Several reasons on why I wrote this story.
I'm listening to an awesome song right now (Insensible by Mandalay. Listen to it.) and there's this amazing picture (i236(dot)photobucket(dot)com(slash)albums(slash)ff249(slash)All_My_Cookies(slash)1260026519336(dot)jpg) that I came across. And those two things gave me the idea for this short.
My one friend is a big lover of Austria XD And I promised her I'd write a fanfiction that had to do with Gil and Roddy, but because of school being such a communist (lol), I haven't been around lately to type it. So in a way, this is an apology for lateness, and also a promise, because tonight, I'll type that story ;o
I write stories for people to enjoy, so I hope you like this short! ^^
Note: This story was NOT proof read. If you would like to volunteer and be my beta, be my guest, I need one. BADLY.
Enjoy!
Winter
Snow fell silently outside. Even though several hours had passed since the beginning of the storm, many people had difficulty making their way through the snow already. Most citizens from the country of Austria had retreated into their houses with disgruntled looks on their faces, not wanting to be out in the cold any longer, and saying to themselves they would shovel later, once the storm had stopped.
Gilbert sat by the window and leaned over, touching a finger to the ice on the glass and watching with a childlike mystification as the frozen water melted at his physical touch. After the ice melted, and began to flow down the glass as small rivulets of water, he pulled back his finger, and continued to stare out the window. A vast landscape pulled out in front of him, untouched snow sparkling dully as the sun began setting behind the clouds. Though it was barely past five o' clock, the days were continuing to get darker so much sooner, and that only left the grim feeling of depression hanging in the air.
Gilbert turned his head to the right and stared at the many shelves that contained books. A small lamp was lit, creating a warm glow, and the glow didn't seem to reach him. He sighed and slumped back over in the chair he had pulled over in front of the window to observe the snow. Sure, snow was awesome and everything, you had your snowball fights, sled riding, snowman building, and the many many pranks that involved snow, but in the end, snow was cold. It was frigid, causing people to be forced to shut themselves away in their homes, making them feel useless, like they lived in caves. The wind was awful, sometimes blowing so hard in your face, you've never felt such a burning pain like it before, and it was after all, dangerous. Gilbert's expression darkened at the last thought and he crossed his arms in front of himself, as if he were afraid he was going to fall apart. He continued to watch the snow fall, silent and light, with only his thoughts to keep him occupied.
The sound of footsteps above him made Gilbert look up slightly. He heard the person walk down the steps, and then proceed to knock on the door of the study. When Gilbert didn't answer, the door opened slowly, and Roderich looked in.
"Gilbert?"
Gilbert continued staring out the window, but only made a barely audible, "Hmmmm?" sound, as if it were an answer. Roderich took this as an invitation to come in, and quietly shut the door behind him.
"Gilbert?" Roderich tried again, "You haven't moved from that area for almost an hour, are you alright?"
A look of annoyance flashed across Gilbert's eyes. "Of course I'm all right, why wouldn't I be? What made you think of such an idea? That's so stupid, and you're stupid for even asking something like that."
Roderich shook his head with a small sigh. When Gilbert gave such illogical answers, he knew that something was wrong. He had a feeling he knew. Just like an itch that couldn't be reached, Roderich could have sworn he could remember Gilbert telling him why…
But for once, he didn't wasn't too sure he wanted to be right.
Roderich crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly, staring at the other man who was now wrapping a loose string from his shirt so tightly around his finger, it was cutting off the circulation. Gilbert was trying to deliberately avoid Roderich's gaze, and kept staring out the window, at the gray, endless snow.
At first, Roderich hesitated. He wasn't sure how the other would react. He feared he would be pushed away. But then, taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and leaned over, wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck, and placed his chin on Gilbert's shoulder, staring ahead out the window. He felt Gilbert tense up slightly.
"I'll stay here…with you…" Roderich began hesitantly, still expecting to be shaken off by Gilbert, "I know that you don't like this…kind of thing…" he said, referring to the snow as it fell lightly, almost innocently, "I know you hate it, and you don't have to be alone…"
Roderich looked over at Gilbert from the corner of his eye, and saw that look in his eyes, a look so far away and sad, as if he were remembering something he'd rather forget. The look told Roderich almost everything and made it feel like someone was tugging at his heart with a cold, sharp wire. Here was someone that at the moment so uncharacteristically quiet and solemn, yet he was usually the life of the party, always loud and boisterous, trying to start fights, and being rather crude to just about anything in particular. No one could look at Gilbert and imagine him ever having a bad day, or being mad like any other normal person. But here it was, right in front of Roderich's eyes, and he knew it wasn't a trick. That's how it all began, months ago. Gilbert had been bothering Roderich once again, teasing him about anything he could think about. Roderich could never recall what had happened, but just for a second, not even a second, he looked up into Gilbert's eyes, and saw an emotion flash through his eyes, so quickly, if he had blinked, he would have missed it. Then without thinking, Roderich had opened his mouth.
"You're scared…aren't you…?"
Gilbert had stared at him wide eyed, at a loss for words. It was the first time anyone could remember that somebody had rendered the energetic man speechless, and from just that simple line, a difficult, yet amazing love between the two began to unfold.
Being pulled back into the present, Roderich heard Gilbert snort and turn his head away, not pulling from the hold, but instead relaxing into it.
"Whatever…" Gilbert said quietly. They stay that way for a few minutes in absolute silence as they continued to watch the snow, then Gilbert leaned back and gently rested his head against Roderich's, silver hair mixing with brunette. Gilbert closed his eyes and sighed slowly.
"Thank you…"
Gilbert opened his eyes again, and continued to stare out the window at the snow with Roderich, feeling the warmth being radiated from the other, simply by the touch.
The end? Maybe…I think I left some stuff out. This is probably going to be a multi-chapter story. Oh, hoy!
I hope you've enjoyed the story so far! Thank you for reading, and please, review just a little? Construction criticism is more than welcome (:
