So, it's Spring Break! Well, for me, that is. Some of you might have already had your vacation, but oh well! Anyways, I've been listening to quite a few songs while writing this story, so I'll only list the ones that really got me going. The first one is Howl, by Florence and the Machines. And the second one is Run To You, by my favorite acapella band, PENTATONIX! Ahem, anyways, hope you enjoy the story!

The situation I am in is strange, to say the least. Roderich sat me down on his couch and just left for a minute, then came back with popcorn and a few old movies that I honestly don't remember, and a few of them I don't know.

"I've decided that since we don't have things in common, such as you wanting to be loud and obnoxious and I wanting peace and quite, I thought of a nice compromise that we will probably both enjoy. Watching a movie."

I was a bit surprised by what he chose to do about this whole thing, but hey, I'm not going to object when Roddy is willing to snuggle up beside me of all people to watch a movie! So, of course, I nodded my head in approval with the idea. "What movies do you have?"

"You take a look." Roddy gave me the stack of movies and I flipped through them critically, eyeing the descriptions in either disgust or mild satisfaction. "Don't you have anything... scary?"

Roddy snorted, an eyebrow raised like he thought I was stupid or something. "Is that a joke? I love horror movies. They're always so cheesy and it's nice to make fun of them."

I laughed. "Oh come on. You can't honestly tell me that you have never watched something that blew your socks off. It's the whole point of horror!"

"As far as I know, my socks have always stayed on my feet watching those stupid things. However, I guess there was this one time where America visited and wanted me to watch this movie with him. I was a tad scared at first, but the ending was not as good. He gave it to me afterwards, but I never really had a reason to watch it again. Want to see? " Of course I nodded, why wouldn't I?

By now I hope you all are beginning to see my devious plan. That's right! The oldest trick in the book! Get the person you like scared at the movies and enjoy the feeling of them cuddling you for their life. Of course, we're not at the movies, but it doesn't matter. Ludwig made it work for Feli, Frenchy made it work with Eyebrows, it even worked with 'Toni and Hothead Tomato. And now, I'm going to make it work with me and Roddy! Man, am I good or am I good?

Roderich came back with a dark movie case in hand, and I read the title. THE CABIN IN THE WOODS. It did sound a little cheesy, but why not?

So, my plan failed miserably, and do you want to know why?

Instead of him cuddling me, I was the one grasping Roderich's waist like a lifeline.

By the middle of the movie, he decided to take pity on me and pause the movie to give me advice. "You know, horror movies are a lot less scary if you choose to laugh rather than scream."

''I was not screaming!"

"I know, Gilbert. I know."

"I wasn't!"

Roderich ignored me and played the movie, and slowly, the horror of the movie sort of just washed away. It got religious and a bit stupid. I'm religious, but this... it's almost like they're mocking religious people. It's an insult. I can see why Roderich said it got bad in the end. It went from bad horror with good graphics to a sucky, bitter comedy.

Of course, this does not mean I let go of Roderich's waist. What kind of fool would I be? His waist is fucking perfect. Wait, are those curves I feel?! Very manly. Not. (But hey, it's still pretty damn sexy. I'm glad he doesn't notice he's hot. Think of all the things he would do to drive everyone crazy! I'd become a jealous wreck!)

Roderich weakly tried to pry my hands off, but I remained firm and snuggled up even closer. "Oh come, Gilbert. There is no way that scared you. Release me now, I want to go play piano."

"At this time?"

"Gilbert, it's 5:08. Yes, at this time."

Well, you'd think that after devouring a whole bowl of popcorn and finishing a pathetic excuse for a movie, you would be at least a little tired. Besides, I want more cuddle time.

"You've been playing concerts all week. Take a break from the piano and snuggle up some."

"I'll gladly go 'snuggle up some' by my piano, and I'd prefer to be alone in the meantime."

"Want me to set up a pillow and blanket over the piano bench? I'm sure your wife doesn't like sleeping in the cold."

Roderich tried to give me a hard stare, but it seemed too tired to even pass off as a warning. This just gave me more reason to argue with him until he gives up, and at this rate, that won't be too long. He's already exhausted and frustrated, and he had to suffer straining his eyes over a crappy film that was definitely not worth the time. Especially his time. He was totally not enjoying the movie at all. Maybe it was because he already watched it before.

"Roderich, you're tired and want quiet, not the sound of piano keys banging around in your skull. Keep this up and by morning you're going to feel like you've been drinking all night. And in case you don't know, hangovers aren't particularly friendly."

Roderich grimaced. "I know."

"You've had a hangover before? Wow. That's a real shocker."

"Don't make me want to hit you, Gilbert."

"You can hit me as much as you want, it won't stop me from keeping you here."

"Was that an invitation to punch you?"

Oh, of course Roddy would only hear that out of everything I've said. Bitch.

"Roddy, seriously, shut up and snuggle up in the blankets. Your eyes are black."

To prove my point, I took out my phone and put the camera in front of Roddy's face. He frowned and pulled at his eyelid, and with a reluctant look, settled into the couch, head leaning on the armrest.

"Fine. But this does not mean you win."

I snorted, and to pick on his nerves, I decided to throw his own words back at him.

"I know, Roddy. I know."

Hah, he gave me a hard smack to the shoulder for that one.

I rolled over and scooted up, then wrapped my arms around Roddy's waist. He didn't complain, so I looked up and saw that he was already asleep.

Told him. Stubborn bastard.

The next day, I woke up to the smell of pancakes smothered with maple syrup, butter, and jam, and the powdered sugar was faint. I turned around on the couch and sniffed again, my vision blurry from rest. Roddy obviously had a fight with my arms when he woke up; they were scratched with small bruises littering them. I can't help it if I become a statue when I sleep.

I lazily got up from the couch, and I shrugged off the blanket from my shoulders. Roddy must have put it there. He might be a jackass at times, but he becomes a mother when he sees someone not being treated very well. He hated torturing people back in the days.

Geeting up and cracking a few joints, I dragged my feet to the kitchen, mouth already watering at the thought of Roddy's cooking. Damn, even during the Austrian Succession, I couldn't stop thinking about how incredible his food was. Of course, I also thought he was cute as a button, but nobody needs to really know that.

Now that I think of it, buttons aren't all that cute. I feel like a bully now.

Anyways, Roderich, of course, was in the kitchen, preparing two plates of steaming pancakes, and his hands were white with powdered sugar. He was chopping up a few strawberries and arranging them around the plate, coating them with chocolate syrup, and I just stared in amazement, wondering why he had to go so far with presentation. Not that I minded, I mean, seriously? It looked fucking amazing!

However, that got me thinking of Roddy licking chocolate off his fingers, his shirt half unbuttoned...

Woah there. I'm in his house. Even I know it's impolite to fantasize Roddy in sexy positions in his own house.

...

Pfft, no I don't.

As I continued with my lewd fantasies, Roddy finally seemed to notice me, and he licked the powdered sugar off his fingers. No, not sexily. He just did it because he really likes sweet shit. It wasn't hot. Definitely not. Of course it couldn't be, he isn't even trying. I mean, it totally wasn't sexy watching his lips suck on his fingers...

Fuuuuuuck.

"Good morning, Gilbert. I assume you had an amazing slumber." Roddy frowned at me, and I love how you can just tell he's fucking pissed off.

"Blame yourself! You're like a cuddly stuffed animal! I bet all of your exes did the same thing in bed!"

"You wouldn't let go."

"Pfft, and the others would? Wow, they must be dumb."

Roderich opened his mouth, a flaring look in his eyes, but he paused, and simply shook his head in irritation, as if saying to himself that I'm not worth it. Fine by me, I could already imagine all of the things he might have said to me. 'They'd be dumb if they wouldn't!' or 'Dare call my ex lovers dumb once more and I'll castrate you with a rusty knife!' or-

"GILBERT!"

"WHA?"

Roderich groaned and pinched the fridge of his nose, arm crossed over the other, and I couldn't help but think that he looked like a frustrated wife, fed up with their teenage child or immature husband.

Glad I'm the immature husband.

"Gilbert, I was asking you to take your plate to the table by the windows. I'll follow in a bit, just... Please just do this for me, okay?"

You know, when Roderich says 'for me,' I melt much faster than usual.

So, I was seated by the circular glass table, admiring the outside world through the huge windows as I waited for Specs to come over. He wasn't too long, and he came back with a strawberry cake in one hand, and his plate of pancakes in the other. He had a pleased look spread across his face, and I guess he changes moods quickly when it comes to cooking. I'd be jealous, but I can't deny that his cooking is so fucking good oh my god. It's like heaven. On a plate. And sometimes in cups.

Roddy proudly set the food down. "Thank you for actually being patient for once. Breakfast is served. And you get a slice of cake."

I rub my hands together in delight and go for the cake knife, but Roddy beat me to the punch, holding the knife out of my reach. "I, however, get to choose how big your slice is."

Wow. Way to burn my mood to ashes, Roddy. Burn my mood to ashes.

But I'm not really disappointed. You know that Roddy would get you a pretty big slice, because he loves cake more than anyone, and believes he should share it with the world. In fact, he adores sweets in general, going as far as sneaking Lemonheads to World Meetings. (Like I wouldn't notice...) Cute, huh?

I happily accept the rather large hunk of cake, and I immediately go down for the kill, but Roderich slaps my hand. He gives me a deadly stare and I attempt to stare back, however he wins without a hitch. I frown and grumpily dig at my pancakes.

Of course, the taste immediately lifts my mood.

Apparently, Roddy found the need to start a conversation, so he said something completely random that did not concern me.

"Tomorrow I'll be leaving for Switzerland. There is some business that I forgot to take care of before I left for my concerts."

"Wouldn't it be way overdue by now?"

"In this kind of situation, never."

Woah. Woah there. What the hell does that mean?

Those two weren't sexing each other up when I wasn't around, where they?!

Impossible... But I'm always around!

Oh fuck no, I'm not liking these images...

Maybe... Maybe I'm just assuming to early.

"The reason I say never is because it's quite special..."

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I'm going to beat the shit out of that trigger-happy freak!