Chapter 2! When I looked over Chapter 1, I realized that I forgot the all-most important thing to describe about Roderich's appearance. His damn mole! ARGH! I laugh at my mistake. Enjoy the read

Roderich's display of the table was simple, yet sophisticated. A white table cloth with an intricate overlay hung over the table low enough to brush the ground, a small bouquet of white roses acted as a centerpiece. The food was placed and arranged in their individual square plates and bowls. There were two plates both set across the square table; they both had their own set of slightly larger plates parallel and underneath of them in a decorative way. The aroma of the homemade cooking still lingered around the kitchen, seeping into the dining room next door. Gilbert was amazed of what Roderich has done within the two hours of preparing, cooking, and serving. But in contrast, his pet cat thought differently.

The simple meal consisted of whatever Roderich can find: tilapia fillets, various vegetable greens, and an ridiculous amount of potatoes. He cooked up the light, flaky fish with butter and garlic; it emitted quite an aroma. The vegetables were prepared into a salad, accompanied with a quick dressing he mixed together into a small bowl. With the potatoes, he peeled and chopped them to make a creamy potato soup. After overlooking his finished meal, he then started to realize it looked like an embarrassing dinner of a random assortment of dishes. He decided to keep quiet and hope Gilbert won't criticize. It has been a while since he had been taught to cook.

"It looks really good, Roderich. I'm impressed how much you cooked with the time you were given. Thanks, it smells ni-" Gilbert blushed in embarrassment as his stomach grumbled unexpectedly.

Roderich's ears and expression perked up. He chuckled. "Thank you. Though, it is nothing. We should sit down and eat. Yes?"

They took their seats, sitting across from one another. The meal was silent most of the way through. Gilbert never did like things to be silent for so long.

Gilbert coughed. "How did you learn how to cook? I was kind of surprised that you can because of how you told me you were raised in a high class household." He paused, he went over what he said in his head. "Umm not that I'm being stereotypical. It's just that... actually I was, wasn't I? Sorry."

"N-n-no it's fine. I'm okay with it. I was taught by one of the chefs where I've grown up in. As a child, he always allowed me to help stir things or knead dough, it eventually build up to learning how to make a dish." Roderich gave a small smile because of the nostalgic memories as a child. When he was young, he loved walking through the many hallways in his vintage home to the point that he would get lost. His favorite room in his household was where the grand piano was held. He missed the smooth, cool touch of the key of his own grand piano and the way the deep rich sounds of the instrument traveled throughout the vast room.

Gilbert noticed his cat's expression of melancholy. Glancing at the clock, he determined it was the time to retire for the night. He mustered the energy to get up, already at the age of twenty five he was feeling so lazy. Gilbert walked up to Roderich, ruffling his hair to comfort the Austrian cat. In the process, he accidentally felt his ears.

Instantaneously, he directed his attention to the ears on top of Roderich's head. Gilbert rubbed the fur between his fingers; it was pleasantly soft to him. His ears twitched. The sensation Roderich received from his owner's touch made him purr and leaned into the contact. He made pleasurable mews.

Gilbert cleared his throat, hesitantly he pulled away.

"It's getting late. We should get to sleep, come with me. I'll show you to your room."

The blushing Roderich made no reply.

Gilbert pulled out a plain white V-neck shirt. He tossed the article to Roderich who was sitting on the enormous bed.

"I don't have any night clothes that would fit you. And the comfortable clothes doesn't look like it would fit you. That's the best thing I could find, so just wear that and you can..." He was searching through his closet to find the appropriate pants wear for Roderich.

"Thank you. I think this shirt is just enough."

Gilbert locked himself in his bedroom's bathroom. He changed his clothes into a cotton gray men's tank top and a plain white boxer as his bottom wear. The bathroom door opened with a click. Roderich also changed into his night clothing; the hem of the shirt past his hips, underneath he wore a pale black boxer he originally was wearing. He leaned over to set down his neatly folded clothes on the nightstand near the bed.

Gilbert gulped and averted his eyes to the pillows on the his bed. He shuffled forward to grab one and a sheet blanket to take with him. He was about to head out the door, until he was halted by a question.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep of course" Gilbert turned around to answer. He held his pillow by the corner and hung it over his shoulder. "Tonight, I'm on the couch, until I can set up another room. If that's all, then... Gute nacht, ja."

"Wait. Isn't this your bedroom? It is my first time here, therefore I don't want to be rude; so I'll stay on the furniture instead." Roderich pulled the covers off of him, ready to get out of bed.

Gilbert had a suggestive look. "You know what? It's fine like this, right?" He slipped into the covers on the opposite side of the bed, parallel to his pet cat. "You aren't uncomfortable with this, are you Roderich?"

The Austrian gripped the bed sheet between his hands. He shook his head as an answer.

"Good night, Roderich." The white haired man pulled the covers over him a bit higher.

"Good night."

Gilbert woke up at three in the evening to find his feline pressed close against him. Gilbert laid on his back while Roderich was resting with his head on the twenty five year old's chest. He felt his chest rise and fall because of his low, shallow breathing. The evening night seeped into the room from the window; it highlighted the slender and delicate body that Roderich strangely had for a guy.

He shifted in his sleep, making his legs entangled with Gilbert's. Without knowing, he rubbed his cheek against his owner, causing the awake individual to cover his mouth with his hand to suppress his chuckles. He ran his fingers through his chocolate colored haired, smiling affectionately at his pet's adorable sleeping behavior.

This is going to be a long night. Gilbert sighed.

He played with his cat's ears before falling back to sleep.

They woke up simultaneously with the annoying rays of the sun hitting their eyes. The Austrian grumbled in Gilbert's arms, he shifted to rub his sleepy eyes. Despite the embarrassing position, he continued to lay near his owner.

"Wake up." Gilbert gently shook the cat next to him.

"No," Roderich whined. He wasn't much of a morning bird, like most cats. "It's too early."

Gilbert sighed. Leaving the feline in bed, he stumbled into the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. He stepped into the stall, the hot water that rained down was pleasantly stinging. Stepping out of his bathroom, he had a towel that was tied around his hips; while another was on his shoulders used to roughly dry his hair.

He walked over to Roderich to do another attempt of waking the cat up. "Wake up." Gilbert said more roughly, shaking the side of the bed with his hands. It showed no effect.

With a bit of annoyance, Gilbert scooped him up in his arm. He kicked the bathroom door a bit wider, walking sideways through the door to enter the room with the gray cat in arms. Roderich made no actions to resist his owner. Throughout the whole time he had his eyes closed, which made the Prussian's plan a bit easier.

With a cunning expression, he released the cat into a warm prepared bath. It was a sly trick he does to a few individuals who needs a rough waking.

Roderich coughed. "G-Gilbert! Why even...? Who in the right mind would do such a thing?" He fished for his glasses in the bath, obviously he was enraged.

Gilbert put his hands up in defense. "You wouldn't wake up. I would do other things to try to wake you up, but I thought this was less cruel."

In revenge, he splashed the warm water at him in a swift move. Skillfully, Gilbert dodged then looked up to find a wet pouting Roderich. Oh shit. Even when he's mad, he's still adorable. The young man's expression soften. He leaned towards the Austrian to give a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Hurry up and take a bath. Make sure you take your clothes off first. I placed your new clothes here."

Gilbert left before Roderich can strip his wet clothes off, leaving the flushed cat sitting in the warm waters.

Author's Note: Sweet, fluffy moment is sweet and fluffy ~ Reviews, yes?