PruAus oneshot

Gilbert grinned maniacally as a red liquid splattered Roderich's neck and stained his fine, indigo tailcoat a dark maroon. He watched his eyes go wide in surprise, looking at him with obvious betrayal and anger mixed with a bitter guilt. He had wanted to do this for so long, and finally he had gotten a chance to show Roderich how terrible he could be, how vicious and cruel his mind could be. And now, Roderich stared at him, violets hazed over with shock and ready to kill.

"Gilbert...how could you?" He mumbled in disbelief. He was just standing there, doing the only thing he could do: glare at him.

Gilbert snickered. "Kesesesese~ you should see the look on your face. You look like I've just stabbed you or something."

Roderich huffed at him, furious but concentrating it in his glare instead of smacking Gilbert in the face like he felt like doing. "You knew that coat was the one I valued most! I've had it since Italy lived here, and you had to go ahead and splatter paint on it like the fool you are!" Pausing for a second, he added a question for Gilbert to answer. "And why are you here with a bucket of red paint anyways?!"

Gilbert smirked at him. "I just wanted to see your reaction when your coat gets ruined. And it was so worth it."

Actually, that wasn't the whole story. He had decided to spill paint all over Roderich's coat because he knew that Roderich would complain and possibly take it off. As soon as he took that article of clothing off, Gilbert planned for the rest of the clothing to come off, too.

He moved closer to Roderich, wrapping an arm around his waist. "And besides, why would you complain when the awesome me does anything to you? If anything, you should be praising my awesomeness instead of getting worked up over a tiny stain on your coat."

Roderich fought to keep the blush off his face as Gilbert tightened his arm around him, pulling him closer to his chest. He pushed against it, fighting to keep a distance between them. "That 'tiny stain' was nowhere near tiny! And your so called awesomeness does not excuse you from this!"

Gilbert frowned at that and ran his fingers along Roderich's chin edge, making him unable to hide his blush anymore. At the same time, he pulled Roderich persistently to his chest, ignoring the resisting hands and stuttering words coming from him. He pulled his chin up, looked into his eyes for a single moment, and slowly began to guide Roderich's mouth towards his own.

Roderich almost yanked his head back. He strained and gritted his teeth, pushing his head away from Gilbert's waiting lips. "This isn't something you can just fix with a kiss, Gilbert. That coat meant a lot to me, and you still had to go and damage it to 'see my reaction'."

Gilbert's eyes darkened at the words he spoke. "You know, Roderich...sometimes I wonder if you care more about your possessions than about me. You play your piano all the time, and you strut around with that coat like you've had it all your life. What do you really want?"

Hearing those words made Roderich snarl. "Gilbert, there's a line that you can't cross, and that line is damaging my possessions for the fun of it. Either you can respect me and my property, or you can leave."

Inwardly, Gilbert was nervous. This was not the way he had planned this.

"Roderich, I'm sorry."

"Choose!"

"Fine. I pick you."

"Good. Then from now on, you will listen to what I just said. Okay?"

"Okay, specs, you've made your point. Now, shall we go on with what we were doing?" Gilbert's smirk returned and he wrapped his other arm around the Austrian in an embrace.

Roderich gave him a small smile, and leaned up to give him a peck on the lips. Gilbert crushed his lips into his and opened his mouth, tracing his tongue around the fine edges of Roderich's bow shaped lips. Roderich willingly opened his mouth and his tongue darted out to reach the other's, like a couple running to each other after a long separation to embrace. Together, their tongues swirled around each other and ran up against their lips, sending saliva down them. Gilbert then broke apart from their heated kiss and picked up Roderich, carrying him to the bedroom.

Roderich flushed and shouted, "Put me down! I'm not prepared for this!"

Gilbert smirked down at his lover, eyes bright with anticipation. "Then, we'll just have to go slow, won't we?"

A silent glare was his answer.

Gilbert lay Roderich down to the bed and pinned his wrists, grinning in a self satisfied way. He brought his mouth close to Roderich's ear and whispered to him, "Oh, and you need to remove that coat of yours now."

Roderich saw the merits of that, and removed his coat, tossing it to the floor. Soon after, other clothes joined it and neither of them were seen for the rest of the day or the morning after it.

A/N: Funny how stories just seem to take a life of their own, isn't it?