Chapter 3

Authors Note: Sorry that this took a little longer then I thought it would. Ok, I'll be honest, I got distracted for about a week the thought, right, I have a chapter to finish and give to you guys to read. So here it is! I will try to stick to my two week post time but I'm not sure how I'm gonna start the next chapter so it may take a bit longer too, just a heads up on that. I also changed the chapter numbers to the right chapter numbers so it'll be easier too. Please comment (anonymous are welcome too), I like to hear how I'm doing and if I have any mistakes, don't be afraid to point them out and I'll correct them.

Slowly coming out of the daze of sleep, he felt that he was wrapped in something comfortable and warm. Fluttering his eyes open, he saw that he was in a dimly lit room and in a grand bed. He didn't quite remember the camps having such luxuries as this nor any of the little inns that he stayed at from time to time; he didn't even remember falling asleep or how he got here in the first place. Shifting up into a sitting position, he felt his lower back and muscles ache in a way that shouldn't be. Was he in a battle earlier and got struck? But he didn't remember doing anything of the sort. Shifting the heavy blanket down to inspect if he did sustain any unknown injuries, he quickly found out that he was bare naked with no bandage wrappings on him. Looking around the room in search where his clothes could be laid, he then found out that he wasn't alone and quickly pulled the blanket up to his chin in an attempt to shield himself from this unknown person. He just sat there, drinking tea by the smell of it and reading a book, once he heard the shuffling of fabric he lowered the book and gave him a soft smile.

"Ahh, I see you finally decided to wake up," the man with the glasses said to him.

"W-who are you? How'd I get here? Where am I?" Gilbert sputtered out, still holding the blanket tight to his bare chest.

The man frown his brows as if he were puzzled. "Gilbert, do you not remember anything that has happened? Give yourself a minute; I'm sure it'll come to you."

"H-how do you know my n-name? W-what do you…" He trailed off as memories of the past events came flooding back to him in full detail. "Oh Gott!" he whispered, reaching to grab at something at his neck but only to find nothing there.

Panicked, he started patting around his neck and chest in search of something that was clearly no longer there. Looking around, he twisted himself this way and that in a panicked search around the bed, all the while muttering under his breath, I lost it, where is it! Finally taking a look under the pillows, his eyes spotted what he was desperately looking for and quickly snatched it up into his hands and held it close to his chest; sighing a sigh of relief. His frantic shuffling about definitely attracted the attention of the brunette that was sitting in the lounge chair beside the bed, as he gave him a curious look. He gave the man a sheepish smile, colour started to flood his cheeks as he thought about how ridiculous he must of looked scrambling about on the bed. But that soon passed as new memories flooded his mind from the little object that he clutched tightly in his hands.

"It used to belong to my bruder," he said after clearing his throat. "He gave it to me before he went out on one of his trips." Tears started to prick at his eyes. "It was senseless what they did! They killed him! He was just voicing his words and they killed him!" Tears where now streaming down his face as he drew his knees up, sobbing out words of, "Why did they have to kill me bruder? He never did anything bad to anyone! Why?"

Roderich sat for a minute, just watching the young snow haired Prussian sob into his knees; he looked more like a young child then a young man in this state. Taking one last sip of his tea, he placed the teacup down on the tray that was sitting on the bed side stand and the book on the arm of the chair. Getting up from the chair, he took a seat next to the sobbing Prussian on the bed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to try and calm him. His little Prussian jumped under his embrace from the sudden touch before he finally leaned in and placed his head on his lap. He ran his hand through the silken white strands, petting his head as his Prussian sobbed into his lap, still tightly holding his treasure close.

"Shhh… It's ok, just let it out," he cooed, still stroking his head.

Minutes passed and soon the sobs died down to just sniffles, when he felt satisfied that the Prussian was done his crying, he hooked a finger under his chin to sit him up. Once he was sitting up, he gazed into the Prussian's teary crimson eyes, a soft smile lighten his features as he wiped away the tears with his thumb. Looking him over, he could see that he was still hiccupping and sniffling slightly, still clutching his brother's treasure close to him.

"May I see it?" he asked, holding his hand out.

He hadn't cried in a long time and it felt good to let it out, even in front of the man that he only knew for a day. For some reason he felt safe and secure in Roderich's presents, even to show him his weaker and venerable side. His hand on his head, petting him was very calming and soon his sobs died down to nothing more then sniffles. Sitting up after a while, he looked upon the Austrian's soft face, closing his eyes when his thumb past over them to wipe away the tears. Then he asked him in a soft voice if he could see it, blinking a few times in confusion he then realized he was talking about what he was holding when he saw the extended hand. Looking down from his hands to Roderich, he handed it over to the Austrian.

Taking the small object from the Prussian's hands, when he opened them he saw that it was a small pendant to a necklace. Taking a closer inspection he could see that it was a handcrafted metal iron cross, the inside blacken with a decorative design, it was strung on a leather thong. Looking from the iron cross pendant to the Prussian, he leaned into him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he tied the ends together.

"We must learn to let go of the past," he said after tying the ends together, holding the Prussian out at arms length. "Even if it is tragic, you must learn to let that go and remember the good," he smiled before adding; "Now you must be thirsty, hmm?"

Looking up into amethyst eyes he knew the words he was saying were true, clutching the small cross in his hand, he forced a smile, a small weak smile to show he understood. Losing his brother did pain him deeply but Roderich was right, he had to move on and treasure his memory. When he was asked if he was thirsty, he looked around the Austrian lord to the tray of tea and snacks sitting on the night stand but frowned when he saw the brunette shake his head.

"Surely you must be craving something else? You have been sleeping for three full days; your body must be starved," he said, raising his brow.

He cocked his head slightly to the side in confusion before it dawned on him, his eyes widened before he dipped his head to hind the faint colour.

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't think I can…" he said, keeping his eyes downcast.

Frowning, "What do you mean you can't?" He grabbed the Prussian's chin lightly to look him in the eye. "Surely your fangs must have come in by now," he said as he inspected the Prussian's teeth, slicing his thumb on his canine gave him his answer.

Licking the cut he eyed him with a curious look. "Well your fangs have come in so you shouldn't have any problem," he said, shifting his sleeve up to expose his wrist.

"I-I still don't think I can," he said once again, directing his eyes down.

Sighing with annoyance from the Prussian's stubbornness, he lifted his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Gilbert, you must do this, it is a constance thing now. If you do not drink your body will become frail and weak and you will die. Your body needs blood for nourishment."

Seeing that he wasn't going to get an answer from the snow haired man, he sighed once again. "Fine. I'll do it for you this time but you must learn to do it on your own," he said to the Prussian as he brought his wrist up to his mouth then sank his fangs into the flesh and then offered it to the young man.

He watched from the corner of his eye as the lord bit into his own wrist and offered it up to him, holding it under his nose. He wanted to turn his nose up at it but he felt intense eyes on him so he brought it to his lips instead. Breathing in the scent, his mouth automatically watered and his canines lengthen as he wrapped his mouth around the wound. Drinking it in, he felt the thick warm liquid wash down his throat, the feeling making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. With every gulp he took, new senses were awakening from within him, almost to the point of overwhelm. Licking over the wound when he couldn't take anymore, he hung his head, panting to catch his breath. He could feel the Austrian lord's blood course through his veins, his senses heightening as he could feel the fibres of the comforter on his skin, the sound of the heartbeat of the Austrian in his chest. It was overwhelming for him and he brought his hands up to cover his ears, squeezing his eyes tight he curled up into Roderich's lap, muttering under his breath. He just wanted to will it all away and wish that this was all a bad dream and that he would wake up any minute now in the safety of the camp.

His body tensed under the sensory overload and he broke into uncontrollable sobs. "It's too much… Please make it stop… Please, it's too much…" he sobbed out as his body was shaken from the over sensitivity.

Poor thing, he knew that taking the first drink after the change was never easy for the young. He knew that these new awaken senses were an overwhelm for the young Prussian but he would soon learn how to use and master them to his advantage. He laid in his lap, sobbing and shaking as he ran his hand through his hair, all the while as he listened to the young man mutter words. He stroked the soft hair and lightly rubbed his back as the Prussian quivered under his touch. After some time passed, the convulsing stopped and the sobs turned into deep and steady breathes, he had passed out from exhaustion.

He looked so peaceful in this sleeping state, like an infant he thought, and he pretty much was an infant, a new born to this world and just like all new borns, he needed much sleep in order to gain strength. Shifting himself out from under the Prussian, he laid him on the feather filled pillow and tucked him in. He wiped away the tears that stained the snowy haired Prussian's cheeks, gently ran his fingers through his bangs before he placed a kiss on his forehead. He got up and turned to leave but something caught hold of his sleeve, looking back he saw that his Prussian was holding him back, slight fear evident in his eyes.

"P-please don't go. I don't want to be alone," his voice quivered.

Hearing his voice just melted his heart, sighing softly he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"OK I won't but I don't think you are not quite strong enough to have a look around the manner just yet," Roderich said, looking him over. "Just rest up, I'll show it to you when you are ready," he said as he tried to nudge him back.

"But I am fine! See," Gilbert protested as he pushed back the hand to sit himself up. "I'm strong enough."

"Kay, lets see if you can walk then," he said as he raised a brow to the Prussian.

"Sure I can, that's no problem," he said with enthusiasm before he stated to look around.

Frowning, he asked, "What is it?"

"My clothes, where are they?"

"Oh, well I sent to have them washed," he said then noticed the slight colour tinting the Prussian's cheeks. "Is there a problem?"

"I need something to wear so I can walk about," he said, staring the Austrian in the eyes.

"Well why don't you prove to me that you can stand and I will get you something to wear," he said with a playful hint to his tone.

The Prussian just huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, staring him dead in the eyes, telling him that he wasn't going to move.

Roderich couldn't help but chuckle lightly to himself from the serious look his little Prussian was giving him; it was too cute to say the least.

"Well are you-"

"I'm not moving from here till you get me something to wear," he bit back, seriousness ever present in his crimson eyes.

He gazed right back at the Prussian but gave up after a while when he realized that his seriousness was very true. Sighing, he shook his head, got up off the bed and made his way over to the wardrobe. Looking through it for something suitable for the young Prussian to wear, he found a silk white dress shirt and a pair of dark slacks. He made his way back and placed the clothes on the bed in front of the young man.

"These will have to do for now until I can get a tailor in to have you fitted," he said, taking a step back and crossing his arms in front of him.

The Prussian picked the clothing up, inspecting it and could tell that they were made of the finest materials available. He slipped the silk shirt on and buttoned it up with ease but when he got to the pants he fidgeted with one of the buttons.

"Is something wrong with them?" he asked, curious to know what could be wrong.

"No, nothing is wrong with them," he said, still fidgeting with the button.

"Well what is it then?" he asked, shifting his weight to the other leg.

"Können sie so aussehen wie auf den anderen weg," he said in a low tone, his eyes downcast.

"Hmm, what was that?" he teased, raising a brow.

Roderich easily heard him but he had to tease him, the flustered look he was getting was too cute on him.

"I said, can you look the other way!" he said a bit louder and using his hand to motion him to turn around. "Please!"

Smirking, "Fine."

He did as the Prussian wished and turned to face the other direction, holding a laugh to himself at the young man's insecurity. He heard the sound of shuffling fabric as Gilbert slid off the bed to stand, all the while muttering under his breath as he pulled the pants on. He gave him another minute out of respect before he turned around where he found the Prussian with his hand on his hip, to hold up the pants it looked like. The clothes did look big on him as the shirt hung off him and the pant legs were rolled up but not by much. Roderich would have to get a tailor in soon but he wouldn't mind if his little Prussian had to strut around in his shirt for a few more days, it would be a pleasant sight actually.

"It looks good on you," he said, then grabbed a pair of slippers for the Prussian to wear. "Here, put these on as well."

He slipped his feet into the slippers then readjusted the shirt again; it had a tendency of slipping off one of his shoulders. Straightening everything out, he crossed his arm in front of him and stared at the brunette in front of him.

"They're a bit big," the Prussian said, rolling the silken fabric in between his fingers.

"Ja, well I will get a tailor in here soon," he said then gave him a playful smirk as a thought came to mind. "Or you could just stay in here and wait if the clothing is bothering you that much."

"No that is quite all right," Gilbert said, rolling his eyes at the Austrian before fixing them back on him again. "Plus, I want to see where it is I will now be living."

"Very well then," he shrugged and headed to the main door. "This way."

Roderich looked over his shoulder to make sure that Gilbert was following him and he was, with his hands in his pockets. As he led him through the halls, he thought to himself that Beilschmidt will be a loyal follower and a lovely lover once taught, a bit troublesome, yes, but that was his kleinen Preußischen.

German translations

Oh Gott- Oh God

Können sie so aussehen wie auf den anderen weg- Can you look the other way.

Ja- Yes

kleinen Preußischen- Little Prussian