Roderich looked around the building and frowned. "It isn't much, is it?"
Gilbert stared at him in shock, "what are you talking about? This place is awesome! Ol' Fritz was a genius when it came to building the place. He worked people to the bone finishing this place up."
Roderich shut his eyes and sighed, "ja, and he also invaded my country so he could round off his country."
"You loved every second of it too didn't you," Gilbert whispered into the Austrian's ear; making his heart rate speed erratically. "Before Hungary came I almost had you admit it too. You were seconds from complete surrender…"
"Nein…"
"Oh ja. You were almost mine, Roderich." Roderich felt arms wrap around his waist and he shut his eyes to wake up. Gilbert tugged him away from the front room and Roderich glared up at him.
"Let me go."
"Why? We're going to the cake tasting right?"
Roderich pushed the Prussian's hold away and straightened his coat. "…keep a good distance from me Gilbert or I will leave and go straight to the conference."
Gilbert rolled his eyes and opened the door, leading him to a hall in the building…
Day one. Gilbert spent a good half the day at Hungary's house and Japan's. They were both innocent. Well…
Hungary was guilty of murder by frying pan, but that was beside the point. She had always been insane. Prussia had nearly been even more of a former nation when she had caught him watching her…
In her shower.
While she was nude.
Pfft. Witch. She honestly thought that he was interested? He would rather run to France.
…
He shuddered and rubbed the bump on his side. It was going to be a bad bruise. He crossed the first two names off his list and looked at the next three countries. The former Soviets were next.
"What the…" Roderich stared at the table set before him and Gilbert locked the door behind them. The Austrian turned to give him a confused look. "What is this? Unlock that door!"
"Nein. You don't know what day it is do you?"
"Should I?"
Gilbert came forward and leaned over the Austrian, "this is the day you and I signed that peace treaty Specs."
"Treaty? …"
"Ja, the treaty between you and I."
"…The treaty of Olmutz?"
"Ja." He jingled the key in front of the aristocrat's face and smirked, "there is no conference. I hacked into West's computer and send the memo to you so that you'd come for once."
Roderich stared at him in complete shock, "YOU DID WHAT?"
Gilbert laughed, "ja. I know. How awesome was that? I didn't even have to try! It was so easy to do. We should have had internet sooner. You can forge emails. You can't forge letters very well…except me of course, but I am awesome that way."
"Gilbert…" Roderich rubbed his temple in frustration and gave him a rather upset look. "Do you realize how hard I had to work to be able to drop everything at home and come rushing all the way over here and make this 'meeting' as you put it? I had to actually run through the airport and take a private jet."
"Awesome."
"Nein. Expensive." He walked over to the table and sat down in defeat. He might as well humor the Prussian. He wasn't going to escape any other way.
Gilbert sat down across from him and opened the dish covers that were on the table. Several German dishes covered the table and Roderich couldn't help but to be impressed. Gilbert had gone through quite a bit of trouble to get this meal together…
Day Two. Gilbert was permanently disturbed by Estonia. There were horrible jokes about him. He didn't give a care. Estonia and Bill Gates were two different people as far as he was concerned. And he highly doubted that if someone slept with him that they would give birth to a miniature computer.
Gott. The mental images…
Disgusting.
Who thought of that crap?
…
He himself did have five meters though. Those rumors were awesome…well… they weren't rumors, but still… He crossed off the Baltic states and the other former Soviets as well as Poland. He sighed and looked at the next few countries. Americas and the Pacific. He was going to be taking a plane trip.
Gilbert filled their plates and Austria relaxed a bit. He would only stay an hour or two. Then, he would run back to hotel, checkout, and go home. He had literally dropped everything for a World Meeting. He was quite upset that it had proven to be a pointless gesture.
"Specs?"
Roderich blinked back to what was happening and looked over at the Prussian. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"Nothin'. You spaced out on me. You know some people might consider that rude."
"No less rude then forging documents to get someone where you want them."
Prussia laughed a bit and rolled his eyes, "you loved it and you know it."
"Nein, Gilbert."
"You're in denial."
"I am not~" He took a bite of the cake and stopped speaking. He shut his eyes and savored the old German recipe. He didn't know how or why, but Gilbert had gotten a hold of the recipe for a rare type of dark German cake. Roderich couldn't help but to enjoy the sweetness. He nearly pouted when it was gone and quickly went to take another bite. Again, he savored the rare delight and mourned when it was gone.
Gilbert watched the Austrian eat and grinned. He knew that Roderich had always loved West's sweets; especially his cake. He watched as the Austrian more or less worshipped the freaking cake and looked with a feeling of excitement when he saw that the place was closed; leaving himself and the Austrian. He picked at his food silently; mentally doing a final check that he had everything.
Handcuffs?
Ja.
Pillows and blanket?
Check.
Lube?
…
Um…
He felt in his coat pocket and hid a smirk.
Check.
"Gilbert?"
The Prussian looked up at his guest and blinked. "What?"
"You have some cake on your left cheek." He motioned where using his face and Gilbert frowned. He started to wipe and Austria shook his head. "No. Not there. There. Look, it's right next to your mouth. …Not that close. Here." He sighed aggravatingly and stood up; reaching over the small table and wiping the cake off with a finger. He licked his finger and Gilbert held his breath as he became hard. Damn.
"You do know that in Germany it's illegal to tease?"
Roderich looked over at him as he sat down and shrugged. "I wasn't teasing. You did have cake on your face."
"Not that. The licking it off."
"It would be a waste of cake if I just wiped it off onto a napkin or something. Besides, I trust that Ludwig makes you take baths in a timely manner."
Gilbert glared at him as he continued with the meal. He was just begging for it. Always so damn prissy and proper and…
…
DAMN ARISTOCRAT! Gilbert took a deep breath and tried to relax. He would act as soon as the Austrian finished that fucking cake…
~.~
A/N: Hello. Unfortunately the Prustrian informant is attending an informant convention. Please leave a message about this chap in the link below. Thank you~