Hey guys this is part two of Gilbert's point of view, there will be three parts. Oh yeah, I forgot to specify that the italics in the middle of a sentence that isn't spoken by a character are Gilberts thought. We left off when Ivan agreed to go on a date in public. This is just a filler though, next chapter is when the plot begins to be introduced. Again, I am trying to make this as interesting as possible. Sorry if the characters seem a bit ooc, but I explained last chapter. Please and thank you for the reviews!

Warning: Things get hot for maybe a minute, but not for very long

Chapter: 4

The albino was sitting down patiently in Ivan's living room, surfing the through the channels as he waited for the giant, my giant, to get ready. What's taking him so long? In reality it has only been a few minutes however, Gilbert is just bored. "Ivan, you ready yet!?" the German called up to him. The paler of the two was sporting an oversized red hoodie and a pair of black skinny jeans. He had red converses on and you could see his socks peeking through them. They had yellow birds all over them. I love these socks! The German smiled as he remembered the reason he had bought them.

The Russian who was upstairs had given Gilbert a gift for their second anniversary. They had just finished eating dinner and the Russian handed the German a large present with holes poked through it. "What is this?" The albino had asked with a blush on his face. "Well my love, when I saw it, the first thing I thought of was you" the Russian had explained. When the German opened the box, he couldn't believe his eyes. Inside the box was a tiny yellow baby bird and a note. The German ignored the note at first and scooped the bird into his lap. "Ivan, this is amazing! How did you know?" the albino asked with tears in his eyes. "Well you at obsessed with birdies so I just figured you wanted one. His name is Gilbird." the Russian said as he walked over to the paler ones side. The German smiled at the name and kissed his lover on the cheek. "An awesome name for an awesome bird" he said as he placed his new friend on the table. The albino then turned to face his lover and wrap his arms around his neck. They shared a long kiss before the Russian pulled away.

"It's getting late, I have to go home" he had said in a sullen voice. "Alright, but don't miss me too much" the albino said with sheepish smile. He had wanted the Russian to stay the night, but he knew better. My fucking brother would have our heads of he found out. "I love you, you know that right?" The albino asked. "Of course I do. But did you know that I love you even more?" The Russian asked with a genuine smile gracing his lips. "With all your heart?" The German asked as he pulled away, heading towards the kitchen to wipe all evidence of there ever being a house guest. "Every last fiber" the low Russian voice said as he followed, helping the smaller do the dishes. Tweet Tweet Tweet Tweet they both heard as the glanced backwards. The baby bird was flying over to them and singing the song of its people. "Aww" the German whispered. It's so cute. "I love your gift" he said as he turned to face Ivan, placing another kiss on his cheek. Ivan shrugged it off and kissed Gilbert on the nose. They finished cleaning the kitchen and made their way to the dining room, cleaning up crumbs and picking up coasters.

At about 7:30 Ivan left, leaving the rambunctious teen with his new pet. They were chilling for a while when the bird flew over to the German with a note in its beak. The teen plucked it from the bird's mouth and read. Gilbert, if you are reading this I probably went home already and your excitement over the bird had died down. I got you this bird because it reminded me of you, because neither of you would shut up. But I also got you this bird because I know you hate being alone at night and this bird will keep you company while I'm not around. I wish we could spend all of our free time together, but the way our fathers would react is unpredictable. So with that said, I want you to know that I love you and I will always love you, even when you piss me off. And I'm sorry that I am not always the best person to be around. Yours truly, Ivan. After reading the note the German's heart swelled and tears poured down his cheeks. "I love you too Ivan, and you are the best to be around, you just won't accept that" he said to no one. He walked briskly to his room and shut the door. A few days later, when he was at the mall with Francis and Antonio, he saw a pair of socks with yellow birds on it. He used to think merchandise like this was ridiculous, but now he couldn't stop himself from buying them. Each pair reminded him of Gilbird and when he thought of Gilbird he didn't feel alone.

The German was yanked out I his thoughts when the Russian called out to him. "Gil, I'm ready. We could go now" the Russian said. The German turned off the T.V and stood up carefully. I'm feeling a bit sore, dammit it's only going to get worse. The German purred when he saw the other's outfit. The larger wore a purple hoodie with Germany's flag on it, a gray scarf, black ripped jeans and black combat boots. "Mmm, I love it when you dress like that~" the German praised. The giant was blushing now, cold purple eyes dilated with embarrassment. "I know"

The two left the house side by side, locking the door and closing the gate. Ivan waved good bye to the security guard, 'smiling'. The German rolled his eyes, sick of that expression but holding in his displeasure. If I say anything he might not take me out, so stay awesome Gil. He wrapped his arms around Ivan's and proceeded to walk, a bit faster than the giant, so it was like he was dragging him. "Ow, ow Gil, I'm not going to run away. You could stop dragging me" the Russian complained. "Sorry" Gilbert said with a blush as he let go. He was about to put his hands in his pockets when he saw Ivan offer his arm. The German slowly linked their arms together as they walked to the car. It was a jet black Mercedes Benz with tinted windows and a polished finish. They entered the car, the Russian in the driver's seat and the German in shotgun. "Buckle up" the Russian said as he did so himself. The bumptious teen only rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat, arms folded behind his head. A few minutes passed and the car still hadn't moved. What the fuck is the hold up.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I could ask you the same thing"

"Why aren't you moving dummkopf?"

"Because, you aren't buckled in"

"Who gives a shit? Just drive carefully"

"I give a shit, for one. And two, I don't feel comfortable driving when I know someone in my car isn't wearing a seatbelt." The Russian looked slightly annoyed, but nowhere near as annoyed the German looked. The two stared at each other for a minute, before the stubborn teen sighed, buckling his seatbelt. The Russian sighed also, and he started the car. A few minutes on the road, the Russian glanced at the German through the rearview mirror. "What?" The German asked, making eye contact with him through the mirror. Ivan turned his attention back at the road before answering. "You seem a bit quiet, I was just checking to see if you were asleep". Gilbert accepted this excuse because he was unusually quiet. "Okay" he said before he turned his gaze back towards window. The open fields of New York were gorgeous, he had to admit, but it was nothing compared to Germany. The beautiful large field behind his home in Berlin was twice as grand as all the parks he had seen combined. All sorts of plants and animals roamed behind his house, and the noises were peaceful. Of course the city of Berlin was really loud and busy, but his home was his escape. He had no escape in America. Well except my friends. And Ivan.

Gilbert figured he might just text his brother for a while.

Gilbert: Bro! How Arthur doing?!

Bro: He woke up ages ago. Where are you? We've been looking for you everywhere!

Gilbert: Why didn't you just text me?

Bro: idk but have you seen Ivan?

Gilbert: Why?

Bro: Cuz, We need his help with Arthur

Bro: He's going crazy and he's kicking all of their asses

Gilbert: You guys can't handle the British muffin?

Gilbert: Why don't you just text him, dummkopf?

Bro: Idk, but that would've been a better idea than going to a fool like you first

Bro: Silly me

Gilbert: Anyway, how's the English tart holding up

Bro: Well he woke on our way to the nurse's office and he totally started freaking out about 'Nancy'

Gilbert: Who?

Bro: The koala

Gilbert: oh, continue

Bro: Well, he was thrashing and being difficult so I let go of his leg. The others had no choice but to drop him

Bro: Except Alfred, he just started to carry him bridal style to the office

Gilbert: Did the tart attack?

Bro: No, he was actually docile all the way to the nurse's office. The nurse gave him some pain killers and that loopy gas before stitching up is head

Gilbert: Was he all high and shit?

Bro: Yea, I taking a video of it, I'm gonna send it to you later

The albino turned towards his lover and stared at the side of his face, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible. The Russian glanced at Gilbert nervously before turning away. "Where are you taking us?" The albino asked, smirking as he saw his plan was working. "U-um well, we are going into the city, and we'll spend a few hours exploring before we head back to campus." The Russian quickly responded, gripping the wheel and staring at the road. Gilbert took a glance at the road ahead of them, it was empty, just as he expected. The only thing down this road is the school, and no regular New Yorker had a reason to go there. The German returned his gaze back at the Russian aristocrat for a minute before speaking loudly. "Is your father coming?"

Ivan visibly jumped as he heard the German suddenly speak. "Kesesesesesesessesesese~" the German laughed. "That isn't funny. I'm driving. Do you know how dangerous that is, scaring me on the road?" The Russian inquired, frustration clear in his voice. I guess he didn't find it as funny as my-awesome-self did. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, but is your father coming?" The German sighed while rolling his eyes. "Don't"

"Huh?"

"Don't make light of the situation, Gil. You see, I'm not in the mood to play 20 questions with you to figure out why you're upset with me. And I am definitely not in the mood to figure out why you have a problem with me wanting to stay in my comfort zone. If I want you to put on a fucking seatbelt, put on the fucking seatbelt. If I want to wear my scarf in the fucking shower, I'll where my scarf in the fucking shower!" The Russian said with a dark menacing voice. The voice held such authority and confidence it made the German shiver. I love it when he gets like this. Gilbert leaned in close to Ivan's ear, only leaving a millimeter of space in between them. He purred.

"You make me really hot when you talk to me like that" the albino moaned into the Russian's ear. The lusty teen began to lick the other's ear and moan, throwing his arm around the bigger ones neck. When the Russian, red faced and scared, glanced at the German, he groaned. The albino's pale cheeks were flushed and his red eyes were dilated with lust. Gilbert heard his groan and made a lewd noise. "Gilbert, I'm driving" the Russian said with even more authority. He watched as the others face contorted to an expression of severe pleasure. A smirk found its way to the Russian's lips. He pulled over quickly and unbuckled the German's seatbelt.

"You get so horny over the silliest things Gil. Honestly I'm shocked, in a middle of an argument too" he taunted as he captured Gilbert's lips, pulling the smaller to sit his lap. "Mmmm~" the smaller moaned through the kiss, placing his hands in his lover's hair. The Russian pulled away before the kiss could get heated, causing the German to curse. "Watch your mouth Beilschmidt, I'm not sure how it works in your friends' cars but swearing isn't allowed by passengers in mine" the Russian said again, pinching the others nipple. "Ahh! Ivan! Please! Stop!" The albino cried. The Russian immediately stopped his administrations. "What? What's wrong, did I hurt you Gil? I am so sorry!" Ivan started rambling apologies and kissing the smaller on the top of his head.

"Ivan, you didn't hurt me, but I know what you're trying to do" the albino said in a low voice, removing his hands from the other's hair. How could I not see it earlier? This asshole. He pulled himself from the other's lap, sitting in his previous spot. The Russian sighed a sigh of relief and irritation. "What am I trying to do, my love?"

"You're trying to seduce me so we won't have to go out in public together. If you didn't want to go on a date you could've just told me!" talking all sexy like that, he knew it would turn me on, that bastard!

The Russian was staring at the German with disbelief. "Что ебать! Ты тот, кто начал сосать мое ухо, как маленькая шлюха в гребаной первую очередь, а затем, когда я тяну ксоответствовать, я соблазнительницы?" The Russian roared. The German turned to him and watched the Russian try, and fail, to contain his anger. Oh hell no! Gilbert only understood a few words in his rant. And out the few words that he understood, none of them were nice. "D-did y-you j-j-just...j-just call me a SLUT!" the German exclaimed, red with rage. "How dare you!" The German screamed as opened the door, storming out of the car. "Gilbert! THAT'S NOT WHAT I FUCKING SAID!" The Russian said as he exited the car and ran to catch up with him. He caught up quickly to the albino and yanked his arm towards him.

"Get the fuck off of me Ivan!" Gilbert screamed, tears spilling from his eyes, from both the pain in his heart and the pain in his wrist. The Russian wasn't listening though, his purple eyes indifferent to the smaller ones command. He turned the German around to face him and placed his hands on the albino's cheeks. "I didn't call you a slut, Gil, I would never call you a slut." The Russian said calmly, wiping away Gilbert's tears of frustration. "Then who did you call a slut? Huh? I'm not a fucking idiot Ivan, I-I heard you." He said, hopefully towards Ivan's face. I am literally blind with rage right now. Ugh! "No, I said 'What the fuck! You're the one who started sucking on my ear like a little slut in the fucking first place, then when I pull over to comply, I'm the seductress? '. So technically it was all a really long question. And I wasn't implying that you were a slut, and maybe slut was the wrong choice of words, and maybe I should've clarified my point a bit more respectfully. But my point still remains. You started this, and you just keep on picking fights with me. What do you fucking want?! I have never been so confused in my whole fucking life!" The Russian ranted while he searched the red eyes in front of him.

"I WANT US TO BE FUCKING OFFICIAL. I WANT US TO BE ABLE TO FUCKING HOLD EACH OTHERS HAND AND WALK TO FUCKING CLASS TOGETHER. I'VE LITERALLY WANTED THIS FOR THE PAST 4 YEARS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP. HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW WHAT I WANT BY NOW?" the German shouted and sobbed as he threw himself into the Russian's chest. He dropped to the ground, letting out four years of frustration.

This wasn't the silent sobs that the two were used to, no, this was something new. Something different. The German was screaming into the chest of his lover, saying things from 'I'm sorry' to 'I hate you'. However, the Russian was silent the whole time, kissing the top of the albino's head. He wrapped his arms around the German, scooping him up in his arms and walking back to the car. He placed Gilbert in the front seat and walked quickly to the driver's seat. He got in, buckled their seatbelt, and pulled the still crying face of the German into his chest. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, the albino slowly getting less fussy. When the crying ceased, the German kept his head buried in the giant's chest, too ashamed to look at him. Jesus Christ Gil, what the fuck?!

"Gilbert? I know you're awake"

The albino looked up at him and sighed. Good going Gilbert, talking about your feelings like a little bitch. "I don't mind going out in public, at school, or whatever. I just want to see you happy" the Russian said from above. The albino pursed his lips, trying to read the purple eyes above him. Is he telling me the truth? The German kept searching for a sign, a sign of dishonesty, a sign that would prove the Russian was lying to him. I can't see any. A devilish smile played on his lips and the German leaned up to kiss him. The Russian leaned down to reach the other's lips. "You don't have to, you know" the German stated, giving the other an opportunity to back out of his promise. Please, please don't back out. "I know, but I love you, so I'll do anything for you"

Well, how do you guys like this chapter? I'm trying to keep this interesting and give all of you Rusprus fans something to take home. I really am enjoying writing Gilbert's point of view and making him all sensitive with his boyfriend. It will be a contrast to the way he acts around his friends.

It seems that Gilbert likes being talked down to, in certain situations. Oh and did you notice Ivan flip the script on Gilbert? HA! Priceless! I still think they're cute together, and yes they've been secretly dating for four years! I know right! Talk about keeping it on the down low.

Did you also like the origin story of Gilbird? I couldn't leave the little guy out, and I honestly have no idea how Gilbert actually got the bird, so, might as well play it to my advantage. Next chapter is Gil's point of view, and I will throw in some info about Arthur through text messages

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