I don't own Hetalia.
Uhh.. Warning. The rating changed, Juuust to be safe. Some OOC and.. A little bit of.. Blood. Not really, though. Just a small.. Just read it.
Also, after this chapter, I may be sticking to using their.. Human names?
Blargh, Guys, I'm losing motivation. xD And inspiration.
The songs listened to while writing this chapter were:
"Give Me Love" by Ed Sheeran, "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons, and "Miss You" by Ed Sheeran.
ALSO, Don't be mad.. But it goes from Almost Smut, to Instant Fluff.
Sorry it's short. But, Enjoy~
Ivan began unwrapping Gilbert's bandages, checking on his wound. It seemed to be healing fine. He looked up at Gilbert. "Is there any pain?". The albino shook his head. "Nein, not really.". Russia smiled at this and leaned in, pressing a small kiss to Prussia's middle. "Get better~".
Gilbert's cheeks flushed, and he pushed Ivan's head away. "I.. Idiot! It's not like I'm dying or anything!". Russia laughed at first, but his gaze softened, and his smile faded. ".. You almost did.". Prussia noticed this, and got off of the bed, now kneeling down next to Ivan. "Hey..". "But you're here now! And that's all that matters." Russia leaned in fast, catching Gilbert off guard. Gilbert was now lying on his back, staring up at the Russian on top of him. He stared into violet eyes, searching them.
"Russland..?" Gilbert asked softly. "Hmm?" Russia smiled softly, brushing his hand along Prussia's cheek gently. "Are you okay?". Russia stopped, and slowly pulled his hand away. Something flared within those violet eyes.
"Don't touch me, you monster!" Gilbert shouted, smacking Ivan's hand away. His eyes were filled with hate, and his voice consisted of venom, which stung at the sound.
"Wait.. Gilbert.." Ivan pleaded, his voice cracking in the slightest. " I didn't mean to-" "Who'd you kill this time, huh? Some innocent person who happened to be walking by while you were pissed off?" Gilbert waved his arms in anger. "Gilbert, I.." "Nein! Hah.. I never loved you. Because, you know what?" Gilbert shook his head, smirking. "No one could ever love a monster like you.".
Those words hurt. It felt like someone had ripped his heart out, and tore it to shreds right infront of him. He felt empty. The only emotion he held, was hatred toward himself.
"I don't wanna do this anymore, Russland.." Gilbert said in a softer voice. He pulled his gun from it's holster, placing it against his own head.
"Wait. Gilbert.. Hold on.." Russia's voice shook, as he began to panic. "Est tut mir leid, Ivan.". With that, Gilbert pulled the trigger, his blood splattering everywhere. "Nyet! Gilbert!".
( A/N: That was Russia's Nightmare, If you hadn't guessed.)
Russia now had tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. His tense body seemed to fall limp, as he just sat there, staring off into the distance. "Oh.. my God..". "Ivan.." Gilbert whispered, now sitting up. He brushed his hand against Russia's cheek, wiping his tears away. Russia wasn't one to cry a lot. Only when he'd done something bad, or something horrible happened.
Ivan snapped out of his thoughts, now staring into Gilbert's eyes. "Am I.. a monster..?".
Gilbert just stared at him. "I don't want to lose you. I don't want to hurt you.. I don't..", Ivan shook his head, looking down. "I'm sorry, Gil..". Gilbert tilted Russia's head up with his hand, looking into his violet eyes. "You're not a monster. You're..", he leaned in, brushing his lips against Ivan's. "Beautiful." he whispered softly. Ivan pressed his lips to Gilbert's, kissing him passionately. "Within time.. I won't be beautiful. I'll be.. Broken. Insane. A complete monster.." Ivan spoke softly between kisses.
Prussia stopped, and pulled away. Ivan just looked down. "Nein, Look at me. Hey.. Even then, I will accept you. I'll love you no less. You'll still be beautiful to me.". Russia looked up, a small, yet sad smile on his face. "Will you.. stay by my side? Until the end?". Gilbert laughed softly, ruffling Russia's hair with one of his hands. "Of course.". Russia nuzzled into Prussia's hand, a warm, comfortable smile replacing his sad one. He felt somewhat.. whole again. "Thank you..".
Gilbert stood up, holding his hand out to Ivan. "C'Mon, Lets get these bandages wrapped, and get some food. I'm hungry.". Ivan took Gilbert's hand, standing on his feet.
-x-
After switching bandages, getting dressed, and an amazing breakfast, they had both realized the fact that, they didn't have any plans wat-so-ever for today, and they were bored out of their minds.
"Mmn, we should go do something." Ivan wrapped his arms around Gilbert from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. Ivan's breath sent shivers up Gilbert's spine, causing Gilbert to lean back into him. "Like?". "Hmn, Maybe a nice dinner, and a movie, da~?". Ivan then pulled out his phone, dialing a few digits, and then pressing it to his ear, pulling away from Gilbert.
Someone answered on the other line. "Privet! YA khotel by sdelatʹ ogovorki. Da. Braginski. Mhm.".
Dinner..? And.. a movie? Gilbert blushed at the thought of it. Though him and Ivan had been together for some time now, they never actually.. well, went out on a date. Atleast.. a serious one.
"Spasibo!" Ivan beamed, a smile on his face. he closed his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket, and looking over at Gilbert.
"Iva-" "C'Mon, Ptichka~ We're going out.".
.. Wait, What?
-x-
After a while of driving, they made it to the GUM Mall, located in Moscow Russia. "Wait.. what are we doing here?" Gilbert asked, as Ivan got out of the car, closing his door behind him. He walked around his black 2003 Toyota Celica, opening the passenger door, leaning in. "Suit fitting." he spoke simply, pressing his lips to Gilbert's cheek softly, and then extending his hand out to him.
"S..Suit..- What? Why?" Gilbert stepped out of the car, closing his door behind him. Ivan locked the car, as it beeped once, before shoving his keys back into his pocket. He then reached his hand out for Gilbert's own, intertwining their fingers. "You'll see.~".
They entered the mall, and Gilbert just stopped, his mouth agape. "Holy.." His red eyes roamed over the heads of numerous people, gazing at the numerous stores and signs. What really caught his eye, though, was the architecture and decor. The arched glass roof, the large pillars.. This place was huge.
"You like?" Ivan chuckled, snapping Gilbert out of his stupor. He simply nodded.
Ivan led Gilbert through crowds of people, and up a flight of stairs, onto the second floor. They walked a bit, coming to a small shop with suits on display in the windows. They walked inside, greeted by a man who seemed to be in his late fourties, with sandy blonde hair, and slate blue eyes. "Ah! Mr. Braginsky, a well apprieciated customer! What are you looking for today, sir?". Ivan simply smiled and pulled Gilbert infront of himself, his hands on his shoulders. "This.. Is Mr. Beilschmidt. We're looking for.. something original, yet classy and comfortable as well.". The blonde haired man nodded. "I'll get right to it. Mr. Beilschmidt, this way please.".
-x-
As Gilbert was led away, Ivan used this time to look around for himself. He looked at various suits. Black, tan, white, and grey. Though, he didn't need anything fancy. Once he found what he was looking for, he called over one of the managers, who got him the right size. He then walked to the very back of the store to one of the fitting rooms, changing into his suit, and fitting it so it was comfortable. There was no need to change back into his regular clothing, they'd be wearing these out of the store.
He folded his clothes, stepping out of his room, before bumping into Gilbert. "Ah, Izvi- Oh, Gilbert." Ivan studied the male, head to toe. He was wearing the same black suit as himself, but damn.. "You look.. great in a suit.". Gilbert looked up slowly, making sure to take in every inch of the male's appearence. "Mm- Oh, Uh." He blushed, slightly embarrassed. "So do you.". Ivan only chuckled, patting the Gilbert's head softly. "Shall we go pay?".
-x-
Time passed, and their reservations would be open soon. The time was going on six o'clock, and they were scheduled in ten minutes. Traffic was picking up just a bit, since people were probably heading home from work. The sun was setting just behind the Red Square, casting a golden glow upon buildings, and long, stretched shadows on the streets.
The light turned green, and Ivan made a speedy left, a sudden smile appearing on his lips. He then slowed down, pulling up to what seemed like an old, Victiorian home, and parking. He and Gilbert got out of the car, before Ivan grabbed his hand gently, leading him inside the building.
The inside looked so much better than the outside. Plush, red carpeting made it comfortable to walk, with rich, oak paneling around the whole room. Better yet, a glimmering chandelier hanging overhead. In the corner of the room, a fireplace gave the room a warm, home-like aptmosphere. There were several tables, filled with families, couples, and friends dining. This place was indeed, fancy.
The two men walked up, now in line, as Ivan looked at his watch. Right on time.
"Name, please?" A small, petite waitress asked. "Braginski." Ivan nodded politely, letting go of Gilbert's hand. "Right this way, please." the waitress grabbed two menus, walking foward, around tables.
She led Ivan and Gilbert up a few stairs, before turning to a small table on the landing, placing their menus down. "Please enjoy your stay at Tsentralny Dom Literatov.". She then nodded, walking away.
Gilbert just stared at Ivan, in shock. "You went through all of this.. R-Really. You didn't have to do all of this, Russland.". He opened his menu, browsing over all of the different food types. Ivan opened his also, before speaking softly, "But, I wanted to. I wanted tonight to be.. romantic.". He then looked up, the sweetest look on his face. "You mean a lot to Russia.". Gilbert only scoffed, burrying his embarrassed face in his menu. "Same.. to you.".
-x-
They'd spent the dinner enjoying their meals, talking romantically over champaigne, and sharing their laughs over small things. To be honest, Gilbert had really enjoyed this night out. Not just the night out, though. The whole day. His time with Ivan alone. Just that.. was enough to make him happy. He also couldn't help but feel that Ivan had something else in store for tonight. He smiled at the thought, his cheeks flushing the softest shade of crimson.
"Thinking about something, Gil?" A Russian accent knocked Gilbert out of his thoughts. He smiled softly, making direct eye contact with Ivan. "Someone." Gilbert replied in a soft, low whisper. Ivan raised a brow in curiousity, a soft smirk replacing his smile. "Oh?".
The two hadn't even noticed the waitress that had placed the receipt on the table, picking up their empty plates and glasses, and returning back to work. Gilbert held a the gaze with Ivan, seeing a small flare of lust in his eyes, soon covered by loving warmness. Ivan moved his hand to slide over the table, grabbing the receipt and looking over it. He set it down on the table, reached inside of his suit jacket, and pulled out his wallet, retrieving a credit card. He then picked up a pen, signing 'Ivan Braginski' on the signiture line in neat, elegant writing.
"Wait.. Ivan, Let's split i-" "Nyet, Ptichka. I planned this all. Let me do the honour." Ivan flashed him a genuine smile, which was warm and loving. If Gilbert admired it any longer, he swore, he would've melted right then and there.
The waitress came back, taking both receipt and credit card, and then soon returning with just the card. "We hope you enjoyed your stay at Tsentralny Dom Literatov." She smiled softly, then walking away.
The two men stood up, making their way out of the building. Once outside, Gilbert grabbed Ivan's hand shyly, looking down at the ground. "Thanks.." he whispered softly. "For, Uh, Everything, I me- Mmff-". Ivan cut Gilbert off with a passionate kiss, backing him up slowly against his car. After a few moments, he pulled away, leaving GIlbert breathless.
"Gilbert.." He breathed, looking the other in the eyes. He grabbed Gilbert's hands in his own, bringing them up to his lips. "You.. don't need to thank me for anything. I do these things out of my love for you. Nothing more, nothing less.". Ivan then leaned in, and pressed a small kiss to Gilbert's cheek, and opening his car door. Gilbert got in, and he closed it behind him, before walking over to the driver's side and sliding in, closing his own door. He started the car, turning the heat on and warming themselves up, before Ivan began driving home.
The streets were surprisingly quiet on this Saturaday night at 8:45 p.m. The snow fell heavilly, powdering the streets with white fluff. Ivan looked over at Gilbert breifly, who was looking out the window, admiring the snow. He smiled softly, and grabbed his hand, causing Gilbert to turn around and look at him just as his eyes returned to the road. Ivan smiled softly, making a right turn, closer to home.
-x-
They pulled up into the driveway, Ivan pushing a button, causing the garage of the large house to open. He drove inside, parking the car, as both men stepped out, only to return back outside into the cold, and make their way up to the front door. Ivan grabbed his keys from his pocket, unlocking the door, and stepping inside with Gilbert, warmth nipping at their skin from the fireplace.
As Gilbert made an attempt to walk past him, Ivan closed the front door, and then spun around to wrap his arms around Gilbert from behind, pulling him close. "I.. Ivan?". Gilbert shivered as the other's lips made contact with his neck, nipping softly at his skin. He let out a soft sigh, leaning back into Ivan, and his eyes rolling back.
Ivan couldn't take it anymore, either. He had to have Gilbert. Touch him. Love him. Whatever.
Gilbert found the sudden strength to rip away from Ivan's hold, turning around and pressing his body to his, smashing their lips together. Ivan was actually surprised by his action, seeing as how Gilbert wasn't the kind to just.. suddenly make a move like that. He let out a soft moan when Gilbert's tongue slipped inside of his mouth, their tongues tangling and mending in a battle over dominance.
Ivan flipped their positions, so now he was pinning Gilbert to the door. Gilbert gasped when his back was slammed against the door, not too harshly, but enough to make him lose thought for a second. He gripped Ivan's shoulder's, feeling his lips and hot breath on his neck. He let out a soft, whispered moan, before finding enough ground to speak. "B.. Bedroom. Now.".
With that, Gilbert didn't wait for a response. He pushed Ivan backwards, down the hallway, as they occasionally bumped into walls and furniture, their lips ceasing to break until they made it into Ivan's room. Gilbert nudged the door shut with his foot, before shrugging his jacket off. Ivan took control this time, loosening Gilbert's tie and pulling it over his head. They both took no time in removing their shirts, before Gilbert was pushed onto the bed, Ivan soon ontop of him.
Ivan took his sweet time pressing kisses up Gilbert's torso, before flicking his tongue over one of his nipples. Gilbert let out a soft sigh of pleasure, keeping his calm, until Ivan decided he'd suck on it, causing Gilbert to arch into Ivan's mouth and let out a moan. Those moans were music to Ivan's ears. He moved up, keeping his lips on Gilbert's neck. His teeth grazed over the pale skin, occasionally stopping to tease the albino.
"Oh Gott, Ivan, don't stop..". Gilbert managed to whisper, before Ivan pressed their lips together in a hot, passionate kiss. Ivan pulled away and sat up, now staring down at the Prussian. "Gil.." He whispered, gazing into the other's eyes. Gilbert reached a hand up, brushing the back of it gently against Ivan's cheek. "Gilbert.. I know I haven't said this a lot. We weren't exactly together back then, you know?" Ivan stared down at him, as he brushed a few strands of hair from the Prussian's eyes. "But if I ever lost you.. If you ever left.. I don't think I'd be as stable as I am now. As happy as I am now.. And I.." he shook his head, a soft chuckle excaping his lips. He was smiling, even though Gilbert could tell he was about to cry. " I love you, Gil. I love you so much. Thank you for not leaving me.". Ivan gave Gilbert a soft, genuine smile, before leaning down and pressing his lips softly to the albino's cheek.
Gilbert melted at Ivan's words, a warm feeling spreading throughout his stomach. "I'm happy here, Ivan. I'm happy with you. In this house. In Russia. And I'm not leaving any time soon." He smiled, holding Ivan in his arms. "I'm staying right here. With you in my arms. I won't dare let anything happen to you. Me and you together, okay? I'll be by your side forever.".
Hearing Gilbert say that, Ivan shifted to lay down next to the Prussian, an arm wrapped around his bare torso as he snuggled into him. "Oh, and, Ivan?" Gilbert asked, turning on his side to wrap an arm around the Russian as they cuddled. "Hmm?".
"Ich liebe dich auch.".
I.. Am SO Sorry I haven't updated in forever. My next full update might be sometime this late November, or early December. Let's make it late November, so then I can upload a Christmas special for you all.~
Anyway, guys, Well.. I hope you weren't dissapointed. And to all of you on the.. East coast, I wish you all luck in your recovery from Hurricane Sandy. Hoh, she was a bitch. I live in Ohio and it was baaaad. Anyway, A few things I'd like to say,
1. I know, I changed the rating to M. Haha. I was gonna write an amaaaazing Smex scene, but, I got overwhelmed with feels at the last moment. And the music was all, " NO. YOU NEED FLUFF.". So, sorry for the tease.
2. Thanks for staying with me on this Fic, guys, Means a lot. I get amazing emails saying that you guys are following me. Which, really, It inspires me to keep writing. Haha. You guys are amazing. And I loooooooove you all. And I mean that.
Ah, I'm so tired. I'm going to bed now. Keep safe guys~ Rate and review!
Thanks!
-Kai.
