Gilbert cracked opens his eyes as the sun shown into his window for the first time in the morning. Sighing, he sat up, stretching and yawning. He stood and got dressed and jumped as he noticed Elizaveta looking around his door at him. He could only hope that she hadn't been there the whole time, but who knew. He winced slightly as she came out and over to him, wrapping him in a hug. He hugged her back, and then she pulled away. She grinned, saying, "I've figured out your second chance. You are going to take my place for the day. You will serve in Roderich's house." Gilbert's eyes widened slightly in horror as he watched her skip off, out of the room. He sighed deeply, drudging over to Austria's house. When he got to the door, Roderich was waiting. He looked at the other, dreading what would happen, and Roderich held up a maid dress. Gilbert started to shake his head and back away, but the dress flew and settled on his head. He sighed deeply and picked it off, actually looking at it. It was a terribly lacy thing, and the main color was black, thankfully. It was a classic Lolita maid dress. He walked inside, and Roderich handed him the rest of the maid outfit. He trudged to the bathroom, shuddering in horror the whole time he changed. If anyone else saw him like this his reputation was history.
He spent the first part of the day just cleaning the house which was surprisingly tiresome. It was midday when he was serving Roderich lunch that he found a hand on his leg. He looked at Roderich with slightly big eyes. He shivered as the hand traveled up his skirt and touched his arse. He backed away quickly, causing the hand to fall back to Roderich's side. Rod sighed and ate the food put in front of him without really tasting it as Gilbert cleaned the room. He was too busy watching Gilbert's body to even notice when his plate was empty. He drank his tea with equal interest. Gilbert could feel his eyes following him, and shivered faintly. Austria finished his tea and walked over, standing right behind him. Gilbert shifted and bumped back into him, and felt Roderich's arms wrap around his waist. He shivered and tried to pull away, but discovered that aristocrats can be stronger than they look. He squirmed, and Roderich held him tighter. He felt Roderich's mouth on his neck, nibbling and licking, and finally broke away from him. He was breathing heavily, and Roderich was flushed with uneven breathing. Gilbert shook his head and whispered dangerously, "Don't you do that again. I'm not here because I want to be." Roderich sighed and turned away so his back was facing him.
Gilbert slumped slightly with relief. He carefully slipped away to a different room, and avoided Roderich until dinner, when he had to serve him again. He did so in silence, and yelped when he found himself in Roderich's lap. This whole day was a disaster, he decided, as Roderich slid his hand up the front of his skirt, hand trailing along his thighs. He sighed deeply, and Roderich looked at him lustfully. He removed himself from Roderich's lap, which earned a sigh from him. Gilbert finished serving him, then went quickly to the bathroom and changed out of the maid outfit. He shuddered and changed back into his clothes, leaving the maid outfit on the ground. Practically fleeing the house, he went back to his own, and lay shuddering in his bed. That day was going to give him nightmares for days, and maybe years. He couldn't stand the stuck up aristocrat. Never would he wear a maid outfit again. It was so strange. Shivering, he sat down on his bed, looking out the window. Now all he could do was sit and wait for Elizaveta to come and say he had done okay. He hugged his knees and stared at the moon, noting that it was half full. He nearly jumped when Elizaveta sat down by him.
"I'm shocked you survived the whole day. I know that Roderich is lusting after you and would rather you were with him than me. So I'm glad you didn't stay the night like I had half a mind to think you would." Gilbert nodded and slowly relaxed until he was sitting, leaning back against his pillows. He closed his eyes, feeling Elizaveta lay her head on his shoulder and half lay on top of him. He stroked her hair, and she smiled. He held her until he thought she was asleep, then she said, "I've already figured out your third try, but I'm not going to tell you. Is that fine with you?" Gilbert sighed deeply and nodded silently, so she just cuddled closed. He felt as her breathing evened out and smiled to himself, falling asleep fully clothed for once.
Yeah, I know it's short, but this is better than I had planned for this. So this is his second effort to be with her, and I already know what the third one is already! Hope you people are enjoying this story :D
