I looked at Gilbert, marveling at some bruises and cuts he had. Gilbert smiled weakly, his cheek bones where now very thin. What had happened to him? I was about to open my mouth to say something, but a hug caught me off guard.

"God Damn it, why'd you grow up! Making me feel old you bastard!"

"You're old as dirt!"

It was then I thought, shouldn't Gilbert be dead now? Prussia no longer existed, was I seeing things or something? Because, if I remembered, Poland got half of Prussia, and Russia got the other half. Then, why the hell was Gilbert still alive?

"Gilbert…you're supposed to be dead…"

He looked down a bit, as if remembering something sad. He cringed, but shook it off.

"West, um…He saved me…He's not Germany anymore… He's West Germany. I'm East Germany now…Not Prussia. " he said.

Although he tried to hide it…

I could still hear that bit of despair in his voice. This was a different Gilbert then the one I had met years ago. He was no longer confident, I can tell by that look in his eyes. He looked so broken and worn out, so tired and, had he lost weight? His cheek bones where thin, bruises lined his fair pale skin. Some of them where beginning to turn black. But, the thing that made me most afraid, was that, I can tell, he has struggled to get by day to day. Not just because of horrible treatment and abuse, but depression as well.

But I can tell, when I saw him, his eyes had that little spark to them again, that spark which has now manifested into hope confidence. It seems, along with me, his enthusiasm for life has returned. But, why? I can not save him from Ivan's wrath. I can not-scratch that, I can feel some of his pain, but all of it. I can not understand the wrenched things that are being done to him with the control of the Soviet Union, so why do I spark that glimmer of hope within him?

I wanted to find out.

"We're you headed after here? " he asked me.

'Oh...Shit." was the first thing that popped into my mind.

"Ahh…The doctors…"

"Hm…? Why, something wrong with you? "

I was hoping he wouldn't ask.

I can't tell him. I don't want him to pity me, I don't want anyone's pity. Because, even if I did tell him I was raped, he would demand to know who, right? I couldn't do that to Antonio. I love Antonio, I really do, but, as a brother, and just that. I couldn't let anyone hurt Antonio, couldn't let anyone take away his freedom. I couldn't, and won't hurt my big brother that way, now matter how much he hurt me.

"Just a check up!" I said, trying my best to sound cheerful.

That wasn't like me. So he raised an eyebrow curiously.

"Oh…Alright. Hey do you think…maybe"…

Crap.

"I could go with you? "

How could I say no to such a beautiful and familiar face? This question isn't rhetorical by the way.

"Sure…I guess. "

"Okay, let's get something to eat and go then. "

"Mr. Vargas, the doctor will see you now. "

I flinched. Why was I here again? I got up, Gilbert getting up along with me. I gave him a glance, and I caught him glancing back at me. He smiled at me, I looked away from embarrassment, my face turning as red as a tomato.

"You seem nervous, something wrong?" he asked me.

I wish he would stop being so nosey.

"N-No. Bastard…"

He chuckled. Oh, that familiar chuckle that had made me grow so fond of him. Why was that chuckle so inviting and tantalizing to me? Ws I falling for this asshole? Did I fall for him back then?

"Okay, Mr. Vargas, please take off your clothes, and put this on. " he gave me some sort of robe thing.

I look at Gilbert. He stared back at me, and smirked playful. I gave him a glare, and he rolled his eyes standing up.

"Fine, fine, no need to be so shy though. " He said walking out the door.

"Pervert…"

"Whatever!"

I walked behind the curtains so I could hide myself from the doctor. I let my jacket slide off my shoulders, and pulled my shirt over my head. I looked down at my chest and blushed. It was kind of cold in here. I let my hands slip down past my taut stomach, and undid my belt. I unzipped my pants to reveal my al black boxers. I slid my pants down, and pulled them off. I pulled my boxers down to my ankles and folded them with the rest of my clothes.

I looked down at my naked body and blushed. I opened the package the clothes where in, and pulled the robe on.

"Okay, Doc, you can come in!"

This examination was the most awkward things I had ever done. Every time the doctor's hand would go below my waist, I had to stop myself from trembling. I tried not to gasp, I tried not to cry and it took everything I had. Some of the fear let me breathless with a pain in my chest. He said that I would needed some sort of pain medication that he would prescribe. He then asked me what was Gilbert's name. I blinked.

"His name is Gilbert Beilschmidt " I told him.

"Well, may I please speak with him. I have some important things. "

By this time I and gotten dressed again, and walked outside to see Gilbert leaning on the wall next to the door. He smiled at me, the smile was oddly supportive smile. I sighed.

"No, the doctor wants to see you."

"Why the hell does he want to see me!" he shouted.

"I don't know! Stop your bitching and go!" I yelled back pouting.

He chuckled at me. Again.

"What you chuckling at!"

"Your pouting, it's adorable. " I blushed.

Is he flirting with me? I blushed, and walked back in to the room, Gilbert close on my heels. The doctor smiled a worried smile at Gilbert as he walked in. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak.

"Um.. Are you Mr. Vargas' partner?" he asked Gilbert.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. I swear I was on fire.

"What, I'm not following you…"

"Are you his lover?"

I can se Gilbert struggle not to burst out laughing. God, I needed to think of something to throw the doctor off, and quick.

"Y-Yes! He is!" I shouted out.

Gilbert gave me a look. A startled and horrified look. Then he quickly shook it off.

"Yeah, Yeah I am! " said Gilbert triumphantly.

Dear God… I thought.

"Well sir um…You two need um…slow down with the love making, if you know what I mean…don't be so rough with Mr. Vargas, alright Mr. Beilschmidt? We don't want something bad to happen to him. "

"Yes sir!" said Gilbert, a bit to enthusiastic for my taste.

It was then that the doctor give us our permission to leave with my medication. We walked out of the office, by now it was about 2:00 in the afternoon.

"Sooo…" said Gilbert after a long silence.

"You gonna tell me why we lied to the doctor?"

"I can't…"

"Why not? "

"Because I don't have to if I don't want to damn it!" I snapped at him.

He glared at me, and grabbed my wrist pushing me against a nearby wall. He looked into my eyes, it burned, I feel his eyes burning my soul. His eyes said something to me, said something horrifying.

'Don't lie to me!' they said. His eyes scanned mine for the longest time. Its took so long, it felt like hours. No one spoke, no one move. Even our breathing was quite. It was then he leaned in next to my ear.

"Who hurt you? " he whispered.

My chest began to ache at that very moment. I couldn't tell him, just couldn't. But, at this point it didn't matter. I would get hurt either way. He pulled away from my ear. And continued to stare at me. There was again a long (and very awkward)silence. I squirmed a bit in his grip, but, it was so gentle, that I didn't dare brake free. I understood why, because that was my invitation to pull myself away when ever I wanted.

"Hey," he broke the silence.

"I wanna try something…" he muttered in a strangely hypnotic husky voice.

"What? " I grunted.

"I wanna kiss you…" he leaned in closer so our lips almost touched.

"W-What? " I stuttered.

"Yeah…I really wanna kiss you..Because, mein Gott you look so beautiful." he whispered.

I felt the raging heat in my cheeks once again. I trembled, but not of fear, but embarrassment. I felt so nervous, I didn't feel scared, just very embarrassed.

"G-Gilbert…" I whimpered.

He smiled when I said his name. Then he chuckled once again, which somehow made my cheeks turned even redder and hotter.

"Is that a yes? " he purred.

My eyes became half lidded as they scanned his.

"Yeah, I guess it is…"

My heart stopped. The sparks flew. Oh, the contact with his lips were beautiful. His lips touching my, oh Dio this felt perfect. This felt ten times better then even having sex with Antonio. It was so gentle, so loving, in yet, we devoured eat others. And Dio! He tasted wonderful! He tongue touched my lips, he gave a whimper when it did, letting my tongue meet his. Our tongues stroked each other, it was such a loving and wonderful embrace. It was over to soon, much too soon. But we were still connected, but only by a thin trail of silver saliva.

"Mein Gott!" he panted.

"Mi Dio!" I said in response.

He laughed.

"Hey," he said again.

"What? " I said.

"Let's go out to eat somewhere. "

"That sounds great. "

8:30pm.

"How'd we get here? " I asked.

I was lying my head on his chest. We we're buried in huge mound of pillows. On my bed. He felt very warm. I nuzzled my cheek into that warmth, it felt so good.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened now?" he said.

I open one eye, then close it again giving a large sigh as a response. I wish something would happen to distract him even if its just for a sec-

Ring ring ring….

Did I ever tell Feliciano that I loved him , a lot? Well I probably shoulder.

"Ciao? " I say when I answer.

Gilbert gave me collarbone a lick, I gasp. He chuckles, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

"Stop that!" I whispered.

"What did you say, Romano? "

"Nothing. "

"I-I have good news! Ve!" he chirped nervously.

"Yeah what?" Dear Lord, I have that feeling…

"I'm pregnant!" Holy hell.

Did my heart just stop? No, wait, its beating. But, ten times faster. The first thing I thought was: I'm going to fuck that potato bastard up. I gritted my teeth, and scream threats into the phone. God, how I wish I could really do all the things I said. Gilbert tried his best not to burst out laughing.

"Sei un bastardo! Bastardo cazzo! Lo ammazzo! Ho intenzione di uccidere cazzo di lui, e pisciare!"

What I said was: You Bastard! Fucking bastard! Kill him! I'm going to fucking kill him and piss on his grave! I really meant it to. That asshole was just using him, I know it! Feliciano knew this too, in yet, he still pleads for me not to say such things. I grunt, still feeling angry, but since he was about to cry, I just give in, and congratulated him. He told me goodnight, and that he loved me, I did the same and I hung up.

"Looks like we'll be uncles, huh? " said Gilbert teasingly.

"Yeah I guess so. " I said as he kissed me on that cheek.

"All the more reason to see you, though. " he purred.

I blushed.

"Shouldn't you be going home, before the Soviet hunts you down? "

"Yeah I guess you're right. " he said kissing my ear.

He got up, and pulled his jacket back on.

"Hey, what's your phone number, Lovino? " I blinked.

"Um…here…" I said writing down for him.

"I'll call you, kay? " He kisses my cheek again.

"Bye. " I say.

"Bye, Lovi!" he shouts out the door.

I close the door and I go to get undressed and get ready for bed.

"Mmm! Oh Dio! Gilbert!" I moan.

He was holding the back of my knees, panting. His hips rocking, pushing himself in an out of me. He changed the position, sitting me in his lap. I wrap my arms around his strong neck, pulling myself almost off him, then sliding back down, moaning because the head of his dick hit my prostate. I throw my head back and beg.

"G-Gilbert! More! Oh Dio! More!" I groaned.

He keeps his hand on the back of one of my knees, lifting it up ever so slightly. I gasp when he continues his thrust. I gasped out with each one. God, it was so slow and gentle. His thrust where not thrust, but careful slips and slides. I looked him in the eye, pressing my forehead to his, drooling. He looked at me, and he couldn't help but smile at him. I smiled back.

"G-Gilbert! T-Ti amo! I love you!" I arch my back, coming all over his stomach.

"I love you, Lovino. I love you so much…" He said kissing me.

I felt him come inside me, I rode him even as he came. I through my head back once more scream once again:

"GILBERT!"

Dear God, what was that! My eyes shoot open, and I sit up. My sheet are wet…Shit. But Dio, what a great dream. I blushed. I can't be in love can't I? I mean really… Plus, its with the potato bastard's brother? No. But God, Gilbert made me feel so good, so happy. I couldn't just ignore him.

I suddenly began to feel sick. Crap, maybe that restaurant wasn't so good. I stand up, so I could go to the bathroom. I walk in flicking on the light, and I decided I wanted to take a bath so I could wash myself off. I know its like, 3:00 in the morning, but, I really wanted to get clean. Plus, maybe that would help my stomach. I run the warm bath water, and go to grab a towel, despite my nausea getting worse. Suddenly, I had to make a run for the toilet, and I spill my dinner and everything else I had eaten yesterday. I gagged. I feel on the floor, curling up into a ball. Suddenly, I was in a lot of pain. I rocked back and forth, soon rocking myself to sleep.

End of this chapter! Thanks for being patient! Love you guys, please don't forget to comment okay! Also , go to my profile and please vote for who Antonio will be paired up with. Your two choices are: Francis and Ivan. I know what you're thinking, where did Ivan come from? Well in actually, Hidekaz said that Antonio is two faced like Ivan. Also its just plain cute if you ask me, well enough of my rambling, hope you enjoyed this chapter!

By the way, Antonio's story will begin after I finish these to, but I thought it would be nice to start it. Okay, bye, I promise I will try to update more!

Oh yeah, this was seven pages on Microsoft Work Word Processor, the LONGEST thing I have ever written! By the way, I have somthing interesting planned: Felicianox The Vatician City (my OC) its for a friend. Its a one shot though, so feel free to read when I'm done!