A/N: This fanfic is a deanon of the APH Kink Meme. Links are here: . ?thread=514014427#cmt514014427

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Okay, this site messed up the links. I'm not sure what to do with them now, but I'll keep them there in case they can be fixed somehow in the future.

"Roddy? Specs? Speeeecs." Gilbert lay the back of his head down on the piano and caused the keys to press down, interrupting Roderich's delicate playing with a harsh mishmashing of sound.

Roderich jerked his fingers from their position near Gilbert's head and gave him a look beyond irritation. He fixed a glare onto Gilbert's hair, willing it to burn through his brain if it would only make him less annoying for once. "If you keep interrupting my music, then I will just have to play for a longer time. Why don't you go get drunk with your friends or something similar?"

Gilbert merely turned his head up from his current position, tilting it back to look at Roderich, and frowned at him. "I already told you, specs. Franny's out fricking with Eyebrows somewhere, and Tony's getting it on with Romano at his house. We're the only one not...doing anything, if you know what I mean." He waggled his eyebrows at Roderich and made the latter grit his teeth and pray for Elizaveta to burst into the room like she always did, giving Gilbert a well-deserved thunk on the head with her frying pan of doom.

Roderich stared at Gilbert for a moment, glaring at him with a violent twinge of anger and a scowl that would bring envy to Romano's face. Then, the expression melted from him quite suddenly. He appeared to regain his composure and stiffen his expression to the default "prissy stick-up-the-ass prinzessin" look, as Gilbert liked to call it. He abruptly turned away from Gilbert and started to play on the lower notes of the piano. His face betrayed no emotion, but the dark notes he was playing was delivering all the anger he needed to show.

Gilbert was a little stunned at the vibrations of the notes traveling through the chamber of the piano and up into his head. It sort of hurt, but it also felt sort of...nice. Like a vibrating massage or something to that effect. Although Roderich had his face turned away from him, he could see his growing surprise as Gilbert made no move to get off the piano. He snickered inwardly as he astonished him even more by making his face relax and go into a lazy smirk. The kind that usually accompanied...well...excitement. Of the sexual nature.

Roderich had seen that look often enough during his multiple marriages, on almost all the faces he had gazed upon as they hovered above or below his own. The recognition of it made his fingers slow down from their frenzied note dancing and come to a gradual stop, eventually decreasing down to a single G sharp. Gilbert remained in the same position he was lying in, the smirk growing until it became the single highlight of his face, a trigger for the sudden tightness in Roderich's pants and his now audible breathing, which was starting to catch in his throat.

Gilbert upped it by reaching out a black-gloved hand, grasping Roderich's cravat and pulling it closer to him, dragging the nation along for the ride. He rolled over on the piano, provoking more dissonance of sound, and brought his face within two inches of Roderich's, watching the aristocrat's face for further signs of emotion. He witnessed a blooming of pink break out on his face and a widening of violet eyes that made him chuckle, much to the Little Master's discontent.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, noting little details about the other's face (lips parted in just the right way, crimson eyes narrowing in jest (something which the aristocrat didn't take lightly)). Then, Roderich moved suddenly.

A zooming in of his face, the soft feeling of lips being pressed to his, Gilbert was taken by surprise when Roderich got up from his seat at the piano, pushed Gilbert to the ground next to it, and proceeded to pin him by pressing a palm firmly into the center of his chest, effectively knocking the breath out of him as a bonus. Gilbert was still clutching at his cravat, but his face showed surprise as Roderich squirmed his tongue around Gilbert's lips, pressing at them in an effort to find an opening.

Gilbert was much confused by this new development. He also felt a strange pressure in his lower...area and his face begin to get unusually warm. He was taught about this when he was younger...what was it called again? Arousal? Lust?

With that memory came another. He saw a warrior, standing tall above him, looking down at his puzzled face as he asked why he felt so strange when he saw the new nation, the one with the prissy attitude, take off his clothes and swim with nothing on, his little body fighting to travel upstream a river. The warrior had given him a disgusted look, then slapped him, calling him a "filthy demon," despite him not knowing what he had done. He then proceeded to explain that the strange feeling was a sin against God and all that was pure and holy and good. He made him promise that he would never mention such a "disgusting" thing again.

Gilbert still had no idea what the strange feeling really was though, and he knew he would be punished again if he spoke of it. So that's why he hid his true feelings towards the Little Master. He tormented and teased him all the time, in an attempt to rid himself of it, but it only served to fuel it more, making it burn inside his very being.

Of course, he hadn't stayed ignorant for long. His new friend France had been more than willing to explain everything, even to give a demonstration (England had been quite unwilling to comply, so he couldn't). What he lacked was experience. He had never actually performed the act itself, despite his frequent bragging and prompting by Franny. Once he learned what he was supposed to do, he immediately resolved to save himself for Roderich, him being the only person to evoke such in him. Visits to Roddy's became ever more frequent, and attempts to hint as his attraction became more blatant. This, however, was the farthest they had gone.

Roderich felt the pressure become increasingly hard to bear, its evidence clearly visible in the tent that was present underneath his pant front. He at last managed to find a gap in between the other nation's lips, his tongue methodically slipping inside the dark warmth and moist environment. He patted the other nation's tongue with his own, coaxing it to dance with his. Gilbert lay there unmovingly, and his tongue mirrored him, lying limply on the floor of his mouth.

Roderich drew his tongue out of Gilbert's mouth, Gilbert's lips remaining parted. He stared up at the nation pinning him, eyes hazed with pleasure but confused. Roderich wasn't expecting that reaction. He looked back at Gilbert, eyebrows furrowed. Why would he be making that face? Hadn't he made it perfectly clear that he had some level of attraction to Gilbert, as Gilbert seemed to have displayed to him during their many meetings at his house? Or...did Gilbert not return his feelings? He was so sure about it though! He thought that there was no way that he could be getting mixed signals!

Roderich slowly withdrew himself from Gilbert's grasp, eyes still locked with his. Gilbert momentarily felt a rush of panic.

"Gilbert... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Gilbert felt a pang of devastation as he looked into Roderich's eyes, guilt heavily clouding their depths. "R-Roddy... I don't know..."

Roderich immediately smelt something fishy (and he hated fishes). "What don't you know, Gilbert?" He prodded, even though he had a growing suspicion of what it was. The idea of it brought a rare and growing smirk to his mind.

Gilbert blushed (something just as rare as Roderich's smirks, and both were taking place in the same situation) and mumbled something that brought the smirk to Roderich's face.

"I-I don't know how to do this. I'm...a virgin." Gilbert said the last couple of words extremely quietly, which was unlike him.

Roderich lowered himself to snicker a little bit, bringing an even brighter flush to Gilbert's face. "It's not my fault! My leaders...my people... Catholicism..." He rambled about religion and the sin of homosexuality and the sin of lust in general as a defense for his lack of sexual experience.

Roderich's smirk disappeared and he frowned as Gilbert talked about how he was punished for showing any sign of desire or want because of his people's religious mantra "Abandon all worldly desires" or something like that. He gently prodded Gilbert in the chest to get him to stop talking. After doing this a couple of times, Gilbert finally shut up, settling for staring at Roderich longingly and pleadingly.

Roderich murmured, "Do you really believe in what you've been talking about just now?"

Gilbert tried to say he didn't know, but the words died in his throat. He already knew the answer to that question, but he couldn't say it out loud for some reason.

Nonetheless, Roderich understood. He lowered his head to Gilbert's ear and gave him a breathy, lust-filled whisper. "I'll make love to you, and I promise you'll like it." Gilbert shivered and the tent in his pants grew harder to the touch.

Roderich hooked one of his fingers into the edge of Gilbert's button down and pulled at it expertly. The buttons came undone, exposing his collarbone. Roderich sucked at it, turning the skin red against the pale white and licked it soothingly. Gilbert hitched a breath and leaned his head back slightly. Then, he felt the fabric slipping off of him and over his head and shoulders. He saw his bare, pale chest exposed to Roderich's burning gaze and flushed when Roderich put his right hand on the place directly above his heart.

Roderich could feel it pumping, making the blood of his land and people flow through his veins, which symbolized something else. He was not sure how it exactly worked, but he knew that if his vital regions were Silesia, then Gilbert's... body parts probably represented parts of his realm too. He traced the slight curve of Gilbert's muscular midriff down to the line where his pants were blocking him. Gilbert shuddered at his touch, throughly ashamed of himself. Roderich hadn't even seen all of him yet, but he was feeling like this. He felt Roderich's gaze on his stomach shift to his eyes and reluctantly looked at him. Oh- he'd been squeezing his eyes shut. Nice. He internally groaned at himself, both in exasperation and pleasure.

"Gilbert."

"...yes?"

"May I?" Roderich looked at him expectantly. He thought about refusing, but only for a second. After all, this is what he had wanted, right? These visits to spec's mansion were to achieve this result, correct?

He knew deep inside him that it was something more, though. He just wasn't ready to let it out yet.

Gilbert hesitated for a quick second, then nodded his approval.

Roderich proceeded to pull his pants and boxers down and off, grasping both the garments at the same time. He eased them away from Gilbert's ankles and feet, noting how... well, not exactly delicate but slender looking Gilbert's calves were. And smooth too. The thought brought a tiny blush to his face, complementing the lustful look he was getting in his eyes. After he had tossed the clothing aside, he directed his eyes to Gilbert himself.

Gilbert was looking at him with a flush on his face, unconciously closing his thighs together and spreading the rest of his legs out, like how Elizaveta used to when they were married and about to start. He pushed the thought away. Elizaveta wasn't his wife anymore and they were only close friends. Gilbert, on the other hand...

Gilbert was different from her. Even when they were married, he had only had a simple physical attraction to her, notwithstanding the more complex familial bond they had. Gilbert aroused more complex feelings in him, but those definitely weren't platonic. They were how he would expect a bond with a real lover to be... Would he consider Gilbert a lover? He pondered the question. Yes. Gilbert was a lover, and hopefully, he would be only Roderich's lover. Roderich looked down at himself and realized that he was still fully dressed, despite the wrinkles in his clothing. He began to undress himself when he heard Gilbert address him.

"Wait."

Roderich stopped and looked at him. "Yes?"

Gilbert looked a little embarrassed. He looked away slightly and coughed on purpose. "Could...could I undress you?"

Roderich was a little amused by his request. He smirked at Gilbert, who looked down with a blush, and scooted closer to him, placing himself in Gilbert's completely naked lap. Gilbert let out a short startled noise and flushed heavily as he felt his erection press into Roddy's bottom. Roderich repositioned himself on his lap, deliberately grinding into Gilbert's vital regions while the other nation let out an unexpected mewl at the contact. He heard Gilbert try to stifle the sound, but he wanted more of it, so he full out grinded against Gilbert, enjoying the heavy breaths and small noises he heard from him. Gilbert retaliated by yanking off Roderich's tailcoat and shirt in an undignified fashion, carelessly tossing them on top of his discarded shirt and pants. He then began to work with Roderich's pant fly, hearing the satisfying unzipping noise and feeling the fabric give way to his unrestrained erection. The boxers and pants came off, and both of them were stark naked.

Gilbert, unused to the situation, imitated a tomato as he could now feel Roderich's cheeks rubbing against his fully erect shaft. He wasn't sure what to do, so he was a little relieved, albeit disappointed, when Roderich got off his lap and turned around, crouching at the place where he was sitting moments before. Gilbert felt his face heat up even more as Roderich inspected his erection hungrily. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, making Gilbert gasp a little. Gilbert then had the strange pleasure of seeing Roderich pull his head forward, drop his head down, and give the slit at the end of his cock the gentlest of licks. That lick, subtle as it may have been, sent flames of pleasure burning in all the nerve centers of the very top of his erection. His ecstasy multiplied as Roderich bent down ever so slightly further and kissed it softly, his lips just barely brushing the sensitive area. His legs tensed a little and if it was possible, he suspected that his shaft had hardened even more than it already had.

Roderich then brought his whole tongue down, swirling it around the whole tip, making shudders of pleasure run down his cock and travel up and down his spine. He was unable to restrain himself anymore at this point and let out an almost silent moan. Roderich heard it and looked up at him, hand still gripping the length that at this time had started to produce a few drops of precum covering the very top. He narrowed his eyes mischievously.

Before Gilbert had an instant to process the implications of this gesture, he felt himself being gripped with an insatiable pleasure. Roderich was moving his hand up and down his shaft, mouth covering the top part of it and tongue twisting violently around the covered part. Saliva dripped down his length, and he couldn't care less as he let out an agonized shriek, eroticity evident in its sound. Roderich stopped after a few seconds, and Gilbert was quick to look at him with a disbelieving expression, precum slowly intermingling with spit on his length and dripping down as one liquid. Roderich gave him another smirk (Gilbert was beginning to learn that Roderich plus smirk equals bad news) and swiftly pushed him down again. Gilbert yelped as he hit the cold floor, the iciness biting into his back. He began to glare half-playfully at Roderich when the latter climbed onto him, positioned his hole directly over Gilbert's shaft, and placed two of his fingers into his own mouth, sucking on them and adding a third after a moment.

Gilbert was unsure what he was doing. He knew where he was going with the...positioning, but not why he was sucking his fingers. It seemed like a strange thing to do in this situation.

"Ehh...Roddy?"

"..."

"Yes?"

"What's with the finger sucking? Is that supposed to do something?"

Roderich simply looked at him with a mockingly disdainful face. "Of course. Why would I be doing it otherwise? Because they taste so good?"

"No need to brag, priss...but why're you doing that? What's the point?"

"I'll show you the point." At that, Roderich began to lower his fingers, coated with saliva, from his mouth and to his lower regions. Gilbert watched, unsure of where this was going. He got his answer when Roderich pushed one finger into his anus, adding another after a moment and then finally adding the third one, stretching himself out in preparation for penetration from Gilbert's decidedly large asset. Gilbert looked on in wonder, watching Roderich's face flush as they locked eyes and he broke eye contact, instead preferring to focus on his labor.

Finally, after a while, Roderich extracted his fingers from his hole and placed his hands on Gilbert's, interlocking their fingers. Gilbert remained still, as he thought that it seemed fitting for the position Roderich was putting himself in. Roderich then slowly began to lower himself onto Gilbert, wincing a little when the rest of the shaft was pushed in beyond the tip. He managed to accommodate the whole thing, then sat down on Gilbert, face flushed and own erection hard. Gilbert remembered what Roddy had done for him, so he hesitantly reached out and grasped the aristocrat's own member, using one finger to massage the tip, as he assumed that it would feel good.

His assumption was shown to be correct as Roderich gasped, rubbing the tip of his length on Gilbert's hand and getting precum all over the other's digits. Gilbert recalled from a lesson taught by France that in intercourse, he was supposed to move while...uh, in the other person, so he gently pushed into Roderich. Roderich twitched his legs in response, face going red. Gilbert knew he was doing the right thing, so he pulled out a little and thrust into Roderich again.

Roderich felt an insurmountable pleasure slowly spread throughout him, turning into ecstasy as Gilbert repeatedly thrusted into him and caused white liquid to seep out of the slit in his member. He tilted his head back and allowed the pleasure to overcome him, both him and Gilbert, as the latter felt that same primal pleasure wash him over, knocking away his former hesitance. He thrusted into Roderich with no restraint now, just pushing in and out, in and out, because it felt so right to him. The tightness gripping his cock, the ecstatic wails of his lover, the fact that this was his first time all egged him on to no end, leaving him with only that desire, that feeling that this was the only thing he wanted to do now, the only thing he would ever want to do from now on and through all eternity...

-Hours later-

Roderich lay on Gilbert's chest, a white liquid coating the front of his chest and mixed into Gilbert's hair, which is already so pale that it doesn't make much of a difference anyways. He looked into Gilbert's eyes and saw that sweet innocence, that pure desire still drifting through his eyes. He was surprised. Shouldn't that have been gone by now, with what they had done? Gilbert looked into Roderich's eyes and saw that vibrant violet, that strong and sweet color that rivals the intensity of his own eyes of crimson. For a fragile-looking aristocrat, he sure does have strong eyes. Slowly, they gravitate towards each other and share another kiss, this one soft and sweet and melting together like chocolate candy, their favorite flavor. Gilbert feels that deep feeling in his chest, the one that urges him to tell Roddy while he's here with him and right after their shared experience. Roderich feels that emotion in his chest too, the one telling him to tell Gilbert, right after they discovered each other and when he's still here embracing him, protecting him, liking him...loving?

Loving? It was pretty foreign to both of them, actually. Yes, both of them loved Elizaveta, but in a platonic way (no matter what Gilbert says about her being a psycho frying pan lady). Gilbert loved Ludwig, but that was platonic too (he wouldn't have it any other way!). Roderich used to think he loved the people he married before, but none of them could ever compare to what he had right now, that arrogant being that had a surprisingly sweet and childlike side to him, no matter what others might think. Loving him could be a viable possibility...no, it was too late for that. He had already fallen for him, if it wasn't obvious enough to his painfully oblivious mind. Gilbert had already made up his mind that he, in all probability, was in love with Roddy and had been for a pretty long time. He still felt the same as he did when he was a child, looking at that prissy little nation who wasn't like the others. He knew Roddy was special.

They might wonder about it for a little while more. Maybe they'll fight about it (less likely now). Maybe they'll deny, though halfheartedly. They both know that that won't change the feeling in their hearts, reserved only for each other, that romantic emotion that is specified to only one person. They know that love is only a breath away when they need it the most...and when it comes to annoy them with its prissiness or with its arrogant attitude.

A/N: The sap in that ending is real.