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Locked Away: a Prussia x Austria drabble
"Gilbert, I told you, I'm fine! Now leave me alone," Roderich muttered, turning back to the sheet music he had on his piano. He'd been composing again. Admittedly, he'd been doing that more and more lately, but he just assumed it was because he was more inspired than usual. Nothing to worry about.
"That's a lie and we both know it, hot shot," Gilbert laughed, walking into the room and sitting down next to him on the piano bench. Roderich moved away a little bit as he did. "You've been hiding. You don't want to deal with the fact that you're losing the war, so you've been locking yourself away in here and composing or whatever you call it."
Austria was currently at war with Hungary, and he was losing badly. Very, very badly. And it had been taking a toll of Roderich physically and emotionally. So…though he'd never admit it, he knew Gilbert was right. He had been hiding. He just didn't want to deal with all of this. It wasn't right. He shouldn't be at war with someone who he cared so much for. "Shut up…" he muttered, looking down at the sheet music and scribbling some notes down.
"I won't shut up until you admit that I'm right," Gilbert said with a roll of his eyes. It was killing him to see Roderich wasting away like this. This wasn't how he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be…well, not strong. He'd never been strong. He just shouldn't be this miserable all the time. While the man could be uptight, he was never miserable, and Gilbert wanted to fix it.
"Then you'll be talking a rather long time," he muttered, beginning to play through his piece on the ivories in front of him. He got through the first few measures only to be stopped when Gilbert's hands took his own and removed them from the keys.
"What?" he growled, looking up at the Prussian. He was starting to get rather angry at him.
"Look, fancy pants. It's not my job to tell you how to run your life, but at this rate, you're running it right into the ground. Hell, this is the first time I've seen you all week, and it's only because I came looking," he said, slightly exasperated. He released Roderich's hands and stood up, leaning on one hand which he had placed behind him on the top of the instrument. "You need to get out more. Do things! See things!" he said, a little kinder. He rolled his eyes. "I mean, when's the last time you went out on a date? Or got laid, for that matter?"
Roderich blushed darkly. "That is none of your concern!" he spat, looking up at him. "But if you must know, it's been a few months."
"No wonder you've got a stick up your ass all the time," the Prussian muttered. He then grinned. "Come on. I've got an idea," he said, reaching forward with the hand that had been on the piano and completely forgetting that it had been supporting him. He fell with a surprised yelp, and when he opened his eyes, he was looking up at Roderich. He'd fallen directly into the Austrian's lap, causing both of them to blush like mad. "Es tut mir lied (I'm sorry), Roderich…" he murmured in his native tongue, though he made no move to get up.
Roderich was stunned when Gilbert fell into his lap, but, looking down at him…he wasn't about to push him off, especially after he locked eyes with him. His scarlet iris' were positively stunning, there wasn't any arguing about that. Sure, they scared some people, but Roderich wasn't one of them. His eyes trailed over the rest of his face. He certainly was handsome…quite so, actually. He'd never noticed because they were friends, but he was starting to realize now just how attracted to Gilbert he actually was. "Nein…it's not a problem..." he said softly, looking down at him with a small smile on his lips.
Gilbert quirked an eyebrow at him. "Really?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper now. He sat up, but didn't make any move to get off of him. Instead, it simply brought their faces closer together. He'd always been attracted to Roderich. He wasn't about to deny that blatantly obvious fact. What he was going to deny was the fact that, as he sat there, his eyes flicked down to Roderich's lips more than once. Nope. He would carry that with him to his grave.
Roderich caught the glance and smiled the slightest bit. "Really…" he whispered. Then, on impulse, he leaned in and captured Gilbert's lips with his own, his fingers going into the man's hair on their own accord. And when their lips met…he felt fireworks.
Gilbert felt like he was walking on air when Roderich kissed him. God, how long he'd wanted to do this… He gladly kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his neck as he did.
Roderich pulled away a few moments later and smiled shyly at him. "So…what were you saying about going out on dates?" he asked.
Yay! I love PruAus to death, but I also love PruHun and AusHun, so it's a real problem, lol. Hope you guys liked it! Make sure to review and leave me suggestions for pairings in the comments! Thanks!