So since I have posted this story, I have been updating either once or twice a day, I'm sorry that this one is a day or two late as my love and I spent the night figuring out how much of a derpy couple USUK is. Anyways, here, have another chapter of beautiful feels to make up for my slowness. I don't own Hetalia. [Oh, and if anyone would be a dear and draw me a new cover photo for this out of love it would be truly amazing, whatever you see this story as and what you see for it's meaning(: ]
Roderich stood in the middle of all of his gracious guests, all prestigious civil class beings from the fair grounds of Europe and Asia's finest. The aristocrat's ballroom was lit with elegant candelabras that cast a soothing shade of yellow over all his patrons. The bold red curtains were emphasised by the stark contrast all the beige coloured furniture, crisp white table clothes had been specially arranged for tonight's masquerade. Brash hints of purple and white were scattered in the decor, it matched the musician's suit perfectly. The party was beautifully organized, the months that had been used putting careful thought into this one week of joy and celebration, it was 1707, they were all rejoicing the success each had in a piece of the New World. It was a time of peace among the nations, Arthur and Antonio were taking a break from fighting in the new nations land. Arthur felt on top of the world, his empire was growing so he felt that his Spanish rival was of not much importance and Antonio had plans made from years of watching and planning prepared to take the Englishman down, they spat was stiffly pushed aside as they joked with the other. Gilbert and Berwald cheered over their recent treaty of military, well more so Gilbert than the Swede who was stoic as always and just as terrifyingly misinterpreted in his elaborate mask. Elizabeta spoke with the women allowed to appear only with a man's approval, she had become independent just recently and was proudfully boasting to the women whose words were hushed. Yao was feeling more pure than he had in a long time, having the Mongols removed from China was a great relief to one who was so in touch with true tradition. Everyone was in a good mood all at the same time, the masks each wore shown from where they came and the pirde they felt towards their home. Everything was perfect.
Gilbert glanced towards the Austrian standing in the center of the room conversing with the English pirate turned gentleman for the occasion, thoughts crept into his mind, sure this extravaganza was amazing and beautiful, but Gilbert know that the man who had orchestrated the evening was even more so. Berwald had noticed the countless glances the white haired man had made towards the elegant musician and held enough knowledge of the situation to step back and shoulder his new ally in the direction of his longings. Gilbert flushed, the arrogant man had thought himself being of the most discreet, obviously this was wrong.
"Go talk to him, others I can see," The Swede was known for his few words, and the fact that he said anything to Gilbert about the man across the room was an instruction to follow.
"Keseses, why do I need to go-" Gilbert caught sight of Berwald's eyes, they told Gilbert all he needed to know as he abandoned the Prussian in an opposite direction. George Frideric Handel's 'Sarabande' filled every inch of the room as people danced in known steps of dance, Gilbert pushed his way through the throng of gentle pulsing bodies that were all in sync with the other. Each step closer to his target the more inclosed the bodies surrounding him became. The music heightened to a sharp climax, the albino was so close to the polished face he longed to hold. A shove from behind pushed Gilbert forward in an awkward stumble, he was upon Roderich now. The song ended. Roderich made faux excuses to be pardoned but Gilbert only grabbed his hand to keep him in place as the composer's next song began. 'The Cuckoo and the Nightingale,' A cheerier masterpiece changed the direction of dance within the people. Gilbert grasped Roderich tightly by the waist and began to join all others in the synchronized dancing.
"Lovely seeing you here Roderich," Gilbert teased playfully.
"Well of course I am here, this is my masquerade after all Dummkopf,. Now stop this madness and release me before you make a fool of the both of us," Roderich whispered in a warning tone.
"Ja? What is it that you would intend on doing to me as to get my awesome self to stop?" Gilbert smiled back at the flustered man.
"I will have you swiftly removed from my manor and punished," Gilbert took note that aside from all of his dance partner's complaining and threats, he made no physical attempt to break the stride they had fallen into, in fact Roderich had taken a more skilled lead in the dance to replace all of Gilbert's clumsy mis-steps. Gilbert leaned in closely to his lover's ear.
"Your mouth spouts words of distaste, your elegant movements speak of other tails to me," He purred softly then nipped down slightly on Roderich's lobe, he felt the other man shudder beneath his touch and this only excited him. Maybe this one time it wouldn't be a mishap for them to interchange one another's physics. The thought of his deepest fantasies and dreams coming true held fast to Gilbert's heart.
"True as that may seem to be in your own imagination," Roderich tried to pull away, Gilbert only brought him closer, "It is nothing, but that of fantasies."
"Roderich, inform me on why I would only dream of this if it were truly happening at this very moment? I cannot seem to grasp the meaning in which you try to fool me."
"I cannot fool a fool, that is all your own doing Gilbert, now unhand me, you should've been made court jester to a highly admired king than be the king himself," Roderich shook his head attempting for escape once again, but his partner held tight.
"Roderich, you would rather lie to yourself and I only to be held on the right scale and deny our love?"
"Yes, now I will say this only one more time, unhand me," He said without a second's thought. Gilbert's grip went limp as the words floated towards his ears, as his inner being began to comprehend the harsh saying that had been spoken to him by the one he treasured most. Roderich thought that he had finally gotten the other to understand that nothing between the two could happen, it was forbidden and taboo, only to be proved wrong when Gilbert's eyes flashed and determined red, bright embers of passionate flames. His chin was caught, lips crushing together in a harmonious moment, Roderich began to melt into the man before him, the foolish, arrogant being he wished to break free with.
"Ahem," A person's throat was cleared behind them, Roderich spun around on his heels to be meet by Elizabeta's cool mint eyes. His blood ran from the beatings of his heart straight to the roots of his hairline. This was not supposed to happen, it was a horrid action to conspire in. The aristocrat pulled at his sanity to bring a proper man forward, to shoo off the wrench before him who made his being fill with guilt. The woman with long brown curls merely blinked at him before walking past him. His eyes followed her form to find that Gilbert had escaped. Gilbert watched the confusion form on the man's face from behind a pillar closest to the entrance. The doors stood open waiting for him to complete his departure. The Prussian watched as Roderich began walking around, head swerving from left to right, not paying attention to the people that tried to begin a discussion. A glimpse of white hair flowed out of the corner of Roderich's eye. The figure darted out the large French doors and into the everlasting night. A stolen kiss. A forbidden move. The man was mad no doubt. Or perhaps his words wrung true.
Gilbert woke with a start, "What the fuck?" His shirt soaked with sweat and heart pounding rapidly in his ribs. The dream was too realistic, he thought, how could it have only been a dream? Gilbert ran a shaky hand through his silver hair, he was at a loss for words, his mind could not make a single comprehensible thought form. Slowly, minutes passed by like that of melting snow on a spring day, memories were being pieced together, voices becoming one knowledgeable noise. The place, the movements, that song. He was remembering it all, something his heart had forced out of his being and into the forefront of his brain. 'Fuck,' He covered his face with both hands and bit down on his lower lip, 'How the fuck did I forget that?' Gilbert released all of his tension and slumped back down onto the couch bed, staring up at the ceiling Gilbert tried to make the answers form from thin air, as though the popcorn ceiling held secret messages within each aggravating crevice. Memories from the party hit like a truck bent on leaving the man as roadkill, the sights, the smell, the taste of the wine Francis had brought as a gift, Roderich's soft lips and the intense closeness of their bodies. It all appeared clear as if it had only happened last night, and the thoughts hurt. 'Roderich had- he-' "Argh! Fucking Arschloch must have remembered all along! He fucking knew! I'll show him!" Gilbert jumped out of his seat and ran to where his few things were, viciously packing whatever was in front of him, clothes, toiletries, one of Ludwig's books that had gotten in the way as well as others of his brother's possessions, even Gilbird was haphazardly tossed into the growing mass in his suitcase.
"Gilbert, what the hell are you doing?" Ludwig commanded as he clomped down the stairs after throwing the basement door open, his older brother was creating an unbelievable amount of racket and what was worse was that Ludwig would wake up this early on purpose for some peace before Gilbert would raise from his slumbering.
"Bruder, get the car ready," Gilbert zipped the bag as Gilbird burst free and pecked at his owner's head fiercely.
"Entschuldigen Sie mich? What are you doing? Why are you packing?"
"I'm going to beat his sorry ass for what he did to me bruder, fucking teach him!" Gilbert hollered, "Now get the fucking car already!" Ludwig complied to his brother's demands only because he was too confused and worried for his brother's sake. After Ludwig brought the car around out front, he was met by the albino throwing all of his belongings into the trunk of the vehicle and crashing through the passenger door into his seat.
"Gilbert," Ludwig said patiently.
"What?!" Gilbert's eyes raged with a deadly fire.
"Where am I driving to?" Ludwig winced at his brother's tone, but was not going to allow both of them to fall into a rotten mess.
"That fucking pussy's house, now hurry!"
Author's Notes: Oh lordy Gilbert calm yo tits, this begun as a beautiful moment and somehow listening to classical music made me create this terrifying mess of rage and revenge, I don't understand guys, I just don't. My muse, I hope she does not disown me, she is my Austria as I am her Prussia and and guys she's going to murder me, send help! I intended on cute fluff and now Gilbert's marching to the sea setting afire to all innocents. Well I will have to clean this up pretty quickly. Please review, I love your kind words and even if I made a mistake, just tell me(: Until next time~