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Gilbert let out a small groan as he felt himself wake up. He didn't open his eyes immediately, he was too warm and comfy, he wanted to stay asleep, he was wrapped in the softest duvet he'd ever felt and the bed itself felt like a cloud. He pulled Romano closer to him, nuzzling into him and letting out a soft hum.

Wait.

Romano?

His eyes burst open at the realisation, and sure enough the dark haired man was lying beside him sound asleep, hugging Gil's arm tightly.

'Oh my god' Gilbert mouthed, intent on not waking the smaller man, his brow furrowing in horror.

Had they slept together?

He remembered getting drunk, sharing lingering looks as they played their games, their drunkenness hindering their ability to play to the point where they stopped trying and decided to watch a film instead.

He remembered Lovino resting his head on his shoulder.

But nothing after that.

He slowly pulled the cover off himself, easing his arm out of Romano's tight grip, he frowned, finding himself in only his boxers. Surely if they'd had sex he'd be naked?

This was not how he'd wanted it to happen, if they were to have sex he'd want to at least remember it, and he didn't know if they'd used lube or a condom, though he doubted Romano had anything he didn't want to risk anything, infections could be disastrous, especially to someone like himself.

He cupped his mouth with his hand as he looked Romano up and down, shaking his head as he lifted himself out of the bed, "Oh god…" he whispered.

He let out a small huff and shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he thought to himself: What had happened had happened, he couldn't turn back the clock and change anything.

He'd talk to Romano when he woke up, but for now he wanted to let him sleep.

Gilbert always got up early, earlier than his brother, earlier than anyone he knew really.

He picked his clothes off the floor and re-dressed himself. He had brought a new set but Ludwig had taken their bag into Feliciano's room, he didn't plan on going in there with only his boxers on, and he didn't want to wake them this early.

Slowly he began to make his way to the kitchen, struggling to remember where everything was due to the small hangover-pang in his head.

He smiled as he found it and began to make himself some coffee, opening nearly all the cupboards and draws in order to find everything.

He leant against the kitchen counter and closed his eyes as the coffee machine whirred away.

Last night had been so nice…

He'd never felt so happy to be close to someone.

It'd been perfect.

He glanced up towards Romano's room.

He hoped things wouldn't change after last night, he hoped they could move past this and still stay friends, he knew Romano wasn't ready for a relationship, he had a lot of stuff to work out internally and as much as Gil wanted to help him jumping into a relationship wouldn't be a good idea.

The coffee was great, one of the advantages of having enough money to buy a proper machine. Gilbert took his cup, sipping sporadically and savouring every mouthful, and he walked into the livingroom, content to watch TV until the rest of the house woke up.

Gilbert began to grow restless as it neared 8 oclock. His old clothes felt grungy and he was getting hungry, he wasn't comfortable enough to make food for himself.

He got to his feet and went back upstairs, detouring to put his long empty coffee cup in the sink.

He chewed his lip as he reached Romano's room, knocking before opening the door before entering, marvelling for a moment at how lovely and clean it was, they must hire a cleaner or something.

"Lovino," he cooed, walking up to him and giving him a small nudge, "It's getting late you should wake up."

The older man moaned angrily, his face instantly turning to a frown, "Fuck off asshole I'm sleeping," he grumbled.

"We have to leave in two hours Lovi," Gilbert said, trying to sound firm even though he couldn't stop smiling at how cute Romano was when he was sleepy.

Romano groaned and squirmed, turning to look at him, pulling the covers up so he was fully covered.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, picking the sleep out of his eyes, he smiled briefly, "Do you even remember? We got so drunk."

Gilbert blushed, "Uh… I don't remember anything after putting on the film, I don't even remember what film it was."

Romano chuckled softly and shook his head, "You're such an idiot."

"What actually happened?" Gilbert cut in, his voice a little louder than he meant it to be.

The man frowned softly, "Well… We decided the sofa was too uncomfortable for you to sleep on and we decided to sleep in my bed."

"And that was it?"

Romano frowned and nodded, "Yeah?"

"Oh…" Gilbert felt his face fall a little, "Good."

Lovino frowned, looking Gilbert up and down, "What's that meant to mean?"

Gilbert shook his head, "Nothing, nothing. Just I uh," he smiled widely, "I get a bit weird when I'm drunk sometimes, I wanted to make sure I didn't try to do anything dumb."

"Oh," Romano bit his lip, "Ok… Uh," he looked around, "I need to get changed, if you wouldn't mind."

Gilbert blushed and nodded, taking a step back, "Yeah, ok… I'll go and wake the kids and then get changed myself."

He backed out of the room, sighing to himself in relief, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, holding his hand to his face, covering his eyes.

It shouldn't feel this bad. He didn't want to have slept with Lovino, but being told they hadn't done anything… He didn't know what he felt, there was a strange pit in his stomach now that wasn't there before. Or maybe he was hungry? He hoped it was just that.

He let out a huff and began the short walk to Feliciano's room, knocking loudly on the door before opening it, recoiling slightly at what he feared he might see.

He couldn't help smiling at the cute scene infront of him; Ludwig and Feliciano laying together in the bed, Feliciano hugging Ludwig's side, nuzzling into him, Ludwig's head turned nuzzling back, the cover strewn over them.

"You two..?" Gilbert said quietly, "You have to get up, and I need my change of clothes."

Ludwig looked up at him sleepily, smiling to himself and pulling the cover further onto himself, his arm squeezing Feliciano softly. "The bag's just down there," he said quietly.

"I'll take what I need and go," Gilbert smiled, "I don't want to interrupt you two too much, but you do need to get up."

He unzipped the sports bag and pulled out some clean clothes, giving Lud and Feli a small nod before leaving. He made his way to the bathroom and pulled off his old clothes, giving himself a quick wash before changing.

By the time he left and went downstairs the entire house was up, Feliciano and Ludwig had migrated down to the livingroom and Romano was in the kitchen making their breakfast.

Gilbert found himself standing in the doorway again, smiling weakly as he watched the Italian man cook.

Romano looked round at him, "What are you looking at?" he asked, a hand on his hip.

"Nothing, I'm just watching you cook."

"Why..?"

Gilbert shrugged, "I don't know, I like watching you cook," he cocked his head a little, "It's kind of calming." He smiled, "You're very clean when you cook."

Romano blushed a little, glancing away, "Well," he chuckled a little, shaking his head, "I'm not usually, it's just because you're here."

"Are you trying to impress me?" Gilbert asked, taking a few steps into the room.

"What? No!"

"Well if you are, it's working."

Romano frowned at him, he shook his head and sighed, "Gilbert..."

He swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment, thinking of what to say. He wanted to say how lovely the previous night had been, how sleeping next to him had been the best night's sleep he'd ever had.

"You're my best friend, Gilbert," he ended up saying, immediately feeling his stomach clench; that must have sounded so stupid…

Gilbert smiled at him weakly, an almost sad look on his face. "Yeah? Good," he said, his smile widening after a moment, "That's what I want. You're my best friend too."

The German let out a small chuckle, shifting on his feet, "Last night was awkward wasn't it?"

Romano nodded quickly, his eyes widening a little. "Yeah… I don't want us to be awkward. I didn't really want you to sleep in my bed last night but I couldn't say no and it just happened."

"We were both drunk," Gilbert said firmly, "It's ok, accidents happen Lovi."

Romano bit his lip and nodded, clearing his throat before turning back to the eggs he was making, "Ok… We'll just act like it never happened then."

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