Unresolved Sexual Tension to the Max: Part seven

Held a Gunpoint

Blonde hair split over the pale cotton of the pillow like a crown, drawing a certain Austrian's eyes as he tried to recall exactly how he had gotten in this situation.

He had not been intoxicated or asleep during the party, because any honest aristocrat would never allow himself to be seen in such a dishonorable state; no, he had been entirely cognizant throughout the poor excuse for a party. Alfred needed to listen to Arthur more when planning their engagement party. Hopefully their reception, and the wedding itself for that matter, did not turn out quite so…uncivilized.

Really, Gilbert had been all over someone who he could not remember ever being at a single World Summit - probably some poor human he had grabbed off the street - acting as if he were trying to replace Peter as the youngest nation present. Antonio had been slightly better, restraining his attentions to Lovino alone regardless of the Italian's blunt comments against such treatment. Ludwig had taken Feliciano home soon after the announcement of engagement had been made, claiming Feliciano to be far too drunk to take himself home. The boy had not seemed quite drunk, but Ludwig probably had his reasons, which were none of his business nor did he want them to be.

By far, though, the worst had been Francis. He had stolen an outfit - from Arthur or Kiku he could not remember, though it looked familiar - and paraded around calling himself cupid. He had thrown random people together and forced them onto the dance floor. The best couple had to have been Toris and Felix, who had been so happy to be together they had left soon after, much to Ivan's dismay. Of course, Francis could not stand to see his 'cher ami, Roddy' being alone while Elizaveta chatted with Kiku. He had all but thrown Roderich onto the floor where he fell against…ah. So that was how they had gotten in this position.

Vash let out a quiet moan in his sleep, hands searching for the body they knew to be there. Roderich allowed himself to be pulled against the too familiar curves of the Swiss's body, reveling in the warmth it warmth. He felt himself relax automatically in his hold, blushing furiously when he realized exactly how much Vash had seen of him that night. No one had ever…he had never…he could not even think about what they had done. It was far too shameful. It had been worse than the Austrian Succession, this… he did not know what this was, but it most certainly was not a good thing. Or, at least, it would not be a good thing in the morning.

Vash tangled theit bodies together more intimately, lying his head against Roderich's chest. With a resigned sigh, Roderich wrapped his arms around Vash and allowed himself to savor the few moments of peace he was allotted. Surely, though, Vash would not be too angry in the morning.

~UST~UST~UST~UST~UST~

Roderich woke not to the warmth of the man he had fallen asleep beside, but the cold muzzle of a shotgun pressed to his face. Well, he could not say that he had not been expecting this. He could have been allowed to dress first, at the very least.

"Explain yourself. Now."

Ah, perfect temperament for someone who had confessed to a rather deep infatuation the night before. Though perhaps he had read the situation wrong. They were rather lost in the moment when they had spoken - through soft pants in each other's ear and teasing nips on any bit of flesh within reach. Perhaps he regretted their night together. The way he should, had, regretted it, but seeing Vash's eyes flash in fury and a glimpse of something he remembered from when they were much younger changed his opinion entirely. He had not seen that flicker of silent adoration cross the Swiss' features in centuries. At least, not directed at him. He showed a different kind to Lily, but this… Roderich knew he would never regret causing Vash to feel such a thing for him as long as he lived. As shameful as it had been to achieve it.

"Do I really need to explain this? You surely are not unfamiliar with the situation." He turned his head slightly from the gun so it no longer pressed against his cheek. "I doubt any one of us is not accustomed to waking up with someone they do not remember falling asleep with. Though I'm sure you remember clearly what happened, neither of us were intoxicated."

Roderich watched the emotions flit across Vash's features silently, waiting for the right time to make his move. It was obvious Vash was in some state of shock at finding another man in his bed. He had been speaking generally and knew that Vash's neutrality - or perhaps it was the guns - and Lily's residence at his house had long kept him from what he was going through now. It had most certainly been a while since he had experienced anything like last night if the bruises he could already feel spouting on his body were any indication. Though he really could not complain at the feeling of sated bliss after they had finally finished.

By the time confusion reached Vash's eyes for the third time Reoderich had had enough waiting and took advantage of his inattention. He sat up and reached out, grabbing the gun and using it to pull Vash down for a slow kiss. He felt Vash stiffen for a moment and was glad he still held on to the barrel of the gun, but he quickly relaxed against the Austrian. Roderich pulled back carefully, waiting for the cold metal of the gun to press against his cheek again. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see his imminent death coming.

But, Vash yet again surprised him. There was a loud bang, presumably the gun being thrown against a piece of furniture - thank God the safety was on - and suddenly he was pushed back against the pillows by the warmth of a body.

Ah, yes. He regretted nothing, so long as it allowed him to keep Vash near him.

"Brother, would you and Mr. Roderich like waffles for breakfast or would you rather sleep late?"

Lily's quiet voice came from the doorway, probably alerted by the gun hitting what Roderich now saw was the dresser. She did not seem at all surprised by seeing her brother in bed with Roderich. In fact, she looked as if she had been waiting for something like this to happen for quite some time. He really would have to monitor her visits with Elizaveta for now on.

"I believe we shall be waiting for lunch, Lily. Thank you for the offer though." Roderich answered calmly while Vash was busy floundering around for something to say to his innocent, at least they thought she was innocent, sister.

"I'll go out and get the ingredients for fondue and torte then. Ms. Elizaveta would also like me to tell you that she let me spend the night with her and is willing to keep me as long as you like. She asked for the proper payment too, Brother. She said Mr. Roderich would know what she meant." She turned to leave, clicking the lock in place as she did so. "Oh, and I'm very glad you and Brother patched things up. Now we can have lunch together all the time." She smiled sweetly and left, closing the door behind her.

The awkward silence was only broken when Vash asked, blushing furiously and causing Roderich's headache to lessen just slightly. "What did she mean by 'proper payment.'"

Perhaps he could hide here until Elizaveta came to kill him, or Antonio finally managed to get Lovino to say yes to a date and distracted her, as he would surely die before he gave up a single picture to the woman. Vash did have plenty of guns though…

Oh my goodness, is this an update? Yup it is! I know it's been way too long since I updated this and I actually was working on a SuFin chapter but my inspiration flew out the window somehow. Along with my inspiration for everything it seems. But, after seeing Tangled (which is way cute and definitely worth a few bucks to see in theaters), I could actually write something worht reading! Though I don't particularly like the ending... Either way! Seriously, if anyone saw Tangled and didn't think about Hungary the entire time...I just don't know. So many frying pans! XD

Umm...And as for the really kinda awkward, at least to me, way this is written...I wanted to write it the way Austria talks in my head canon since I don't really write much with him. To me, he seems the kind of guy to use proper English with no wouldn't/couldn't/shouldn't type words. But that's just the way I see him. Apparently I also see him as a strangely sentimental person. *shrugs* I like him like that though, it's cuter.

I'm also gonna shamelessly promote my deviantart, I think the link is in my profile. I just posted a bunch of pics of my (fail) fem!Romano cosplay. There's even a comic with me killing a few of my ridiculous amount of plushies! Including France :D So yeah... Long author's note is long?