Author's note: Hey, I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in like, weeks. But I just started highschool and I have three advanced classes, not counting Chinese, (Which I am failing epicly at). So anyways, you get kisses for waiting so long~ Enjoy~~~
Chapter 8
The car ride home from the hospital was short, Gilbert lay his head on Patrick's shoulder most of the time, tired after everything that had happened. They drove past all the light up buildings and back home. James helped Patrick get Gilbert upstairs and in Patrick's room, where they had decided to let him sleep. Gilbert slowly lay down on Patrick's soft bed and closed his eyes.
Patrick watched his friend and felt a sudden urge to cry, his friend was alive, fine, wonderful, great, amazing, sexy-… Patrick stopped brainstorming words. He noticed Gilbert's red eyes were watching him, Patrick blushed a bit and looked away, noticing he was crying.
"Are you alright?" Gilbert asked, Patrick nodded, more tears falling down his face.
"I-I just t-thought t-that you were g-going to d-d-die." He sobbed, hanging his head and closing his eyes, unable to stop the flowing tears. Gilbert looked sadly at his friend before reaching for the boys wrist and pulling him onto the bed with him. Patrick wrapped his arms around the boy, sobbing into his shoulder. Gilbert ran his fingers through Patrick's hair, remembering a dream he had about the boy.
"I had a dream about you." Gilbert whispered into the boys ear.
"Y-Yeah?" He said, trying to stop the sobbing.
"Yep, I dreamed that er.." He blushed and mumbled the next part, "That we were kissing." Patrick stopped crying and looked up at him with bright green eyes before blushing as well.
"O-Oh… Dreams are weird aren't they?" Patrick said, Gilbert nodded. Patrick slowly stood up and walked to the door.
"I'll go get us something to eat, it's almost dinner time." Patrick said, the blush refusing to leave his face. The Prussian nodded and leaned back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. The dream popped back into his head, remembering it had been a bit more than kissing
The Prussian's lips pressed up against the red-heads own, Gilbert gleefully noted how soft the boys lips were. Gilbert pushed him on the bed, crawling on top of him and pinning the boys hands above his head. "G-Gilbert, t-take m-me n-now." Patrick panted, Gilbert grinned and—He woke up to see a red-head resting near him, in a hospital.
Gilbert blushed furiously at the thought of the memory, the words Take me rung in his head. He had loved how they sounded on the boys soft delicate lips.
Patrick re-entered a moment later with sandwiches on a plate. He sat down on the edge of the bed and handed Gilbert the plate and a cup of lemonade.
"Thanks." Gilbert said, gladly accepting the food. He took a bite out of it and smiled, Patrick was quite the cook. The pictures ran through Gilbert's head, of Patrick pinned to a bed, his shirt unbuttoned, panting. Gilbert wished the images would leave his head, only because of how much he wanted that dream to become a reality. Gilbert had to force the images out of his head.
Patrick took a few of the mini sandwiches himself, plopping them into his mouth. Patrick's eyes wandered over to the eating Prussian, looking at his marvelous crimson eyes. They looked like he was in another world, peaceful. Patrick felt ease for the first time in days. Gilbert's eyes came back into focus and he looked at Patrick, both boys were thinking about the other.
"So… I was really out for a week huh?" Gilbert asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Y-Yeah, almost exactly. A few seconds more than a week."
"You counted?" Patrick blushed but nodded.
"I-I was worried." Patrick blushed, looking down at his hands. 'Mein Gott, he's amazing!' Gilbert thought, blushing. The desire to kiss Patrick was actually hurting Gilbert's heart. He actually winced and put both of his hands over his chest in pain. 'He'll never like me, never love me like I love him!' Tears started to fall down the Prussian's face.
"G-Gilbert!" Patrick exclaimed, quickly standing up and sitting on the bed, carefully pulling Gilbert closer to him. "Gilbert, are you alright?!" The Prussian just sobbed in reply, his heart hurting. Patrick quickly scooted closer to him, wrapping his arms around the sobbing boy. He put his forehead up against the Prussian's, looking into his wet red eyes. Tears were still spilling over onto the sheets, Gilbert's hands balled into fists in the soft covers.
Patrick was looking at the Prussian with fear in his eyes, what the hell was wrong with him?! Gilbert looked him in the eyes, "G-Go, p-please, j-just go." He sobbed, Patrick looked at him in shock and tried to move closer.
"Gilber-"
"Just go!" He shouted, sobs still escaping his lips. Patrick still tried to move closer, Gilbert put his hands on Patrick's chest and shoved him away. Patrick stood up and look down at his friend with hurt in his eyes.
"O-Okay." The boy said softly, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Gilbert sat there and sobbed, the moon now shining through the window. 'H-He doesn't love me, its good he's gone.' Gilbert tried to convince himself of the fact.
Patrick slowly and quietly walked down the stairs and out the front door where James was smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, little brother. What's up? Is Gillie asleep?" The cheery voice asked, Patrick sighed.
"He just, uh… Yeah, I didn't want to wake him up. I'm going for a walk." Patrick was already halfway down the steps when he finished his sentence, his head bowed. James watched his brothers small frame wander off down the sidewalk. He walked down the streets calmly, gently kicking a stone, tears dripping out of his eyes. He remained completely silent, he was used to being quiet while he cried, so no one would have to worry about him.
In a sudden fit of rage he kicked the stone as hard as humanly possible, it went soaring through the cold nights air and fell somewhere far off in the distance. Patrick took a big breath, looking at his warm breath visible in front of him. Patrick finally arrived at the old abandoned park, he walked over to the old swing set and sat at the one swing that didn't creak when he sat on it. He sat there in the cold, wrapping his arms around himself, mentally cursing himself for not grabbing a jacket. He closed his eyes and leaned up against the old right chain of the swing. He felt a sudden wet drop on his nose and opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
"Snow!" He said happily, catching one of the small flurries on his tongue.
~Gillie~
Gilbert continued to sob and hold his chest, Gott, why did he have to fall for the beautiful boy?! The door slowly creaked open and he looked up, expecting to see Patrick. He was surprised to see James walk in.
"Whatever the hell you did to my younger brother, you'd better go fix it or else he'll be sulking at the playground. And it's started to snow so he'll probably get hyperthermia as well." James said, leaning up against the door frame.
"Why the park?" Gilbert asked, trying to change the subject.
"He can be alone there- don't change the subject! What the hell did you do? Do you have any idea how worried he was about you? He SLEPT at the hospital for a week, right next to YOU. I suppose he didn't bother telling you they thought you weren't going to WAKE UP?! He SOBBED for a week and then you get god damn ANGRY at him?! After everything he's DONE for you!" James finished his rant, Gilbert stared at him, hardly believing what he was hearing. They thought he wouldn't wake up?
He slowly wiped his eyes and stood up, grabbing one of Patrick's coats.
"Where is the park?" Gilbert asked, skipping down the stairs, the jacket thrown over his shoulder.
"Right, right, left, strait, and right." Came the Scottish voice from the top of the stairs. Gilbert yelled thanks before running out into the night. He looked up at the snowflakes falling from the cloudy sky and smiled slightly, it reminded him of his old home back years ago before he had moved to America. His body forced him to move slowly, walking along the old cracked sidewalk.
He finally arrived at the old park, looking around to see the little figure of the boy sitting on a swing. He looked half frozen to death, his eyes were barely open and the green was duller than usual, he was shivering violently, yet at the same time he seemed to enjoy the serenity and quietness of the night. Gilbert walked over to him and wrapped the coat around him, Patrick looked up at him in surprise.
"G-Gilbert! Y-You shouldn't b-be o-out here. Y-You still n-need to r-rest!" He said, shivering violently. Gilbert looked down at the boy sadly, half frozen the boy was still worried about HIS health. Gilbert pulled the Irish boy out of the seat and into a warm, tight embrace. Patrick melted into the hug, absorbing the warmth of the taller boy. Gilbert rubbed the shivering boys arms trying to warm him up.
Gilbert twirled them around so he sat in the swing seat, Patrick landed on his lap still trying to warm himself up. Patrick wrapped his legs around Gilbert's waist, laying his head on Gilbert's shoulder and draping his arms over the Prussian's shoulders.
Patrick pulled away slightly to be able to look the Prussian in the eyes, Gilbert gathered up all of his awesome courage and leaned forward, pressing his lips up against the cold Irishman's ones. Patrick's eyes widened in surprise before sliding shut and melting into the kiss. Gilbert was overwhelmed with joy when Patrick didn't pull away from the kiss, rather welcome it. Patrick tightened his legs around Gilbert's waist, pulling him closer. Gilbert's tongue lightly pressed against Patrick's lower lip, Patrick opened his mouth to accept the boys tongue. Patrick's mouth was quickly taken over by Gilbert's tongue.
The boys broke apart a moment later, both gasping for air. Gilbert blushed and kissed Patrick's nose lightly, Patrick smiled and looked up at the sky.
"I love snow, how about you?" He asked, smiling softly.
"Da, I love it as well." Gilbert agreed, turning his attention to the sky also. Patrick slowly stood up and smiled, offering a hand to help Gilbert to his feet.
"We should get back, it's late." Patrick said happily, snuggling under Gilbert's arm and beginning to walk back. Gilbert smiled down at the boy.
They finally made their way back home, James smiled at the two of them when they walked in. They returned back t Patrick's room, Gilbert lay on the bed and pulled Patrick down with him, Gilbert's lips on Patrick's instantly. Patrick blushed but moved closer to him, letting Gilbert pin him to the bed. James walked in at that exact moment.
"Still fighting ar-" He realized that they weren't trying to rip each other's throats out, rather Gilbert was on top of Patrick, holding the boys hands above his head. He stared, unmoving. Gilbert looked up from kissing Patrick. A smile broke out on his face as he turned around and closed the door. They heard him call out from the other side of the door, "There are condoms in the bathroom, use them!~" Gilbert blushed furiously and rolled off of Patrick who was also blushing madly.
"Erm, sorry about him…" Patrick apologized, Gilbert laughed and crawled closer to Patrick, laying his head on the boys chest.
"Night, l-love you." Gilbert muttered, falling asleep quickly. Patrick smiled happily at his words.
"Love you too." He said, running his hands through the silky white hair.
"You do?" He asked, his eyes closed.
"Yep."
"That's good, I thought you didn't." And with that, the Prussian fell asleep. Patrick smiled and snuggled closer to him, falling into a slumber as well
