I didn't mean for this update to be this late :I I really didn't. It just happened that way because I had to work on a movie script and a lot of homework. So if you guys can forgive me *bows* I will begin working on the next chapter.


World Meeting

Roderich got up early so he could make a quick breakfast before the World Meeting. The World Meeting was being hosted by Ludwig this time so he didn't have to travel very far.


Gilbert was already planning on going to see Roderich but he was stopped by his bruder. "East." When he was called by that name, he had to listen because if he didn't there was always a scolding afterward. "Today is the World Meeting."

Scheiße.

"You don't have to tell me you forgot. I already know that." Ludwig finished crossing his arms. Gilbert smirked at him only making his eyes narrow. "You are not allowed in the meeting."

Gilbert's smirk fell off his lips forming a glare, "Why not?"

"You'll only cause a scene."

"I want to go!"

"Gilb…"

"Dammit West I may not be my own country but I still should be able to come to the meetings if I want!" he growled just really wanting to see Roderich but like he was really going to tell him that.

Ludwig sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. Why do I bend to him? "Fine…" Gilbert instantly brightened beginning to walk by but was caught by the arm. "Do not, make a scene." he demanded.

"You worry too much West."


Roderich got out of his car and began making his way inside the building. The meeting was taking place at the top floor like it always did. He got to the elevator surprised he didn't meet another nation on the way. He was only about a half hour early. Just as he was about to enter the elevator, strong arms made themselves around his waist pulling him back into a chest, "Hey Roddy!" Gilbert smirked holding him tightly as the elevator doors closed.

Roderich finally regained his bearings and glared, "Gilbert, let me go right now."

"Come on aristocrat let's skip the meeting for once."

"Unlike you, I have to actually attend." Roderich growled a bit pulling at his arms having no luck whatsoever at getting free.

"Fine then, let's go to the meeting." Gilbert smirked wider lifting Roderich just barely off the floor and into the now open elevator while ignoring the glare from a mother leading her child quickly away.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt!" he fought blushing a dark red from embarrassment and some other reason he dared not think about right now. Once the doors were closed he felt the hold loosen and pushed away to glare at the Prussian. "Why are you even here?"

"West let me come today." he snickered crossing his arms staring at the Austrian.

His stare made him feel uncomfortable so he crossed his arms and looked away. 'Is he an enemy, friend, or something else?' He froze at the sound of Elizaveta's question running through his mind again. Roderich stole a glance in the reflection of the elevator at the albino. He jumped seeing that Gilbert had moved behind him. Red eyes of glee met flustered violet ones in the reflection just as the elevator opened. He dashed out of the elevator before Gilbert could make another grab for him. Why does it have to be him?

Gilbert let him run off still amazed at how much his body reminded him of a girl. Suddenly the image of Roderich in the maids outfit came back to him and he smiled. Definitely a girl body.

Roderich made it to the room expecting to get away from the Prussian already forgetting that he had gotten permission to be there. He scanned the room seeing only a few countries present but knew they would start filing in soon. It must have been a few moments of silence before a frying pan landed near the door. He sighed as Gilbert came running in and sat down hiding next to Roderich. "What are you doing?"

"Hiding specs now be quiet!"

Elizaveta picked up her frying pan ready to throw it again but saw Roderich. She brightened seeing that Gilbert and gone over there and took a seat farther down so she didn't disturb their bonding time. I know he's down there but… She giggled as she sat down making Gilbert paranoid and move back up on his seat.

The other countries slowly began filing in and Elizaveta took out her camera just in case. "Bloody frog!" Gilbert smirked as a blushing furious Brit walked into the room.

"Mon amour you get embarrassed so easily." teased Francis following behind with his usual accomplished smirk.

The room continued to get louder as it neared the time for the meeting. Bloody hell, where is that git? Arthur looked to the door and at his watch wondering if he was even going to show up.

Right when Ludwig stood up to begin the meeting the loud mouthed American slammed open the door. "The Hero is here! You may now begin!"

"Alfred you shouldn't yell da?" Ivan demanded appearing behind him. Alfred flipped him off heading to his seat only getting a bigger grin from Ivan.

Francis knew that Alfred was limping. He's seen enough people try to hide the fact of the night before activities but you can't hide it completely no matter how hard you try. Little Alfred finally released the sexual tension.

"What are you so damn happy about wanker?" snapped Arthur seeing his smirk.

"Rien mon cher~." he pecked his cheek silencing him as the meeting began.

Ludwig was keeping an eye on Gilbert surprised he was behaving like he was told. Well of course he would try to pass notes to Francis and Antonio. Every time he stopped him making him pout and try to lean on Roderich getting a remark and a slight shove.

It was only a few minutes before lunch break and Roderich could tell that Gilbert was beyond bored. He began sensing that the albino was moving close, even if it was just centimeters at a time, he was moving closer. Roderich shot a quick glare at Gilbert seeing his smirk making him uneasy. Turning his attention back to the American he hoped that Gilbert wasn't planning anything. A hand brushed against his causing him to jerk his own away. When he looked over to scold him his expression threw him off, he looked hurt, again.

"Break time!" Alfred exclaimed in mid-sentence. He grabbed Ivan's scarf helping him out of the room quickly because he was starving. The rest of the countries fallowed suit but Roderich couldn't help but stay behind wondering what he did wrong.

Elizaveta wandered over to Roderich kind of depressed that nothing between them has happened yet. "Roderich, why aren't you leaving? You usually go and make yourself some tea." she said sounding a little concerned wondering if something happened to make them no longer have those feelings.

"I don't feel like tea…"

"Is something the matter?"

"I don't know." Roderich admitted remembering the way Gilbert had looked, like he was in pain but it only lasted a few seconds. "I think Gilbert might be sick.

"Sick? You think Gilbert, is sick?" Elizaveta asked shocked at just how oblivious he is. "Well let me tell you this, he is not sick Roderich Edelstein. Why do you have to be so hard headed?" She would've continued her rant about his stubbornness if she didn't notice his quick glance behind her. When she turned around her smile grew, "I'll leave you guys alone then." Elizaveta patted his shoulder before leaving the room actually giving Gilbert an encouraging smile.

Gilbert shivered at that smile knowing that she had to have something planned if her frying pan wasn't being thrown. He turned back to Roderich smirking, "Hey specs! Why were you so grumpy through the meeting? Oh wait that's because you still have a stick up your ass."

Roderich sighed wondering why he even cared that he looked hurt because he should've known that it was just going to turn out with more name calling and teasing. "Gilbert, can you please just leave me alone."

"Nein."

"Why not?" he exasperated looking over at him seeing that mixture of happiness and hurt again. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Gilbert asked quickly crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

"You looked hurt earlier when I snatched my hand away and you're getting that look again." Roderich explained wanting to know the answer.

Gilbert blinked looking at the Austrian. So he does notice these things. If someone notices then what does that mean? "I don't know what you're talking about Roddy! You know the Awesome me doesn't ever get hurt!" he boasted smirking at the other man.

Roderich sighed looking down at the table thinking of how he can get the albino to tell him the truth because obviously there was something bothering him. As he was thinking Gilbert came back beside him and was looking at him. I obviously care for him if I don't want to see him hurt but what caused the hurt? It couldn't have been me he knows that I don't like him to randomly touch me. It isn't like I like it… He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to calm down his thoughts.

The Prussian smiled at his reaction and began to think of how he could steal another kiss from him. It was obvious he liked it, even if it was a small amount. I wonder if he would kiss back this time… Gilbert waited until Roderich lowered his hand from his face before cupping his chin and bringing him to face him so he could kiss him. Compared to the last one, this one wasn't hurried but soft and chastised. Roderich was in a state of shock but as much as his head screamed to push him away he couldn't find the power and slipped his eyes closed. He began to actually kiss him back a bit making Gilbert smile and add a little more pressure.

Francis was wondering why he didn't see Gilbert and walked back to the meeting room to see that he was finally making progress. "Mon ami~!" Roderich quickly reacted pushing Gilbert away blushing a dark shade of red.

Gilbert cursed under his breath wishing that Francis didn't have to walk in because he had kissed back. "What do you want Francis?" he tried not to sound like he was about to rip the Frenchman's throat out.

"I was just looking for you and now that I've found you I'll leave you two alone." Francis smiled waving goodbye before heading back to the lounge area.

Roderich stood up still blushing madly as he walked toward the door. Gilbert reached out catching his hand. "Roddy…"

"No Gilbert, I think, I need some tea."

He let go of the Austrian's hand and let him leave the room. Once he was sure Roderich was far enough away he hit his head on the table letting a mixture of German and English curses leave his mouth. Why did Francis have to come into the room? It was going great… Gilbert lifted his head to look at the wall. Then again if he didn't want to continue he would've hit me so does that mean…

Roderich got to the lounge and saw Arthur had his cup already made. He smiled at the Brit and sat down away from everyone calmly drinking his tea. Why did I kiss him back? Why does he keep insisting on kissing? What is our friendship status now? Shaking the thoughts from his head didn't work as they continued to circle and confuse him. He focused on drinking his tea and trying to calm down not even noticing when Gilbert walked into the lounge to sit next to Francis.

Gilbert couldn't stop looking at him wondering if he was mad or okay. He was hoping he wasn't mad because he may have initiated the kiss unwillingly but he did kiss back. The question now was, how to get him to admit his feelings.

Another kiss! *flails* Yes some of you may be thinking it's getting to the end which I think it is because it all depends on if I want it to continue past a certain point or not. But I love you guys for dealing with me and putting up with cliffhangers or whatever else I threw at you. Reviews are still appreciated if you feel like it~3