Authors' note:

A big sorry for the delay! Life has been very very busy for Mi-chan and me lately. We hope this chapter makes up for the long wait.

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Gilbert opened his mouth to say something, but when he heard that growl, he stopped, his eyes widening as he turned around. "...! You... you shouldn't walk around!"

"... say that again..." Ivan growled, hands clenched at his sides. He didn't see anyone but Raivis, who pulled his head between his shoulders when the Russian came slowly closer. Anger was burning in Ivan's chest and it hurt... these words hurt more than his ribs. "... say that... to my face..."

"Ivan...!" Gilbert stepped in his way. "He's drunk and you're hurt. You shouldn't even be on your feet right now!"

"... get out of my way, Gilbert..." Ivan hissed, pushing him to the side. "... I'm ripping... my damn heart out... for all of you... for peace for all of us... and I won't... let anyone speak ill like that!"

Gilbert frowned and grabbed his arm. "Ivan, stop it, ok? You'll just make your injury worse and this will 'weaken' you more!"

"I'm not weak!" the Russian roared, ripping on his arm. "Let me go for fuck's sake!"

"I know that! But you'll hurt yourself more, goddamnit!" He stepped between Ivan and Raivis again. "Raivis is drunk and not happy, get over it and go back to bed!"

Without warning Ivan ripped his arm up and slapped Gil with the back of his hand right in the face.

Gilbert stumbled back with a loud gasp, bumping against the counter. "Ah...!" For a moment he literally saw stars, then he raised his gaze to glare at Ivan, holding his burning cheek.

"..." Ivan stared at him, hand still raised in the air, not understanding right away what just had happened. When Raivis toppled his glass over in an attempt to get somehow away, he blinked and glared at the smallest nation. His glare would have melted steel, but instead of going after him Ivan just turned around and stomped out of the kitchen.

Gilbert sat down with a groan, still holding his face. "Damnit..." he growled, looking at Raivis. "You owe me some... damn, that hurt..."

Suddenly sober again Raivis pulled his head even deeper between his shoulders, trying to just vanish somehow. "I-I..."

"It's better if you don't say any more..." Toris mumbled and kneeled down beside Gil to look at his cheek. "... you alright?"

Gilbert looked at him as if he wanted to say 'don't act like you'd suddenly care', but in the end he pulled away his hand. "... guess so. Feels numb a bit, but I guess that was to be expected."

Toris sighed deeply and got up again. "I'll get you some ice..."

"... thanks..." he mumbled, leaning his forehead on the table. "... damnit... all I wanted was some food..."

Quietly Toris took some ice from the freezer and wrapped it in a clean towel. "Dinner is ready. You can have some if you still want to..."

"... yes, thanks..." Gilbert took the ice and held it against his cheek with a sound somewhere between a relieved sigh and a pained hiss.

"... G-Gil... I... h-haven't I t-told you...?" Raivis whispered, trembling.

"You shut your mouth. If you had done that earlier, he wouldn't have snapped! And I wouldn't have had to interfere!"

"B-But I-!"

"No, Raivis! Gilbert is right. Just be quiet..." Toris rubbed his face, shaking his head. "You hurt Ivan... of course he'd snap then. What do you expect by saying those things?"

He frowned at a muffled shattering noise coming from somewhere in the house. "Oh great..."

Gilbert raised his head. "... what is he doing now?" he mumbled, sighing a bit. "Sounds like he's taking down his room or something like that..."

"He probably does..." Toris gave back quietly. "... better not to interfere now... he... he'll calm down again..."

"... and his rib will be worse after that." Gilbert growled. "Goddamnit, that idiot...!"

"It can't be helped... as soon as he calmed down someone should bring him some more painkiller and tea and... I guess... it will be alright again..."

"I think someone should stop him from doing that..." Gilbert mumbled and got up. "He'll just hurt himself... and we will have to deal with the mess."

"Gilbert..." Toris was beside him, but decided against touching his arm. "It's not wise to go up there now..."

"You're talking to the man who almost punched Chruschtschow right in the face. Do you think you're talking to a WISE man?"

"..." Toris bit his lip, grabbing Gilbert's wrist. "I mean it... You can get hurt and it won't make his mood any better."

Gilbert looked into his eyes. "You don't care if I get hurt. But HE will get hurt, don't you get that? He's fucking injured and he should be lying down! He shouldn't be moving at all until a doctor saw him!"

"And how do you want to stop him? Do you think I haven't tried that before in other situations? I know he's hurt! And yes, he'll hurt himself more, but if he hurts you on top... he'll curl up again! It won't help him, Prussia!"

"So I'm supposed to just sit back and let this happen?!"

"Yes! It's not nice but there's nothing you can do for him!"

"What if I can do something that YOU couldn't?"

"..." Toris stared at him, his expression twisted between agony and anger. "... fine..." he mumbled and let go of the German. "... go... go and get happy... good luck, Prussia... you'll need it..." And with that he turned around, going back to the stove and the still cooking dinner.

Gilbert bit his lip, feeling a bit of regret for his words, but then he, too, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

He climbed the stairs and stopped in front of Ivan's room. "...Ivan!" he shouted, knocking loudly.

The noise had stopped a little while ago.

There was still enough to break left, but his rib had prevented Ivan from raging further. Sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around his hurting body he tried to get enough air into his lungs again.

"... s-stay... away..."

"... I'm coming in" Gilbert said and opened the door, entering just a step and looking at the mess. "... you idiot..." he mumbled.

"... I said... stay away..." Ivan mumbled, glancing to the side.

"And I said I'm coming in." Slowly he closed the door and stepped closer. "... you should've stayed in bed..."

"... I was hungry..." he gave back, getting back on his feet with a groan. "... and... you were gone..."

"I was hungry, too... I wanted to come back after I got a snack..." Gilbert made another step towards him. "Maybe I would've brought you something."

"... doesn't matter now anymore... does it..." Ivan sounded bitter and he took another step away, giving Gil his back.

"Could you please stop backing away and look at me while we're talking?" Gilbert growled. "No... it doesn't matter anymore. But you still should lie in bed and maybe I STILL would bring you something!"

"... Gilbert..." He buried a hand in his hair, sighing deeply before he gave in and turned to face the German. Ivan's eyes were full of pain and not just the physical kind. All anger was gone already, leaving him with a burning feeling of guilt, especially when his eyes rested on Gilbert's red cheek. "..."

"... geht doch..." he mumbled and looked at him. "You should lie down again... and wait for the doctor... wrecking your interior isn't helpful, either..."

Ivan smiled crooked, rubbing his rib slowly. "... it helps calming down..." Then his smile broke again. Ivan couldn't help looking at the bruise. "... Gil... I... I'm sorry..."

Gilbert blinked and raised his hand to the bruise, twitching a bit as he touched it. "Ah... I should've kept my mouth shut, just like before... I guess I don't learn quickly."

"... no... you don't..." Ivan mumbled. "... still I... I shouldn't have... I didn't... want... to hurt you... I didn't mean it... I was just..." He shook his head helplessly.

"Ivan, shut up. Raivis said a lot of bullshit and you got upset, end of story! I'm not as breakable as my skin might make me look!"

"..." Flinching a little, Ivan felt too vulnerable in this very moment and under these circumstances to take a scolding. So he looked back on the ground, walking slowly back to the bed where he sat down with a pained groan.

After a moment, Gilbert followed him and crouched down in front of him. "... want me to get you some food?"

Ivan shook his head slightly, glancing back at the reddened skin. Reaching out with shaking fingers he caressed the bruise with care. "... I'm... not hungry... anymore..."

Gilbert closed his eyes for a moment. "... then lie down again... I'll stay with you... I'm not hungry anymore either..."

The movement hurt, but Ivan leant forward and placed a kiss on Gilbert's hurt cheek. His skin felt so raw and warm... "... I'm sorry..."

Gilbert blinked a bit and looked up at him. "... I know..." he mumbled. "It's just a bruise... nothing more."

"... I hurt you... it's... the last thing... I wanted... after everything you... that you did for me, Gil..."

"... stop it..." he whispered and took his hand from the bruise, squeezing it slightly. "I told you, it's just a bruise..."

It wasn't just a bruise. For Ivan it was so much more... but he didn't want to give in to his fear and he was tired, so tired again. Lifting Gilbert's hand to his lips he caressed his fingers a moment, before he tried to lie down.

Gilbert got up again and sat down on the mattress. "... want me to get you some painkillers?"

"... I guess they won't help anymore..." Ivan whispered, holding his ribs once more. "... stomach already hurts... from the others... it's ok."

"... it's not ok..." Gilbert mumbled and took his hand. "... want me to stay...?"

"... if you want to... I don't want to be... a selfish monster..." he gave back, smiling crooked.

"... do you feel like you're acting selfish? Or like a monster?"

Ivan sighed, turning his head to look at the ceiling. "... sometimes... I feel a bit selfish... wanting you here... you know... you don't need to stay... or defend me... but it's nice that you do..."

"Did I ever do something because I needed to? Well. I guess, sometimes I did, but USUALLY I don't. If I defend you, it's because I WANT it..."

Gilbert's words made him smile a little and look back up to him. "... how do I deserve you? ... after signing your death sentence..."

"..." Gilbert's smile shrunk a bit. "... you didn't want to do it... right?" he whispered, squeezing his hand a bit.

"... no... no, I didn't want that... as I told you... we always looked up to... what you build from nothing..." Squeezing Gilbert's hand back he raised it a little, watching their fingers curl around each other.

"And in the end... you saved me..."

"... I tried to... not sure it worked..."

"I'm still here, aren't I?" Gilbert said. "I wouldn't be without you..."

"... but are you happy... with how it is...?"

"Sometimes I am..." Gilbert looked to the side. "I just wished... I'd get to see my brother more often..."

"... I see..." His fingertips wandered absentmindedly over the white hand. "... I can't do much about it... it also depends on Alfred..."

"I know..." Gilbert said lowly. "But I appreciate what you're doing anyways... It's not ideal, but... it's ok." He smiled a bit, looking at their hands.

"... I wish... I could make it good instead of just ok... somehow..."

"It's... it's not like that..." Gilbert said and lied down next to Ivan, looking at him. "Most of the time, I... I actually enjoy this... the way it is..."

The movement of the mattress and the warm body beside his... it send a soft shiver down his spine. "... really?" A little smile curled his lips and Ivan held their hands against his chest.

"... really..." Gilbert smiled slightly. "Do you... want to sleep a bit longer? This time... I swear I won't vanish..."

"... not sure I want to sleep any longer... but I guess I should..." A sigh left his smiling lips, as he nuzzled back against Gilbert's chest. "... you're allowed to leave for the bathroom... and maybe dinner, but beside that... you're my personal warming bottle now..." Ivan teased quietly.

"Hm... I guess I'll have to live with that then..." He pulled the blanket over them, holding him close. "... but don't think I'll clean your room too..." he said with a teaching voice.

Ivan chuckled quietly. "... don't worry... Raivis will have to wear the maid outfit..."

"..." Gilbert leant back, looking at him as if he wanted to figure out if he was joking or not. "... maid... outfit?"

He tried to keep a serious face, but it was just too hard. Laughing quietly, even if it hurt, Ivan buried his face in Gilbert's chest. "... yes... yes, I have one... it was for a masquerade ball... I swear."

"..." Gilbert looked at the ceiling. "... did... YOU wear that?"

"... I swear to God... if you tell that any other nation... I'll bury you somewhere the sun doesn't shine..." Ivan gave back with a thoughtful smile.

"... I won't tell, but I'd really love to see that." Gilbert chuckled.

He slapped Gilbert's shoulder carefully. "... no way... not without some more drugs."

"... I guess I'll go get some harder stuff then?"

"..." Ivan glared playfully up to him. "... don't you dare, Gilbert Beilschmidt..."

"... you're such a spoilsport..." Gilbert sighed and closed his eyes. "I'll still imagine you in that cute dress~"

"... imagine as much as you want... like this you'll never see it..." Sighing as well Ivan buried his nose in the crook of the other's neck. It felt nice to joke a bit around after everything that had happened.

"Like this?" Gilbert repeated. "Don't tell me there IS a way to see it?" He laughed. "Ok, ok, I'll stop the teasing now..."

"... hmpf... I hate you..." Ivan mumbled against white skin, already slipping back into sleep. "... you're not... gonna see me in... corsetnstuff..."

"..." Corset and stuff...? Gilbert's eyebrows rose a bit and he chuckled, holding him closer. "You don't hate me..." he mumbled and kissed his forehead.

"... I do..." Ivan murmured muffled, barely audible and a smile on his lips. "... so much... ya lyublyu... tebya..."

Gilbert tensed a bit at those words. "... I know..." he whispered and stroked his head. "I'm here... and I'll stay..."

"... spasibo..." He was almost asleep again, giving a sound like a purr for the caresses. Ivan felt good in his arms... safe... and warm... "Gil..."

The days passed and Ivan rested a lot. His rib got slowly better, even if it had been moved too much that day in the headquarter. The doc had been very clear about not moving and not working. Not even laughing was allowed. But with Gilbert's care and some visits from Toris, whenever Gilbert was gone, Ivan didn't get bored enough to complain. After a week he even went back to work for some hours, always watched by attentive eyes for which he was innerly very thankful.

Gilbert knocked at the door. "I got some food for you" he said while entering. "It's time for a break. The doc said not to overdo it!"

"Already?" Ivan glanced at the clock and stretched carefully. "I'm not even close to being done. Oh well..."

"I don't care. For now, you ARE done." He put the tray on the desk and sat down. "You'd better like this."

"Yes, mommy." Rolling his eyes he gave Gilbert a played annoyed glance, before he looked down on the food with a raised eyebrow. "What is this? Should I be afraid?"

Gilbert growled. "No. It's Königsberger Klopse. Don't look at it, as if it's poisoned!"

"Königs-... Wait. You cooked yourself?" Ivan smirked. "And you're sure it's not poisoned?"

"..." Gilbert's face darkened a bit. "Fein, jerk, if you're not hungry, I'll take it away! Das war das letzte Mal, dass ich was gekocht habe!" he growled and got up, pretending to take the tray away.

"Naw... Don't pout now. I was joking." Reaching out he grabbed Gilbert's wrist. "What's wrong, moy zaychik? Are you tired of caring for me?"

"... I don't speak much Russian, but I know what that means..." Gilbert pouted. "You shouldn't make fun of someone trying to care for you."

"Fun? But I don't make fun of you. Honestly, Gil..." Calling Gilbert by his short name had become a habit over the last week, however mostly when they were alone. Getting up Ivan came around the desk. "What's wrong? You seem moody today."

Gilbert looked to the side. "That's not true..."

Truth was... he was scared. Of the things happening between them. The things coming back to him...

"..." Ivan frowned. He felt that something was up. Just this morning Gilbert had been more... happy. "It's not?" Cupping a pale cheek he made him look up. "So why can't you look at me while saying that?"

Gilbert blinked and a moment, red met violet. "... I... sorry... I'm just... I guess I've been thinking too much these days..."

"About what? Gil... you cared for me all this time and I'm thankful for it. You seemed... worried but glad. So... what's wrong now?"

Why had the cheerful mood around changed so suddenly?

He didn't look at Ivan when he said: "... this... between us... I... I like it... but... I'm scared of it, too."

"... this between us..." Ivan let the words sit on his tongue, trying to figure out their taste. "... why are you scared? Don't you want us to be... close? Or do you fear me...?"

"What? No!" Gilbert snorted. "I don't fear you, never did and never will...! It's... more that I... fear what will happen..."

"And what will happen...?" Sighing he cupped Gilbert's cheeks with both hands, watching how his fingertips wandered over white skin and into soft hair. Ivan had done this so often the last days and never thought further than the very moment. "It can be different from the old times, you know? We already live together... We don't need to hide from whomever anymore..."

"You think so?" Gilbert said. "What do you think your boss will say to this? – Would say!" he corrected himself. Damnit, they were not together yet!

"..." Ivan stared at him and then looked to the side. He remembered those acid words his boss had spoken... the pain he had felt... and not because he had been punched. "... he can tell me what to do when it comes to this country... but I won't let him decide my life for me..." There was anger in his eyes as Ivan looked back into red.

Gilbert returned that gaze. "... and what do you think he'd do if you'd refuse to listen to his commands?"

"What he always does..." Ivan growled, angry about himself. "But I don't care. He can't kill me and he won't live forever. And more importantly..." Leaning closer Ivan took Gilbert's face tighter into his hands, feeling the other's breath on his lips. "I have someone who'd care for me."

Gilbert's eyes wandered over his face and down to his lips, before he closed them. "And what if he takes me away from you?" he whispered. "I don't know... if I could stand that..."

"I won't let him..." Arms sneaked around Gilbert's back, holding him close. "He wanted to do that... but I didn't let him..."

Gilbert blinked and looked at him. "... is that... the reason why he hurt you?" he whispered.

"Yes..." Ivan mumbled, looking into red eyes, sinking into them at the memory of that afternoon. "He said you're rebellious... that you need to be tamed and he knew a place... I told him I'll take care... that I won't send anyone away."

Gilbert pressed his lips together. "You protected me...?"

Don't...

"Like you protected me..." Ivan gave back, blowing a kiss on closed lips.

"What if he wants to test you...? Me?" he mumbled. "Won't he want to see if you... 'tamed' me...?"

"... I trust you not to speak up in his presence again... You know him now, Gil... how he tries to anger you... You're just not allowed to give in again... I know you can do it."

Gilbert closed his eyes.

He wasn't sure of it...

The thought what that man might do, just to see if Ivan did what he said... it terrified him...

"Gil... Gil..." Ivan whispered, holding him a bit tighter to himself until there was no space left between them anymore. "... I didn't remember how much I love you being by my side... I forgot about it because there was no way to be with you... but now... please... stay with me, Gil... don't leave me again and I won't leave you... never."

Gilbert knew this wasn't possible... it just wasn't!

But still he nodded.

"I... don't want to leave you..."

"Good... I don't want to leave you either..." Ivan whispered a happy, almost teary little smile on his lips before he leant in to seal Gilbert's in another kiss.

Gilbert closed his eyes, leaning slightly into that.

He wanted to stay like this... with him...

Slowly he leant back. "... what have you done to me..." he whispered before he kissed him again.

'I could ask you the same' Ivan wanted to give back, before he was cut off. His hands wandered over that slender back and ended up in Gilbert's hair, while he kissed him back.

He had longed for Gilbert's lips, his sweet mouth for long, but hadn't dared to think that far... until now.

Gilbert sighed slightly, feeling like he was sent back to better times, where they had been madly in love and passion...

"... Ivan.."

"... da, lyubov..." Ivan whispered back, painting a line over white cheeks with his kisses.

Gilbert leant into the kiss, presenting his cheeks, his lips, his neck, while his fingers ran through blond locks, caressing the other's neck and shoulders.

Sighing gladly Ivan took the invitation, exploring soft skin and slender muscles like he hadn't in centuries. Carefully he sucked on the crook of Gilbert's neck, leaving a loving mark there.

Gilbert tried to suppress a moan, twitching slightly under his lips. "A-ah...! That will leave a mark, you idiot...!"

"I know..." Ivan whispered, running the tip of his tongue just slightly over the spot. "... I want to make sure that this is not a dream..."

"... damnit...! You're so selfish...!" Gilbert growled, not really protesting though.

They'd all see.

They'd all know.

Well. Fuck this.

"... I am? Hm..." Leaving Gilbert's skin he leant his face against the warm curve instead, breathing in that sweet and at the same time musky scent of the German. "I don't want to be selfish... but I just love to kiss your skin... I still love it..."

Gilbert bit his lip, looking to the side, his fingers still buried in Ivan's hair.

"... and I... guess I still love how it feels..." He still wasn't sure if this was good or not.

"... really..." It was just a whisper when his lips found the way back on Gilbert's neck, continuing what he had started. "Gil..."

Gilbert moaned again, slightly pushing against him. "A-ah... damnit, IIvan...! The... the meal's gonna get cold... and... uh..."

They really shouldn't be doing this...

Pulling tenderly, letting the white skin slip through his lips Ivan leant back and glanced at the tray. "You're right. It would be a pity if it would go to waste after you went through the trouble of cooking it."

"Hm... yes..." Gilbert rubbed his tingling neck. "... we could... go on later..." he mumbled.

Smiling Ivan blew a kiss on Gilbert's nose. "Whenever you want... but for now I'm hungry. Will you eat with me?"

"Do you have to ask? Sure!" Gilbert smirked a bit and sat down. "It's my favourite, after al!"

"Heh..." Sitting down as well Ivan shoved the tray between them, glancing from the corners of his eyes at the spot darkening slightly on Gil's neck. "It is? It smells good at least. I can't remember if you made this before..."

"Definitely not for you" Gilbert replied with a grin. "You'd better like it!"

"Let's see..." Piercing one of the meatloaves with his fork Ivan nibbled on it. "Hmm..."

Gilbert looked at him, waiting, trying to hide his anticipation.

"... so?"

"I'm not sure..." He nibbled once more on it, giving no sign of any emotion. "And you made it yourself?"

Gilbert frowned. "Yes, I did!"

"Well, that explains a lot, I guess."

"... and what's that supposed to mean?"

Ivan smirked from ear to ear. "It's delicious"

"..." Gilbert glared for a moment. "You fucker!" For a moment he wanted to throw something at him, just because Ivan kept him waiting for that answer. But then he just crossed his arms and pouted. "Of COURSE it is!"

Ivan chuckled and reached out to pat the other's arm. "You're really moody today. It was a joke, Gil. It's delicious. Honestly~" And Ivan held out the fork with a piece of meat.

Another growl, but then Gilbert opened his mouth and let him feed him.

"... of course it is. It's Prussian food made by Prussia, what do you expect?" He looked to the side. Officially he wasn't Prussia anymore...

But still.

Smiling Ivan picked a piece of potato and held it out for Gil. Just watching pale pink lips wrap around the fork. So slowly and careful... No. He shook his head. That thought was going way too far...

"What I expected? Delicious food from a delicious man~" Ivan gave back, licking his lips.

Gilbert chewed with slightly blushed cheeks, not looking at him.

Damnit... he knew how this would end sooner or later. And it wasn't good! Ivan wasn't healthy enough for that!

Ivan kept on feeding Gil and himself, watching his blush with a smile. It felt like those past days, just a little better because he now knew that Gilbert hadn't forgotten what they had shared long ago... because Gil felt like he did.

"You're cute with that hue on your cheeks. It's almost the colour of your hickey~"

"... shut up..." Gilbert mumbled, pouting slightly. "This is all your fault... ahhh..." He opened his mouth, kinda liking this.

He couldn't help but laugh, picking another piece of meat up to shove it past the German's lips. "Might be, but you like it~ Don't deny it."

"... maybe..." Gilbert said and swallowed that too. "Maybe I should mark you, too, then you'll see who's laughing last!"

Ivan didn't know why it was so hard to stop smiling with Gilbert around, but he liked it.

"Feel free~" he whispered seducing and pulled his scarf down just a little. It wasn't like Gil had never seen the scars underneath, so he didn't care.

Gilbert raised his eyebrow, looking at him. "... you cheater..." he said with a teasing smirk. "You'll hide it anyways... well..." He got up and walked around the desk, pulling Ivan's chair back a bit and sat down on his lap. "Challenge accepted..."

"Advantages of wearing scarves~" Ivan chuckled and tilted his head, watching Gilbert coming over. A smirk grew on his face and he wrapped his arms around Gil's waist. "Heh... challenge, yes? I'm waiting..."

It seemed that eating time was over.

Gilbert just grinned and leant in, until his lips touched his neck, brushing his teeth over the skin, sucking and nibbling on it gently.

Ivan leant back against the backrest, giving Gilbert more access to his neck. It was a sign of trust. He trusted Gil... and it felt good. A sigh escaped his lips. "Hmm... a good start..."

"Start, huh? I guess you're expecting more then?" Gilbert whispered against his skin, brushing the tip of his tongue over the coloured mark.

"I can definitely hide more. That's no problem..." His chuckle faded into a moan not a moment later. "Gil..." Ivan sighed, letting his hands wander up and down his back.

"Hmm..." Gilbert accepted that challenge, too and started to 'destroy' his skin with kissing and biting and sucking.

Ivan was sensible on his neck. Barely anyone was allowed to touch him there and it made Gilbert's little affections even more effective. Moaning deeply, more than he probably should, he let his hand slip under the German's shirt, searching for warm skin to caress.

Gasping Gilbert leant back a bit, biting down on his lip. "H-hn... d-damnit... your hands are so cold..." he groaned, feeling shivers run down his back. "... why does this feel good though?"

"Ah...?" Ivan blinked, blushing a little embarrassed. He didn't want to make Gil feel uncomfortable. Not now when- "... if it feels good... I guess I can warm my hands on you then?" he mumbled and spread his fingers on warm white skin, hidden under fabric.

Gilbert gasped and arched his back with a hiss.

Damnit... this... this was arousing him...?

The fuck is wrong with you, Beilschmidt?!

With a growl he leant forward again, burying his teeth back into warm, scarred skin.

"Hngh..." Ivan growled back at the bite, scratching his fingernails over soft skin. He felt like a wolf snarling at his mate and loving every second of it. This was... wonderful, passionate... it felt so damn good.

He had waited so long for this to happen and it seemed Gilbert had waited too…

Pushing his hands deep into Gilbert's pants, grabbing his buttocks just like that, Ivan stood up, literally throwing Gil on his desk without ever letting him go from his tight embrace.

Gilbert gasped a bit at the sudden movement and leant back a bit to glare at Ivan. "You could at least warn me...!"

That wasn't what he wanted to say.

He wanted to tell him to strip off his clothes and just do what he felt like.

And then there was this low voice that told him to be careful...

"Since when did mighty Prussia need a warning?" Ivan grinned, almost breathless. Feeling that wonderful body under him, pressed just so slightly against his chest, send a shiver through his bones. A wonderful stinging he had never felt before.

He was hungry... Ivan realised it the moment he leant down to press his lips back on Gilbert's neck, his pelvis between wonderful, strong legs.

The last time was just too long ago.

Gilbert moaned slightly and leant his head back. "Hah...!"

He felt the heat building up between them, felt how his trousers seemed to shrink.

With another, louder moan, he wrapped his legs around Ivan's hips.

This wasn't planned. Nothing of this had been planned this very morning and still Ivan felt himself trapped now in Gilbert's full body embrace. And damn, it was addicting. The heat between them and their bodies rubbing against each other.

"... damn..." he cursed with a moan, feeling his lower parts growing too big for their prison. "Goddamn!" Throwing everything overboard Ivan ripped on Gilbert's shirt.

For a moment, Gilbert wanted to protest as he felt the buttons being ripped off, but then there was air on his heated skin and instead he arched his back, moaning more.

Cool hands brushed over Gilbert's chest, caressing every inch of white skin hungrily. Ivan felt him breathing under his hands, felt him vibrate with moans... and he wanted to see if Gilbert still tasted the same. Grabbing his hands he pinned them on the desk to the left and right of Gilbert's head, to lower his lips on the skin he had just caressed.

"Ah!" Gilbert gasped a bit as he was pinned down, arching his back again in a not so honest attempt to struggle him off. Ivan's lips were hot on his skin and it made him groan in lust.

Gilbert still tasted like Ivan remembered. Smiling, feeling his body shiver and sting with lust, he kissed that slender body, nibbled on it and even bit both pink nipples with care. He wanted to hear him moan more, scream even.

Should everyone in the house hear them. Ivan didn't care.

Struggling free, slender fingers soon dug into Ivan's hair as Gilbert squirmed under him, moaning, gasping, his legs wrapped tightly around Ivan's body.

Goddamnit.

"HAH!"

Yes, like that... Ivan scratched his teeth over Gilbert's skin, bucking testing against his crotch. That movement made him shiver. How he wanted Gilbert... and now, not any time soon. Ivan wanted him now!

Leaning up he glared down on Gilbert, panting, lurking, full of unfulfilled desire.

Gilbert suppressed a moan, looked up at him with blurred eyes. "... if you... rip my pants, you're the one who pays for new ones..." he whispered.

Ivan blinked before he laughed out loud. "I pay for them anyway most of the time!" he chuckled and grabbed Gilbert's leg, forcing them to let his hips go. Smirking broadly he lifted Gil's hips easily from the wooden surface and threw his legs over his shoulders. It gave him a good enough access to the German's lap, to bite teasingly into the fabric of his trousers.

His lips slightly parted, Gilbert looked up at him, growling slightly. "... don't... mess with me... ah...!" He arched his back, feeling the blood pulsing in his arousal. Get off these pants... I beg you...!

"But I love the look you give me~" Ivan was as impatient as Gilbert, but teasing him a bit longer...

No. His own trousers felt so tight and it was more than visible that Gilbert hid something... delicious... in his own. Brushing his hands over Gilbert's crotch Ivan opened the buttons, freeing the sweet white length. "Someone's excited..."

Gilbert moaned in relief. "God... this is so much better..." he hissed, looking up at him. "You should be melting with that scarf..." Wasn't he hot, too?

"Should I? I'm melting cause you're hot." Still Ivan nestled on his scarf and pulled it off. He was more than hot, but he enjoyed it, feeling cold most of the time.

With his scarf off and Gilbert's best piece right in front of his nose there was no question on what to do. Leaning in he brushed his tongue over silky flesh, but the position was everything but comfortable for him. Despite being rather slender, Gilbert was no lightweight to hold up forever.

Gasping Gilbert bit his lip, arched his back slightly and moaned in passion and lust.

"Ah... hn...!" He dug his fingers into the Russian's hair, almost hearing nothing but the blood in his ears.

This didn't work... Ivan couldn't reach Gilbert as much as he wanted to. So with a flick of his tongue he let himself fall on his knees, ready to swallow his lover whole in the new position... when he froze.

Gilbert didn't notice immediately, but when Ivan stopped with his doing he slightly sat up and looked at him. "Why... do you stop?" he asked with heavy tongue before he noticed that something was wrong. "... Ivan?"

He didn't breathe nor moved at all, just staring at Gilbert's lap and right through it. Until now Ivan had been able to ignore the pain in his chest. The lust and passion had been so much bigger than the stings, but with dropping on his knees a pain had shot through his upper body, which he couldn't ignore.

"... s-shit..." he whispered, not daring to take more air into his lungs or to move at all.

Gilbert frowned and sat up completely, staring at him for just a few seconds before he slipped from the desk and closed his pants again. "... what's wrong, Ivan?" he asked with worried face as he crouched down. "... the... your ribs...!" He bit his lip. Goddamnit, of course, Ivan had lifted him up...!

"... f-fuck... fuck... fuck..." Raising his arms slowly Ivan wrapped them around his chest, holding his vibrating rib. Every breath hurt like it hadn't anymore since over a week. "... it f-feels... as if somethin'... 's clamped..." he pressed through his teeth.

"Damn...!" Gilbert looked at him, hands reached out without touching him. "Can you breathe? I'll get the doc...!"

"... i-it stings..." Leaning his forehead against the desk Ivan closed his eyes. "... no doc... just... give me a... s-second..."

"You can hardly breathe, Ivan, you need to see a doctor!"

"Gil... god...damn." Trying to take a deep breath which ended in a hiss, Ivan sat up and grabbed Gilbert's arm. "... help me... up..."

Gilbert bit his lip and took his arm to put it around his shoulder. "Goddamnit, you thickhead!" he growled and pushed him up.

It was painful to stand straight, so Ivan ended up half hanging on Gilbert's shoulder. "... I don't do this... on purpose..." he growled back. "... goddamn... fucking... rib..."

"... sit down..." Gilbert said, more or less carrying him to the chair.

He did as Gilbert told him, grumbling something about fighting in wars and having been ripped apart before just to end up defeated by a single broken rib. When Ivan sat he could curl up enough to make the pain bearable. "... I'm sorry... this wasn't planned..."

"Shut up" Gilbert just said. "I should've stopped this when you lifted me. It was obvious this wouldn't be good... am I allowed to get a doctor now?"

"..." Ivan looked guiltily to the side. "... got carried away..." he mumbled, shaking his head in the end like a child. "... he'll just... rant and do nothing..."

"We'll have to make sure it's still in the right place!" Gilbert insisted.

"... it's not like I spit... blood or something... it's fine, Gil..."

"... fine. Do what you want." Gilbert growled. "Am I allowed to look after your bandages then?"

"... Gil..." Ivan wanted to say something, make a joke about Gil still wanting to get under his shirt, but he gulped it down. Why did it have to turn out like this...?

"... sure... still sorry..."

"... I said stop that. We'll just wait a bit longer" Gilbert said and kissed his nose while he unbuttoned his shirt and carefully stroked over his chest to feel if the rib was out of place.

"... don't want to wait..." Ivan whispered under his breath, sighing softly for the kiss. Gil's hand was warm and his touch felt good, until he reached the almost faded bruise. Ivan flinched with a hiss.

Gilbert growled slightly. "I'm sorry, but this really doesn't feel good..."

"... n-no... it doesn't..." Ivan groaned, leaning away from the touch. "... but it'll... heal..."

"Ivan, I'll go and get a doctor. This needs to be fixed."

Ivan wanted to protest. He didn't need another time-out. He was already behind on everything... but breathing was hard like this and it hurt... and he wanted to love his beloved German some time soon...

"... alright... I guess... it can't be... helped..."

"Thanks..." Another soft kiss, then Gilbert got up and left the room to get the doctor.

The man arrived quickly. Fortunately it seemed he had worked somewhere close by, when the call had reached him, so it had just taken about 15 minutes for him to stand in Ivan's office.

The doctor examined him with an angry frown. "What did you do? I ordered you to rest!"

"... I have... work to do... and I tried to... catch a file that... fell down..." Ivan had had enough time to think of an excuse. It wasn't great but then again... who cared anyway?

"... and don't... shout here..."

"If you had listened to me, I wouldn't have to. Now you'll have to go to the hospital. This needs a surgery!"

"... wait... what?" Ivan looked up to the doc and over to Gilbert. "... no way... I've no... no time for this!"

"Well you should've thought about that beforehand. Get someone you trust and tell them what to do. They'll do fine without you for just a while. It's not like it will need centuries, you know."

"..." He bit his lips, closing his shirt again. "... if you'd wait outside, doctor..."

The doctor frowned but got his bag and left the room with a low growl, muttering something about irresponsible patients.

Sighing Ivan rubbed his face. "... will you get along... without me, Gil...? There are... some documents... that need to be...filled out."

"..." Gilbert sighed and ruffled his hair a bit. "You're troublesome, Ivan. But, yeah, I'll get along. It's not for long, so don't worry."

"... but I do..." Catching Gilbert's hand he pulled him closer, leaning his forehead against the German's chest. "... Toris knows... what to do... ask him if... someone calls or post arrives... ok?"

Gilbert didn't like it, but he still nodded. "Yes, of course. Ivan, we're all adults... we're used to leading countries... we'll manage this."

"... heh... true... and still..." Ivan nuzzled his nose into Gil's shirt, taking in his scent once more. "... hey Gil... will you visit me?"

"Hm... I don't know... I guess I'll have to ask my superior...?" He smirked. "What do you say? Can I get a day off to visit this hot guy in hospital? It's kinda my fault that he's there."

Ivan chuckled softly. "Hot guy...? ... just if you introduce me to him... you sure... he wants to see you? If it's... your fault..."

"Well, it was his fault for lifting me in an attempt of hot and passionate sex, so... I hope he wants to see me?"

"... ah... if it's about... hot and passionate sex... I'm sure he wants to... make sure you two don't scare... the nurses..."

"... oh, no worries. He won't get sex until he's better" Gilbert said with a wink.

"... no? Poor guy... and there he looked... forward to it... so very much..." Ivan sighed with a little smile. "... after waiting so long... for his beloved bunny..."

"... I guess, if the bunny ever catches him calling him that in public, he'll break another rib~" Gilbert kissed his nose. "... I'll come to visit you. Promised."

"... ok... I'll wait then..." Ivan whispered and stretched a little to blow a kiss on Gilbert's lips. It was worth the pain.

"Good boy."


Translations:

geht doch – there we go/ Finally! (term used when someone who's expected to do something, stops resisting and finally does it)

Königsberger Klopse – meatloaves Königsberg style (famous Eastprussian dish)

fein - fine

Das war das letzte Mal, dass ich was gekocht habe – This was the last time I cooked something.

Moy zaychik – my bunny