A/N: I liked the idea and I can't help but to post another one about it…

Chapter 10: Painting pt. 2 (RusPru)

"I can't really believe it!" Gilbert shouted as he continued complaining in front of his best friend, "I mean, what did Lizzy saw to my not so awesome Austrian cousin?"

"Well, for once your cousin is not as noisy as you." Ivan answered with pure honesty.

"Ivan!" Gilbert clutched the part of his clothe that covered his chest, "How could you betray me like this?" in which the Russian only rolled his eyes in response.

It became their daily routine after the two of them meet each other one rainy day. Despites the rude attitude of Gilbert and his uncharacteristic behaviors, Ivan still found peace in his company. Which was something really confusing because Gilbert was probably one of the loudest people Ivan knew (and that was saying something because there was this certain American that Ivan really hates).

Their universities were just a station away if train will be used so every Saturday and Sundays they made an arrangement to always meet in the café that could be found in the middle. Gilbert would start talking about his week and, surprisingly, Ivan would share also what happened to him. They had fallen in a natural rhythm and for all rationality of Ivan that everything was a bizarre encounter, he would never choose to complain about such nice feeling he had in his chest whenever he saw Gilbert.

But the painting was still in his thoughts and never left him be. Also his dreams and nightmares were occurring more and more as days passed.

"Teach me how to paint!"

"H-huh?!"

"Come on! Reading is very boring~"

"You're a priest! It's your job!"

"I know! But I don't want to be bored forever! So, teach me how to paint!"

"A-alright! Stop shaking me!"

"Ivan!" and he was once again brought out of his…daydreaming for the lack of better words on his side, "Teach me how to paint!"

Déjà vu…

"And what makes you think that you can paint?" Ivan raised an eyebrow at the unusual suggestion and how it was so similar from the scenes he had just witnessed behind his eyes.

"Have some faith in me! If you don't know, the awesome me was the one who taught Roddy how to read music sheets."

"Even if that was the truth painting and music are two different worlds."

"And that is where you are wrong!"

So, Sunday morning, Ivan found himself in front of the Beilschmidt's house. Gilbert was really something if he could drag Ivan anywhere he wanted to be. And his albino friend kept insisting that he wanted to show something to his friend. Of course Gilbert welcomed him with too much enthusiasm than normally needed.

"I thought you want to me to teach you how to paint?" Ivan raised an eyebrow as for the fifth time Gilbert once again diverted their discussion and offered cool beverages for the Russian. Honestly, Ivan preferred vodka than beer.

"Ah, yeah…about that…"

Gilbert scratched his head and Ivan completely picked on that it was a habit whenever the albino was really nervous about something. The Russian swears that if Gilbert just invited him so that he could have some fun then Ivan would surely choke him.

"I know this will be weird but…" Gilbert looked at Ivan with seriousness, the first time that the Russian saw such an expression on his friend's face, "The first time I met you was not the time we saw each other that rainy day. I first saw your face in a painting."

There were only a few things that could make Ivan's eyes widened in surprise. It looked like this situation would be added on that list.

"I know what you are thinking!" Gilbert pointed accusingly towards his companion, "You think I'm crazy, or…or…a stalker…or someone—"

"Me too." Ivan interjected his friend's panicked speech.

"H-huh?"

"I said," Ivan took a deep breath, "that I first saw your face in a painting too. There was this portrait of a Teutonic priest that can be found in Kirkland's Art Museum. You resembled him too much."

"Oh…"

For the first time that Ivan knew Gilbert, he saw the albino sported a very serious look…before being replaced by a mischievous grin.

"So…does this mean we are the reincarnation of those people?"

"Well, I do not want to believe so but all the evidences are presented before me. I'm assuming here that you are having dreams also that seem like a distant memory."

"Ouch…" Gilbert rubbed his shoulders a bit and he shuddered a little bit as if a few ice cubes rolled down his spine, "Yeah, for the record, watching yourself being burned alive was not a good thing at all."

"No one would like to be burned alive in the first place." Ivan pointed out unconsciously before what was said to him registered in his mind, "Wait…the Priest was burned alive?"

"Yup! What else did you expect? Those times the people were not open minded and believes in their own rubbish myths."

So the Priest did indeed suffer a painful death.

"Hey, Ivan." Gilbert leaned forward, grin still in place, "You're much cuter when you were a stuttering mess! At least that was how the dreams showed the Russian painter!"

Ivan drenched Gilbert with his ice cold drink from that comment.