APH and its characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love." - Charles M. Schulz

Pairing: Prussia x Austria

All Gilbert wanted was to spend some time with his dear little brother. But fate would have it that Ludwig was out on a 'business meeting' with Feliciano and Gilbert was left by himself to wait for his brother's return in the vast house.

It would have been fine, as Gilbert was used to being alone, if it wasn't for one thing.

Roderich was here too.

The Prussian narrowed his eyes at the uptight Austrian sitting across from him. It seemed they both picked the wrong time to visit Ludwig. The dining table between them was long and wide, but it did little to create a sense of distance. Roderich was too close, and Gilbert did not like it one bit.

He kept his arms crossed over his chest, his mouth snarling, and his eyes glaring at the nonchalant Roderich. Roderich, on the other hand, seemed to care very little about Gilbert's presence. He had taken out a box of crackers and a jar of peanut butter for a light snack. With the intensity of an artist, the Austrian was slowly coating the square saltine with just the perfect amount of peanut butter. It took Roderich a good three minutes to prepare one cracker and then another minute to clean the butter knife that Gilbert knew he was going to use again.

It was really getting on his nerves.

He watched Roderich eat the saltine with such poise. He growled at how the Austrian made sure that there was no crumb and if there was, he cleaned it up immediately. He took small bites, and the peanut butter never once touched his lips or went outside his mouth. It took, maybe, a minute and a half for Roderich to eat one little cracker.

Gilbert was seriously getting annoyed. And to top it off, the peanut butter was making him hungry. He was hoping to have lunch with Ludwig…

Just as he had expected, Roderich reused the butter knife that he had so diligently cleaned and prepared another cracker. Gilbert darted his eyes to the clock on the wall then to the door, hoping that Ludwig would come home already.

He turned his eyes back to the table and was very surprised to find a peanut butter cracker waiting for him on a napkin. He blinked at the snack, confused. He glanced up at Roderich, who was preparing another cracker with the same intense devotion.

"Tch," Gilbert scoffed, "I don't want it."

He shoved the napkin away, accidentally getting some peanut butter on his fingers. Roderich didn't react to the refusal; his attention was solely on keeping the peanut butter inside the saltine.

Gilbert rolled his eyes and licked his fingers. The taste of peanut butter stirred his hunger. His tongue kept moving even though the paste was gone. He spied the saltine sitting on the napkin, like a trap to tempt him.

What was the worst that could happen?

He snatched the saltine quick and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. Peanut butter had never tasted so good. But the delicious taste was gone once he caught a scoff from Roderich.

He glared at the Austrian, who was delicately eating his cracker.

With his mouth full of cracker and peanut butter, Gilbert said, "What are you laughing about!?"

"Ah, nothing," Roderich responded after he dapped his mouth with a napkin and made sure there was no food in his mouth.

Gilbert narrowed his eyes, clutching his fists. Damn that cocky Austrian!

He leaned over the table and snatched the jar of peanut butter. Using his fingers, he dipped into the jar and scooted out a handful of the brown paste. He sucked on his fingers loudly and dipped them into the jar again. Knowing Roderich, he wouldn't want to touch the peanut butter anymore. And just to be a jerk, Gilbert moaned and fluttered his eyes with pleasure.

Then, he started choking.

He coughed. The peanut butter clung to his tongue, throat, and the roof of his mouth. He gagged and tried to lick the paste off, but all it did was spread it everywhere in his mouth.

"S-shit!"

Could people die from choking on peanut butter?

He stood up quickly with his hands clasped over his throat. He needed something to wash the peanut butter. Roderich was already on the move toward the fridge.

Gilbert stumbled over to the sink, but Roderich pushed him against the table. In his hand was a glass of milk.

"Drink this," Roderich said hastily.

Gilbert didn't know what was more humiliating: choking on peanut butter or being fed milk by Roderich.

But he couldn't complain as he gulped down the milk. He clasped his hands over Roderich's and poured the content of the glass into his mouth. The milk leaked through his lips and trailed down his chin.

And Gilbert concluded that the most humiliating thing was his heart pounding as Roderich's fingers touched his chin and wiped the milk away. He forgot to swallow when Roderich's skin brushed against his neck.

He coughed, choked on the milk, and spit it out at Roderich.

"Please watch yourself, idiot!" Roderich backed away.

Gilbert put the glass down and wiped his mouth ferociously with the back of his hand. He pressed a hand over his chest and mentally yelled at his body to stop heating up.

"Be more careful in the future," Roderich warned before he went on to wash his hands in the sink.

"A-haha! As if I will die from choking!"

Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest and laughed loudly. His eyes landed everywhere but on Roderich and his cheeks only became redder and redder.

He also decided that he would never eat peanut butter ever again.

THE END.

Boyue's Note: Eeeep! First time writing Prussia and Austria... hopefully I didn't fail too hard! 8Db

... Any request for pairing you'd like to see?

06.28.09

11:15 PM