APH and its characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love." - Jane Austen
Pairing: Prussia x Spain
Gilbert was having a bad day. As such, he decided to visit Antonio in hope that the cheerful Spaniard would brighten him up with one of his special cheer-up charms.
He didn't expect to find himself in an awkward position.
He didn't expect to catch himself staring at the curve of Antonio's neck and admiring the tanned skin. He didn't think he would wonder how his Spanish friend's lips would taste as Antonio blabbered on about tomatoes and Romano's bed-wetting problem. He didn't think he would hesitate and ponder if Antonio would flinch if he were to lick his earlobe, where a bead of sweat was residing.
He most certainly didn't expect himself to realize that he might just have a thing for his good old friend.
"Romano is mad at me again," Antonio was saying with a sad frown, "why does he hate me?"
"Hey! The whole time I've been here, you've been moaning about Romano," Gilbert complained. "Pay attention to me!"
Antonio laughed apologetically, scratching the back of his neck. Gilbert darted his eyes to the flexing of Antonio's lean muscles. What with his light-hearted personality, it was easy to forget that Antonio was actually a rather strong man.
Gilbert licked his lips. His arm found its way around Antonio's shoulder and pulled the Spaniard closer to him. Gilbert turned a bit so his chest was rubbing against Antonio's arm.
"I'm having a bad day, so you are here to cheer me up, understand?"
Antonio just blinked without offering an answer, which told Gilbert that, well, he didn't understand. The Prussian sighed. Clueless Antonio was adorable, if not sometimes unbelievably frustrating.
Ah, screw it!
He leaned forward and captured Antonio's unsuspecting lips. He wasted no time in prying Antonio's mouth and invading with his tongue. He ran his hand through the tangled brown hair, curling them between his fingers. The tips of their noses bumped. Gilbert turned his head and pressed further. His tongue explored the moist orifice, claiming it as his territory. His free hand fumbled around Antonio's shirt, playfully caressing and teasing.
And still, no reaction from the Spaniard. No sign to urge him to continue. No warning to tell him to stop.
Gilbert decided that he needed a little more cheering up. He scooted forward without breaking his kissing. One hand dug deep in Antonio's hair. The other ventured its way along the abs to the hem of the shirt. He lifted up the shirt and moved his fingers underneath. Like a spider crawling after its prey, Gilbert glided his way to Antonio's chest. He gave the nipple a tease. Antonio flinched.
Gilbert grinned and finally pulled away for a break. But his fingers didn't quit their duty; they kept on massaging the pink bud until it started to erect under their touch.
Antonio lowered his eyes and flushed his cheeks. Gilbert widened his grin. He leaned in and breathed against the Spaniard's mouth.
"Antonio?" Gilbert drawled seductively.
"Do you think Romano will want to me leave me?"
Gilbert twisted the nipple, and Antonio yelped in pain. He let go with a loud huff and threw his arms over his chest. Antonio rubbed his chest with a disappointed frown.
"… Does that mean yes?" Antonio asked.
Gilbert could only sigh with a roll of his eyes. He smacked Antonio on the shoulder. With a firm face, he said, "Who would ever want to leave you?"
Antonio beamed a happy smile, cheeks flushing with excitement. Gilbert chuckled and smiled at the Spaniard.
"Thanks for cheering me up."
Antonio blinked with the same 'I don't understand' look. Still, he flashed a bright Spanish smile.
"No hay problema, mi amigo!"
Friends – That was the most Gilbert could expect.
THE END.
Boyue's Note: Another Prussia... because he is awesome.
06.29.09
2:35 AM
