Warnings: AU. Yaoi. Language.

Chapter 12

Lying on his bed in prone position, heard a message alert tone in conjunction with three buzzing vibrations from Ivan's phone. Gilbert lazily called his roommate and complained to shut the phone that disturbed him from his sleep. Few minutes had passed, Ivan's phone started ringing which Gilbert ignored at first; then followed by another three more missed calls. The German still kept his position and used his right arm to locate and reach out at the annoying phone. He lifts his head, narrowed his eyes from the day light that blinded him.

"Damn it Ivan! Answer your phone!" He turned his head around and searched for his roommate, but he saw no Russian. He flipped the other pillow on the area of his bed where Ivan slept last night and saw the phone underneath it. Still a bit lethargic he looked at the phone's screen, his mind is still asleep but aware that the caller's ID was in Russian language. He slides his thumb on the screen, placed the phone on his ear and answered the call.

The person on the other line was a female and she spoke in Russian. Gilbert didn't understand a single word on everything she said and he asked "What are you talking about?" His head isn't fully conscious and his thought process' still blurry.

"Brother? Is that you?" The girl wondered.

"Your brother is nowhere to be found." Gilbert mumbled.

"WHAT?! MY BROTHER IS MISSING?!" She shouted that made the German wake up and repelled the phone away from his ear. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY OLDER BROTHER?!" she added and sounded furious.

"Chill out lady. I'm his roommate. Your dear brother is at school by now…I guess, and he forgot his phone."

"Big brother has a roommate? He didn't tell me that he has roommate. WHY DIDN'T HE TELL ME THAT HE HAS A ROOMMATE?!" she yelled again.

"Yeah I wonder too. Don't worry I'll ask him later." Gilbert said followed by a chuckle.

"NO! I will be the one to ask him, not you!" madly said, then she hung up the call.

Gilbert put Ivan's phone on the side table. Placed is head on his pillow face down and lay on his stomach; decided to sleep again since he still has four hours before the start of his first class. He opened his eyes and took a glance at his roommate's phone, a bit interested to know on what's inside. At first his conscience took over telling him that the phone is considered to be a private property and he shouldn't explore it unless his roommate gave him permission to do so. But his curiosity kept on pushing him to take a peek at the phone's contents. Nonetheless, Ivan wouldn't know unless he told him.

His curiosity won; he rested his chin against the pillow, he held the phone with his left hand and used his right index finger to navigate the wide touch screen. He got interested with the messages; much to his disappointment, almost all of the messages were from him. Some mails were in Russian and thought that its family related so he didn't bother to open it knowing that he wouldn't understand it after all. A little quantity of the inbox where from their friends and classmates, mostly covered with school related matter. Gilbert pouted, he got bored.

Went to the image folder, he frowned seeing that the most recent photos has a hint of yellow. Just from the thumbnail alone, Gilbert knew that those images were focus only to his pet bird—Gilbird. He clicked on the top most and continued to swipe right, Gilbird was so adorably cute but the German was a bit upset, wondering if he had a single image on this phone besides from the ones they took at the theme park. He clicked back on the main photo folder and scrolled down, it seems endless. He beamed in excitement; he was positive that his hair was on the thumbnail. He cursed in German when he saw the full image; he's in the picture yet the main focus was still on Gilbird who is sitting on top of his head.

Exploring the phone intrigued him, but realized that it also made him feel displeased. He kept on swiping on the next image and didn't bother or hope that he'd see a single solo photo of him in this phone. But the following images stunned him, Gilbert had the urge to throw Ivan's phone at the wall and burn it to ashes. Ivan was taking pictures of him while sleeping and it's not cute. His finger already clicked the trash can icon to delete it, but he stopped himself. Felt denial at first then learned to accept it and just laughed at the shameful photos of him—but it still gave him Goosebumps.

He jumped into the videos next. One of the clips had the same preview thumbnail from his not-so-cool sleeping photos and then clicked it to play. From the video, Ivan's giggles can be heard at the background while filming Gilbert during his sleep. The German was sleep talking and mumbling incoherent words.

"You're saying something my little bunny?" The Russian said as he moved the phone's camera nearer to sleeping guy's face. He kept on laughing causing the camera's focus to be shaky.

The German increased the volume to hear what he's been saying during that time and even he can't comprehend it. He had mixed emotions while watching the video, a bit annoyed at his roommate because Ivan is making fun of him and also he's entertained at the same time. The next video made him feel dumbfounded; it was a clip of them making out, doing a torrid kiss. Gilbert pondered how come that he's never aware that his roommate recorded this video.

They were on Ivan's bed; the camera's lens captured them on their side angle. They're fully clothed during the steamy kiss. Based from the details, it was taken months ago, when they're still on their early stage of 'being-comfortable-to-each-other'; in other words, being a couple. He remembered that this was the time when they're practicing on how to kiss—but 'mastering' the act of kissing would be a more appropriate term.

Gilbert laid his head at the headboard, slouched his back against two pillows. His right arm placed around Ivan's shoulder, his left hand holding his roommate's face. He was sitting on his man's lap, both of his legs parted on the sides, positioned his feet together behind his man. Ivan seated casually on the bed; knees flexed, crossed both his feet underneath to give enough space for his little bunny to sit on comfortably on his lap. His upper body bended forward, his left hand explored inside Gilbert's shirt while his other hand held the phone. The Russian even took a quick glance at the camera by not breaking the kiss. He slightly adjusted the phone's location and then focused back on kissing his little bunny.

Gilbert had never watched himself in action. He smirked; damn he was good and so as his man. During the thirteen-minute long video, it wasn't all wild kiss; alternating light to deep with peck kisses in between. Gilbert can clearly see on how their tongues move when their lips part a little, their head constantly shifts from one side to another and noticed the squeaky kissing sounds they create accompanied by soft moans from time to time—hearing those wonderful sounds turned him on. The German can feel that he's getting in heat and started to feel aroused just by watching them being affectionate to each other.

"Thank you for your time sir." Ivan said as he stood up from his seat, and shook hands with one of his professors. Slowly closed the door of the department's faculty office, he halted and stared at the documents he is holding. He sighed, and started to walk but still his eyes were focus on the paper. His mind processed a lot of thoughts, too busy that he wasn't able to realize that a group of girls were in front of him.

"Ahh! Oh my-!" surprisingly said by one of the girls he collides with; as three of her books and two colored pens dropped on the tiled hallway floor.

"I'm terribly sorry!" Ivan immediately took the books and the pens and handed over to the girl.

"It's okay. Please watch where you're going." She smiled. She has one of the kindest and sweetest smiles Ivan saw from all the girls he met. Her long, brown, lightly curled hair, round green eyes, pretty face and lively personality would win any man's heart.

"Thank you, I'll be careful next time." he sheepishly smiled back at her.

"I'm Elizabeta Hedervary. And you are?" she offered her right hand as she clutched her left arm to hold her notebooks and placed her black designer hand bag at her shoulder.

"Ivan Braginski. Nice to meet you." he then took her hand and greet her.

Elizabeta's two girl friends also introduced themselves to the Russian.

Across the hallway, Gilbert searched at every corner to look for his roommate. He is sure that Ivan's next class would be one of the classrooms at the left wing; brought his roommate's phone to hand it over to him. From a distance he saw Ivan talking to a group of girls. The German hides from a corner beside a mounted red fire extinguisher on the wall. He peeked, not wanted to be noticed. He was surprised to see who was Ivan was talking to, no other than the girl of his dreams—Elizabeta.

He scorned as he watched them in curiosity. Unaware that his hands clenched for some unwanted emotions he's currently feeling. He may not hear what they're talking about but for sure he felt like he was crushed at that moment—it was clearly jealousy. But other than that was confusion; confused whom he is jealous with. At one side he was cursing the Russian on his mind, is Ivan hitting on Elizabeta? He's betraying him. It may seem crazy but he is also feeling jealous towards Elizabeta, does she like the Russian? He might be selfish but Gilbert hates when Ivan focus on others, he wanted Ivan all to himself.

With few chats about here and there, Ivan excused himself from the ladies and rushed off to the opposite lane where Gilbert is. The three girls halted in their place as they watch Ivan walked away. ELizabeta's two friends kept on giggling and slightly pushing her on the shoulder; mocking her with the guy they just met. The two girls doing a gossip act and whispering to each other while looking at Elizabeta, making fun of her.

"Knock it off you two." The Hungarian girl said, pretending to be annoyed. She flipped her hair on her side as she rolls her eyes but obviously she liked the attention since a smile and a light blush is noticeable on her face.

Immediately Gilbert turned his body to the opposite side as Elizabeta and her friends walked to the corner near him. He concentrated on hearing the girls' conversation as they passed by.

"He's hot! He's tall! And he has a sexy accent!" One of the girls praised Ivan. In an instant he the Russian had fans.

"I know! Did you ask for his number? Share it!" The other one said with enthusiasm.

"Girls, enough okay?" Elizabeta said with a cheerful voice.

"Damn it, where did I put those keys?" Annoyed and frustrated. Ivan searched his pockets and bag four times already. His apartment keys were nowhere to be found. He usually arrives at home earlier than his roommate so he expected no one is inside the apartment. He quits and shrugged of with a heavy sigh, he also forgot his phone knowing that there's no other quick way to contact his roommate. Their apartment's main door suddenly opened, Gilbert got home earlier.

"Thank God you're here already. I forgot my keys." Ivan smiled timidly, but as he was about to enter, Gilbert blocked the entrance with his right hand stretched out on the side.

"What's with you and Elizabeta?" Gilbert asked seriously, his crimson eyes glared straight forward at the man in front of him.

The Russian was dumbfounded. "What are you talking about?" Gilbert just continued to stare at him. With a moment of silence and the failure of his man to answer to his demands, he shuts the door and locked it.

"Please open up." Ivan begged as he knocked on the door and twist the knob. Stressed and tired from the whole day, he's not really in the mood to play games with his roommate. He sat on the cold floor facing the door then took out one of his notebook and pen from his bag. Tore a blank page from the notebook and wrote something on it. Folded it in half and slid it under the door, hoping Gilbert would notice the paper and read it. A couple of minutes later, the paper was sent back to him. He unfolds it and his roommate wrote the same question he asked awhile ago.

Ivan explained every detail on what happened with him and Elizabeta at the hallway earlier that day. A few more questions from Gilbert were being answered through the same process. Peaceful conversations were made from both sides written in a single paper. As Ivan was about to slid the paper again, his roommate opened the door for him to enter.

"Are you still mad?" Ivan asked as he stood up. Gilbert didn't answer back and just moved to let his roommate in. "You don't have to worry. I'm not interested at her because i-i…"

"You what?" the German asked.

"Well, she's not really my type. But she's really beautiful." The Russian showed a forced timid smile. He looked down then mumbled "…no wonder you really like her." His smile disappeared as he passed by his roommate.

TBC.

Sorry for grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading.