Following the music-to hell with classes!-a rather strangely colored male snuck through the halls. Silver-white hair, faceted with ash blond and platinum shades, deep red-burgundy eyes, pale skin. Often called an albino - not an insult, he figured it was about right - and poked fun at for being much smaller than his younger brother, not that he was any less powerful in strength or intelligent, he was just smaller. Where his brother had thick muscles, he had much thinner ones. He could still lift just as heavy things as his brother... but... Oh what the fuck did he care, he was just as awesome as his brother. He stuck his head into the music room, and remained silent. Found you! Kesesese... His antics and personality were both loud enough to disturb the quiet music, although it was quite pretty. Except he didn't know what the piece was called or the composer. Shit like that wasn't interesting to him.
The Austrian froze, but only for a split second, not long enough to miss a note. Someone was in there.. Roderich cringed slightly to himself. He never acted it, but he actually was quite nervously performing around others. What if he were to mess up? His reputation would be ruined. Tensing up quite visibly, the brunette played his damndest. He refused to mess up when there was even the smallest chance of that being someone of importance. Who was it, anyways?
For a moment he was still, peeking into the doorway, watching his prey. Then he snuck in, though it wasn't really... sneaking, his standard issue dress shoes - which by the way he hated because he had to keep them shiny and he did not do things that did not scuff up shoes - made noises as he walked. Roderich frowned, dress shoes.. School regulation ones? So it was a student watching him? Well, he guessed that would be fine. It's not like he didn't have students watching him perform before. ..wait.. Is that.. Beer and.. Chicken!? Only one student I know would smell of alcohol and baby chickens so strongly..
Gilbert, his ridiculous grin plastered on his face, snuck up to right behind the brunette on the piano bench. Kesesesesesesesesesese...~ He resisted the urge to laugh out loud. He knew he was totally going to get smacked for this later.
The Austrian frowned darkly, his fingers on the keys speeding up, hitting more shrill and loud notes. The tune became more dark, more angry, more.. Violent. Having taken on playing a piece of Chopin's, Roderich's expression became more and more shadowed. Hopefully the creepiness of the music would drive that idiot away.
Gilbert snorted, which would have been audible - and very much so - if the music hadn't changed to Chopin. That was the only composer he could remember, considering this one only played it when he was angry, of course that small bit of amusement had been quiet, so it went unheard, mostly.
"Why're you so angry? I came to visit you, don't be a jerk." He said, wrapping his arms around Roderich's middle. He'd taken a seat beside the brunet rather fast, and was nuzzling against the skinny one's shoulder. The brunette cringed, turning ridged. What was that stupid Prussian doing? And why was he touching him!? Roderich felt his cheeks heat up, and he looked away from the albino intently.
"Be appreciative that I'm ditching class for you." He added, laughing a bit. Gilbert stared at the side of the brunet's face. All at once a little chick popped out of the back of his shirt, this didn't surprise the Prussian, the little bird managed to get to the top of his head. "Pii pii pii pii~" it chirped.
"Get. Off." he growled, pausing in his playing. What an insolent fool. Touching him, how disgusting. And he was wrinkling his uniform! "Why must you.. Touch me?"
The Austrian groaned a moment later, realizing he worded that horribly for the person he was dealing with. Why him..
"Fft. Why shouldn't I touch you?" Gilbert snorted, he hugged Roderich tighter, pulling him closer.
"Hmm, maybe because it's an inappropriate action," he growled, pulling away from the Prussian slightly.
"Hehehehe...~ Hey, everyone's going drinking Friday night and we're making West pay, wanna come?" He asked, knowing that the Austrian would probably say 'No, I don't want to be see in public with you.' and either shove him off, or hit him. Or both.
Prussia's hands wandered to Austria's hips, and chest. Roderich's cheeks turned bright red as he felt hand roaming on his body. Sputtering, he tried squirming away from Gilbert, "G-get your hands off me, you lecherous pig!"
"So you're not happy to see me? Jeez... Oh well, this is more entertaining than Psyche class." He rambled a bit, snuggling against Roderich. He sighed a bit. He could at least pretend to be happy. Gosh. Getting all this attention from someone as awesome as me.
The Austrian's fingers crashed down on the keys, ringing in several notes of unharmonic tones, creating a sickly clang. Roderich cringed, making a note in the back of his head to give the piano a good tuning and shine later. Adverting his gaze to the floor, Roderich frowned.
"Fine. I'll go."
"Uh... what? Go where?" Gilbert's eyebrow arched, the key smashing didn't surprise him much, it figures. "Go home with me?" He asked, hugging onto Roderich tighter, his stupid grin still on his face. "C'mon you know you'd want to, 'cause I'm awesome."
Always with his reasoning. I am pretty damn awesome though, and Roddy knows it, everybody does. He rambled in his head. Kesesesese~ "So whaddya say? Heheheh." He nuzzled against Roderich's neck, pulling the brunette against him to do that.
Roderich frowned, staring up at the Prussian with violet eyes, blankly.
"..imbecile. I wouldn't agree to that unless I was drunk. Even then I probably wouldn't." The Austrian elbowed Gilbert swiftly, and extremely hard, to the gut. "So don't be stupid, you know what I meant."
In pain, Gilbert laughed.
Roderich looked to the albino, clearly unamused with his childish behavior. Why can't he just act his age. He has so much potential.. he thought to himself, sighing. The brunette stared at Gilbert intently, then looked away swiftly, his cheeks burning.
"I know, I know, you walk yourself into shit like that though." He said, shrugging, "But great, great." He smirked. If it takes you being drunk then so be it, heheheheh. His reddish eyes looked at Roderich's face, or what he could see of it.
Hah! He's blushing! Even though he'd been elbowed in the stomach, he didn't seem too affected by it, but he was, in fact it was taking a lot for him not to just let go of Roderich and hold onto himself in pain. "Kesesese~ tonights gonna be awesome~" He mused.
"Oh shut your trap, Gilbert."
"Ehhh... I would but, I don't wanna." Gilbert said, shrugging. For a moment his mind was blank, and the room was silent, if a pin had dropped they would have heard it miles away.
Roderich kept his gaze off Gilbert, not meeting his eyes. Anytime they came close to direct eye contact, he adverted his eyes quickly, nervous. Why was he nervous, anyways? Preposterous! What's so special that he bothers me?
"Whatever you say, moron," he grumbled, pouting slightly. It probably would end horribly. Why had he even agreed to this? Maybe he should back out now.. No, no. The Prussian would only taunt and tease him if he did. How annoying.
"You know whining doesn't work on me~" He said then, noticing Roderich's pouting. "And neither does pouting, Princess." He added, laughing. Oh he was going to get his ass beat for that, but that was okay with him, because he was telling the truth when he called Austria a princess, it was ridiculous to think he wasn't the way he acted and dressed and... stuff. Anyway, Fritz had even said 'That guy would only look good in dresses.' too. So... yeah! Roderich being a princess totally made sense to Prussia.
"Well you should any.. wa.. --"
The Austrian turned bright red, setting his coldest glare for Gilbert. A princess?
"P-princess? I am a man, you fool!" he fumed, trying to get the heat in his cheeks to go away. What was the Prussian on? Princess' were.. girly.. and he was.. q-quite manly. Quite manly indeed!
"I should beat your face in for that comment, Gilbert!" he snarled, elbowing the albino in the exact same spot as before. Even harder this time. Oh yes, even harder.
Gilbert choked on his laughter when Roderich elbowed him.
Like, literally choked. He coughed.
"Hey! Dude that's not cool at all..." He groaned, moving one of his arms to hold onto his stomach. Coughing a few times more, he regained his awesomeness, and... Shoved Austria away.
Shocking though that might have been, it was short lived. Gilbert had shoved him just far enough away to be able to tackle him off the bench. Now being gentle with him was not the name of the game, if the Austrian was so 'manly' indeed, then he could handle a little roughhousing.
Gilbo was out to prove his point.
"G-gilbert! What in the world are you--!!" The Austrian let out a cry of mild pain as his back connected with the hard tile floor. He rub the back of his head where it bumped the ground also, his brow furrowing in pain. "Ow.."
He fixed a hard glare at Gilbert, bringing his hand back and then slapping the Prussian in the face. Roderich hoped it hurt profusely, and judging by the sickening slap and the slight tinge of pain shooting through his hand as a result, he guessed it did.
"What kind of imbecile are you!? One of us could have seriously been injured!"
Oh, harsh. The slap hurt, but, Gilbert disguised the pain expertly. Perhaps Elizaveta had a hand in that... "See? Worrying about getting hurt? Men don't do that, but princess' do." Gilbert said, nodding his head. "So hah! I win, and wanna know why I win?!" Dramatically - or overdramatically - he paused. "Because I'm awesome and you're not! Hahahaha!" He laughed, and shifted so he was directly over Roderich.
The Prussian's laughter continued until he ran out of breath, and then he smirked down at Austria. "Seriously." He muttered. "You're not really a man when you whine about getting hurt."
"Just because I'm worried about your safety doesn't mean I'm a girl!" he shouted, pushing against Gilbert. He didn't understand the Prussian. Why does he tease him so much?
"My safety? Fuck that." He snorted, laughing some more. "My safety doesn't mean shit, you know how I am." He added, and then his expression was serious.
"Why.. Are you such a jerk.." the brunette mumbled, rubbing his cheek in embarrassment. Roderich squirmed slightly, trying to get out of Gilbert's hold. Why me..?
"You worry too much, Princess." he said, and leaned down, grinning. "So stop worrying, and then maybe you'll be a man." He shrugged, and licked Austria's nose, still grinning. Gilbert then realized he was doing stuff that would get him bruised up nicely, so he braced himself for the imminent hit.
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A/n: And that concludes part two! Up next is part one of a drabblefic. Stay tuned!
