A/N: I know it's late, but it's out! I'd like to thank my beta once again! Please enjoy! ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Warnings: SWEARING AU OOC. So please if you don't like, then don't read. Do not complain that they are OOC, because I warned you TWICE.

Rages

Chapter 6: Overlapping

Gilbert eyed the woman as she sat down at the table; the air grew tense around them. Gilbert spoke first.

"Who are you?"

The woman looked to him with a smirk. "I'm Natalia Arlovskaya. Didn't Ivan tell you about me?"

"N-no, he didn't," he whispered and looked to his fumbling hands.

"Let me guess," she laughed. "I bet he didn't tell you that I was the reason he went to Russia."

Gilbert looked to Ivan, "No, he didn't."

"Don't feel left out," she snickered. "I just found out something new about him today. Though I'm sure you already know."

He looked from the quiet Ivan to Natalia on his left, "What do you mean?"

"You mean you don't know?"

"What don't I know?" he asked with annoyance.

"I see," Natalia smirked wickedly. "Well, it's nothing too important."

Ivan, seething with rage, hadn't spoken a word. 'Why is she here? Why the fuck is she here?'

"Go home."

They both looked at Ivan, Natalia amused, Gilbert confused. "Go home," the Russian repeated.

"But I just got here," she playfully whined.

"Go home."

"To where? Home as in Belarus or your house?" she looked to Gilbert, who was looking at Ivan in disbelief.

'What did she say? He lives with her? Are they going out?' The German man wanted answers to his questions, but didn't have the heart to ask them. It was bad enough that he liked Ivan so much already, but to find out this? It broke his heart to hear. He continued to stare at Ivan, hoping for an answer, anything to tell him he was wrong.

"Why are you even here?" Ivan growled.

"Isn't it obvious? I missed you." 'This is it,' she thought. 'Let's see how that boy reacts now.' "After what happened last night, I'm surprised you didn't want more." Natalia leaned over the table, attempting to drape herself on him. Ivan abruptly stood, avoiding his sister on purpose.

"Natalia, stop. You're making a scene."

She smirked up at him as he started looming over her. "Don't be so scary," she teased.

"Ummm..." Gilbert mumbled, going unheard. "I think I need to use the bathroom." He quickly got up and left for the bathroom. Ivan turned to watch Gilbert walk away. 'Where is he going?' he thought. Shaking his head, he once again seated himself at the table.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"It was just a coincidence," she huffed.

"Yeah right," Ivan scoffed.

"Really, it is. I'm meeting Ludwig here for lunch,. He said he had some things he wanted to discuss with me." She slumped back into her seat. "I hope you know that he likes you."

"Then why did you act like that?"

"Because I want you all to myself. We're going to get married and have kids and grow old together and-"

Ivan interrupted her. "For the last time Natalia, shut up."

"Why? Do I anger you?" she teased. "Do I make your blood boil? Wouldn't it be nice to just let it all go?"

Ivan's body started moving on its own. He felt like he could only watch what was about to happen. It reminded him of watching television, where you could only yell at the actors not to do something and you knew that wouldn't stop them. His hand reached for the knife that was sitting neatly next to the fork. Finger curling around the shaft, he picked it up. 'So close,' he thought. 'So close.'

Natalia watched her brother's actions with curiosity. He had picked up a knife and sat there frozen.

"Ivan, what are you doing?" she asked promptly. She didn't get a reply, only a smile. "Ivan?" He started laughing. "Ivan, what's going on?" she was getting an ominous feeling; her dear brother was acting strange. Ivan raised the knife from the table.

'Just do it,' he nodded and his smile grew tenfold. Footsteps were rapidly approaching his table, not running through, more of a fast-paced walk. A hand suddenly found Ivan's shoulder.

"Ivan, what are you doing here? I thought you went out with my Bruder?" Ivan did not respond to the man, he sat there frozen. "Ivan?"

"You're late Ludwig," Natalia said, a trace of annoyance in her voice.

"It seems that I came just in time." He reached down and grabbed the knife from the Russian's hand. "Ivan, where's Gilbert?"

"B-bathroom," Ivan whispered.

"Thank you," Ludwig nodded. "What is going on here?"

"We were just finishing our conversation, weren't we?" Natalia looked at Ivan.

Ivan looked back at her, "I guess so." Natalia stood and wandered back to her table. Both of the men watched her leave.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the German growled.

"What do you mean?"

"You looked like you were going to kill her!" Ivan looked at him with an expressionless face. "Now I am going to my brother, I'll see you later." Ivan nodded and watched the angry German stomp off to the bathroom. Sighing, he took a drink of his raspberry lemonade. He flagged down the waiter and asked for the bill.

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"Gilbert?" Ludwig called.

"Ludwig?" he responded confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I have lunch with Natalia. What are you doing in the bathroom?"

"Oh...ahhh," the elder German responded.

"We'll talk more at home. Go back to Ivan, Natalia is gone. I think now is the time to talk to him."

Gilbert nodded and left to rejoin Ivan. Walking towards the table, he saw Ivan sitting with his face in his hands.

"Ivan?" Gilbert called.

Said man turned around. "Let's go. I already paid for the bill."

"What?" the German exclaimed. "You said that the next time we go out to eat, I would pay!" Ivan didn't respond, instead he got up and walked out the door. Gilbert hurried after him; reaching the car, he got in. "Ivan, what's wrong? Who was she?"

"It's none of your concern."

Gilbert huffed in response, "Just when I think we're getting somewhere, we're really just talking in circles."

"I'm sorry Gilbert. It's just that I can't control myself around that woman," he admitted. Ivan started the car and headed out of the lot. "Did you still want to go to a park?"

"Sure," the German responded. They wordlessly drove down the roads till Ivan reached a park. Both men got out of the car and started walking along a dirt trail.

"Look at all these sunflowers!" Gilbert exclaimed.

"Yes, I know. I come here often and just admire them," the Russian man smiled. They continued to walk down the path to find a stone bench, where they sat down and gazed out at the sunflowers wavering in the breeze.

"I feel like time is frozen here," Gilbert smiled. "It's so calm."

Ivan laughed in response. "I'd come here everyday if I could."

"Why don't you?"

"Because I don't think I would ever leave." Gilbert smiled and relaxed into the bench slightly leaning on Ivan in the process. "Tell me," Ivan started. "Tell me why I feel so content now when I was so angry earlier."

Gilbert felt Ivan's arm settle on his shoulders. The German smiled at the gesture. "I think it's because when you're with someone who cares for you, you can't help but feel happy."

"Is that so?" Gilbert nodded in response. They sat there in silence, but not a tense silence like earlier. This was a content silence.

Gilbert sighed, "Who was the woman?"

"That was Natalia," he said without emotion.

"Is she your girlfriend?" the German asked nervously.

"God no," Ivan spat. "She's my sister."

Gilbert looked away from Ivan and smiled. He was happy that maybe, just maybe he still had a chance. Though he knew the hoping would only hurt him in the end. He didn't like that feeling, he sighed and scooted away from Ivan.

"What's wrong?" Ivan asked, his violet eyes filled with concern. Gilbert shook his head; Ivan took his hand and placed it on the German's face.

"Stop," Gilbert whispered. Ignoring his wish, he turned Gilbert's head so violet would meet red.

"Look at me," Ivan whispered even though they were the only ones there. "Gilbert..."

Gilbert's red eyes looked hopelessly into Ivan's violet ones. Ivan's hand remained on the younger man's face, cradling it gently. His arm that had been resting on the bench now wrapped around Gilbert's waist, pulling him closer. Gilbert jumped at the Russian's bold move, but welcomed it as well. They leaned in closer, noses almost touching. Ivan could feel his heart beating furiously in his ears; he could feel the other's hot breath mingling with his own. The younger man's eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, waiting for their lips to touch. Before Ivan's lips found their target, a phone went off, rudely awakening the two from their stupor and separating them almost instantly.

"S-sorry," Gilbert stuttered as he reached for his phone. Getting up from the bench and wandering down the dirt path a little, he answered his phone, "Yes Bruder? What do you want?"

Keeping a calm expression while sitting on the bench, Ivan didn't let it show that he was freaking out on the inside. 'I almost kissed him. I ALMOST KISSED HIM!' he thought as he stared out at the shorter man. 'When was the last time I felt like this?' Ivan sighed and ran a hand through his beige-blond hair.

He smiled ever so gently at the thought of kissing Gilbert. 'Why can't I get him out of my head?' Ivan heard the ground crunch before him. Looking up, he found the owner of his beloved red eyes standing before him.

"It's getting late. We should get going," Gilbert commented at the setting sun.

"Is that so?" Ivan said as he rose from the park bench. They started walking to the car, silence following them. Ivan was walking in front of Gilbert, taking longer strides because of his long legs. He suddenly stopped on the path, car in view. He held out his hand to Gilbert, hoping he'd grab it.

"Ivan?" Gilbert questioned.

"Let's walk to the car together," he smiled. Gilbert smiled affectionately back and took the outstretched hand in his own, interlacing their fingers together. A silence had once again set upon them as they continued walking, but once again it was a peaceful silence. Both men enjoying the presence of one another. Reaching the car, Ivan opened the door for Gilbert as he got in and then followed suit to his own seat.

Pulling away from the park, Ivan drove to the younger man's house. A light jazz song played from the speakers of the Audi. Arriving at the German's house in a short time, they both got out and walked to the door.

"Thanks for today. I hope we can go to see the sunflowers again," Gilbert said as he turned to face the Russian man.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my company today, as did I. Though, I am sorry about lunch."

"It's fine, really it is," Gilbert brushed it off. Ivan shook his head in disagreement, but said nothing. "Are you free tomorrow?"

"No, I've got work. Someone's got to run the business," he joked. "If I am free for lunch, we'll grab a bite. Maybe I'll let you pay."

"But only if you're free," Ivan nodded. "Gilbert..." he brought his hand up to the German's face, caressing the cheek with the back of his hand. Gilbert waited for something more to be said, but nothing came. Ivan's violet eyes gave his goodbyes away, making the German lean into the man's hand.

"Bis morgen Ivan," Gilbert whispered. His red eyes stared into the depths of the violet eyes across from him, conveying his goodbye as well. Ivan slid his hand down from Gilbert's face to his chest.

"Bis morgen Gilbert," he smiled and leaned their foreheads against each other. Gilbert worked up the courage and pecked Ivan on the cheek, watching the Russian man's eyes open with surprise made him chuckle.

"I'll call you," Gilbert said before opening the door. Ivan nodded and watched him shut the door before taking off to his own apartment.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Remember to leave a review! ^^ Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all enjoyed reading this installment and are excited to read the next one! For me neglecting to update here is a preview for next chapter. There won't be an update this week due to me attending Youmacon.

Chapter 7: Priceless