A/N: You're allowed to kill me for making you wait more than a month for an update lol =) I'd like to thank my beta once again! I would also like to thank my readers who have stuck through with me this long, I really appreciate it! 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 7: Priceless
Gilbert walked into the house carrying a content smile with him. Taking off his shoes, he shuffled over to the couch. He felt so carefree that he hadn't
noticed his brother sitting on the couch as well.
"What took you so long?" Ludwig asked.
"Hmmm...?" Gilbert hummed in response.
"You're in a good mood, what happened?"
"Nothing really," he mumbled.
"You're such a bad liar," the blue-eyed man laughed.
"Well, I never said that I was a good one," the elder German laughed.
"So, tell me. What happened?"
"Ivan took me to a park surrounded by sunflowers and then...we..." Gilbert could feel his face reddening. "We...almost...ah...kissed, but then you called
me. So we didn't, but then I pecked his cheek when we said goodbye."
Ludwig looked at his brother with soft eyes. "Bruder, you really like him don't you?" Gilbert shyly nodded. "I mean, you didn't get this worked up over
Matthew before."
"Really?" Gilbert asked. His brother nodded a "yes" in response, making Gilbert smile.
"I'm glad," the younger German paused. "I'm glad you're finally able to smile again."
"Don't get too sappy on me, Ludwig!" the red-eyed man joked. "I think Feliciano is rubbing off on you!"
"Sh-shut up!" he muttered embarrassed. "Oh, so did you tell Ivan yet?"
"No, not yet," Gilbert sighed. "I'm afraid of his reaction."
"You make it sound worse than it is. I mean, there is no shame in-" Gilbert cut in before he went any further.
"Bruder, please, I don't want to talk about it."
"You can't run away from your past, Gilbert," Ludwig said with a stern voice.
The elder German sighed. "I think it's time to call it a night."
"Gute Nacht Gilbert. Think about what I said."
"Yeah, okay Bruder," Gilbert said as he trudged off to the bedroom.
Feeling his good mood deflate into depression, he flopped down onto his bed. Pulling out his phone, he called the one person he wanted to talk to: Ivan.
"Hello?"
"Hey Ivan, it's Gilbert. What are you up to?"
"I just got home. What's wrong?" Ivan asked with concern.
"Can you just talk to me? It can be about anything, I just want to hear your voice," Gilbert confessed.
The Russian laughed, "Well then..." Ivan started talking about the first thing that he thought of; sunflowers. After that, he talked about projects he was working on for his business and then a movie he wanted to see. By eleven Ivan had paused in his talking to listen to Gilbert's even breathing. Some people might be offended that someone fell asleep on them talking, but not Ivan. He smiled and said one last thing before he hung up. "Good night, Gilbert."
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Ivan hung up the phone and placed it on his nightstand next to his bed. He had been getting ready for bed when Gilbert had called. Today had gone well, he thought. He felt closer to Gilbert and he now had another reason to love the field of sunflowers at the park. Natalia was leaving tomorrow, so he wouldn't have to deal with her till whenever she decided to show up next. Settling under the covers, he reached for the lamp, which Natalia had replaced, shutting it off and waiting for sleep to take him.
Ivan was awoken the next morning by his alarm clock going off. He reached his arm over to shut it off, groggily cracking his eyes open. Sitting up, he saw another body in bed with him. 'What the...?' he thought.
He recognized the blonde hair immediately. "Natalia! What are you doing?"
"Mmm...big brother," she mumbled, opening an eye.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
"I sneaked in while you were sleeping," she smiled. "I wanted to spend my last night with you."
"I'll drive you to the airport," he sighed and got up from bed. "I have work, so hurry up." Ivan walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
Natalia laid in bed as she watched her brother walk into the bathroom. Her pleased smile faded into a sadder one: she never got to see her brother; he refused to come home. She sighed and closed her eyes. 'Why won't he understand that I love him?' she thought. She reluctantly rolled out of bed to collect her bags for Belarus.
Ivan stepped out of the shower, his wet hair dripping onto the tiled floor. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off and wrapped it around his waist. Going through his daily routine, he walked into his room to the closet. 'What suit to wear today?' he pondered as he opened the closet door.
Pulling out a black suit and laying it on the bed, he walked back and picked out an ash grey button down shirt with a black and grey tie. 'Boxers or briefs?' he thought while he walked to a drawer. He decided to reach in and see what he pulled up. Digging his hand in, he pulled out purple silk boxers. 'Fair enough.'
After he finished tying his tie into a double windsor, he picked up his phone and wallet from the nightstand. Putting his wallet in his back right pocket and his phone in his right front pocket, he went to get Natalia and drive her to the airport. Ivan opened his bedroom door and walked to his living room and found his sister sitting on the couch with her luggage by the door.
"Big brother," Natalia started. "You'll take care of yourself when I'm gone, right?"
"Da, I will," he responded. "Let's go, I have to get to work."
They both walked out to Ivan's black Mercedes-Benz CL65 AMG. Opening the trunk, he helped his sister put the bags in. She gave her thanks as he started up the car. The drive was silent on the way to the airport; Ivan chose to say nothing. He hadn't even bothered to turn the radio on. Finally, they arrived at the airport. Natalia got her bags out of the trunk and put them on the curb.
"Thanks for letting me stay with you," she smiled.
Ivan sighed, "You're still my sister. I wouldn't be that mean."
"So, if I weren't your sister I probably would've been on the street?"
"Probably," Ivan laughed.
"Thanks, love you too," she said as she rolled her eyes.
"Don't miss your flight," Ivan responded. "I'm going now, don't come by anytime soon."
"You're such a dick!" she yelled. Ivan only laughed and drove off to work.
Ivan drove deep into the city, parking his car in the garage he stepped out. He walked over to an elevator to take him up to his office. Stepping in, he pressed the button with a "7" on it. He had to be prepared for a meeting later in the day, so he thought to go ahead and set up the room. The elevator doors opened up to the seventh floor and he stepped out, taking long strides to the meeting room. As he walked by, people stopped and said, "Dobraye Ootra, Mr. Braginski" or "Guten Morgen, Herr Braginski." Since his corporation had a mix of German and Russian workers in it, he didn't mind. A majority of them spoke German, Russian and English. Walking into the meeting room, he found his secretary tidying up the room.
His secretary looked up when he heard the door open. "Ah, Mr. Braginski, welcome back. How was your weekend?"
"It was good, thanks. I see you took the liberty of preparing this for me," he gestured to the papers sitting in front of the chairs on the table.
"Yes, I assumed it would be better if I took care of the set up and let you relax till the meeting started."
"Thanks Yao," Ivan smiled at the shorter man.
"You're welcome, Mr. Braginski," Yao smiled back.
"Well, I'll be heading to my office then," Ivan turned to walk out of the room when Yao grabbed his hand. "Yao? What are you doing?"
"Ivan, did you think of what I said?"
Ivan yanked his hand free. "No, I didn't," he said sternly. "I told you that what happened was a one-time thing."
"But I don't understand!" Yao exclaimed. Ivan leaned over and pulled the door shut.
"Yao, please don't make a scene," the Russian man took a step away from the Chinese man.
"Ivan, we had something! I want something more with you!"
"The only relationship we have is boss and subordinate. Don't think that there was ever anything more," Ivan opened the door and walked out; heading back to the elevator. 'Why did I get involved with him in the first place?' Ivan asked himself. The elevator doors opened, stepping in he pressed the button with a "19" on it.
Months before he had met Gilbert, he and Yao had gotten wasted and slept together, once. Just that one time and Yao wouldn't let it go. He himself didn't regret it, he just wanted Yao to drop it and move on. The elevator dinged and Ivan stepped out then went to his private elevator to go to the twentieth floor. It was his private floor for his office, the only other person on the floor with him was his secretary. He strode across the floor to his desk. Sitting down, he began preparing for his meeting.
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Gilbert had been awoken by what seemed to be a stampede running through the house. Groaning, he rolled out of bed to go tame the wild animals that were let loose. He opened his bedroom door and found his brother, Ludwig, frantic.
"Bruder, what's going on?" the elder German mumbled.
"I'm looking for my tie!" Ludwig yelled from his room.
Sighing, Gilbert shuffled over to the room. "Ludwig, your tie..." he started, trying to hold back a laugh.
"My tie what?"
"It's around your neck!" Gilbert said as he laughed.
"Oh," the younger German reached up to adjust his tie then grabbed his black leather briefcase.
"What's gotten you in such a panic?" Gilbert mused.
"I have a meeting today," Ludwig grabbed some papers lying on his dresser and put them in the briefcase. "I'll be going to Ivan's company."
Gilbert perked up. "What kind of business does he do?"
"Mostly the oil business."
"Oh cool. Tell him I said 'Hi'," Gilbert smiled.
"Why don't you come with me?" Ludwig suggested. "I always go a couple hours early just to chat with him or go over work."
"Y-yeah sure! Let me get ready," Gilbert rushed to the shower. Quickly showering, he then ran back to his room and picked out his only suit. Pulling out his suit, which was black, he looked for a shirt and tie. He found a dark blue button down and a white tie. Getting dressed and tying his tie into a double
windsor, he pulled his black dress shoes then went to join his brother for breakfast. Gilbert sat down at the table and noticed that Ludwig had put on a hot pink tie, courtesy of Feliciano he guessed.
"Uh...Bruder?" Gilbert hesitantly questioned.
"Yes?"
"Why are you wearing a hot pink tie?"
"What?" Ludwig laughed as he looked down at the tie. It indeed was a hot pink tie. Ludwig quickly got up and ran to his room to find a different tie. After he came out once again, Gilbert noticed that he changed his whole outfit. He now had a black colored suit with a forest green button down shirt and a black tie. Ludwig sat down at the kitchen table again and pulled on his black dress shoes.
"Better?" he asked.
"You didn't have to change to a different suit," Gilbert chuckled.
"Shut up!"
"Why are you so nervous? Could it be that Feliciano is going to be there?" the elder German mused.
"N-no!" the blue-eyed man defended himself.
"Sure," Gilbert laughed again. Finishing their breakfast, they headed for Ludwig's white BMW M3 Coupe. Ludwig threw his briefcase in the backseat and started the car to head to Ivan's company. Gilbert climbed into the car and they sped off to Ivan's work.
After a short twenty minute drive, Ludwig's car rolled into the entrance of the parking garage. Finding a parking lot, both men stepped out of the car and walked to the building's glass doors. They walked to the reception desk, getting a "Good morning" from the lady sitting behind the counter. Both men walked past the desk, nodding in response and went to the elevators. Gilbert trailed behind his younger brother as they walked.
The elevator doors opened and they stepped in, Ludwig pressed the button with a "19" on it. The ride up was quiet, it stopped every once and a while to let people on and off. After finally reaching their desired floor, Ludwig walked out, with Gilbert in tow, to a desk with a man sitting behind a computer.
"How may I help you?" the man asked.
"Is Ivan free?" Ludwig asked.
"He's preparing for a meeting, but I can take a message," he smiled.
"Yes, I know. Just tell him that we're coming up."
"Let me call him," Yao, the secretary, quickly picked up the phone. After a short conversation with his boss, he sent them upstairs. The elevator doors opened and Ivan went to greet the men, but only expecting Ludwig. Ivan locked eyes with Gilbert when he saw him; his eyes were like pools of warm lava, Ivan couldn't look anywhere else.
"Gilbert?" the Russian questioned, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Ivan, hey," Gilbert smiled. "I came to see your work."
"Well, this is my business," he gestured around the room. "Ludwig, Feliciano is sitting over at the table in the next room. I assumed you'd want to talk with him."
"Uh...yeah, thanks," Ivan nodded to the younger German as he quickly walked to the next room.
Ivan walked up to Gilbert till he was able to pull the German closer to him. Ivan wrapped his arms around Gilbert's waist, pulling their bodies together.
"Gilbert," he breathed. "You look so good in a suit."
"So, what do I look like when I'm not wearing a suit?" Gilbert mused.
"Let me show you," Ivan whispered.
Before Gilbert had a chance to respond, Ivan's lips were on his own. Getting over the shock, the German melted into the kiss. Ivan traced his tongue on Gilbert's lips. The German didn't put up any resistance and let him in. The Russian's tongue danced with Gilbert's and then went to explore his mouth. Ivan pulled Gilbert closer, wanting to feel every inch of his body that he could. His hands traveled up the German's back and threaded through his hair. Gilbert had done the same to the Russian man, he felt like he had shot to the moon. They broke for air, gasping while their hot breath mingled with each other.
"How was that?" Ivan asked.
"Mmmm..." Gilbert hummed. "I think I'll need another demonstration."
The Russian laughed. "I can do that."
~chapter~
A/N: -Casually uploads at 4am NBD- Hope everyone had a good holiday season! Happy Holidays! See you in chapter 8!
Chapter 8: Within My Hands