When You're In Desperate Need of an Exorcist

Pairing: Prussia/Romano

Do NOT accidentally summon demons.

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Gilbert's lips moved in soundless muttering as his finger followed sentence after sentence in his own personal bible, the book already needing reinforcements to make sure the pages didn't simply fall apart. Not that Gilbert didn't take care of his books, but this was simply a very old item, being passed down from generation to generation. And it said absolutely nothing on how to get rid of demons.

"Are you done yet, you bastard?" the strange creature behind him grumbled, flying through the air with a lot of noise coming from his flapping wings.

Gilbert hummed something noncommittal in return, before remembering that he was trying to pretend the demon wasn't there, and quickly going back to his research. It wasn't his fault he had summoned a demon and didn't know how to get rid of it! He was a devoted priest, only doing his job! He had just been a little curious when he'd encountered a strange sentence in Latin and decided to read it out loud, was it his fault that this foul beast had been called upon by that act? No. No, it wasn't.

Gilbert could feel every nerve in his body stand on end when the demon propped his chin atop a shoulder, trying to read along with him.

"I cannot concentrate like this," Gilbert said through gritted teeth, upon which the demon (who had introduced himself as Lovino, but Gilbert refused to call him that) let out a single barking laugh.

"Oh, you call me all the way over here without anything to do, and then you are the one who can't concentrate? Lo stupido."

"Just shut up and let me work," Gilbert hissed, trying even harder to ignore the other's presence, tip of his nose almost touching the pages as he bent over to read.

Lovino quirked an eyebrow- Gilbert couldn't see it, but even within the fifteen minutes he had come to know the demon, he guessed that was what he would do right now.

"Oh my. Such dirty words for a priest," he said dryly, giving a sarcastic swish of the tail. "But speaking of dirty…" He wrapped his arms around the other's waist, making Gilbert shudder at the invasive contact. "I just thought of something we can do while I'm here. To pass the time."

"What are you-" Gilbert turned his head just as a wet tongue licked at his cheek, hands flying under his robes to try and unbuckle his belt.

Oh.

No.

Faster than light Gilbert whirled around and pushed the other off, holding him at an arm's length with a furious gaze. "Priests do not have sex with demons, du Hurensohn!"

Lovino gave a sultry pout, not at all resembling the wicked monsters stories always made demons out to be. "You're no fun," he sighed, ruffling his wings in agitation.

Gilbert's expression hardened further as a sudden thought of "cute" intruded his conscious thought, and quickly turned back to his book.

"Whatever. I don't care. Go fuck a horse if you want to have sex so badly."

"Oh, I will!" Lovino snapped before turning around, barely ducking out of the way when Gilbert threw the book at him (and instantly regretted it, kneeling down to ask for forgiveness as Lovino's cackling filled the empty church).