I'm being really active, aren't I? 8D I'm finally making progress.
well, I have a definite outline on what happens now, so don't worry~
now, enjoy chapter 5 of No Reason~
He was down on his knees, panting, while he heard screams of soldiers. His soldiers. He himself could barely contain his pain. But he still grits his teeth, and raises his sword.
"Roderich, dear…"
'Still up, Roddy?" A cruel voice said. The man's silver hair was already dyed red with blood, but his grin was still up as he held a battered, and bloody sword in one hand.
'Silence,' Was all Roderich could say. His breath was ragged and the sword felt heavier and heavier by the second. He swung it down with all his might—
"Dear, wake up…we're here now."
-But the albino dodged it easily. Gilbert grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up so he was face to face. They glared at each other for a few seconds, before Gilbert laughed. He laughed like a madman; like a lunatic, but he still gripped the cloth tightly. Roderich tried to raise his sword again, but it was too heavy. His arm let go of it and it fell with a clang.
"Silesia is mine," Roderich muttered through gritted teeth. "It will forever be the heart of Austria."
"That, my friend," Gilbert replied just as menacingly, "Is the reason why I want that pathetic piece of land of yours." He pulled him closer until Roderich could feel every deep breath the Prussian gave. "This is the last time you'll see Silesia." He whispered. He let go of the Austrian and walked away. Roderich, panting heavily at this point, seized his sword again and tried to charge at him once more, but the Prussian merely flicked his sword, and his once again flew out of his hand.
"Play time's over, Roddy." He said softly, leaving Roderich to just stand there, hearing the cries and everything around him burn…
"Gee, Roddy, did you overwork yourself?" Elizaveta commented as Roderich snapped awake.
"My apologies," he mumbled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. When he looked through the window of his carriage, they were in the middle of a vast forest. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"So you weren't joking when you said that we would be in the heart of the forest." He smiled. He stood up and exited the carriage, with a rucksack in hand. He bid goodbye to the driver and waited for the Hungarian to appear once the carriage was gone.
She wasn't there.
When he whipped his head around, he saw Elizaveta grinning and waving at him.
"Wait!" He called, panicked. He tried to run after the carriage, but it was futile effort since it easily went ahead. He cursed his luck with that Hungarian, before he took a good look around him. Oh dear, he wasn't good with directions. All he could see were trees that seemed to go infinitely beyond all directions. He was about to collapse out of panic before someone called his name.
"Roddy?"
Oh no. This wasn't happening. When he turned around, he found Gilbert, standing in his usual attire of T-Shirt and riding trousers. He grinned when he confirmed it was Roderich, and made his way towards him. "About time you showed up."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Roderich said with as much spite as possible. The Prussian smirked and walked over towards him. The Austrian glared at him with distaste.
"Never thought you'd use normal language instead of your prissy, uptight one." He commented while patting him on the shoulder. "We should start getting comfortable now."
"W-What?" Roderich stuttered. "Who said we should—"
"We're camping, Roddy." Gilbert said, rolling his eyes. "It's not like you want to sleep on the ground. Your precious clothes would get ruined, right? Besides," he continued as he started setting up his tent. "I'll kill Francis for leaving me here without any heads up when we get back." When he saw Roderich's blank face, he sighed, covering his face with his hand. "You do know why we're here, right?"
"No." Roderich deadpanned. "I came here to spend time with Elizaveta, then she just left me here. And now you show up saying we're going to spend a night here?"
"A week actually," Gilbert muttered. He finished putting up the poles, and started to get work on putting the cover on. "Now are you going to stand there or help me set up our tent?"
"Our tent?" Roderich said, with growing fear in his mind. His vital regions—
"Yes, Roddy." Gilbert smirked. "Our tent. Unless you have a tent in that tiny excuse of a bag there, do you?" When no response came, he nodded with satisfaction and motioned him to go to his duffel bag. "Now go get the green cover. It's pretty hard to miss unless you can't tell what synthetic fiber is from cotton." Choosing not to say anything, Roderich opened his bag to see his clothes and the cover neatly folded and fitted. Roderich raised his eyebrows. Since when was Gilbert this neat?
"Oi," Gilbert said crossly, tapping his foot on the ground. "Are you just going to stare into my awesome bag, or help me?" Roderich sighed frustratedly and pulled out the green cover shoved it into the albino's hands.
"There." He grunted, and turned around.
"Won't you help me set it up?" Gilbert shot back, completely amused. "I did make sure to bring a tent for two people. It's not an easy thing to set up. Roderich just stood in silence, until comprehension dawned on Gilbert.
"Oh my god, Roderich, you don't know how to set up a tent, do you?"
"Sh-Shut up!" Roderich yelled red in the face. "I-I just don't think it's needed to sleep outdoors when there are lodgings inside a building."
"That, my friend," Gilbert said sarcastically, "Is called having fun, now come here so I can tell you how to," he covered his mouth to stifle the giggles, "put on the tent cover."
As much as Roderich hated to do anything with Gilbert, he had no hope of getting home, so he might as well try cooperating. It was proper, wasn't it?
On the other hand, "Proper" and "Gilbert" never went together.
"Now," Gilbert stated, holding out a corner. "Just pull this corner down on one of the corners of the poles, and nail it there," he explained, gesturing to the patch of grass when one of the connections of the poles stuck out. "There's already a hole in the cover, so you won't worry about it getting an imperfect hole when you nail it." He smirked, and he set off to nail the other corner. Roderich sighed frustratedly, and got to work. Once they were done nailing it, Gilbert motioned him to do the same on the other side. Once they were done, they had a perfectly nice tent that could fit two people.
Though, only two people.
"Well now," Gilbert huffed with satisfaction. "At least you can put that on your list of what you did that involved getting down on your knees." Roderich rolled his eyes and dragged his rucksack inside the tent.
The inside wasn't bad. At least he brought a sleeping bag. He set the bag up and went back out.
Gilbert was gone.
His heart started beating rapidly. Where was he? Roderich frantically looked at all directions, but the trees just looked more menacing and non-Gilbert. Did he leave him alone? Was this a sick joke of his to make him feel scared? Did that idiot take advantage of the fact that he didn't have any sense of direction?
"That idiot, where is he?" Roderich whispered, almost to himself. He was starting to shake uncontrollably, when—
"You look cold, and it's dead hot here." Gilbert stated. Roderich whipped his head around to see Gilbert, covered with bits of leaves and twigs. (If it weren't for Roderich's condition right now, he would have found it funny that a perfectly green leaf was stuck on his hair, and refused to be shaken off.) Roderich couldn't help but sigh in relief, and ended up smiling.
"Eh? Is my awesomeness leaving you breathless?"
"You're such a Irre," Roderich sighed, before shaking his head. "Let's just get all the things prepared."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "That's what I was doing, priss." He grinned, "Now help me find a stream. Just because we don't die doesn't mean we'll end up fainting in dehydration." Roderich nodded and was about to set out, until he froze in place.
"What now?" Gilbert said impatiently. Roderich bit his lip, before replying.
"I won't find my way back here."
This was it for Gilbert. He ended up laughing. He laughed until he wheezed and clutched his stomach. Pride was the only thing that kept Roderich from kicking his gut again. He clenched his fist and crossed his arms until the albino stopped laughing.
"Okay," Gilbert panted, but he ended up laughing again.
"Would you please stop it, already?" Roderich fumed. After Gilbert calmed down, he resumed his lopsided smirk.
"Follow me then," he said smugly, "Just keep an eye out for any sign of water."
Blushing for reasons the Austrian didn't know, he nodded and followed him.
This would be one hell of a week.
School's starting soon. :I looks like I won't update as often.
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Irre~Slang for idiot in german