A/N: Well…So far I've not had any reviews…Nothing what so ever…I've had a few views though…Well um…I'm not really sure if people like this story or not, but I suppose I will post this next chapter. I hope that you like it.
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It has been about three days since Gilbert left the nice two story home. Ludwig and the other two with him didn't know a thing about this. If they had found out, Ludwig would of flipped and tried to come back to fix things. Roderich was enjoying the peace and cleanliness too much to tell him.
Besides he was sure the full of himself loud mouth, with the beautiful ruby eyes would be back soon anyway. Wait…Did he really just think that Gilbert's eyes were like beautiful rubies?! He growls lightly to himself then with a huff he begins to play his piano.
After a few hours he sits at his piano panting a little from such passionate playing. That and he had been playing for hours. It was growing late when he suddenly heard a knock on his door. Slowly he gets up and heads to the door thinking it was a drunk Gilbert who had forgotten his key. He was sorely mistaken however. There in the door way, was Elizaveta.
He stared at his ex wife in a bit of shock, she wore a tight green dress that went to her knee with some lovely brown ankle boots. Her hair was down in waves as she smiles happily at him. She shoves her way in, and drags him all the way to his room. When he realizes what is going on he begins to struggle while she strips him. She was giggling all the while she began to put new clothes on him.
"I do not care how much you fight me, dear…You are going with me to the club! And you will have a good time! You have been stuck here for far too long! I will not have it." She spoke as she dressed him all the while he struggled. He looks at her, red faced as he glares. He looks at himself in shock, "No I will not! I will not wear…"He stops as she interrupts him about how Gilbert would be there.
And so this is how he found himself in a pumping nightclub sipping on wine with Elizaveta. Said woman was scanning the club carefully for the Prussian man. When she locates him she smiles. Though she had to resist the urge of getting up and dragging Roderich to him, then whacking both men with her deadly frying pan. She watched him a moment, then smirks seeing him get up.
Getting up she drags Roderich with him, and shoves him right into Gilbert making them dance as she slips away. All the while she grins at the very angry Roderich. She ignored his soft protests then giggles seeing Gilbert put his hands on him. She watched as Roderich clothed his eyes and began to move with the music and Gilbert's body.
Neither she or Roderich could believe that he, Roderich, was allowing Gilbert to take the lead. Yet there he was letting Gilbert lead in this sensual dance. He could feel Gilbert rubbing his hands on his body, and lightly grinding his hips into his own. After the song was finished, Roderich found himself facing Gilbert, chest press to his, eyes looking at him wanting those beautiful ruby eyes to open.
When they did begin to open just a moment later, he felt panic raise up in him. He quickly jerks from the man before him, then forces he way away. By the time he got back to Elizaveta on the other side of the club he was panting and looking frightened. His ex wife gently placed an arm around his shoulders, and looked to him worried. She didn't say a word about how Gilbert tried to follow him as she leads him out of the club and to a café.
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Roderich finally calmed down when they sat down at a table in a little café. He lightly sips on the hot tea he had ordered and looks to the apologetic Elizaveta. She didn't mean to cause him to have a panic attack like he had. She had just wanted him to have fun and see that it was okay to love the Prussian man. Now she realizes her mistake when she saw the pure panic in his eyes when he came back to her. It was like they were kids again. Like he was terrified his crush would find out he had a crush on him and not Elizaveta.
The only reason they even got married was to hide the fact Roderich was gay. Oh he loved Elizaveta, just not in that way. She was like the loving sister he never had. She was fiercely protective of him, if she felt he was in danger or trouble. So she did anything she could to be sure he was happy. He had actually had a crush on Gilbert for many years now, but stubbornly refused to admit it.
At least until now, he looked into her eyes and gives a sad smile. "Liza…I...I think I am in love with him.." It was soft, nervous. A little blush lay on his cheeks and across his little nose. She squealed and gripped his hands smiling. She was so happy he had finally admitted it, and not just out loud but to her as well! However she stops seeing the look on his face.
"If I didn't have him, I would always have a clean house to come too…If I didn't have him I'd be okay. I'd be able to focus on my arts…If I didn't have him…I'd…"But he didn't get to finish.
The waitress had come over and asked if they needed anything else, then again to inform them, the café was closing. Slowly they stood and paid for their stuff then headed out. Elizaveta gently takes Roderich's arm as they walk down the street talking about this and that. When they make it to Liza's home she has him stay the night as it was very late.
Though he did not really want to accept he did. After a bit he lays down on the guest bed, and slowly closes his eyes. His mind drifting to a day far away.
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Years ago when Roderich was just thirteen he had met Gilbert. At first they couldn't stand each other, but as time went on, their fighting became more like flirting. Or at least that is what the others would say. And although Roderich would never admit it, his heart ached every time he saw Gilbert flirting with a girl.
On this particular day that came to Roderich as he slept, Gilbert was flirting with another girl making Roderich uncomfortable. Though he never let it on. Gilbert that Roderich was straight, and vise versa though to be truthful Gilbert was bisexual. He thought Roderich was with Elizaveta and therefore never actually hit on her, though they did banter a bit.
Roderich had walked away from the scene before him, to go to the music room their school had. He was playing a soft sad tune when someone walked in, figuring it was just Liza he kept playing. Eyes were closed as he lost himself in the music and his thoughts. He kept playing even though the bell had rang signaling they needed to get to class.
The only thing that stopped him was the hand on his shoulder. That soft hand with calluses that you get from a guitar. It wasn't the small delicate hand of Elizaveta. It was Gilbert's hand, and he was guiding Roderich up and from the piano. He was the one to lead him to their next class. And he was the one to get him to sit at his desk. Gilbert wasn't smiling, he looked worried. Very worried for his friend.
It was rare to see Gilbert not smiling, to look sad. Roderich was his friend and he cared about him a lot. Though he may not show it often, Gilbert did have a kind heart. He saw how Roderich looked depressed these past few days, yet he didn't pry. He knew if Roderich wanted him to know, he'd tell him. So he would wait to see. The song he heard playing was heartbreaking to hear. Who or what hurt his friend so badly, that it made him play that tune?
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The next morning, the sunlight filtering through the crack in the curtains lightly hits his eyes, making him wince. He slowly sits up and blinks a few times. It took a moment but he remembered where he was. He smiles lightly smelling breakfast. Quickly he dresses and heads on to the kitchen where he saw Elizaveta happily cooking. She loved having guests in her home because it meant she could cook more often.
She adored cooking, and enjoyed making people smile with her cooking. Roderich stood there watching her with a gentle smile. She was making his favorite. She always knew how to cheer him up after a panic attack. But he knew in his heart, he had to go back home, and he had to face Gilbert. He…had to bring Gilbert back. His life was empty with out the albino.
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A/N: Heh…Another chapter…Yay? I hope that you enjoyed this chapter…Next chapter the two will meet. And I wonder what will happen? We will see…