A/N: I'm sorry my story is a bit boring. I'm trying though…And this is my first attempt at a Hetalia fanfic. Fair warning for this chapter, it will have a bit of bad language and a slightly heavy scene. And a few hurt feelings. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Because believe me, this was not easy to write.
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Gilbert had gone back to the club the night after the first time. He had hoped to see that man again, to try and talk to him. Yet, the man was not there. He didn't know how he knew, he could just feel it. The next day after that, he had decided he was going to keep going to the club in hopes of seeing him. That afternoon he was walking down the sidewalk window shopping while Antonio was shopping with Lovino for groceries.
After about five minutes of walking, he froze at the sight he saw. Roderich was walking down the street looking like a dark violet eyed angel. The black slacks he wore hung loosely on his hips, and the deep blue button shirt that was tucked into said pants showed his lithe and nice body just right. It appeared he was lost in thought, on something and didn't see Gilbert.
At the exact moment Gilbert finally snapped from his trance of staring at the beautiful man before him, said man crashed into him. "Hey don't just…" Roderich began, and then stopped seeing it was Gilbert. His glare still in place as he looked to the man with ruby eyes. Gilbert stared back, and they stayed like that for what seemed like hours just staring into each other's eyes.
Of course it was only a few seconds before Gilbert grinned that lopsided grin with his unusual laugh. Kesesesesesese "Hey specs…Been a while…how you been…Miss the awesome me so much you spaced out trying to figure out how to get me to come back?" Roderich stared at him as he spoke his glare intensifying. 'How dare he insult me…Though he was partly right. I did space out thinking about him.' But before Roderich could voice his thoughts he said something else.
"No, I did miss you. Why would I miss an imbecile pain in the ass who doesn't clean up after himself and has to have someone always take care of him!?" Roderich glares at him, as he speaks. Gilbert looked taken aback as the Austrian man speaks.
"Oh really? And here I was going to grace the un-awesome you with my awesome presents! Maybe let a bit of rub off on you so you could be awesome too! You're still a stick in the ass with a stick up the ass! I can't believe I was actually going to be nice and go home to hug you while you cried because I wasn't there to be awesome!"
Roderich gasped lightly and glares more, his face turning more red. "Why the hell would I cry over someone who is annoying, and does nothing but laze about!? You are worthless and I could do so much better if you didn't exist in this world!" Suddenly he stops seeing the Prussian man look at him in shock. Eyes wide as he realized what he had said. It broke his own heart to know he could be that cruel.
"You don't mean that…Do you Roddy…." When he received no reply he huffs lightly glaring hurt. "Fine you stuck up, snobby, stick up the ass bastard! I wish I had never met you! I wish you were dead! You are nothing to me! NOTHING! The awesome me will not hang around or even think of such an un-awesome person such as you, you damn bastard!" By the time he was done yelling he was shaking and they had gathered a lot of attention. He stared at the man before him.
He didn't miss the tears that had come to be in his beautiful deep purple eyes, nor did he miss the trembling of his body as silent sobs came to him. "I will show you just how much you will miss me after saying that!" Came the cold and low reply from Roderich as he shook. Not from anger, but from the sobs that threatened to come from him. He could feel his heart shattered. Gilbert couldn't actually of meant what he said…Could he?
"Oh…Really? I could do so much better with you not in my life….All you ever did was nag me, I could handle it from Luds…But not from a snobby prissy bitchy bastard like you!" He was cut off mid rant when he felt someone crashing into him.
Soft and warm lips on his, kissing him hard. He could feel his lips bruising from the impact, a tongue running on his lower lip. Wanting to enter, Gilbert gladly opened his mouth, one hand going to the soft hair, the other gripping the back of the other's neck. He felt the other male's arms go around his neck to hold him close.
He felt their bodies melt into each other, felt how Roderich fit so perfectly into his. He held tighter, kissing him more as their tongues tangled. He kissed him more hearing the soft moan that he knew the other man was trying to repress. He felt cold and lonely when the warmth of the other man's body pulled from his. They were panting and staring at one another.
Before he could say a word, Roderich slammed past him and ran.
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Roderich ran as hard and fast as he could. He could not believe he had did that! He had just kissed Gilbert! Oh no…how could he…All he could do was just run. And so he kept running and running. He did not stop until he got all the way to Elizaveta's house which was about ten blocks from where they had been. He gently leans forward, hands on his knees panting hard. His face was red, and he was short of breath. Heart pounding in his ears, and he was very sure that was not all from running ten blocks.
Slowly he stands up straight then walks into the house knowing it was not locked. He was not going to live this down. Once Liza finds out what happened, she will want to hit HIM with the frying pan she somehow always had on her. All because she wasn't there to take pictures of everything. That and the harsh words that were said on both parts.
God help him…He was a dead man. All because Elizaveta was not going to be happy with him. Taking a few deep breathes he heads to the kitchen where he heard her. He stops looking at the scene before him, she was humming happily while cooking. It was a wonderful sight to see. Lightly he clears his throat making her jump a little then laugh. She gently punches his arm for scaring her like that then frowns seeing his face.
She could tell something was wrong. After a moment she has him sit down with tea as she looks to him waiting. Finally he couldn't take it, and began to spill everything. All during his re-counting of what happened she did not move, did not show any emotion. But once he was done she screams a loud WHAT!? Then looks at him glaring in shock and anger.
He quickly uses his arms as a shield to keep her from hurting him too badly with her frying pan. The blow never came, after a moment or two he slowly removes his arms from his face and looks to her as she just stares at him. Suddenly he gulps seeing that scary sparkle in her eyes. He knew that look. She was going to try to get those two to meet again, and hopefully be able to get lots of photos of another spaz attack like the one he had before.
To be honest, he was scared to even see Gilbert again. After what happened, he wasn't sure Gilbert would want to see him again. He probably did hate him. And never wanted to see him again. That thought alone made tears come to his own beautiful jewel like eyes. Elizaveta looked right at him the moment he placed his hands to his face, and began to shake.
She hugs him tightly to her, rubbing his back softly. And he sobbed, his body shaking with each breath he took. Tears staining her dress as she made him lay his head have on her chest, half on her shoulder as he sobbed. She suddenly realized just why he was crying. Oh she was going to give Gilbert an earful for this. And maybe, no not maybe, she will give him a powerful taste of her frying pan…over and over again until she is satisfied.
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Hours later, Elizaveta placed her beloved ex husband in the bed in the guest room of her home. He had sat there in his chair, hugging her, just sobbing. She knew that later he would deny it. Because music loving aristocrats like him do not sob like a child that had just gotten hurt. It broke her heart to see him this way. Lightly she places a few pain killers and a glass of water on the bedside table for when he wakes.
It was late, and she couldn't go searching for Gilbert now. For all she knew he could be in any club or bar and not at home. He had always been one to drink his problems away, or worse hook up with someone to take his pain away. However, in her heart, she knew Gilbert cared a lot for Roderich. She may even dare say, loved him. She had seen how protective Gil was of Roddy.
It made her feel like she could easily go off and marry with out having to worry too much about her two favorite boys. Now she sees that that is not the case. She was going to have to stick around and watch over them a bit longer. Not that she minded! She loved playing mother to rowdy idiots. They were her idiots and she loved them.
Lightly she sits on the bed, and strokes Roderich's soft hair, smiling softly. She chews her lower lip softly, then begins to soft hum an old song she used to sing to him and Gil when they would all get together after one of them was hurt or upset. Oh she missed those days where they would all just sit under a huge tree her in the middle one boy on each side laying on her. She would have her arms around their shoulders, and sing so that they would relax.
She missed those days so much. She was going to make sure her two boys were happy, and loved. Slowly she gets up and walks out, gently shutting the door. She leans against it as memories flooded her mind. A situation extremely similar to this happening before. Quite a few situations actually. Taking a few deep breathes she calms down and walks away. She had to get some sleep so that she could she be prepared tomorrow.
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A/N: Wow, I wrote a lot…This mainly focused on Roderich after the fight. I had hoped to do both Roderich and Gilbert, but I ended up focusing mainly on Roderich with a bit of Elizaveta. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, and I promised next chapter will be about Gilbert after the fight.