A/N: OMG! You do not know how shocked I was on at five in the morning to see this story had six reviews! I am so happy! Thank you so much! I am so glad you like the story! Six reviews, three follows and one favorite! Oh I am so happy! Thank you so much!
Now, this chapter I must give a bit of a warning. Gilbert and Roderich do meet up again. There will be harsh words between them again, but at the same time…Well I do not want to spoil the surprise. They will not get together this chapter, I do not want them to be together too quickly, however, they will be drawn closer together. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. Please review!
I almost forgot! I am trying decide if I want to do a series of one shots or not. Thing is I need ideas. If you would like me to do a thing of nothing but one shots and have an idea please let me know….
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Sunlight streamed in from the crack in the curtains lightly illuminating the room. The dark haired, purple eyed angel was sitting up in the bed, lightly frowning. He had awakened with a bad fright at least two hours before the sun was to rise. He gently sighs, not really wishing to move but knew he had too.
If he didn't and Elizaveta came in and saw him like he was now…He just knew she would be a mother hen. As much as he loved her, and how she always comforted those in need, he did not want that right now. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. So he slowly slipped from the bed on shaky legs.
As quietly as he could he leaves the room, and heads to the bathroom. Once he finally got there and looked to the mirror he gasps. He was a mess! His hair was completely disheveled, his eyes were puffy and red with black bags under his eyes. His skin was pale, he looked a bit sickly with his nose being a bit red as well. Closing his eyes, he takes a few calming breathes, then began to strip off his clothing.
He felt so tired, so weak. His limbs were heavy as he moved. He was starting the water when Elizaveta lightly opened the door to speak to him. After all the time he had lived with her, he did not jump or freak out. He simply ignored her, but he smiled lightly hearing she was placing some fresh clothes for him on his bed. She didn't even wait for a thank you as she slipped away knowing he'd like to be alone.
Standing in the shower, he tilted his head back a little, and let the hot water just hit him in the face and run over his aching body. He stood there a good five or ten minutes before actually beginning to bathe. After about thirty to thirty-five minutes he steps out to dry. Once he was dry and dressed, he stepped out smiling a little hearing Elizaveta in the kitchen.
Taking a few more calming deep breathes he heads out to the kitchen with a little smile. He gives a light chuckle seeing Liza running around with flour all over her. It looked like she had tipped the flour over and was now trying to clean it up. It was a real sight to see! Too bad a certain Ruby eyed angel was not there to laugh with him. He would of enjoyed it.
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Slowly Gilbert opened his eyes with a gentle groan. When he did, he found himself on his back, on the couch. But the biggest surprise was that his head was in Lovino's lap with a cold rag on his forehead. That's when it all came back to him.
He had been hit in the head, with something. It wasn't Elizaveta because she didn't know he was here. Then, what could it of been. That's when it came back to him.
He had been hit in the head with a baseball bat all thanks too Alfred (America) being an idiot and trying to hit the ball before Gilbert was ready to be the catcher behind him. He had a really nasty lump on his head, and a killer headache.
Lovino was grumbling about the idiota hamburger bastardo doing it on purpose. Though Lovi did like to see others in pain, right now he knew this was not a good thing with the way everything was going on now.
Alfred was currently cowering in a corner at all the angry faces directed at him.
With a little groan it was known Prussia was awake. But he was told to stay put, making Lovi grumble a bit more. Yet, he did not do anything to cause Prussia more pain, they had to be careful.
He could have had a concussion and they had to be sure nothing else was wrong. Lightly Lovino dabbed the wet cold clothe on his forehead softly singing an old Italian song his Nonno had taught him and Feli.
It was his way of keeping the Prussian man that was in his lap calm. He knew they could not risk him moving so he did was he could to keep him calm. He also knew, if something like this were to happen to him or even Feli, Gilbert would be trying to help them too. Just like when their Nonno had died. Gilbert was there along with the others, trying to do what he could to help.
He even allowed Lovino to punch on him, so that he could get all his anger out about the whole situation that had caused his beloved Nonno's death. Then Lovi had proceeded to break down and Gilbert held him, letting him cry until Antonio came. At which time he handed Lovi to Toni and kept guard so no one else would see the tough Italian man break down.
However, that is a story for another time, right now we must focus on Gilbert. The ruby eyed man smiled lightly hearing Lovino sing that familiar little tune that Feliciano had a habit of singing when ever he thought Ludwig or he, Gilbert, was hurt or sick.
It was comforting, but he gently stopped Lovino from singing again when he finished his shock. It hurt to move, it hurt to talk but he requested for his ipod.
Lovi mad Antonio get as he refused to move which would make Gilbert be in more pain then he was. Once they had retrieved it they carefully put the earbuds in his ears, then turned it on to the music he wanted to hear. It made the tough Italian man smile slightly seeing Gilbert close his eyes and look so serene. It would help in the long run when they got the doctor to examine him.
Said doctor was Felix (Poland) with the help of his nurse/many would call him husband Toris (Lithuania). Husband because Felix would be the wife since he loved wearing women's clothing. And at this particular moment, Felix was wearing a lovely button top with a tight pencil skirt, and heels. He was looking over Gilbert frowning gentling.
"Toris, like, hand me that little flash light in my bag. I totally must, like, check his eyes." He held out a hand looking to the man he called his husband who was shaking a little. He looked nervous even though he was friends with the people that were around him.
Once Felix got what he asked for, and checked Gilbert's eyes he lightly frowned. "Like he doesn't have a concussion, but he totally will have a searing headache. And like he will need to rest a few hours not to mention totally take these pain killers to help him. He will be very sore and weak, but with the pills and a few hours of rest he should be fine."
He was collecting his things, and shook his head when asked about payment. Toris gave them a smile before heading out with his wife.
Once Felix was gone, Francis and Antonio help Gilbert to sit up. Then with Lovino's help got Gilbert to take the pills with a drink of water. Through all this Gilbert winced at the moving but then lightly smiled once the pills began their affect. Lovino went back to being a pillow as Gilbert fell right to sleep.
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Evening had fallen, and it found Roderich dressed in tight dark wash jeans, and a tight, deep ruby red shirt with long sleeves. It had a deep purple design on it that looked something like a koi turning into a Chinese dragon. It made his eyes and fair skin pop beautifully. He gave a hard sigh as his knee high laced boots hit the hard floor of the club as he walked by Elizaveta.
Why had he allowed her to convince him to come here again. He was freaking out about running into Gilbert. Yet, at the same time he wanted to see him again. It was strange, but Gilbert made him feel special. He would never admit it out loud but Gilbert made him feel beautiful.
He wasn't fully sure how, but he did! Perhaps it was the little smiles and looks the Prussian man gave him and only him. It was just little kind things, that he had since they first met as kids. And it really made him feel special.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a large brute looking man. By this point he and Elizaveta had seated themselves at a table near the bar. She had done the best she could staying by his side in the hopes no one would hit on him until the time came for him to meet Gilbert.
If Gilbert came. But at the moment was distracted by two guys dancing rather suggestively, and she really wanted to get pictures of it.
A basically gay bar was a huge and nosebleed playground for that woman! He was doomed. Now back to his predicament right now. The large brute of a man was trying to hit on him, and he was trying to ignore said man. That was until he grabbed him.
The man wanted to dance Roderich struggled trying to get away from him. But the man wouldn't give up. "Now a pretty thing like you needs a man like me to protect you from all the creeps…"
Roderich scowls as the man leers at him. "Now listen here, I didn't come here to be insulted I came…" He was cut off but the wonderful and unusual laugh of the man he wanted to see. "Kesesesesese…Where do you usually go?" It was an old joke between them when one of them says I didn't come here to be insulted. It made a small smile come to Roderich's lips.
Suddenly he frowns feeling the brute grip his arm tighter, as he moved to look to the one who laughed. Roderich felt his heart race, and a deep blush come to his cheeks. There was Gilbert standing there before them and he looked hot!
Tight black leather pants that hung low on sweet hips, and cupped the right places. Boots that matched Roderich's own, and the top. A deep purple, no sleeve, tight mesh top that showed off the full back demon wing tattoos he got back in high school.
He even had a leather spiked collar on his neck. Roderich felt like he was going to faint as his blood flooded not only his cheeks but a certain vital region as well. He heard the man say something, along the lines of I see him first so I will be taking him home…But he wasn't really paying attention. He was paying attention to hot demon that was before. Normally he'd call the man an angel, but it never felt right. Now he knew why.
Gilbert was no angel, he was a demon. And a damn good one at that! Suddenly he saw Gilbert get very angry, and then he felt himself be released and hit the floor. What he saw made him jump on the bigger man trying to get him. The bigger man had drawn a blade as Gilbert was punching at him for something he had said. Roderich didn't know what exactly happened, but heard the words whore, slut, pay, and fun.
He got the basic idea. He was thrown off, and really lost it when he saw the man take a swipe at Gilbert with the knife. A huge gash on his chest, blood pouring from it. Roderich acted on instinct alone. He slammed a chair onto the mans head effectively knocking him out. He rushes to Gilbert scared, and worried. He felt tears prick his eyes as he kneels down by the albino. Said albino smiles to him, "I was supposed to be saving you…" That sounded like he planed this and it backfired.
But he hadn't planned it, it just happened. He had seen his angel in danger and ran to protect him. "Protect me!? I didn't need protecting…I could of handled it….and now…LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! You got yourself hurt…I hated how you do this every time! You get yourself hurt because of others! I wish you didn't show up! I wish had never met you!"
He didn't add because then I wouldn't have to worry about you, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you on first sight all those years ago when we were only five. He saw the hurt in Gilbert's eyes, "Fine…I wish I never saved you and let you be raped by that man! I hate you!" Suddenly he slams his lips onto Roderich's. He pushed his tongue into the other man's mouth and battled.
He moved his hand to grip Roderich's hair holding him tightly kissing him passionately. Slowly he pulls away, and looks into his eyes panting gently. "Roderich…I-I wanted to tell you I'm…"He couldn't apologize as he was suddenly pulled away from his angel and put on a gurney. "I'm sorry Roderich…and I-I…"He passes out from the blood loss and the stuff they gave him to knock him out.
Elizabeta had called the cops and an ambulance before running over with her frying pan of doom! Only to be stopped by the crowd. She was able to get to Roderich and held him as he shook and cried. There was blood all on his shirt but he didn't care. He was scared for Gilbert. He was always doing things like this. Getting himself hurt to help others.
Plus he had had to know what Gilbert wanted to tell him, because he had his own something he had to tell Gilbert. Liza and the others quickly got to the hospital, but were not allowed to see their albino friend. Who was in surgery.
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A/N: Okay I am ending the chapter here! I wrote four pages! Whoa….The longest chapter yet! I really hope that you liked it. I'm also thinking about doing a little companion story about Germany, Italy, and Japan on their little mission while everything is going on here. What do you think? Should I? Anyway…I really hope you like this chapter. Please review and lemme know what you think!