He took in a quivering breath. "I'm in love with your brother!" he blurted it all out at once, holding the back of his head protectively. He stood for a moment, looking up only when he noted he was still standing to begin with.

"Is that so?" Valdis looked over at him with a strange amount of amusement. Gilbert nodded cautiously. "Then go yell it at him."

"S-seriously?" he lowered his hands down from his head, looking at the Norwegian. "So you don't want to beat me over the head..."

"Not really. Besides, he was moaning a lot in his sleep last night. I thought it was a nightmare until I looked at his face. He was blushing, and I was pretty freaked. Then he moaned your name, and I figured he wouldn't want you knowing he had wet dreams about you, so I had stayed quiet." Gilbert looked at him in shock yet lust, thinking of all the things he could make Gunner do if he wanted.

"So I can fuck him?" he asked a bit too eagerly.

"If he wants you too. But if I find out you rape him, I'll cut off your penis, chop it up into little pieces and cook it up in a nice little soup for you to eat."

It was soup day in the cafeteria.

Gilbert had no apatite.

From the moment Gilbert got Valdis' approval to be with his little brother, he'd been going after him ever since. He got slapped, but he also got hugged. He got to know him more, watching out for hallucinations that posed a threat. Gunner had pretty much moved into Gilbert's room, sleeping in the same bed but never doing much. All the German could do at that point was cuddle him, telling him everything would be okay when he woke up from a hallucinated dream. Gilbert wanted more than just hugs, and I'm sure anyone could guess what he did want.

And so, with all his will, Gilbert wrote a note with proper English.

That was all of one word.

Then he threw it out. Hell if Gunner cared, he had said himself he wasn't good at English.

"And I thought my English was bad..." he murmured, reading the note over another time.

Ice.

U need 2 get 2 most tall willow tree by 12 am 2nite. C u there.

-Gil

He sighed, smiling a little at the horribly written note. He was sure that would have to make their English teacher cry. It really would. Why twelve? Elizabeta had been ranting about midnight being romantic, but he had ignored it at the time. Was she trying to foreshadow something? He shook his head, trying not to blush so much. When he looked up, he'd gotten to the tree, and to Gilbert, which for some completely unknown reason, made him blush all over again.

"S-so, um..." Gunner shifted in place feeling a bit uneasy. The way he was being stared at made him feel a bit fluttery. It was almost like Gilbert was seeing right into his mind. "W-what did you need?"

"Just you." he replied, putting an arm around the Icelandic boy's waist. He pulled him closer, causing Gunner to blush. He kept his arms between their bodies, but from the looks of it, he wasn't bothered by it. He was just being shy. And cute. Oh, god, why was he so cute?

"O-okay." Gunner managed to murmur that, holding tighter to the other's shirt. The silver-haired of the two put his free hand on his shoulder, forcing Gunner into leaning on him. He blushed more, feeling Gilbert's hand gently rub his shoulder. His hand moved to his neck, making him shiver and blush harder after he'd comprehended he just moaned softly at the touch.

"You aren't used to this, are you, Gunner?" Gilbert said, moving his hand into the neck of Gunner's shirt. He whimpered, holding on tighter and shaking his head. He shut his eyes, and then the German couldn't understand how he was stopping himself from getting on top of the Scandinavian. "I didn't think so." Gilbert pulled the back of the other's hair gently, making Gunner face him. Good Lord, he was cute. He was blushing quite a bit. Gilbert started rubbing his side with the hand that was on his waist, watching the boy shiver and moan at the touch. Gunner's stomach felt like he'd swallowed ten million butterflies from the flutteriness he felt. He gripped Gilbert's shirt even tighter, moaning again, then blushing. He couldn't stop his shivering. It felt so good. To his dismay, he noticed his breathing was shaky, but at least he knew why.

"Nah...G-Gil..." he tried finishing his thought. He really did. But from how he was being caressed, he couldn't keep his head strait. He knew several things only. One, Gilbert was the only person he would ever be able to love the way he did. And two, he loved how Gilbert was caressing him. He kept shivering, moaning softly, blushing, and that fluttery feeling wouldn't stop. He didn't care. It was Gilbert. Gunner loved him and how he made him feel.

Especially then.

"Why do you always gotta be so fucking cute all the time?" Gilbert asked, smirking. "Not that I would ever mind." he whispered into Gunner's ear, making him shiver again. He stopped moving his hands for a moment. "And you know what?" Gunner looked at him, almost appearing to be silently begging for him to keep going. This was more important, though. They needed to know this.

"I love you, Gunner."

Gunner stared at Gilbert wide-eyed for a minute. He smiled. It wasn't his soft smile. He looked liked he'd just got something more important than anything.

"I love you too, Gilbert!"

Gunner clung to Gilbert's neck for the next few minutes, the two of them repeating what they just said.

Gilbert's solitude.

Gunner's nightmares.

They both faded, nothing more than distant memories.

A/N

Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

I DID IT!

Yes, I did need to make Prussia half-molest Gunner.

On to 7! LEMON!