Author: okay, I'm going to make other fan fictions that add on to this one, or just add more chapters after England and America get together. I haven't done much Roderich/Gilbert, Sadiq/Heracles, Ivan/Yao, and Francis/Matthew. So this and probably the next chapter are going to be dedicated to them. oh, and sorry for bad grammar
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Chapter Seven: Leaving so soon?
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Without anything, can you build up to something? The answer to that question is a yes. The shy boy waited patiently for the return of his lover. He hummed his national anthem. It was really quite catchy. The boy kicked his legs back and forth while the dangled off the chair. He waited for the door to burst open, blowing out flowers in France's normal, elaborate entrance.
"Bonjour, Matthew," The voice whispered into Canada's ear, making him jump.
"F-F-Francis!" Matthew exclaimed, "When did you get back? A-and your entrance! I-I was w-waiting for you…"
France kissed the adorable boy on the forehead, "I have to escape from your older brother, don't I?"
Canada laughed, "Yeah! H-he was really angry when he got back home. He was shouting about something like virginity." Canada leaned closer to the Frenchman, "I guess he d-doesn't know what we've d-done together."
France picked the nation up in his arms bridal style. Canada yelped in surprise. France laughed and kissed the blonde's forehead. Francis carried Matthew to the bedroom and put him down on the bed. Francis removed his own shirt and climbed over Matthew.
The night (um… I guess) started out with an elaborate kiss. France's stealthy tongue entered its way into Canada's mouth. When their tongues met, they twisted and bended together. Matthew groaned and felt Francis smile on his lips.
Francis unzipped his prey's pants. The Frenchman's hand touched the Canadian's place. The younger boy squirmed in pleasure as Francis continued his play.
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"Oi!" Gilbert waltzed into the Victorian-styled house. "Roderich, where are you? Come out and bask on my awesomeness!"
The albino human-form of a nation walked down the hallways. It was a Saturday afternoon and only one hour before, Gilbert had finally woken up. The house was unrealistically quiet. No music, voices, paper-shredders, or anything disturbed the day. It was like it was frozen in time.
The thought made Gilbert laugh to himself. He was frozen in time himself. The great nation of Prussia had withstood for about four hundred, twenty two years. It had fallen about sixty two years ago back in WWII. Yet somehow, Gilbert still kept walking on the Earth.
"It was only meant to be until I finished what I started," Prussia said, reminding himself that his time would end. "That bastard Rome will come and get me soon enough."
Gilbert checked the next door. It was the first music room, the one that Roderich barely played in. Gilbert knew that the room held the Austrian's favorite piano. Prussia was always curious what piano it was since he was never let into the room. To Gilbert's surprise, the door knob twisted and the door gracefully glided open. He peered into the room.
The room had a definite color scheme of black and white. The tiling was checkered with the two colors. The couch in the room was completely white and on the other side of the room, there was another couch completely black. On both sides of each couch, there was small, round, wooden coffee tables that had vases of different flowers, which were the only think in the room that wasn't black or white. A white chandler hung on the ceiling with the light-bulbs that looked like candles. The walls were gray with no pictures unlike the other music room. The window was on the north wall was a grand window that you could see a lovely view out of.
The colors and the decorations wasn't the thing that scared Gilbert the most though. Gilbert walked over to the piano that was placed in the middle of the circular room. It was an ivory and marble piano. It was mainly white with the exception of the black/gray swirls left from the metamorphic rock. It was a charming piano with ivory keys that almost felt like silk when played on.
Prussia sat on the black piano bench. As he felt the keys' smoothness, he smiled fondly. The piano was the same as he remembered it. He was sure that Roderich had thrown it out when they declared independence. Gilbert pushed down one of the keys. It was in tune and felt as if it was recently played.
The song and notes stared to flow out of Prussia's finger tips.
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Roderich entered his house. He had gone to meet with the current leader of Austria. The Austrian was now back home after a few short meeting about politics and military power. It was to be discussed at the next world meeting.
When he opened the door, the sound of music flowed through. It was a wonderful sound with matching harmony. The music led Roderich into the first music room. He stood and watched the working hands strike each note and then on to the next. The notes kept on going for another minuet or two and then stopped.
"Hello Roderich," Gilbert said politely. "Where were you?"
"Meetings," Roderich stated with no enthusiasm.
There was a moment of silences before either one showed any signs of talking. Prussia raised his head and glanced at the piano, "I thought you through this out a long time ago."
Roderich looked away from Prussia's gaze, "I could never do that. I've even thought about it after the war ended. I just couldn't bring myself to do so."
"I wouldn't have either," Gilbert admitted. "This piano is wonderful."
Roderich gulped, "I didn't throw it out just because of how nice it was."
Gilbert looked up at the Austrian, "So what is the reason?"
Roderich blushed slightly, "Because you're the one who gave it to me."
The silence between the two was cold and nerve-racking. Prussia was the first to act again. He stood up from the piano bench and walked over to Roderich.
"You didn't throw it away because of me?" Prussia asked. Roderich nodded. "Roderich, look at me."
"Nnn…"
"I love you."
The line made Roderich turn his head and looked the man in the eyes. They were full of sincerity. Prussia leaned closer to Austria. Their lips finally met. Their tongues met and it lifted everything that they hated about each other away. They fell to the floor in a haste to remove their clothing. It was the right timing, wasn't it? To the gods, Gilbert hoped it was.
Gilbert undid Roderich's cravat, letting the piece of material fall to the ground with more clothing later.
Roderich shivered as a tongue scaled down his body.
Gilbert tasted what now belonged to him.
They lusted for each other for years.
"Gilbert!" Roderich groaned as the pitcher's mouth enclosed on his part. The Prussian didn't react to his lover's voice. His tongue twisted around Roderich's dick in a playful fashion. Both of them were growing harder the more seconds pasted by. "I'm c-coming!"
Without hesitation, Gilbert swallowed the liquids, making Roderich feel drained. Roderich turned over when directed to and screamed loud with pleasure. Gilbert pinched his nipples and stuck one finger into him.
"Tell me when it hurts," The silver-haired boy grunted.
Another finger was pushed in. It was slippery and they both came again. Gilbert tilted Roderich's head towards him and they kissed again.
Your time it running up…
Gilbert took his fingers out and put them into Roderich's mouth. The brunette sucked on the fingers. His tongue went between and around the three fingers that were inserted into him.
Your mission is close to complete…
Gilbert thrust himself into Roderich's body. He humped Roderich back and forth, listening to the sweet screams of pleasure his lover let out.
You finished your final plead…
"I love you Roderich," Gilbert whispered into Roderich's ear. His tongue snaked around the cartilage, making Roderich shiver. "I am yours as much as you are mine."
We'll come get you in the Morning…
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The sun rose as Gilbert did. His body felt alive and exhilarant, but his heart did not. He looked up at the rising sun. It was a lovely sunrise, but it was his last. The reddened sky and pale white sun made Gilbert think of the days that were important to him.
The day Gilbert met Ludwig and raised him. The day Gilbert had concurred Austria. And the day he was born.
All the significant dates of his left seemed so far ago. He looked back at Roderich. The Austrian was like an angel blessed before a marred man like himself. So much death… so much blood he had shed up until now. Gilbert walked back to the bed and kissed Austria on the forehead.
"Gilbert?" Roderich blinked and opened his eyes. He sat up and stretched, "You're up early."
"Good morning to you too," Gilbert smiled.
Roderich frowned. There was something wrong with Gilbert's smile. It felt… hollow. Gilbert turned around to the open balcony window-doors. He walked into the sunlight and basked in its warmth.
"Gilbert?" Roderich shifted in bed and pulled on a robe.
"I love you Roderich," Gilbert confessed. "I've always wanted you too feel that way too."
Roderich felt uneasy, "What are you talking about? I do feel that way! I love you…"
Gilbert smiled, "If only my nation didn't fall so soon. Then I might have had more time."
"Time for what?" Roderich started to move out of bed. "What are you saying? Why does it sound like you're saying good-bye?"
Gilbert turned around to face Roderich, "Because I am."
The past nation smiled sadly and cracked into pieces of a puzzle. The pieces floated up into the air, becoming swallowed by the sunlight. Roderich jumped up from the bed and ran to the balcony.
"Gilbert!" Roderich shouted, "Damn it Gilbert! Come back here! Gilbert!"
"See you later, Roderich…"
The last words sounded like music. Roderich sank to his knees as tears ran down his cheeks. Prussia was gone, both the nation and the person. Just like the Roman Empire, Prussia was gone.
"I love you," Roderich bawled, "I loved you bastard."
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Author: *looks at her hands* I just killed off Prussia… My heart fells like I ripped it out and then put in a blender. God, I feel bad.