...Yea, Feliciano was the only one not laughing (but only because Gilbert swore that unless it had to do with pasta, or his brother, the kid was an idiot).
"Veeee~?" He said questioningly. Nobody answered him; meanwhile, Roderich managed to find his voice, somehow, though his voice still shook with indignition..
"I beg your pardon?" He stammered out...which only succeeded in making Gilbert laugh, too, making him close his eyes and snicker lightly against his own hand.
"Oh, man," He chuckled. "He even talks like a pansy, haha." Crossing his arms, Roderich glared at him with a raised eyebrow (actually...he kinda looked like Elizabeta when she was annoyed...which made Gilbert laugh harder) until he got his laughter under control (as did the rest of them - everyone was ignoring Feliciano's questions of what was going on). Gilbert smiled at Roderich. "Sorry, love, but seriously, you'd make the perfect housewife or something..." Roderich's fists tightened, and pretty much everyone knew what was going to happen - Gilbert was finally going to get the punch that Ludwig warned him he'd get one day.
So, imagine everyone's surprise when Roderich turned and, through clenched teeth, asked, "Do you know if there's a piano somewhere in the house?"
"Veeeee~, there's one upstairs, Roderich." Feliciano said, beaming. "It belongs to our grandfather, and it's been used recently." Roderich nodded stiffly and turned to walk upstairs. Curious, the group followed him, Lovino dragging Feliciano up the stairs.
As soon as they gathered in the music room (which was quite big, holding a baby grand piano and several guitars that had the Italian flag and the Spanish flag designed on them - Gilbert even saw one with a German flag.), Roderich sat at the piano. For a few moments, all he did was sit...
And suddenly, the room erupted in angry notes, making everyone jump in surprise. The notes continued on for a few moments, echoing throughout the room and stealing Gilbert's breath again (that seemed to be happening a lot lately) because of the passion behind them, because of the way that they flowed together seamlessly, because of the swaying of the Austrian's body as he played. Whatever it was, Gilbert found himself unable to look away.
Roderich had some amazing piano skills, even Gilbert had to admit that.
All too soon (but after what seemed like an eternity), Roderich played the final note, turning around to face his awestruck audience.
Once again, Gilbert found himself gaping at the teen in front of him. His hair was slightly more ruffled, he was panting (did playing the piano take that much effort? Really?), eyes slightly glazed, his face burning red.
"That was amazing." Matthew said shyly, and it seemed a dam broke. Everyone rushed forward, yelling over each other, telling Roderich how amazing his piano skills were. Roderich smiled, thanking them for their praises.
Then his eyes met Gilbert's, and Gilbert blinked slowly. He knew Roderich was waiting for him to say something, anything, whether to insult him or praise him..
It felt, oddly enough, like that moment in Amadeus , when Salieri meets Mozart for the first time, and he plays the "March of Welcome", which Mozart improved in front of him, with no problem, seeming to mock Salieri with how effortlessly he did it, then ended with that annoying laugh of his.
Or was it more like the part where Salieri had disguised himself at a party Mozart was at, and challenged Mozart to play one of his, Salieri's, own pieces? And Mozart had made a joke of the talented male, sparking even more hatred inside Salieri as he, once again, laughed that high-pitched giggle of his.
(Or it was something like that - it's been years since Gilbert last saw that movie, years, and he doesn't remember it as well as he used to.)
The next thing he noticed was how close Roderich had suddenly gotten, an unspoken challenge hidden in his violet eyes, and Gilbert couldn't help himself - he caught the Austrian's face and kissed him briefly.
It was almost awesome - Roderich had really, really soft lips that felt really good against his slightly chapped ones. Gilbert felt himself become addicted instantly, not registering Matthew's soft gasp of surprise or Lovino's squeak of embarassment. He doesn't think of much, besides the brief feeling...
And it's only briefly that this happens, it's really brief, because Roderich pulled away only two seconds later. Red-faced from something completely different now, Roderich let his hand fly. It caught Gilbert's cheek smartly, the sound resounding in the music room, making Feliciano jump (honestly, how could he not be paying attention during one of the most life-altering moments of Gilbert's life?). Without even pausing, Roderich whirled around and left. The room went silent.
"Well, that went well." Antonio said brightly. Francis snickered.
"Exceedingly well." He added.
"Aw, shut up!" Gilbert said good-naturedly, gingerly touching his cheek.
"He barely lasted twenty minutes." Elizabeta observed dryly, off in her own little world for a few minutes (she looked oddly flushed...). "I thought for sure he would have cracked sooner..." She cackled a second later. "I get to write you another song!" Gilbert sighed.
"Where am I supposed to perform this one?" He asked. Elizabeta grinned evilly.
"We have a school assembly on Monday." She said sweetly. "And since I know Ludwig entrolled you, what better way to start off the school year?"
Gilbert groaned - he really needed to learn not to bet anything against Elizabeta.
XD so they kiss. Who wants to bet Roderich stays as far from Gilbert as he can? Haha, poor Gilbert... XD
EtoileUtori: yes I'm a maniac. XD I forgot to mention last chapter, but you're right - there aren't enough PrussiaxAustria fics. XD and thus, I add to them! XD
Mitty The Flying Kitty: I'm glad you like it, haha. And I know - imagine Roderich, trying to make a nice person out of this guy cause Feliciano likes him, and then he goes and says that. XD