Second, this chapter speeds things up a lot, and I'm sorry if some people feel it's rushed or something.
Enjoy.
"So, Roddy," Gilbert drawled from behind Roderich, ignoring the way the Austrian teen tensed, "when exactly did you move out here?"
It had been several weeks since Gilbert's performance at school, and the albino had taken to following Roderich everywhere, chattering and going on about how awesome he was (while discreetly trying to learn something about Roderich as well).
What he learned (grudgingly) was that Roderich was an only child, knew how to play more instruments than Gilbert could count, was extremely (and by that, he meant extremely) well off because his parents were famous musicians who travelled the world (and, as a result, were very, very, very rarely home), and that he was a distant relative to Elizabeta (which actually threw Gilbert off until he remembered how much Roderich looked like his childhood friend when he got annoyed).
"I moved here a few weeks before school started, and would you please get your dirty shoes off the table?" Roderich hissed, pushing his feet off of the small table in his music room forcefully. As soon as he sat on his piano bench, though, Gilbert placed his feet back on the table, making Roderich sigh and rub his temples. "How on earth do you manage to get in here?" Gilbert beamed (wondering slightly why it took Roderich so long to ask him how he broke into the other teen's house on a daily basis).
"Not even locks can keep the awesome me out of a place I wanna be." He cheered, making Roderich groan. They both ignored the completely unintentional ryhme on Gilbert's part (Gilbert blamed his music for that). Chuckling slightly, Gilbert leaned back onto the couch behind him, answering his question seriously."Actually, this used to be where I lived with my brother - I have secret enterances all over this place, but here especially." Roderich raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Why here," he gestured to the room that now held a piano, several music stands, various instruments, and sheets of music, "especially?" Gilbert smirked, looking around fondly.
"This used to be my room." Gilbert grinned mischeviously. "Maybe I'll show them to you...then again, maybe not. I like having ways of getting in here." Roderich rolled his eyes, but his attempt to respond was cut off when Gilbert decided to (finally) take his feet off of the table in favor of pressing his left arm on the piano keys and his right hand on the bench by Roderich's waist (not even he was sure how he managed to move so fast). "Hey, Roddy?" Gilbert whispered softly, locking his intense blood red eyes with Roderich's soft violet ones.
"Wh-What?" Roderich said back, a slight tremor in his voice. Gilbert's eyes looked him over before locking on Roderich's again.
"I was wond- " Gilbert's phone rang, making them both jump, and Gilbert curse violently, barking a greeting in German as he flipped open the phone. After a few minutes of talking, Gilbert hung up, an annoyed look on his face.
"What happened?" Roderich asked softly. Gilbert's eyes shot up to his again.
"Don't worry about it." Gilbert waved off. "I gotta go, though. Evidentally, they need my help for everything." Rolling his eyes, Gilbert hesitated slightly (only slightly! And that's cause last time, he got slapped, and he had no inclination to repeat that!) before leaning down and pressing a quick, chaste kiss against Roderich's lips before pulling away and disappearing out the window.
He ignored the fact that his face had started turning a magnificent shade of red that would put Antonio and Lovino's beloved tomatoes to shame.A few days later, Gilbert was sprawled out on the floor by the piano, hands cushioned behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as Roderich played the piano. His presence hadn't been noted (yet), and Gilbert was perfectly content with listening to the Austrian play his favorite instrument as he thought over the past few weeks, and under what category he was supposed to place the damn blush that had a habit of popping up whenever Roderich got close, or said something Gilbert thought was particularly cute or...
"Gilbert, I know you're there." Roderich called out suddenly, the music stopping. Smirking slightly, Gilbert pushed himself up to meet the other teen face to face.
"Hey, Roddy." Roderich raised an eyebrow, closing the lid on the keys of his piano and placing his elbows on the wood. Entwining his fingers together, Roderich placed his chin on them and peered at Gilbert through narrowed eyes when the albino copied him.
"Gilbert," he sighed. "What, exactly, do you want from me?" Gilbert frowned lightly, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"What...?" He murmured, eyes unfocusing but staying locked with Roderich's. "Hmmm...what, indeed...?" The room was silent for a few seconds.
"Come here." Roderich sighed, pushing himself off of the piano. Gilbert automatically obeyed, still thinking as he plopped himself next to the musician.
"I..." Gilbert turned to look at a slightly flushed Roderich, who responded by pressing his lips against Gilbert's for the first time. Gilbert stared at him incredulously, making Roderich flush even more and look away.
"I-If you want..." he stammered, looking away, but seeming to build his courage to finish, "we c-could try d-dating each other..." Gilbert stared at him with wide eyes, making Roderich uncomfortable.
"Awesome." Gilbert breathed. Roderich glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, as if trying to see how truthful Gilbert was. When all he got back was a huge smile and an arm wrapped firmly around his shoulders, he looked away again with a huff.
Yay, so we gets somewhere. XD finally, haha.
FortunesRevolver: You gave me a lot of good advice, and I thank you for it. XD it's hard to remember page break stuff, because I'm uploading from my phone, so it might get awkward. I'm not very descriptive, though, so I'll try to work on that, thanks!
EtoileUtori: don't worry, there are a few more chapters for this story. XD