A/N: If the reviews from last chapter are any indication I should probably change my name to Little Miss Teasealot :P. Or Little Miss Updatemorefrequentlyyoulazyb um. You guys are the best reviewers ever, making me go all warm and fuzzy inside with your words of encouragement *more hugs and stroopwafels for all of you*. I wish I could update more, but the plotbunnies just keep coming and going and harassing me with new ideas for other stories. I'm trying, I really am. Hopefully this will make it up to you. Thank you for your continued patience. *more hugs and stroopwafels*
Warnings: Takes place some months after the last chapter. And yes, Gilbo did have his cherry popped during that time. And also yes, I will write that down. Eventually. As soon as I get over my fear of writing the good stuff. Yeaaaah, don't hold your breath. But it will happen. Like for serious. For this chapter, italics means they're speaking German. Because I'm too lazy to go look for accurate translations and I wanna know what people say while I'm in the story, not afterwards. And of course, me being me, expect lots and lots of talking again :P.
Just another day in the life
If Gilbert had ever experienced a perfect moment, this was it. They were sitting outside a picturesque café, their beer was served by a cute waitress, the sun was setting, giving everything a warm, peaceful glow. And while all these things made this moment good, what made it perfect was that he was sharing it with Johan. He let out a smile as he shifted his gaze towards him. Johan took a quick sip of his beer before he grabbed the pencil from behind his ear and continued the sketch of their waitress. The sunlight was dancing in his hair, giving it an auburn hue, and when he looked up to take another glance at the waitress the light hit his sea green eyes as well, turning it a shade lighter. And he shouldn't be using the word beautiful to describe him, but honestly? It was the only fitting word. He was just beautiful. Johan noticed Gilbert staring, and let out a little smile himself.
"What are you smiling about, Gil?" He asked, putting the finishing touches on the sketch.
"Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying my view. It's quite the sight."
"Tell me about it. That waitress has a nice rack."
"I was talking about you, stupid."
"I know, but I like hearing you say it."
"Sneaky bastard."
They finished their beer and left the café, leaving the sketch behind for the waitress, as well as a nice tip. Johan wasn't about to feed Gilberts ideas of the stereotypical, stingy Dutch guy. No matter how much it hurt him to see his precious wallet so empty. They decided to take a walk through the park before heading home. By the time they arrived in the park the sun had set completely, causing Gilbert to shiver because of the decrease in temperature. Johan noticed and removed his scarf, putting it around Gilberts neck. Gilbert replied by hooking arms with Johan, muttering a thank you.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked, scooting closer to Johan, tightening his grip on his arm.
"Maybe a little. But I know a perfect way to fix that."
"Does it include pushing me against a tree for a make out session and then sex?"
"Wow, you just read my mind." He said, lowering his hand to grab Gil's ass, squeezing it. Gilbert replied by elbowing him a bit.
"Not in this place, bub. I'm still pulling out splinters from last time. They got stuck in places I didn't even know you could get splinters stuck in."
"Yeah, I kinda got carried away. Sorry about that."
"You're lucky you're cute, you know that?"
"Luck has nothing to with it, babe," he said with a smirk as he grabbed Gilbert by his chin and pulled him in for a quick kiss. When he tried to pull away he found Gilberts arms around his neck, keeping him from pulling away. A knowing smile graced his lips. "And here I thought you didn't want any more splinters."
"Who says I'll be the one getting splinters, babe?" Gilbert smirked back, kissing him. He started walking towards the nearest tree, pushing Johan with him. Johan's back hit the tree, causing their heads to butt because of the sudden stop they made. After rubbing their sore heads and apologizing to each other while trying not to laugh Gilbert leaned in to kiss Johan again, letting his hands travel down to the waistband of his jeans. He was fidgeting with the belt and almost got it open when he heard some noise behind him. A dog, barking as it ran towards the pair. It jumped at Gilberts legs, causing him to fall over and quit his handiwork.
"Oompf! Whoa there! Down boy, down!" He said as he tried to keep the Labrador from licking his face and covering it in drool, failing miserably. "Johan! A little help here!"
"I'm on it. Come on buddy, leave the poor albino alone. I'm the only one that gets to lick him." He said with a laugh, getting the dog off of him. "The dog doesn't need to know that, Johan" he said as he got up, trying to wipe the drool off his face. "Eww, doggydrool. Gross."
"A dog's mouth is much cleaner than that of a human you know." Johan said as he got a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over to Gilbert, still laughing. Gilbert swiped it from his hands, glaring at him. "Don't be a smartass, smartass. Or you can kiss the dog instead of me tonight." He grumbled.
"Maybe I will. I mean, just look at how cute this guy is! Who's a cute doggy? You're a cute doggy! Yes you are, yes you are!" He cooed, pulling the Labrador into a hug.
"Great, my boyfriend is cheating on me with a frikkin' dog." Gilbert said with a scowl as he watched Johan rubbing the Labradors belly.
"Rakker! Rakker, where are you? Oh, there you are, you little rascal. And you made some new friends I see. He didn't cause you any trouble, did he?" A middleaged man walked over to them, calling Rakker back to him.
"Not at all, sir. He was even kind enough to give my friend here a nice facewash, haha."
"Did he now? That means he likes you, sonny. Rakker doesn't just lick anybody, hehe."
They ended up having a conversation for a little while before the man remembered he still had a wife to go home to. They said their goodbyes, Rakker jumped Gilbert again, the man pulled him away by putting a leash on him and they went on their way home. Gilbert had to use Johan's scarf to wipe his face clean this time, causing Johan to have a little freak-out moment. Gilbert replied by saying that he shouldn't worry so much because wasn't it him who said that a dog's mouth is so clean? Johan grumbled in defeat while Gilbert pinched his cheeks, enjoying his victory as well as the cute look on his face. When they finally arrived home Gilbert immediately rushed to the bathroom. He threw the scarf into the washing machine and then proceeded to thoroughly wash the remaining drool off of his face. He reached out a hand to grab a towel, when he felt Johan push one against his face.
"Dude, what the hell. I can dry my own face just fine, thank you very much." He managed to bring out.
"Please, I saw how you abused my favorite scarf while you were trying to get that drool off. Let me do this."
"I told you, I'm perfectly capable of-hmpfn!" Johan pushed him against the sink, effectively silencing him by kissing him. His hand traveled down Gilbert's back and squeezed his ass, causing Gil to let out a smile and break the kiss. "You're insufferable."
"I'm horny too. Rakker was such a cockblock," he continued, biting down on Gilberts neck, causing him to bite back a moan. That bastard really was insufferable. He reached out a hand and let it run through Johan's hair, pulling him closer. "Well, I do love hearing you say how unbelievable I am once I'm done with you," he whispered.
"I'd like to see you try," Johan whispered back. Gilberts grin grew wider. He'd make sure this would be a night Johan would remember for a long time.
Meet the Order
"..."
"Sir Heinrich."
"..."
"Sir, with all due respect, I did what my heart told me to do. I know you must be mad at me, but..."
"…"
"Oh, come on! You can't keep on giving me the silent treatment!"
Gilbert and Johan were at the headquarters of the Order. During the past few months he'd spent with Johan he'd also kept in touch with the Order, informing them about his situation. There had been many angry letters, even more angry international phone calls, lots of sulking, plenty of melodrama and all that other good stuff that would have made for a great soap opera. Eventually Johan got tired of it all and the two of them went to see the Order together so they could see for themselves that there was nothing wrong with the two of them dating. Needless to say they weren't making much progress at the moment, with Heinrich refusing to talk. Johan cleared his throat before turning to face the old man.
"Sir Heinrich, is it? From what Gilbert has told me you're a pretty reasonable guy. Could you at least hear him out before you ex-communicate him of whatever the hell it is you guys do?"
Gilbert and Heinrich stared at him with their mouths open. "You speak German? When the hell did that happen?"
"Like it's that hard. All I had to do was turn my soft G's into hard G's et voila. Perfect German." He answered with a shrug.
"It doesn't work like that!"
"For us Dutchies it does, hehe," he said with a wink. "Well, that and the fact that I had a German roomie in college. She was a great help."
"Good grief. I'll deal with you later." He turned his attention to Heinrich again and was about to say something, when he got interrupted by him.
"You, spikeyhaired punk."
"It's Johan, sir. Johan van der Meer. Glad to see you haven't lost your ability to speak." He said with a grin.
"Watch your attitude, boy. I've had fights with bigger guys than you and won." The man said, giving him the evil eye. Johan wasn't about to be intimidated though, and kept on smiling as he answered him.
"I know, sir, Gilbert told me all about It. He also told me that you and his grandfather were best friends, and that you played a large role in raising him to the man he is today."
"Apparently I didn't raise him properly, seeing as how he ended up with some lowlife sketch artist!"
"Okay, enough! Sir Heinrich, I love you like my own grandfather and you mean a lot to me, but I won't have you trash talking about the love of my life like that!"
"…"
"…"
Heinrich stood up from his seat and walked over to Gilbert, grabbing him by the shoulders and looking him in the eye. A little sigh escaped him. "Is that really how you feel, Gilbert?"
"Yes, sir. I know this isn't exactly how you imagined me to turn out, but I'm still the same old troublemaker who wrecked your favorite chair and replaced your classical music LP's with hardrock when I was a little brat. The fact that I happen to sleep with a man instead of a woman doesn't change the person I am."
"Eww. Spare me the details, boy."
"Sorry, sir. But I stand by my statement. I love Johan, and he loves me. And if it really bothers you that much feel free to kick me out of the Order, because I refuse to be a part of something that won't accept me being happy with the person I love." He finished. Johan reached out and grabbed Gilberts hand, giving it a little squeeze while smiling at him. Sir Heinrich walked back to his chair and sat down, letting out another sigh.
"You always were quite the negotiator."
"Tell me about it. That's how he got me to let him top." Gilbert facepalmed. "And things were just about to go well."
"Dammit spikey, I said spare me the details!"
"Sorry sir." He said with a not so apologetic grin.
"I swear, if I end up having homoerotic dreams I will kill you." He grumbled.
"No need to worry about that, sir. I'll kill him myself."
"Dying by the hands of my beloved. Such a romantic way to go."
"… your boytoy has issues, son."
"He's lucky he's cute."
"And great in bed, don't forget that."
"SPIKEY!"
The Proposal
"Penny for your thoughts?" Johan asked Gilbert after taking a sip from his Heineken.
"Trying not to look down because of my fear of heights."
"You could have just said no if you didn't want to come up here."
"And miss seeing this gorgeous view? Hell no."
"And the fact that you get to hold on to me tightly is just an added bonus, right?"
"You do have a ridiculously comfy chest." He said, snuggling up to him a bit more.
"So the only reason you want to cuddle with me is because of my chest? I feel so used."
"Oh, shut it. Like you're not using the opportunity to feel me up."
The two of them were sitting on the roof of Johan's house/parlor, enjoying a clear, star filled night sky. It had been one of those rare, Dutch summer days in which the sun actually showed itself instead of hiding behind grey clouds, and they had spent the entire day with Henk, Denise, Sanne and Maarten, having a BBQ in the park. After everyone went their separate ways the two of them went home as well. And because the night sky was so clear, Johan suggested they go out to the roof with a couple of beers to do some stargazing.
"Do you think we'll see a shooting star?" Gilbert asked.
"I wouldn't count on it. But it would be nice to see one."
"Have you ever seen one?"
"A few during my travels. You?"
"I saw a star shower when Gramps and I went camping in the mountains. He was teaching me how to navigate through the stars, and during our trip back home it happened. It was beautiful."
"I'll bet. Speaking of beautiful, have you ever seen the Northern Lights?"
"Nope. You?"
"Me neither. We should make a trip to see it together."
"I'd like that."
They fell into a comfortable silence after that, enjoying each other's company. After an hour or so of stargazing, Gilbert trying to teach him to find constellations and trying not to freeze their butts off because of the now chilly night, Johan got up to stretch his legs and get the blood flowing. Gilbert stood up as well, and the two of them decided to call it a night, going back inside to change into their sleepgear and go to bed. Once they were under the covers Gilbert snuggled up to Johan's chest again, as Johan wrapped an arm around him, holding him close.
"Hey, Gil?" he asked, running a hand through Gilberts hair.
"Mmhm?"
"Are you happy, being with me?" Gilbert let go of Johan and sat up at that, looking at Johan, who was looking back.
"Of course I'm happy. Why are you asking me all of a sudden?"
"Well, we've been together well over a year now, and I…"
"Yes?"
"Uhm… Well, I thought… I mean… I guess I wanted to know if you want to take this relation a step further."
"A step further? Do you mean-" He started, eyes widening a bit.
"Well, yeah." He said, as his cheeks reddened a bit. "I mean, if you want to."
"Oh. Uhm…"
"Argh. I knew it was a stupid idea to bring it up at this moment. Forget I said anything," he said as he fell back into the pillows and hid his face under one. He stayed like that for a while before Gilbert pulled the pillow away and brought their faces close.
"Yeah, you can't expect me to just forget and pretend nothing happened."
"Sure I can. I have enough beer in the basement to make us forget the past month if need be."
"You have an answer for everything, don't you?"
"Force of habit. You had to be quick of tongue and sharp of wit to make it to the top of the stockbroker bizz."
"I'm sure you do. Okay then. You want my answer?"
"If it isn't too much trouble."
"Not at all. Ask me."
"I'm sorry?"
"Just pop the question and I'll answer it."
"Didn't I just…"
"You implied it. Implying is not asking."
"Oh. Okay. Uhm, I don't need to get down on one knee, do I?"
"Seeing as I'm kinda straddling you at the moment, no. You don't have to," he said with a grin. Johan rolled his eyes before sitting up a bit and grabbing Gilberts hands. He took a deep breath and looked Gilbert in the eye.
"Gilbert Adalar Friedrich Maria Beilschmidt, will you make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me?"
"Wow. You used my full name and everything. The last time that happened Gramps and old man Heinrich were lecturing me because I went joyriding with their old Volkswagen."
"Dammit Gil, save your Dennis the Menace stories for the bar and answer the damn question."
"Alright, alright. No need to get your boxers in a knot, I'm getting to it. Ahem. Okay. Johannes Wilhelmus Reinaert Nikolaes van der Meer, I'd love to marry you and share the title of happiest man on earth with you."
"You will?"
"I have to now, I used your full name and everything too." He said with a grin before Johan pulled him closed and kissed him for all he's worth. "Thank you."
"No, thank you."
A/N: Woooo three stories in one! And it only took me like nine months instead of the three years it probably would have taken if I had split them into separate chapters! I'm rambling, onwards towards explaining.
First story: Just as the title says, something that happened on a random day with our heroes. Nothing too fancy.
Second story: Also just as the title says. This could have been so epically dramatic and shit, but as per usual I had to ruin the drama by being funny. So no angst for you! After Heinrich got some brain bleach he gave the pair his blessings and went on his merry way. He's still not sure how to feel about it all, but it is his best friends grandson, and he pretty much raised the guy too, and he saw how happy they were and dammit you just can't say no to True Love™. And that's all I have to say. One day I'll get hella drunk and write a proper epically dramatic fic or something.
Third story: Once again, title says it all. He popped the question. I didn't want it to be too traditional, because that just not how I see those guys. Hopefully I got it across. And hopefully my lameass sense of humor didn't ruin it too much.
The names: Gilbert Adalar (noble eagle, I had to include it) Friedrich (peaceful, mighty ruler. Also the name of old man Fritz, I had to include it) Maria (and your mandatory biblical girlname. Every man with a gazillion names has to have one).
Johannes (Dutch version of John(athan)) Wilhelmus (name of the first Prince of the Netherlands, he was also the one who lead the Dutch revolt in the 80 Years war) Reinaert (trickster fox protagonist of an old Dutch medieval folktale) Nikolaes (name of Sinterklaas, patron saint of sailors, children and the city of Amsterdam).
It all makes perfect sense I tell ya.
And the soft G hard G thing is a joke we make here in Dutchieland. The Dutch pronounce the G in a soft way compared to how the Germans say it. Because Dutch and German are so ridiculously similar all you have to do is change that little letter and you as a Dutch speak perfect German :P. It made sense in my head.
So yeah, next chapter will cover the wedding and the kids stuff and more random days. Expect it to be posted sometime in the next two years or so :P. No, seriously, I'll try to update as soon as possible. If my plotbunnies don't fail me.
Once again, hope you had fun reading, and reviews are always appreciated! Thank you!