We swim around, laughing and chasing each other, splashing each other every now and then, and just having fun. We get out of the lake when we get hungry, or rather, Gil picks me up bridal style and carries me out of the lake.
He puts me down, grabs a Prussian flag towel he had brought out without me seeing, and wraps it around both of us. He holds me close to him. After a few minutes, we're dry of the lake water except for our hair.
Gil takes the towel and dries his hair so it's not dripping wet anymore. "This'll take a minute with your longer hair." he tells me. "Don't want water on my floor." He smiles and rubs the towel over my hair.
I smile back and warn him, "Just be careful of my curl."
"Ja, ja." He doesn't head my warning, or doesn't know what I'm talking about, because not long after a I tell him, my curl is being rubbed against, hard, with the towel as he dries my hair.
I let out a quiet moan. "G-Gil-k-kun."
"Hm?" He seems completely unfazed, seeing as he continues to dry my hair, roughly moving my curl around.
"Y-you're n-not…b-being c-careful. …M-my c-curl," I manage to get out between moans and small sounds of pleasure.
"What do you mean your curl?" He keeps drying my hair, and I can't take it anymore. I grab his shoulders and kiss him hard. He seems a little surprised at the suddenness at first, but kisses me back. The towel falls from my head as Gil pulls me close to him.
"Birdie, what's gotten into you?" he asks, smirking a bit before kissing me again. He pulls me closer and breaks the kiss, smirking at me. "Kesesese, I know you want the awesomeness Birdie, but you're gonna have to wait until we've had some lunch."
I rest my head against his chest and murmur, "Gil-kun, that's not what I want right now." I'm coming back to my senses from when he messed with my curl, but it will take a few minutes to calm down completely.
"It seems like you want it."
"You rubbed my curl really hard. I told you to be careful."
"Your curl…? Oooohhhh, your currrrl." He gets it after a minute. "Kesesesese, it's good to know all it takes is a good pull at your curl."
I blush bright red. "G-Gil-kun,"
"Don't worry Birdie. I won't unless you say it's alright this time." He kisses me again, but soft this time, before picking up the towel and taking my hand in his, bringing me back to his house.
"I'll make lunch since you made breakfast. I'll make it awesome for you." He kisses my check before going off to the kitchen.
I go back up to his room to change into something else. I don't think I have anything casual to wear, but I don't think Gil would mind if I borrow some of his clothes. So, I dig through his room until I find a pair of shorts and a white tee-shirt with a black Prussian emblem on it. I change into it and go downstairs to the kitchen.
"Ah, great timing Birdie. I'm almost done; take a seat."
I sit down at the table, smiling. After a minute or so, Gil turns around with something that looks like something we had back at camp, but it looks better this time. He smiles at me as he puts a plate in front of me. He sits down across from me, and we eat the German food.
Prussia POV
He's wearing my shirt. With the Prussian emblem. That's just awesome, it makes me feel so happy. It just reminds me it was fate that he chose me over his brother. I just love him so much.
When we finish eating, I take our plates, kiss my Birdie, then wash the dishes.
"Gil-kun?" Birdie asks after a minute.
"Yeah Birdie?"
"Do you have any bandages?"
"Ja. I'll help you with them in a minute."
"Merci."
When I finish washing the dishes, I bring Birdie up to my room and sit him on my bed. I go over to my closet and get some bandages for him.
"Here, you bandage your leg, I'll get your back." I give him some bandages.
"Alright." He takes the shirt off, then asks, "How do you find anything in here?"
"Oh, I just know where everything is."
"Oh." He starts bandaging his leg, and I bandage his other wound. I look over his chest and back, gently running my hands over them as I bandage him. Once we finish, Birdie puts the shirt back on, and I change into shorts and a black tee proclaiming that I'm awesome.
"Hey Birdie, you ever shot an arrow?" I ask, thinking on the spot.
"Once or twice when I was younger, but that was a long time ago."
"Care to relearn?"
He thinks for a moment before quietly saying, "I guess it couldn't hurt to."
"Awesome!" I grab his hand and drag him downstairs. I grab some arrows and two bows, then bring him outside. I bring him to my shooting range [I have one 'cuz I'm awesome.], and give him a bow. Luckily, the targets are still set up from when I left them, so I don't have to set those up.
"Do you remember how to hold it?" I ask him. He nods. "Notch an arrow? Properly use it? Shoot it correctly?"
"Why don't you show me first?"
"OK." I shoot a few arrows, then turn back to Birdie.
"OK. So, like this?" He takes an arrow and shoots it, but it doesn't even get to the target.
"Keep trying." He nods and shoots a few more rounds before I figure out what's wrong.
"Birdie, your stance is off, and you're not pulling the bow back far enough."
"It can be pulled back farther?" he asks in confusion, looking over at me. I laugh a bit.
"Ja, it can be pulled back farther. Would you like me to help you get it?"
He nods. "Oui s'il vous plait."
I smile and stand right up behind him. I put my arms over his, and place my hands over the back of his. I move into the stance, making sure he moves with me. I pull the bow back and hold it.
"Now, look down the shaft and line it up with the center." I gently whisper in his ear as I aim. "And when you have it set up, shoot." On the word, I let go of the arrow and watch it fly until it lands in the dead center of the bulls-eye.
"Wow." he softly says.
"Think you can try it yourself?"
"Let's do this a few more times."
I smile. "Alright." I shoot off a few rounds, slowly letting go until he shoots by himself. He looks over at me a little concerned, but I give him an encouraging nod. He looks back at the target and takes a shot.
It misses, and he looks over at me again.
"Go on, you can do it." He smiles a bit and looks back, determinedly, at the target. He shoots again, but he hits the target this time. Better yet, in the center.
"I did it!" he excitedly proclaims.
"Good job Birdie." I tell him smiling. I then kiss him and he kisses me back for a minute until I pull away. He smilies up at me. I gently kiss his forehead.
We stay out, shooting, gently kissing at Birdie's bulls-eyes, and talking until we can hardly see.
"I guess we should go back now." I tell him.
"Yeah." He takes my hand, since he can hardly see, and I know the way back. I just leave the bows and arrows out. No one comes around here anymore, so it doesn't matter.
It only takes a few minutes to get back to the house. I turn the light on and close the screen door, it being nice enough for just that.
"What time is it?" Birdie asks, stifling a yawn.
"We'll have some dinner first, alright?"
"OK." We go to the kitchen, and I make up some Ramen noodles. I'm not sure how I got them, but I don't really care. Birdie's tired and this is easy to make…but Arthur could find a way to mess it up, I'm sure.
We eat the noodles, Birdie sitting in my lap. I have my arm around his waist, holding him close to me. He doesn't mind, and a few minutes later when we finish eating, I kiss up along his neck.
"Mmm, Gil-kun. I'm tired."
"I know Birdie." I kiss his jaw before picking him and carrying him upstairs. I sit him down on my bed. He looks like he'll fall asleep any minute, so I kiss him softly before I tell him, "Guten nacht."
"Bonne nuit." he softly says.
I go back downstairs and wash the dishes, then put them away. Once I finish that, I go back upstairs to my little Birdie.
I go into my room and I find Birdie already fast asleep on my bed. He just has his boxers on, with a shirt he was going to put on clutched in his hand. And the moonlight shining through the window is hitting him just right.
I smile and very gently, so I don't disturb him, kiss his check before going to change into some sweatpants. I look at myself in the mirror, thinking.
He likes you, no loves you. Stop worrying.
But what if I screw up? Would he still love me?
Of course he would. And you won't screw up. Just control yourself.
Control myself? He's too, too…perfect. My little Birdie.
Right your little Birdie.
Your little Birdie? His brother-
No! He chose me dammit. He doesn't love him!
He's his brother. He will always love him.
Not how he loves me. He loves him like a brother. A BROTHER!
Sure. How come he said he'd always love him then?
Like a brother! A brother. Dammit. …DAMMIT! Why's he got to be so perfect?
After half an hour of arguing with myself, I come to the conculsion that if I keep Birdie away from his brother, he'll be mine, and if control myself, he'll let me have some fun with him later. So, I go back into my room, a bit nervous.
It doesn't help that when I come back, Birdie is clutching one my pillows to him and is a bit sprawled out. And the moonlight is still hitting him perfectly.
I smile at him before getting into the bed with him. I don't want to disturb him too much, so I move close to him, wrapping my arms around him. I pull the blanket over us and fall asleep soon after with Birdie in my arms.