Warnings: Unbeta'd, some swearing

Roderich realised he had let himself be caught up in Gilbert's tender embrace for quite a while now, long enough for him to assume that the albino's arms must have gotten tired from holding him. Well, saying that, it was certain from the Prussian's slightly annoying tenancy to brush tickling hairs against his cheek and upper neck as he continually nuzzled him, Gilbert's affection clearly hasn't died down.

There was a near unwillingness (one that the Austrian would most definitely deny of if he was ever asked) to the way Roderich removed the older teen's comforting arms and he could see it clearly in the other's face by that look of displeased perplexity. It certainly caught Gilbert by surprise, the Austrian teen wondered if he should have somehow alerted the albino before prying off his arms. But, there was no helping that now.

"Oh, ah... Yeah," Gil awkwardly stuttered. That was the most intimate contact he had had with the Austrian for as long as he could remember. Sure, they probably hugged once or twice as kids, but he could scarcely remember such an event and he was doubly sure that Roddy couldn't either. Actually, the whole thought that his birdie had allowed himself to be embraced and comforted by Gil when he was most vulnerable, made the Prussian excited and overjoyed to the point that his heart wouldn't stop racing even now. This means Roderich didn't hate him as much as he thought he did! He maybe even trusted him a little!

"I-I suppose we should continue with club activities," Roderich's face was blushing like ever, but lighter than usually. Maybe the increased company of Gilbert throughout the day had made him used to the flirtatious actions he had been constantly presented with. However his final action was anything but flirtatious, it was warm and comforting. A pure hearted act of affection, the Austrian was glad of it, slightly changing how he viewed the Prussian, just by the smallest bit. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to be friends with the Prussian, but friendly acquaintances wouldn't be too bad.

"Sorting through the sheet music I had brought with me," ah, so that's what he was doing frantically earlier, Gil thought, "I realised I had failed to bring anything that involved a guitar and piano or keyboard duet. I wouldn't mind playing the violin, but it seems that I don't have any violin and guitar duets either."

Actually, that was a lie, Roderich thought. The truth was that he had absolutely nothing, no sheet music whatsoever that included any guitar part, no matter how small or insignificant. And that was largely due to the fact that he mainly played classical music, not only classical musical, but it was the sole genre that he listened to and played virtually every day. Although he probably did have some guitar stashed away somewhere in his basement library of music back home, it really didn't help considering 'home' was miles away. Gilbert, however, might have had something with him or in his dorm room, but let's hope he forgot all about it, because, although the Austrian doesn't want to mention it after how nice the albino has been today, Roderich really dislikes the sound of an electric guitar, especially whilst he is trying to play the piano.

What was that supposed to mean? His little birdie and he can't play together? That kind of left Gil gutted. This was no good; not only does it defeat the point of joining the Music Club, but how was the Prussian supposed to make advances on Roddy if they can't play together at least? Well, sure they're going to be stuck in the same room together for a few hours after school (Gil had that to look forward to, if anything), but, music brought people together. And although it was one of those cheesy saying he could see the brunet preaching if he was in a particular mushy, sentimental mood, it is oh-so very true for his little piano-playing birdie. Music was the easiest (and fastest) way to Roderich's heart.

With a near hesitation in his voice, Gilbert decided to tell Roderich something he hasn't mentioned to anyone for quite a long time, "You know, guitar isn't the only instrument I play."

"Really?" eyes widen, mouth hung slightly agape, the Austrian's surprise was genuine. Gilbert plays another instrument? And Roderich has known him for years, how is it that he had never heard of it?

The albino smirked before continuing, "Yeah, you'll like it. It's another one of your orchestral favourites." Which was doubly good, he'd be able to play that classical music the brunet loves so much with him.

Now Roderich was concerned. If it was an orchestral instrument, Gilbert probably wouldn't have learnt how to play it properly. That would be awful, being the human personification of Austria and his plain old self, Roderich would not have the strength or willpower to tolerate that every club session. A disgusted grimace graced he Austrian's face.

The sour expression on his Roddy's face wounded Gilbert softly and he emitted a bitter laugh, "Oh Roddy, apart from slightly rusty since I don't practice much nowadays, I'm pretty damn good!" with a nostalgic expression, he added, "Old Fritz thought me, after all."

That surely baffled Roderich, but he decided to think it through a little. Old Fritz? Gilbert means his favourite teacher/carer, the one he say was like a father to him, Fredrick. And Roderich does faintly remember Fredrick once playing a soft melody to them as children, but what was the instrument? It was a woodwind...

"Gilbert, do you play the flute?!" the Austrian exclaimed in sudden realisation. He was certain that was what Gilbert was teasingly telling him about.

"Ja, not so useless now, am I?" Gilbert's smirk grew until he was grinning from ear to ear. Now he was eternally grateful for all those long, hard hours when Fritz would constantly correct him on his breathing, or make him repeat a particular bar at least a few times too many. All that shitload of 'getting the timing right' and that 'sight-reading' shit, has finally served its usefulness. Not only would it help him woo Roddy, but it would also stop his little birdie to be so annoyingly patronising towards Gil. Sure, it didn't change the fact that the Prussian loved him, but still, that attitude was as annoying as fuck.

That last comment made Roderich's face flush in embarrassment. Now that Gilbert had mentioned it, he had been unfairly judgemental of the Prussian (then again, he didn't like Gilbert beforehand and he really did give off the vibe of an uncivilised brat) - not that he would admit it - and he wasn't the only one guilty of a one-sided verdict. "I-I never said that! Besides, I didn't ever insist you should partner up with someone when we played hide-and-seek in case I would 'get lost'!"

Gil couldn't hold back a whole-hearted laugh, it was always like this when one of them mentioned a childhood story. And using it as a silly retort, his birdie sure is cute! "Awww, well that's because you did! And you're only complaining because it made you look like a sissy in front of Liz and Luddy!"

"Again with the sissy thing?" Roderich huffed back, although he wasn't really angry. Actually, he was enjoying it a lot. It's been a while since he had a good argument with someone, he was grateful for it, helped him let of some steam. "I'll have you know that I am just as much as a man as you and Ludwig!"

"Oh baby, I know you are," Gil purred the smooth remark, followed by a flirtatious wink. Forget slow and steady seduction, teasing Roddy once in a while was too much fun. And look at that delicious blush, now who could resist that?

"D-Dummkopf!" that bright crimson rouged Roderich's cheeks yet again. Hiding his head a little, he playfully smacked the Prussian with a rolled piano book. The response he received was the Prussian's infectiously cheerful laughter, and Roderich found himself smiling too, under fifty shades of red.

I almost forgot how ridiculous fluffy and cute this fic was. Ugh, I want to continue it if I have time, but my time management skills are poor and I don't want to neglect what I am currently writing.