Warnings: Unbeta'd, an excess of fluff

Club activities had continued for a week and a bit now. Gil had gotten used to his feet directing him to the clubroom every Monday and Thursday after school. And it wasn't just after school, creepy as it was the albino would sometimes pop in every break and the middle of lunchtime, hopeful to catch a glimpse of his piano-playing birdie. Usually the brunet wasn't to be seen, but sometimes he'd get lucky and even stop by to listen to Roddy finish playing the sonata, march, or whatever he happened to be playing. He'd came to realise that the Austrian had his favourites, particularly pieces of Chopin or Mozart. The amount of times he'd catch playing a Nocturne or two was enough to verify it.

The first time it happened, Roderich caught Gilbert stalking outside the clubroom's door and invited him, lightly scolding him for not coming in him straight away and reminding he was part of the club and allowed to visit as he pleases, sternly adding, "Providing you aren't too much of a bother and don't make a mess, especially of my sheet music. I swear I will kick you out if that happens."

The Prussian smugly grinned and replied, "Obviously not physically!" The Austrian just crossed his arms and cutely pouted at Gilbert's irritating taunt.

"Hmph. You're still the same Arschloch that you was," he muttered a response and glared at the Prussian, yet his eyes held amusement rather than the animosity Gil was accustomed to. So the albino grinned and ruffled Roderich's soft, chocolate brown hair. He liked how the slightly thick strands immersed his pale hand, it was like it was being wrapped in silk, but not quite. Both the feathery tips of the usually neat mop and the warm ends near the scalp were enjoyable to touch.

Despite the Prussian's delight, Gilbert was messing up the Austrian's hairstyle. It wasn't like he didn't like the warmth and tenderness the albino's hand provide; it was like his embraces, comforting and affectionate, but that wasn't what bothered him. No, it was the simple fact that the Prussian was messing up his hair, which he took a good half an hour to do. To show his discomfort, Roderich tch'd in annoyance.

The Prussian's hand and warmth left his scalp, Roderich almost missed it, despite how needy - and completely unlike him - that sounded. That was until a certain smirking albino retorted, "Hmm, so you don't like me ruffling your hair? Scared I'll mess it up? You really are si- Prinzessin."

Roderich's glare turned into a double take at Gilbert's triumphant smirk, he clearly thought he had achieved something from that ridiculous nickname. How childish, the brunet thought, and why 'princess'? "Why do you have the need to refer to me with nicknames denoting femininity?" another blush spread across Roderich's cheeks, "First, 'sissy' and now 'Prinzessin'?!"

Gil's red eyes lit up and savoured the sight of the blush that stained the alabaster cheeks of the aristocratic Austrian. It's been a while since that happened, and the Prussian had honestly missed the sight of his flustered birdie. "Well, I guess it's because you are kind of girly. Oh, don't look like that, it's not a bad thing. It's what makes you so irresistibly cute!~"

"B-but, I'm not cute! I told you, I'm just as much as a man as you are! And men aren't cute!" the Austrian argued back although that wasn't really want was bothering him. "You said 'irresistibly', w-what do you mean by that?"

I said that? thought Gil, he didn't recall saying such a thing, despite the fact that the words had apparently slipped out of his tongue mere moments ago. How strange, but wasn't it adorable how Roddy seemed to hang onto every word he said? "Hmm, maybe I'll tell you some other time," that answer was sure as hell going to annoy him; actually, an answer like that what annoy anyone. "But, why don't you guess for now?"

"Guess? Why would I..." regardless of his almost opposition, Roderich mind drifted into a deep though, trying to untangle the hidden meaning behind the Prussian's words. "'Irresistibly', 'irresistible'... On second thoughts, I don't want to think about it! It's too weird!"

Saying Austrian's last words hurt him was an understatement. 'Too weird'? It was clear that Roderich had got a inkling of what Gilbert had been hinting on since this whole Music Club business. The way the brunet had said those words had been quite casual, almost jokey, not disgusted or appalled, yet he had a feel that, right now, if he were to confess Roderich wouldn't take it well, never mind accepting his love. And he knew it wasn't because the Austrian was straight, because he wasn't. The pianist had a tad too many male exes for that.

Well, maybe the awesome him was just over thinking things, it was something he had gotten into the habit of doing, especially when concerning a certain piano-playing Austrian with the most mesmerising violet eyes. So, he hid his hurt - like he always would - and smiled at Roderich. "Hmm, you won't be thinking like that some time soon."

"A-and, what's that supposed to mean? I swear you talk in nothing but riddles nowadays!" the brunet crossed his arms and huffed. Why was the Prussian so hard to understand as of late? "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

The Prussian grinned at Roderich's sweet concern, before teasingly replying, "Awww, and if I was? What would you do, Roddy? Would you nurse me back to health?" The Austrian's slowly rouging cheeks made his grin stretch wider until he was practically grinning from ear to ear.

"S-stop being so ridiculous," the Austrian stammered, head turned away in embarrassment. "W-well... If you ask nicely, I may play some music to you, o-or bake you a 'get well' cake."

"Oh boy, not another one of those," Gilbert retorted whilst pretending to fake vomit, but that signature smirk crept up pass the hand covering his mouth.

And what was that supposed to mean?! thought Roderich angrily. "Excuse me, I'll have you know, aside for music, cooking is a hobby of mine, one that I practise - and perfect - often in my spare time. And, unlike a certain bushy-browed Brit, I am actually good- No, as you would say, awesome at it!"

The Austrian's sudden passionate exclamation startled the albino teen, to say the least. He didn't expect his little birdie to get all defensive about it, though, he admitted, it was pretty cute, and Gil certainly didn't doubt him. When Luddy and Roddy were... well, they were going out. N-not that it matters, the Prussian thought. Well, back then, he had once tasted one of Roderich's Sachertorte. Now, it wasn't as mind-blowingly, god-like as his piano skills, but that's maybe because Gilbert didn't have a particular liking for said dessert, but it was definitely awesome.

But Gil wasn't referring to his birdie's baking skills. "Calm down, Roddy, don't get your corset wound up the wrong way!" the Prussian held his hands in the air defensively, red eyes glimmering with mischief at the last remark. The Austrian give him another glare, which he replied with a goodhearted grin. "I was referring to the one time I was sick, so Luddy said he'd bake me a nice strawberry 'get well' cake. I got my cake, and ate it, too. But, it was unawesomely gross! Do you know why?"

"No, I don't," Roderich replied, slightly fazed. Ludwig and he would bake together many times when they were dating. It was sort of a guilty pleasure of the blond, but he was amazing at baking as he was at cleaning, though, the brunet scolded him whenever he attempted to do both at the same time. It was slightly surprising, to say the least, that one of the German's cakes turned out awful. After all, Ludwig had only started baking when the Austrian was dating him, and even back then, none of Ludwig's cakes failed. It was like the blond was naturally gifted in the kitchen.

"Well, when the awesome me asked for a 'get well' cake, my Bruder took it a little too literally and grinded some antibiotics and other shit-tasting tablets and mixed it in the gottverdamnte cake mixture! And believe me when I tell you this, Roddy, it tasted like the shittiest shit anyone had ever shitted!" he said, banging his fist repeatedly against the coffee table for emphasise, causing the teacups filled with Roderich's coffee jump and clink a little.

Roderich scolded him, as a few small splashes of coffee leapt out of the cups and luckily on their saucers, avoiding the Austrian's sheet music. However, his violet eyes were still laughing fondly at the Prussian's anecdote. "Either way, you better drink your coffee before it gets cold, Gilbert."

"Sure thing, Prinzessin," and within an eager gulp or two, the Prussian had managed to completely drain the teacup of its contents as Austrian watched him, dumbstruck. When he had finished, he outstretched the now empty cup in front of the brunet, and with a cheekily boyish grin, he asked, "Got more?"

"Well, yes, of course," Roderich gracefully poured more of the hotter brew from the teapot into Gilbert's cup, "but slower and more" he ever so slightly crinkled his nose, "civilised. Pretend you have manners, at the very least. And this time, it's streaming hot and I don't want you burning your throat."

The Austrian's last remark warmed him up in a special place where his coffee didn't. Gilbert grinned, "Awww, Roddy, you do care, after all!" Although the little, playful tone the Prussian used was as jokey as normal, Gilbert hoped that Roderich would see the sincerity of his words in his eyes.

It was difficult to identify the fondness in the last of the Prussian's words, but the brunet somehow managed to find it in those softened red eyes. It was that particular type of gentle warmth held by only Gilbert, like that in his embraces and caresses. Roderich had often felt himself growing rather attached to it, in an odd way. Yet he had no idea why.

And here's where I run dry of content to upload. I guess I'm putting this fic on hiatus until I have more chapters written. Sorry guys :(