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T/W: Threat of violence, suggestive content

Chapter 14: Love is War

Once Ivan had calmed down a bit more Prussia pulled away and sat back into the chair opposite to Ivan. The two sat in silence, when Gilbert decided he was bored of the silence and looked for something to break it.

'You know, I could probably fix that for you.' Gilbert said, pointing to the typewriter on Ivan's desk.

'Really?' Ivan asked curiously with a smile.

'Of course, the awesome me is a whiz with machines, where do you think Germany gets it from.' Prussia boasted.

'Okay then, a game. If you can fix the typewriter before I finish my work. I will admit that you are awesome at it. However if you fail to, I will beat that confidence out of you with my Magic Metal Pipe of Pain.' Ivan grinned.

'I can't tell if you are attempting to be kinky or are actually going to beat my ass.' Gilbert laughed slightly uncomfortable.

'I don't understand?' Ivan said, dropping his smile.

'Fuck it! I know I got this, you are on Russki!' Gilbert said confidently.

'Very well. I have a tool box in the garage. Good luck.' Ivan smiled as he picked his pen back up and began writing.

Gilbert, taking the challenge, ran out to the garage as quickly as he could, grabbing the tool box and running back to the office, wasting no time on getting to work. Also trying to be distracting as he did it, to slow the Russian down.

It was mostly a case of hammering parts back into shape and some bodge work here and there but in no time Gilbert was sure it was done. Turning it to the Russian proudly.

'Want to give it a try.' Gilbert smirked.

Ivan just raised his eyebrow sceptical as he took some paper and loaded it inside, beginning to type on it. After typing up a page he sighed and pulled it out.

'Ugh… I guess you are the most awesome at fixing typewriters.' Ivan muttered under his breath.

'I am sorry. My hearing sucks after years of warfare. What was that you said?' Prussia mocked, he knew exactly what he had said but wanted to hear him say it louder.

'I said you are the most awesome at fixing typewriters. If I have to repeat myself again I will break it off your head, da.' Ivan said, irritated.

'FUCK YEAH I AM SO AWESOME KSESESESE!' Gilbert cheered as he ran around the office.

Ivan wanted to hate it but it was so nice having company and noise around him, normally his office got so lonely. Even if the noise was from an annoying man child running around proclaiming his own awesomeness.

'Wait that reminds me. I need to give you something.' Gilbert stopped in his tracks before running out the office.

Ivan just shrugged and got back to his important paperwork. After all, if he didn't finish it in time there would be consequences.

Next thing Ivan knew Gilbert had ran back inside the office with his hands behind his back.

'Close your eyes.' Gilbert smiled.

'I am busy Gilbert.' Ivan sighed.

'Just do it.' Gilbert pushed.

'Fine.' Ivan said, closing his eyes.

Prussia placed the music box down in front of Ivan before stepping away.

'Open them!' Gilbert smiled.

Ivan did as he said and looked down to see the old music box that Gilbert had given him.

'You still have it?' Ivan said in awe.

'You know, it seemed valuable. Someone as awesome as me could have sold it easily for so much money, you know.' Gilbert said cockily.

'Also… I kinda thought you might want it back one day.' Gilbert added, looking away and blushing.

'I have missed this thing.' Ivan smiled, winding it up and letting it play.

'Everytime I play it, I remember that night. How things were more simple back then. Even with everything going on around us.' Ivan sighed with a sad smile.

'I don't miss the slowly starving to death.' Gilbert snarked.

'Just me and you, in that small room. No Boss over my shoulder, no paperwork, no pretending I was stronger than I was.' Ivan reminisced as he pulled the photo out of the box.

'It's just me and you now isn't it. Just this time we are not starving and cold.' Prussia smiles sitting on the desk by him.

Ivan reached out his hand and wrapped it around Gilberts.

'I have so much work to do though.' Ivan sighed.

'Fuck the work. It can wait, can't it?' Gilbert smirked, pulling the paper out his typewriter.

'You are irresponsible, you know that, I might need to punish you for that.' Ivan smiled softly.

'I won't let you. I get what I want after all.' Gilbert continued, telling by Ivan's tone it wasn't a threat.

'You get what you want do you? Well so do I?' Ivan smiled, pulling the Prussian into a kiss.

'Fuck the papers. They can wait. I want to have fun.' Ivan said, biting the bottom of Gilbert's lip.

'How funny what you want happens to be what I want.' Gilbert slipped off the desk and stood over Ivan.

'Great minds think alike.' Ivan smiled as Gilbert began to pet his hair.

'I think we should go upstairs.' Ivan got up and grabbed the Prussian's hand.

After checking the coast was clear the two ran laughing up to Ivan's bedroom where the real fight began. After Gilbert had initially shown Ivan what sex was on that first night, as every night passed he got more and more pushy about being the dominant one.

The last night before he had to leave, Ivan and him got into a wrestling match over who was on top. Gilbert hated to admit it but even though he had lost that night he did enjoy the thrill of the battle.

Today was no different, as soon as the door shut they began to wrestle as they kissed, each trying to subdue the other. Gilbert smirked as he began to get the upper hand against the resisting Russian, pinning him down on the bed with a smirk.

'Looks like you lost this time… now it's time you pay…' Gilbert whispered into Ivan's ear, sending chills down his spine.

'Do you worst.' Ivan smiled widely as he gave in.

Gilbert immediately set on undressing himself and the Russian, never letting the Russian free from his grip as he did. This time he had actually managed to get Ivan's scarf off but after only a few buttons on the top of his shirt, Ivan's hand grabbed him as he shook his head.

'Not yet please…' Ivan begged.

'I won't judge, I didn't judge your neck did I?' Gilbert said softly.

'Maybe… maybe another day…' Ivan looked away sadly.

'Hey. I can work with that.' Gilbert grabbed Ivan's face, forcing him to look at him.

Ivan just smiled as he kissed Gilbert. Despite all the bravado and roughness in their love making. It was clear that the Prussian actually cared about him.

Ivan gave into whatever the Prussian wanted after that. He had won this round but Ivan was sure to win the next. It was just like the old days, when they would fight. Ivan always loved their fights, he loved messing with the Prussian, seeing the fire in his eyes as they battled.

This was better than that could have ever been. The same fire, that same smirk, a battle of its own right. Yet it always ended in good feeling, in care and love. No longer a risk of pain.

Ivan cuddled his head into Prussia's chest after they finished and began counting his heart beats as the Prussian petted his hair. For some reason he began to feel sleepy.

'Let this last forever please…' Ivan said softly to himself in Russian as he drifted to sleep, not aware the other could understand him.

Prussia just smiled softly as he placed a kiss in the Russian's hair.