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Chapter 7: Change of Heart

After dinner, Gilbert decided to hang around as he made small talk with Ivan he watched as he repeatedly played with the music box.

'You think I could stay the night?' Gilbert asked as he watched Ivan wind up the music box again.

'You want to say the night?' Ivan said, confused.

'Yeah, I can't be bothered with walking back and it's my birthday so why should I?' Gilbert smirked.

'I see.' Ivan said, going back to his music box.

Gilbert didn't know what possessed him. However he found himself not wanting to leave this place. It had been building up over the last few weeks, every day it felt harder and harder to leave. Even as the food Ivan could provide to him got smaller and smaller. He found himself longing for them peaceful hours as they sat on the mattress on the floor chatting away.

Gilbert was pretty sure he had begun to fall for Russian and he didn't know what to feel. The guy was a psycho, yet most of the time he was spending with him he had been mostly normal. Hell he found himself looking forward to it. I mean he was the enemy but yet he shared his own food with him.

'Hey Russia. You can call me Gilbert if you want.' Gilbert said as he stared at the Russian.

'Gilbert. I guess you can call me Ivan then.' Ivan smiled as he put down the music box.

Gilbert then shuffled closer to Ivan before leaning in to kiss him. Ivan was confused at first and leaned away but as Gilbert made contact he melted into it.

'So, was it awesome kissing me or what?' Gilbert smirked.

'You really had to ruin the moment with your arrogance, da.' Ivan shook his head.

That had been Ivan's first kiss. He had never been with anyone before. No one had ever been interested in him and he had never really thought about such things. Not through lack of wanting it just because it hadn't crossed his mind since he didn't even have any friends let alone a chance at a relationship.

'That was my first kiss.' Ivan said bashfully.

'Do you maybe want a second?' Gilbert asked.

'Okay' Ivan said, leaning in and meeting his lips with Gilberts.

The two had soon begun making out. Even though in both of their countries they could be killed for such actions, especially with the enemy, neither of them cared. Ivan was enjoying being loved, being wanted. Gilbert on the other hand still had no idea why he felt this but couldn't stop himself.

Maybe it was the fact that even though he had been nothing but a dick to Ivan in the past. Even though he had attempted to rob him and even shot him. Even though he had been abrasive at every turn Ivan had stayed loyal to him without expecting anything in return but his company. Gilbert has misjudged him.

Gilbert pushed Ivan down onto the bed and undid his coat.

'Considering you have never kissed. I am going to guess you have never had sex.' Gilbert said as he leaned over Ivan.

Ivan just shook his head with his face red.

'Would you like to try?' Gilbert asked flirtatiously.

'Okay but I don't know what to do. I don't even know how sex works.' Ivan said embarrassed.

'Its okay. I will show you.' Gilbert said as he pushed the jacket off Ivan and tossed it aside.

However as he went to unbutton Ivan's shirt Ivan stopped him.

'Please can I leave my shirt and scarf on.' Ivan said nervously.

'I can work with that' Gilbert smiled, working on getting his own shirt off before moving on to his pants and then Ivan's own.

After some very fun and rough sex, Ivan and Gilbert lay side by side out of breath.

'That was a very fun experience.' Ivan said happily as he lay there.

'Yeah, sex is fucking awesome.' Gilbert smiled, taking Ivan's hand in his.

'I almost wish we could stay here like this forever.' Gilbert sighed.

'Me too, although I would miss my sisters if we stayed here forever.' Ivan added.

Gilbert rolled over and placed his arm over Ivan.

'If you don't mind me asking why did you want to leave your shirt and scarf on?' Gilbert asked.

'I don't want to answer that. Not yet. Maybe one day but I can't face that right now.' Ivan said sadly, rolling over and placing his forehead on Gilberts.

'Okay then.' Gilbert smiled as he kissed Ivan again.

The two cuddled close to each other, just enjoying each other's presence. Not even the sound of gunfire off in the distance could ruin this moment for them.

Gilbert awoke some hours later having fallen asleep. He looked at the sleeping Russian next to him. It was so strange, part of him still wanted to hate this asshole but another part of him had come to love the strange man before him. Although the fact Ivan was somehow hugging him with his scarf was freaking him out just a little.

Gilbert was curious and pulled down Ivan's scarf a little around his neck to find the bandages were still there.

'Surely that should have healed by now?' Gilbert thought to himself as he pushed the scarf back up.

Gilbert looked at his watch and sighed sadly as he saw he would have to leave soon. He began poking Ivan in the face reportedly to wake him up, snickering as he did.

'WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT POKING!' Ivan suddenly yelled as he began to squish Prussia with his scarf.

'I'm sorry!' Prussia exclaimed, causing Ivan to let him go.

'Manners.' Ivan smiled as he got up.

'Fucking psycho.' Gilbert rolled his eyes as he got up, not as mad about it as he thought he would be.