T/Ws: Sexually Suggestive content and mutual combat
Chapter 24: Korobeiniki
Ivan and Gilbert made it down to the garage where the piano was sitting. Gilbert then pulled the cover off it. Ivan approached it and flipped the lid wincing as he pushed down on a key.
'That sounded awful.' Ivan pouted.
'I can't… I keep imagining that stupid aristocrat absolutely dying at how bad it sounds.' Gilbert laughed.
'Stupid aristocrat?' Ivan said, puzzled.
'Austria. He would throw a tantrum anytime his piano was even slightly out of tune. This would murder him.' Gilbert laughed.
'Interesting.' Ivan smiled sinisterly.
'Regardless, I can't play it like this. It might have to call someone.' Ivan sighed.
'Nah, fuck that. I can do it. All I need is some pliers.' Gilbert boasted.
'How can you tune a piano with pliers of all things?' Ivan asked with arms folded.
'I used to fuck with Austria's all the time to wind him up. I eventually figured out how to tune it so I could detune it, make him get someone else only for me to have tuned it back when they got there. Made him look like an idiot.' Gilbert laughed.
'You are very much a bully, da.' Ivan laughed.
'Oh and like you're not?' Gilbert scoffed, digging through the tool kit.
'No. I am friends with everyone!' Ivan smiled joyfully.
'Alright then. How about Mr. Friends with everyone makes me some snacks while I so kindly fix their piano because I am AWESOME!' Gilbert smirked as he pulled out some pliers.
'Okay.' Ivan said gleefully as he skipped away.
'Wasn't expecting him to actually do it. Shame I wanted a fight, oh well.' Gilbert shrugged and got to work.
Running off to grab his flute to use as a reference point he got to work. After an hour Ivan came over with some freshly baked Sushki. He sat on a small wooden box chatting to Gilbert as he worked away. Very soon he had done a good enough job and placed the wooden panel back on the piano.
'Now your end of the deal. I want to hear how bad you are?' Prussia smiled.
'I didn't know this was a deal. It's been almost 30 years, I don't know if I will still be good.' Ivan whined as he walked over and looked at the piano.
'I don't even know what to play.' Ivan frowned.
Ivan stood there thinking for a minute before looking at the Prussian who was bored and playing with his tools and smiled. He knew what to play.
Ivan began to play the tune of Korobeiniki, the same tune from that music box. He got a few notes wrong at first but once he got into the groove again it was flawless.
It was ironic to Ivan that Korobeiniki had been the tune of that music box the more and more he thought of it. The entire song was based on a poem, not that Gilbert would know that.
The poem was about a young travelling merchant who seduced a girl. Having fallen in love with him the girl bought a ring from him, refusing to take it as a present. As he departs he promises to come back and marry her once he sells his wares with his merchant friend.
On the way back, having empty boxes from selling their goods, the two merchants take a shortcut through the moors when they are shot and robbed for their money by a man with a gun. He later goes to the village and lets slip of his crime and gets arrested, the body's of the merchant boy and his companion are found. In the end he never does get to marry the poor girl.
He only hoped that their song would not end in sorrow like that of the boy and the girl in Korobeiniki. He didn't want to be without Gilbert, the last few months had been so nice and so was their time in Stalingrad.
Having now finished the song, Ivan stepped away from the piano and placed his hand on his chest tightly.
'Yep, definitely just Austria who is lame. That was so cool it would make a little bird flap its wings.' Gilbert smirked.
'You think so?' Ivan said excitedly.
'Oh yeah. Next time I will have to join you but on my flute.' Gilbert smiled sincerely.
'Maybe that time not the garage, da.' Ivan sighed.
'Let's move this to my office.' Ivan suggested going to one side.
Gilbert just nodded and grabbed the other end. Between the two of them they eventually dragged it to the office and placed it up against one of the walls, flopping on the ground after they were done.
'Here, put your name on it too.' Ivan said, passing a small pocket knife to Gilbert.
'Fuck yeah. Marking my territory.' Gilbert laughed as he took the knife and scrapped his name in cyrillic, above Ivan's naturally.
Ivan just laughed happily. Never wanting this moment to end. Ivan shuffled over to the Prussian, planting a kiss on his lips. Gilbert wasted no time kissing the Russian back and running his hands up the Russian shirt.
'Never leave, please.' Ivan whispered between kisses.
'I don't know. Are you going to make it worth my while?' Gilbert said seductively, pulling his hands from under the shirt and placing them around the top of the Russians pants.
'You think I will give in that easily!' Ivan laughed, using his bodyweight to pin the Prussian down.
'I was about to ask you the same question.' Prussia laughed, using all his strength to flip the Russian of him and sit on top of him.
Ivan just smiled and using his scarf tied the Prussians hands together. Prussia could have easily just ripped the fabric off the scarf but that would destroy it and probably lead to a not sexy beating.
'You fucker, using your scarf is cheating. How the fuck do you even move that thing like a limb.' Prussia growled.
'That's my secret. You are all mine now.' Ivan whispered as he began unbuttoning the Prussians pants.
Ivan lifted Gilbert up after pulling his pants down and threw him over his desk. Bending him down over it while using his free hand to force the Prussians head down on it.
After dropping his own pants the Russian got to work 'claiming' his territory. Hearing the Prussian moan in pleasure under him as he did.
Once they were done Ivan pulled his pants back up and flopped on the nearby sofa out of breath. He was soon joined by the Prussian who sat by him, pulling him into a hug.
'I will win next time Russki. This was nothing but a fluke.' Gilbert smirked.
Ivan just nodded, enjoying having the Prussian close to him.