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Love Is An Unverified Rumor	By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Love Is An Unverified Rumor (2/4)
- Chapter Two -
Germany learned with time, having had enough occasions to observe and study Prussia, that the older nation had a gift of the gab; the ability to coax even the most uptight people, him included, into most absurd conversations and situations.
He started to notice little details no one else seemed to register, and he cherished each one of them.
What Germany grew aware of was that he became a witness of a drastic but fascinating transformation taking place. The change from a proud lion into an affectionate kitten.
"Good morning!" A familiar voice greeted quite energetically.
Germany turned to give him a wary look, not even bothering to ask why he burst into his room at this hour.
"It's night." He said flatly.
"It's morning when I see you." Prussia beamed and came to stand in front of the blond. "I thought," He snatched the book Ludwig was holding and put it to the side carelessly, "We should go out to watch a sunrise." He gave him a grin and watched the signs of dissatisfaction appear on the blonde's features. It was obvious that he was not fond of the idea, or of Gilbert's haphazard ideas in general.
"Now?"
"Of course not. Next year." The older nation laughed at his question, not quite understanding what Germany had against a promenade.
"Gilbert," He started slowly, thinking about how to convey his disaccord, "In all earnestness, I cannot see any real necessity why I should comply to your wish. What kind of pleasure can you possibly gain from staring at the sun?" The mere idea sounded inane to him. "Frankly, I don't see the point of it."
"Does it need to have a point?" Gilbert countered leisurely. He smiled then. "Why don't we simply try it? Then you will see how little pleasures can make the life more enjoyable."
He hates to admit it, but Prussia was right.
Germany realized - he felt it - that exactly those 'little pleasures', as Gilbert called them, deepened their bond and made him exhilarated. What he was also sure of was that he never before had a more beautiful and enjoyable night. Or was it morning?
In the picturesque grounds of Sanssouci1 they wandered through the deserted, peaceful green of the parks and listened to the birds announce the beginning of a new day. Prussia, who brought along his flute, kept on making him snicker with the attempts to impress him, claiming to be the best flautist after his beloved Old Fritz.
And as they strolled over the lawn only an occasional high-pitched sound of the instrument would break the silence when Gilbert tried to continue a melody he had started hours ago. The music had a soothing effect on Ludwig and generally created a lovely atmosphere. He smiled, rarely in such a light-hearted mood, and watched how different shades of blue painted the sky, throwing glances at his companion from time to time while inwardly admiring his elegant posture whenever he brought the flute to his lips.
After they finally settled down, sprawled over the soft grass, Prussia made him sit between his spread legs and he didn't complain. Away from the crowded palace and inquisitive gazes, he slouched his shoulders and leaned back onto Gilbert's chest without any awkwardness or stiffness and marveled at the slow sunrise in front of them.
The sight was delightful. Suddenly there was a brightly-colored horizon as the soft curve of the sun slowly rose on the periphery; first rays of the teasing beams pierced the gloomy morning air, a pinkish flush spread around the glorious star. He sank more into the welcoming warmth of Gilbert's body behind and looked up at the incredibly blue skies above them before closing his eyes, perfectly content.
Behind him, propped on both arms, Prussia spoke through a deep sigh.
"You drive me mad…"
Germany didn't know what he meant. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to know right now. A warm breeze came as though invited and he leaned into Gilbert's warm chest further, his body slack.
"You don't smile much though." The platinum-blond commented off-hand.
"You want me to smile?" Germany brought himself to ask, eyes still closed.
"I want you to be happy." Gilbert whispered into his ear.
A sincere little smile fluttered on Ludwig's lips, and even though he didn't say it out loud, he was happy.
Gilbert started humming some melodious tune, the vibrations of his baritone voice pleasantly lulling him into a happy state of somnolence.
He could only partially recall the first time he was kissed − by Prussia, who else − but his memory was rather foggy. It was the first time he drank quite a lot too.
Damned champagne, it was guilty for everything − one glass too many and he gradually let his hair down in front of people and laughed. He could not even remember what the occasion was, but as he wanted to leave, insisting on walking alone to his room in his fuddled state, Prussia seized him by the hand and dragged them away from the crowd, somewhere to a more secluded location. Caught in the spur of the moment, he did not object.
He remembered Gilbert whispering sweet nonsense to him, his brain too intoxicated with alcohol to register the words properly, body too languid to protest as the man kissed him, plundering his mouth and innocence. But one thing he did remember. A low drone Gilbert made while they kissed. It sounded funny at first, he almost would have laughed if his lips weren't too preoccupied with something else, but it started to arouse him later, and it was there where his memory ended. If he fell asleep or went unconscious he didn't know. He suspected Prussia ordered someone to bring him away or perhaps, which was even worse, he himself carried him to the bedroom.
He never mentioned it, too ashamed about what happened, wanting to forget the event as soon as possible and never repeat it again.
He was not entirely sure what exactly the man felt for him until Gilbert confessed to him one night.
Footsteps, loud in the silent bedroom, brought him out of slumber, giving him a palpitation. As the intruder accosted the large four poster bed he sat up, blinking to clear his vision, body turned towards the source of the noises. Even though the heavy panels of drape provided intimacy and protection to some extent, it had its disadvantages − he did not have even the slightest possibility to discern the other person's shape, let alone their face. There was only a motionless, dark silhouette.
He strained his blue eyes in the darkness but nothing happened for few moments. Mouse-quiet, Ludwig did not move, nor did he find a necessitous reason to do so, cynical of the man's motives.
When the stranger finally moved, the drapery was roughly drawn aside, revealing the person's identity, and Ludwig almost winced at the sudden impetus but managed to hold himself together as not to show that Gilbert just scared the living daylights out of him.
"Ha!" The platinum-blond exulted, "I knew you weren't sleeping." The drapery was pushed further to provide more space for Gilbert.
The man wore his night attire, a double-breasted nightgown, quilted Berlin-blue satin, even a matching waistcoat − it nearly made him look down at his own clothes, a simple, white nightgown innocent of any fancy details.
He let the thought slip for a second, Gilbert attracted his attention again anyway as he sat onto the canopy bed and sank into the feather-mattress, surrounded by layers of blankets, silken sheets and the embroidered quilt.
"Shockingly comfy these beds…" he added rather irrelevantly. His right hand traveled over the quilt, palm tracing the delicate texture until it got suspiciously near to where Ludwig's thigh was, hidden by the covers.
"I don't want to be rude but what are you doing here?" Ludwig ignored his words, "Midnight passed long ago." Truthfully, he had no idea what time it was. But it didn't even matter − he came to his room, to his bed, uninvited. Reason enough to get angry, was it not?
The older nation leaned towards him, supported by the same right hand still lingering beside his leg, but Ludwig refused to budge or let himself be intimidated. To daunt Ludwig was the last thing the Prussian had in mind however.
"You don't want me here?" Gilbert put on a pathetic pout, playing on being hurt. His breath had a strong odor of wine, but that alone was not enough to pinpoint him as drunk. Gilbert's fingers playing with the frills on the front of his nightgown made him question his decision for a second though.
He ignored the ridiculous pout and slapped his hand away.
"No."
Gilbert retreated with a skeptical look, giving him some breathing space again.
"Little brat…" The platinum-blond mumbled almost inaudibly, "Thousands would kill to be in your place."
Ludwig restrained himself from rolling his eyes and lay down again, dragging the covers up protectively, all the way to his chin, satisfying himself with the thought that the man was not right in the head.
"I bet you came to sleep here." He mumbled from under the quilt.
"Me?" Gilbert pointed at his chest for emphasis, "No… It didn't even cross my mind."
"You're a terrible liar, Gilbert." If the platinum-blond was lying, that grin never did.
And while he waited patiently for Gilbert to either say something or go out of the room, the man remained sitting there, taking some strange pleasure in simply observing him.
"Do you, by any chance, know about that fairy-tale called Sleeping Beauty?"
Ludwig ground his teeth together in annoyance. Was the idiot serious or was he joking with him?
"Yes." He gritted out with obvious disaffection, "And?"
Gilbert grinned and returned to his earlier position as he bent down, now leaning on his elbows.
"Nothing. It only made me think of you for a short second." The amusement in his voice was not to overhear, yet his tone lowered noticeably, causing the blonde's heart to skip a beat.
Despite the obvious spark of attraction that flew between them, he remained true to his earlier intentions, quickly retaliating.
"Have you ever heard about the fairy-tale called Beauty and the Beast, Gilbert?"
Said man did not offer an answer right away, but the corners of his lips quirked up in a smirk.
"Of course. What's with it?" And there was the husky tone again. Had the man no shame at all?
"Nothing. You simply reminded me of it." The blond said with burlesque and the older one laughed.
He began to shake with laughter, his head fell onto one of the pillows and the huge cushion muffled his strident voice. Ludwig did not even find it that funny, but a small smile blossomed on his lips anyway as he felt a strong feeling of joy swelling in his chest upon realizing that he alone made Gilbert laugh. So intense was the feeling, the older nation's laughter sounded almost euphonic to his own ears.
"Oh please… Let me stay here for tonight. I feel lonely in my room." Gilbert said after the laughing ceased. This time, his words sounded sincere and Ludwig could only agree − indeed, it was true that these huge rooms and chambers made one feel isolated most of the time. And it was not like he hated him or detested his presence, on the contrary.
"At least take your boots off." He muttered reluctantly from under the covers where he hid himself again. Who on earth wore their Hessians to bed?
"Ah, right." Gilbert fumbled around for few seconds until the black boots hit the parquet floor and the Prussian got under the warm covers too, stealing his precious free space and snuggled closer, not missing his chance to invade Ludwig's personal bubble.
Meanwhile, the younger blond thought the heart would jump out of his chest − he was certain the other would hear it. Scratch that, a little louder and the whole palace would hear it.
Before he knew what was about to happen, or had the chance to do something against it for that matter, Gilbert leaned in and gave him a kiss. It was quick, but right on the lips, one could not deny.
Ludwig didn't expect more nor did Gilbert go any further.
He simply found a comfortable place on the pillow, sighed through his nose once and threw one arm over the blonde's waist.
"You're my Elysium…" He murmured out nonchalantly and tightened his hold, "'mm love you…" Few other indecipherable words were mumbled out before Gilbert fell asleep, leaving Ludwig to fight against the wild army of butterflies in his stomach.
Gilbert sure could fall asleep easily − another thing Ludwig concluded for himself − and the blond wondered if he would wake up in case he tried to remove his arm during the night. It was impossible to sleep like this.
But not yet.
Besides, he knew he wouldn't stay like this for a long time since Gilbert had the habit of conquering the whole bed. Just like he loved conquering everything else.
Gilbert's words from earlier made his chest ache in the most delightful way, the strange floating sensation made him slightly dizzy. As he relished in the memory of the words and that kiss again, the arm on his body didn't feel that bad anymore.
At last then he knew that a certain winged boy made him subdue his chaste heart to the nation whose even breathing now slowly lulled him into sleep.
To Be Continued…
* "Sanssouci is the name of the former summer palace of Frederick the Great, King of Prussia, in Potsdam, near Berlin. It is often counted among the German rivals of Versailles."
** Cupid - the Roman god of love
A/N: LOTS OF SMUT IN THE NEXT ONE! :D *cough*perhaps a bit of angst D: but nothing serious, I promise*cough*
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