knocks on Gilbert's bedroom door. He'd let himself inside.

pouting under his sheets.

... knocks again before opening the door. "Gilbert?"

instantly sits up, sheet still draped over his head. "Roddy?"

walks inside and closes the door. "May I ask why you're still in bed when it's almost three in the afternoon?"

huffs softly, holding his arms out for the other. "Because."

smiles fondly. "Because?" He carefully slips off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair.

getting a little impatient. "Come here and I'll tell you."

to tease him. He approaches the bed, still keeping out of reach. "Why can't you tell me here?"

trying not to whine. "Because I can't. Come here."

chuckles and carefully pulls off his shoes before climbing into bed.

grabs him, pulling him close and cuddling him. "I fucking missed you." He steals a long kiss, holding Roderich tightly against him.

smiles against his lips, lightly caressing his cheek. "Then why didn't you come visit me when I was sick? Idiot."

didn't even know he was sick! "I did come, but you weren't there! When were you sick??" Now he feels even worse.

- "I was in my room most likely. I've been sick this entire week." He adjusts his glasses a bit. "I did call. Have you checked your-

-messages?"

...."On my cell or the house phone?" He can't really figure out how to get to them on his cell >>;;;

blinks. "Your cell phone, of course."

coughs. "Uh..nein...sorry." He kisses him on the forehead, feeling like shit. "Are you still sick?"

why he does.. Was /he/ sick? "No, I'm healthy again. What's wrong?"

like a shit boyfriend, he's guilty. "Nothing's wrong." He hugs him tight against his chest.

kisses his cheek. "Something is very wrong."

doesn't think so.. "Like what?"

- "You seem very upset..."

hugs him tight. "Cause I missed you, and I couldn't take care of you when you were sick."

hums. "Don't worry about that. And I'm here now."

happy for that much. "I'm still sorry, liebe..."

ruffles his hair. "Liebling... It's alright, really."

sighs softly. "Ja, okay.." He pauses for a moment. "Roddy?"

brushes Gilbert's hair back. Aww. The Prussian was slipping into his clingy state. "Ja, Liebe?"

isn't clingy! "I went to Fritz's grave for his..." Deathversary sounded stupid. "You know. A few weeks ago."

completely understands now. He holds Gilbert close now. "Yes? Is that why you seem so down?"

shrugs a little. "Maybe..." He's not looking at him through.

takes his chin and turns him towards him. "Gilbert."

meets his eyes carefully. "Ja?"

- "Talk to me."

huffs softly. "There's nothing to talk about. I went, I left a sack of potatoes, talked to him a bit..."

.. doesn't appreciate the huff. "Then I would just like to know why you're looking like someone kicked you."

doesn't like talking about his own feelings. He moves to sit up. "I don't look like that."

let's him, moving back to give him room. "Alright then."

slips off the bed, getting a beer from his mini-fridge. "Want one?"

shakes his head. "No, thank you."

should have known he'd refuse beer. Seating himself at the edge of the bed, he opened the can and promptly drained the entire thing.

sighs. "You're sure there's nothing to talk about?"

tosses the can in his small waste basket. "I'm fine. You were sick the entire week? Who took care of you?"

- "Eliza."

scowls. He should have known. "Of course. I bet she wanted to know why I wasn't there taking care of you myself."

- "Jealousy isn't a good shade on you, Gilbert."

reaches for another beer. "I look good in everything, remember?"

stands up. "So you say."

opens the can. "What's wrong?"

- "You refuse to openly speak to me about what's bothering you." :/

takes a drink. "I'm not...refusing to talk to you, Roddy."

- "Then what exactly is stopping you?"

pretty sure it's his pride. Instead of answering, he takes another drink.

grits his teeth a little. Fine. He goes to leave then.

swears softly, reaching out to pull Roderich into his lap. "Don't..."

stumbles into his lap, but he's less than amused. "Will you talk?"

holds him close, eying the floor. "What do you want me to talk about?"

- "What ever is bothering you."

rests his head on Roderich's shoulder. "What am I supposed to say? After all this time, I still can't get over that he's gone? That's_

_just a little more than pathetic, Roddy..."

- "It isn't pathetic."

snorts softly. Of course he would say that. "It's been a really...really long time. I highly doubt other nations get this way over the death

_of an old boss." Even though Fritz was so much more than an old boss.

- "We establish connections with humans sometimes, that have showed us great kindness. Those connections are difficult to break, Gilbert." -

- "Don't think for one second that I don't mourn Maria Theresa. Or Franz Ferdinand. Or.. Goodness. There are so many. We all do. It isn't-

-pathetic."

tightened his grip just a little, holding him closer. "Really?" He didn't doubt Roderich, he just...somehow felt that he blew his grief_

_out of proportion in comparison to the other.

- "Really. Mourn him if it's what you wish. If's alright."

been. He'd spent all day at his grave on that day, despite the people that came and went to offer their own condolences. Hugging Roderich_

_tightly, he pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Danke."

smiles. "You're welcome."

sighs softly. "I'm glad you're here. I really missed you."

- "Have you been sulking in your bedroom all this time?"

...is sure the other will be upset if he answers that truthfully. "Uh.."

frowns. "Honestly." :/

hides his face in Roderich's neck. "You said I was allowed."

- "Yes... But you're not allowed to sulk."

,.."What's the difference?"

- "You know."

does, but.. "So I can mourn, but not sulk?"

nods.

to sulk at that. "It's not very fair..."

turns his head to kiss his cheek. "It's very fair. Now, let's go get you some hot chocolate."

hums softly. "I want something sweeter." He shifted Roderich in his lap, tilting his head to catch the brunette's lips instead.

.. kisses him back, fingers lightly curling in his hair. Hm.

what the 'hm' is for. He deepens the kiss though, pulling him close.

makes random sounds from time to time..

slides his tongue along his bottom lip.

denies him entrance for now, smirking faintly.

bites his bottom lip.

's breath hitches in his throat, but he remains stubborn.

's fingers creep up his shirt, sliding across his skin.

shudders, gasping.

slips his tongue into Roderich's mouth, kissing him gently.

moans softly, pressing against the others chest in order to push him onto his back.

falls onto his back, trying to pull Roddy close to his chest still.

straddling his hips, kissing him fiercely. Well. He'd missed the other.

moans into his mouth, threading his fingers through Roderich's hair and meeting his kiss eagerly, as he pulled him closer.

makes a soft sound when Gilbert brushes Mariazell.

smirks into the kiss, tugging lightly at the stray hair as he slides his tongue against Roderich's.

moans sharply, shifting a little as he tried to relax his breathing.

lets out a soft sound as he shifts, and slides a hand down to grip his hips.

rocks his hips against his, breaking the kiss and panting heatedly against his lips. He hated Mariazell sometimes. BT

that little hair. Moaning softly, he rolls his hips up into him, biting at his lips.

doesn't. He curls his fingers in Gilbert's shirt before making quick work of it, tossing it aside.

grins at that. "Missed me too, I see."

- "Shut up." He runs his hands down Gilbert's chest, still rocking his hips against him, impatient.

arches, moaning softly. "Needy too" he breathes, grabbing him and rolling them over so that he could undo Roddy's pants and slowly slide_

_them down.

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