Didn't See That One Coming 2/?
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August 3 2009, 07:45:36 UTC
The disappointment on his friend’s face almost made him take back his words, but he held firm and watched as his eyes dropped and his form cave in on itself. The sadness was so tangible in his eyes that Ludwig felt a sharp guilt in his chest. But he wasn’t ready for this; he couldn’t do this yet.
“Alright, Germany,” Feliciano murmured, taking Ludwig back by the sudden formality of his proper name, “I’ll see you in the morning.” And with the solemn goodbye, shuffled out the front door and closed it silently, leaving a stagnant disappoint to stir in the air behind him.
It was silent for a moment as he watched the door, until Gilbert broke it with a cough.
“What?” Ludwig snapped, turning on his brother.
“That was kind of pathetic,” Gilbert started, jerking his thumb at the door.
“Leave Feliciano alone, Gilbert, I already told you he’s no-
“I’m not talking about him, West, I’m talking about you,” Gilbert deadpanned. Both stared at each other for a moment before Gilbert continued. “The kid is practically throwing himself at you, and you don’t even bother giving him a kiss or anything.”
“Feliciano knows that this relationship between us is just friendship, nothing else,” Ludwig stated, trying to drive the topic away from the matter at hand.
“Oh bullshit! You two are dating, you’ve said so yourself. But you ain’t going to do the deed with the poor kid? I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts wandering away from you.”
Ludwig narrowed his eyes on his brother. “What are you talking about, East?”
“What I’m talking about is the kid obviously has some needs,” Gilbert said, matter-o-factly, “and if you’re not going to step in and fulfill those needs, he’s going to start looking for someone who will.”
Ludwig was about to protest, but he’d seen it before; in books, in movies, even between diplomatic relations. And he could see it now, Feliciano flushed and breathless, crying out, pleading, under somebody else. The image itself was enough to send his pulse racing, and Ludwig felt his mouth go dry.
“You really think so?” he asked quietly. His brother nodded, crimson eyes self assured.
“I’ve been in that mess before,” he stated, running a hand through his silver locks. Ludwig’s eyes widened, shocked.
“With who?” he asked. Gilbert deliberated before a small, shy smile, so very unusual for him, broke across his face.
“Hungary,” he mumbled. Ludwig should have felt angry at him for betraying their (well at least his- Gilbert had never been on good terms with Roedrich) friend, but he was less than surprised.
“Well, I didn’t know you felt that way about her,” he said, smirking at his brother.
“Shut up, this isn’t about me, it’s about you!” Gilbert snapped before a blush could conquer his cheeks, “If you don’t act soon, your pansy Italian is going to start cheating, and if the sex is good enough, he’ll probably just leave you.”
Ludwig thought for a moment, and realized that for once, his brother might have been making a plausible argument. He didn’t want to lose Feliciano, not because of something as ridiculous as sex, and if he had to sleep with him to keep him, than God damn it, he would tear his pride apart to keep him.
“When?”
“I’d say now,” Gilbert answer.
“Where are the-
“Top drawer, to the left, in my room. Please tell me you know how to use one,” Gilbert asked, sarcastic as ever. Ludwig glared at him as he started to walk up the stairs.
“I’m pretty sure I know how it works, brother,” he said coolly as he ascended, Gilbert’s laugh trailing after him.
“Alright, Germany,” Feliciano murmured, taking Ludwig back by the sudden formality of his proper name, “I’ll see you in the morning.” And with the solemn goodbye, shuffled out the front door and closed it silently, leaving a stagnant disappoint to stir in the air behind him.
It was silent for a moment as he watched the door, until Gilbert broke it with a cough.
“What?” Ludwig snapped, turning on his brother.
“That was kind of pathetic,” Gilbert started, jerking his thumb at the door.
“Leave Feliciano alone, Gilbert, I already told you he’s no-
“I’m not talking about him, West, I’m talking about you,” Gilbert deadpanned. Both stared at each other for a moment before Gilbert continued. “The kid is practically throwing himself at you, and you don’t even bother giving him a kiss or anything.”
“Feliciano knows that this relationship between us is just friendship, nothing else,” Ludwig stated, trying to drive the topic away from the matter at hand.
“Oh bullshit! You two are dating, you’ve said so yourself. But you ain’t going to do the deed with the poor kid? I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts wandering away from you.”
Ludwig narrowed his eyes on his brother. “What are you talking about, East?”
“What I’m talking about is the kid obviously has some needs,” Gilbert said, matter-o-factly, “and if you’re not going to step in and fulfill those needs, he’s going to start looking for someone who will.”
Ludwig was about to protest, but he’d seen it before; in books, in movies, even between diplomatic relations. And he could see it now, Feliciano flushed and breathless, crying out, pleading, under somebody else. The image itself was enough to send his pulse racing, and Ludwig felt his mouth go dry.
“You really think so?” he asked quietly. His brother nodded, crimson eyes self assured.
“I’ve been in that mess before,” he stated, running a hand through his silver locks. Ludwig’s eyes widened, shocked.
“With who?” he asked. Gilbert deliberated before a small, shy smile, so very unusual for him, broke across his face.
“Hungary,” he mumbled. Ludwig should have felt angry at him for betraying their (well at least his- Gilbert had never been on good terms with Roedrich) friend, but he was less than surprised.
“Well, I didn’t know you felt that way about her,” he said, smirking at his brother.
“Shut up, this isn’t about me, it’s about you!” Gilbert snapped before a blush could conquer his cheeks, “If you don’t act soon, your pansy Italian is going to start cheating, and if the sex is good enough, he’ll probably just leave you.”
Ludwig thought for a moment, and realized that for once, his brother might have been making a plausible argument. He didn’t want to lose Feliciano, not because of something as ridiculous as sex, and if he had to sleep with him to keep him, than God damn it, he would tear his pride apart to keep him.
“When?”
“I’d say now,” Gilbert answer.
“Where are the-
“Top drawer, to the left, in my room. Please tell me you know how to use one,” Gilbert asked, sarcastic as ever. Ludwig glared at him as he started to walk up the stairs.
“I’m pretty sure I know how it works, brother,” he said coolly as he ascended, Gilbert’s laugh trailing after him.
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