Celluloid Nightmare [3b/5]
anonymous
September 12 2010, 11:27:16 UTC
Expectations Gilbert doesn’t leave their room for the rest of the meeting; even then, the days are hardly productive. Ivan and Ludwig can’t be within five ten feet of one another without a glaring contest sparking between them and Yao has given up in controlling the Russian. The other nations were almost certain he’d taken Ivan’s side and was just as likely to suddenly attack as the other. A few days passed in this manner before they finally resolved that nothing would come of attempting to continue the meeting; they called it quits early. For the next three days, they’re confined to their hotel rooms; no one leaves in fear of running across any of the three nations, though the Chinese man has also resorted to locking himself in their room.
Gilbert’s fairly quiet at first, sitting cross legged on the second bed with a neutral expression as he mulls over God only knew what. Yao is often the one making conversation with him, settling on the bed with him and bringing him food. At first, the gestures are ignored; he does eventually give in halfway through the second day. The first sign of recovery is eating; the second is when he pulls Yao into his lap and even offers a few comments in the mostly one-sided conversation.
Ivan, for the most part, makes himself scarce during the first day. He comes back as the sun is setting and moves Gilbert to the first bed, keeping him secure between himself and Yao. When the morning comes, he disappears again; he returns to find that Yao has settled into an afternoon nap against Gilbert and the Prussian is playing with his hair. He smiles and slides onto the bed with them. He settles with his back to the headboard and Gilbert moves to snuggle back on him; they both smile when the movement causes Yao to swat at them, though he’s quickly still again and merely settles himself so his head is in the Prussian’s lap. The silence is pleasant.
“We leave tomorrow night, da?” Ivan murmurs out of the blue. His chin is on Gilbert’s shoulder, he’s kissing lightly at a bruise on the man’s neck.
“Ja, tomorrow.” Gilbert doesn’t sound the least bit ecstatic. Where Ivan would normally tease, he keeps it to himself; he makes an offer instead.
“You could come with us?”
“Nein…I need to deal with this. I need to deal with Ludwig…with Antonio and Francis…with this.” He’s mumbling, probably not even aware he’s doing so. Still, Ivan nods, brushing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“Shall we stay with you, then?”
“Not yet.” Gilbert lets his eyes shut, “Not just yet.”
They spend the next day out and about; Gilbert shows them around Berlin, grinning the entire day. Ivan contents himself with the pastries, while Yao manages to hoard the candies they buy to himself and scolds the other two when they try to dig through his robes to find them. He drives them to the airport and sees them to their planes; Ludwig and Antonio find him first-they had dropped the Italians off- and Francis soon joins the small party after ensuring that Matthew-Gilbert curses himself as he’s reminded that he never asked who that was- is safe on his own flight. Somehow, they manage to get home without causing a scene.Authornon has the next parts, just need to finish tidying up the last two and it will be done!
Gilbert doesn’t leave their room for the rest of the meeting; even then, the days are hardly productive. Ivan and Ludwig can’t be within five ten feet of one another without a glaring contest sparking between them and Yao has given up in controlling the Russian. The other nations were almost certain he’d taken Ivan’s side and was just as likely to suddenly attack as the other. A few days passed in this manner before they finally resolved that nothing would come of attempting to continue the meeting; they called it quits early. For the next three days, they’re confined to their hotel rooms; no one leaves in fear of running across any of the three nations, though the Chinese man has also resorted to locking himself in their room.
Gilbert’s fairly quiet at first, sitting cross legged on the second bed with a neutral expression as he mulls over God only knew what. Yao is often the one making conversation with him, settling on the bed with him and bringing him food. At first, the gestures are ignored; he does eventually give in halfway through the second day. The first sign of recovery is eating; the second is when he pulls Yao into his lap and even offers a few comments in the mostly one-sided conversation.
Ivan, for the most part, makes himself scarce during the first day. He comes back as the sun is setting and moves Gilbert to the first bed, keeping him secure between himself and Yao. When the morning comes, he disappears again; he returns to find that Yao has settled into an afternoon nap against Gilbert and the Prussian is playing with his hair. He smiles and slides onto the bed with them. He settles with his back to the headboard and Gilbert moves to snuggle back on him; they both smile when the movement causes Yao to swat at them, though he’s quickly still again and merely settles himself so his head is in the Prussian’s lap. The silence is pleasant.
“We leave tomorrow night, da?” Ivan murmurs out of the blue. His chin is on Gilbert’s shoulder, he’s kissing lightly at a bruise on the man’s neck.
“Ja, tomorrow.” Gilbert doesn’t sound the least bit ecstatic. Where Ivan would normally tease, he keeps it to himself; he makes an offer instead.
“You could come with us?”
“Nein…I need to deal with this. I need to deal with Ludwig…with Antonio and Francis…with this.” He’s mumbling, probably not even aware he’s doing so. Still, Ivan nods, brushing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“Shall we stay with you, then?”
“Not yet.” Gilbert lets his eyes shut, “Not just yet.”
They spend the next day out and about; Gilbert shows them around Berlin, grinning the entire day. Ivan contents himself with the pastries, while Yao manages to hoard the candies they buy to himself and scolds the other two when they try to dig through his robes to find them. He drives them to the airport and sees them to their planes; Ludwig and Antonio find him first-they had dropped the Italians off- and Francis soon joins the small party after ensuring that Matthew-Gilbert curses himself as he’s reminded that he never asked who that was- is safe on his own flight. Somehow, they manage to get home without causing a scene.Authornon has the next parts, just need to finish tidying up the last two and it will be done!
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