Minifill- Game Day
anonymous
February 5 2011, 05:28:26 UTC
[no, not the same anon from above. Just a crappy little fill that isn't worth the space it's posted. Sorry if it's not what OP wanted]
Gilbert looked at his lover sitting on the couch next to him, blue eyes glued to the telly. It was days like this when Mattiu wasn’t his usual stuttering wreck. An eager expression on his face; sitting on the edge of the chair, and his jersey wrinkling from his constant movements. The hockey team he was rooting for would score and Mattiu would jump up, with a little shout of victory. The albino chuckled silently to himself, fascinated with the blonde. With final seconds of the game left; one final score was made, settling the match. On days when they lost, it was horrible. Mattiu’s cheerfulness dropped completely and he looked as if Santa had crashed into the ice cream man delivering free ice cream to orphans on Christmas. Gilbert would move next to him, and would wrap his arms around the smaller blonde, whispering reassurances. Mattiu would lean into his embrace and they would just sit there, not caring about how much time passed. But on days when they won, it was a whole different story. Mattiu would be completely and utterly ecstatic. Bouncing off his seat; he would crush Gilbert in a hug, planting soft kisses on the his lips, which the albino would eagerly return. Finally Mattiu would settle into Gilbert’s lap and looking up at the Prussian he would whisper, “Ich liebe dich.” Gilbert’s mind would proceed to go completely blank, absolutely smitten by his precious Canadian telling him those three little words in his own language. Laying the blonde on the couch and beginning to ravish him he would glance up. “Ich liebe dich auch.”
Gilbert looked at his lover sitting on the couch next to him, blue eyes glued to the telly. It was days like this when Mattiu wasn’t his usual stuttering wreck. An eager expression on his face; sitting on the edge of the chair, and his jersey wrinkling from his constant movements. The hockey team he was rooting for would score and Mattiu would jump up, with a little shout of victory. The albino chuckled silently to himself, fascinated with the blonde. With final seconds of the game left; one final score was made, settling the match. On days when they lost, it was horrible. Mattiu’s cheerfulness dropped completely and he looked as if Santa had crashed into the ice cream man delivering free ice cream to orphans on Christmas. Gilbert would move next to him, and would wrap his arms around the smaller blonde, whispering reassurances. Mattiu would lean into his embrace and they would just sit there, not caring about how much time passed. But on days when they won, it was a whole different story. Mattiu would be completely and utterly ecstatic. Bouncing off his seat; he would crush Gilbert in a hug, planting soft kisses on the his lips, which the albino would eagerly return. Finally Mattiu would settle into Gilbert’s lap and looking up at the Prussian he would whisper, “Ich liebe dich.” Gilbert’s mind would proceed to go completely blank, absolutely smitten by his precious Canadian telling him those three little words in his own language. Laying the blonde on the couch and beginning to ravish him he would glance up. “Ich liebe dich auch.”
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