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Stealing

Roderich woke up to a really weird noise and more warmer than he should be. He slowly opened his eyes seeing a blanket and a yellow blob on his chest staring at him. He jumped awake and saw it fly away and that's when he knew it as only Gilbird, Gilbert's pet bird. Seeing the bird did the trick of waking him up as he sat up rubbing his eyes listening to the house and looked at the blanket recognizing it as the one he put on Gilbert. I guess he knew. It was quiet as he yawned but froze. Quiet, there is no quiet with Gilbert. Roderich jumped up to begin searching the house for him.
Gilbert was frustrated and was finding it hard to reply to his blog comments. The moment he put up a new entry of being confused about his actions, his friends were there to 'help' him.

Awesome Confusion: I tried to be nice, and all the person does is snap at me. So when I least expect it! I'm suddenly getting a nice gesture from them. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

~Tomatoes_Are_God: Gilbert, you really must give it time. Sooner or later the answer will come to you and destroy your confusion.
~Angleterre's_Secret_Lover: Aw mon ami! You should have come sooner for help! I say you two are so oblivious I might as well tell you, but what fun would that be? <3
~The_Awesome_One: You guys are no help! I might just boot you guys off! >I But then again, being mean to friends is so unawesome.
~Tomatoes_Are_God: Why don't you ask? I'm sure they'll be willing to talk if you tried.
~The_Awesome_One: That's just it they get annoyed the minute I walk in the room.
~Angleterre's_Secret_Lover: Then surprise them! Shower this person with love and attention.
~The_Awesome_One: Attention I have down but love?! What the fuck are you talking about?! There is no love between us and never will be.
~Tomatoes_Are_God: Sometimes I wonder if I'm the dense one. |Status: Offline|
~Angleterre's_Secret_Lover: We shall see |Status: Offline|
Gilbert stared at the screen and cursed closing it sharply just as the door opened. "Gilbert, please tell me you did not destroy anything."
He growled, "No I did not." Gilbert suddenly brightened and attacked the Austrian. "Specs! Why didn't you tell me Gilbird came back!" he exclaimed plucking the bird from his shoulder.
Dear gott! That bird is quiet! Roderich didn't even notice him there. When he looked up, he couldn't help but smile at Gilbert. He was petting and talking to the bird as it seemed to dance in his palm. He did always have a soft spot for cute things.
The trance, however, was soon broken, "Oi, pansy, cook some dinner." demanded the Prussian as the bird hopped to rest on his head. Roderich crossed his arms not moving, waiting for Gilbert to learn some form of manners. The albino saw what he was trying to do and smirked. "I bet you want me to ask don't you priss?" he asked slowly making his way over. Roderich was suddenly afraid of his bold action but stood his ground as the ex-nation bent in close to his face making the bells in his head ring, 'RUN!'. His eye twitched, "Please Roddy-kins…" Before he could retort his lips were crushed, but only for a few seconds, before Gilbert pulled away. Roderich was frozen and could only blink at the smirking red eyed nuisance. He began to lean in again and this time he reacted. Roderich pushed Gilbert hard knocking him to the floor looking down at his feet.
He was feeling his face get hot from embarrassment. Of course it was embarrassment he just got kissed by a man, Gilbert Beilschmidt to be exact! Trying not to snap or stutter he trained out the words, "I.. will.. cook dinner.. but.. do.. not do.. that again." Roderich turned tail quickly leaving the room before the albino could see his face and nearly ran down the stairs to the sanctuary of the kitchen.
Gilbert was left pouting in his room seeing as that wasn't effective. But why wouldn't he look at me? He pondered the transaction lying on the floor while coming up with another way to test it.
Roderich was quickly making his way through the kitchen trying his best to forget about what just happened but it seemed to be embedded into his brain for some reason. That idiot, moron, egotistical maniac, nuisance, headache, and.. and… He hit a pan a little too hard on the counter snapping himself from his thoughts. I just can't let him get to me.
Obviously kissing him wasn't the brightest idea… Gilbert heard a few more loud noises coming from the kitchen. He watched Gilbird who was happily jumping around on the coffee table. Tired of even watching his baby chick, he got up and went to the kitchen. Roderich was finally calmly cooking the dinner effortlessly. He's the only nation that could possibly rival Francis's cooking ability. The way he moved around the kitchen was more graceful then him walking, and it almost seemed like he was dancing. Gilbert frowned and walked back to the living room. Damn aristocrat fogging up my mind… Then again… He face palmed before he could finish that sentence and cursed himself.
Roderich finally finished cooking and set up the table before serving the food. Once everything was set he walked out to only run into the Prussian. "Ah, I was just about to announce that dinner was done." he stated pushing his glasses back up his nose. He didn't give him time to answer as he walked back into the kitchen.
Gilbert however stayed frozen for a few seconds wondering why he didn't get yelled at. I must have really pissed him off. He smiled smelling the delicious, aroma slowly moving toward him and sat down already feeling his mouth water a bit. Just as he was about to start shoveling the food, he felt like Roderich was staring at him. Shaking his head he began to eat once the feeling was gone. He wouldn't need to stare at me, unless he was glaring, which I wouldn't doubt.
Roderich was trying to eat his food calmly, conflicting with the other man eating it like he was a vacuum, because he caught himself staring at him. He didn't know why, but he was staring at him. Feeling embarrassed just thinking about it, he felt his face heat up again.
Gilbert pushed slightly from the table taking the last few drops of his beer. "Hey specs! Did you make dessert?" he asked remembering that he hadn't had the Austrian's sweets for nearly a week now and it was killing him.
"Yes." he replied before looking up from his half eaten plate. "But not for you." Giblert's eye twitched as he glared at Roderich. "Because of earlier actions, I've deemed you not worthy of any sweets." he explained before continuing his meal. He knew it couldn't be long before he exploded but he was determined to have him suffer for humiliating him.
Gilbert growled as he got up from the table and walked out of the room. Fucking priss.
Roderich smiled slightly happy to have a break and finished his meal before getting out a piece of cake. He did cook enough for the both of them but he didn't want the Prussian to know that yet because he would have eaten it all before he was even done with his meal. What he didn't notice was that Gilbert had decided to climb through the window and sneak up behind him. When Roderich was about to take his bite a strong hand grabbed his to move it to the side of his head.
"Awesome, not as Awesome as me but still pretty Awesome Roddy." Gilbert smiled licking his lips after taking the bite off of his fork.
Roderich could only retort, "Gilbert! Don't steal other people's food!"
"Don't be pmsy just because I tasted your cake first." he sneered reaching for the plate.
Blushing badly he pulled the plate away, "Gilbert! I am not a woman and that's just bad manners!"
Gilbert grasped his chin keeping him looking at him, "You sure? You look girly enough." Roderich eyes narrowed at him setting the plate down hitting his hand away. "Oh, trying to be tough now priss?"
"Gilbert, knock it off." he snapped feeling the beginnings of his headache.
"I bet you'd look great in a dress." he stated standing up with his chin in his hand looking him up and down.
Roderich's blush deepened as he stood up. "Refrain yourself from continuing this ridiculous argument." he demanded.
"Nein, in fact, you'd look downright sexy." winked the albino loving every second of this. It was so easy to get him flustered and know that he started thinking about it he really wanted to see Roderich in a dress. But how to get him into it.
Roderich's mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out and his glare was turning icy. Finally he was able to speak, "I will never wear a dress to appease the likes of you!" he spat. "No if you would kindly remove your presence from my sight." he growled very tired of the Prussian's comments and attitude.
"As long as I can have some cake." he smiled knowing he had him trapped. Roderich went over to the fridge and pulled out the cake setting it on the table. Just as he was about to cut into the cake it was stolen, "Thank you specs!" he exclaimed running out of the room.
Roderich blinked and mumbled under his breath. "Dummkopf needs to learn some manners and I will never wear a dress."

Gilbert was actually eating the whole cake as he came up with a plan. He knew this plan would work too because he had just the right help. Picking up the phone he dialed a number he knew all too well.
"Hola!" greeted a cheery happy voice.
"Oi, Antonio, I need your help with Roddy." said Gilbert getting straight to the point as usual.
"Ah amigo you finally found your answer and so soon!"
"No you go-lucky idiot! I need your help to get him into a dress." he snickered finishing off the last bit letting the fork hang out of his mouth.
"Dress?"
"Yeah, you got him to wear one at your wedding right?" he asked. Gilbert didn't go because he didn't feel well that day.
"I personally didn't but you should have seen him! He was so…"
"Anyway…" Gilbert cut him off not wanting him to ruin the image he had created in his mind of the perfect dress he had in mind. "All I need you to do is suggest him to wear it."
"I don't think I can…" Antonio mumbled not really wanting to hurt his ex-husband.
"You can't tell me you don't want to see him in his dress again."
Antonio could almost hear the smirk and couldn't help it as slight pink dusted his cheeks from the memory. Roderich didn't even leave the dressing room when they got the dress on. Antonio was just barely able to see him in it before being pushed out the door so he could get dressed properly. "All I have to do is suggest the dress right?"
Gilbert fist pumped the air, "Hell yeah I'll see you tomorrow Antonio!" He hung up and dialed another number from heart. This is too easy! I don't even need to pers…
"Bonjour mon ami! How are you today amour?"
"Francis, I already told you, I'm not your fucking anor."
"Amour."
"Yeah whatever, keep quiet. I have a favor to ask of you." Gilbert smirked waving the fork now in front of him.
"Oui?"
"I need your help on picking a certain… article of clothing." He thought this would be the easy part but then again, did he really want Francis to know? His outings have included the Austrian more and more so did he? Fuck it, what can be the harm?

~To Be Continued~

:D (Big Grin) — Description
Stealing

Roderich woke up to a really weird noise and more warmer than he should be. He slowly opened his eyes seeing a blanket and a yellow blob on his chest staring at him. He jumped awake and saw it fly away and that's when he knew it as only Gilbird, Gilbert's pet bird. Seeing the bird did the trick of waking him up as he sat up rubbing his eyes listening to the house and looked at the blanket recognizing it as the one he put on Gilbert. I guess he knew. It was quiet as he yawned but froze. Quiet, there is no quiet with Gilbert. Roderich jumped up to begin searching the house for him.
Gilbert was frustrated and was finding it hard to reply to his blog comments. The moment he put up a new entry of being confused about his actions, his friends were there to 'help' him.

Awesome Confusion: I tried to be nice, and all the person does is snap at me. So when I least expect it! I'm suddenly getting a nice gesture from them. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

~Tomatoes_Are_God: Gilbert, you really must give it time. Sooner or later the answer will come to you and destroy your confusion.
~Angleterre's_Secret_Lover: Aw mon ami! You should have come sooner for help! I say you two are so oblivious I might as well tell you, but what fun would that be? <3
~The_Awesome_One: You guys are no help! I might just boot you guys off! >I But then again, being mean to friends is so unawesome.
~Tomatoes_Are_God: Why don't you ask? I'm sure they'll be willing to talk if you tried.
~The_Awesome_One: That's just it they get annoyed the minute I walk in the room.
~Angleterre's_Secret_Lover: Then surprise them! Shower this person with love and attention.
~The_Awesome_One: Attention I have down but love?! What the fuck are you talking about?! There is no love between us and never will be.
~Tomatoes_Are_God: Sometimes I wonder if I'm the dense one. |Status: Offline|
~Angleterre's_Secret_Lover: We shall see |Status: Offline|
Gilbert stared at the screen and cursed closing it sharply just as the door opened. "Gilbert, please tell me you did not destroy anything."
He growled, "No I did not." Gilbert suddenly brightened and attacked the Austrian. "Specs! Why didn't you tell me Gilbird came back!" he exclaimed plucking the bird from his shoulder.
Dear gott! That bird is quiet! Roderich didn't even notice him there. When he looked up, he couldn't help but smile at Gilbert. He was petting and talking to the bird as it seemed to dance in his palm. He did always have a soft spot for cute things.
The trance, however, was soon broken, "Oi, pansy, cook some dinner." demanded the Prussian as the bird hopped to rest on his head. Roderich crossed his arms not moving, waiting for Gilbert to learn some form of manners. The albino saw what he was trying to do and smirked. "I bet you want me to ask don't you priss?" he asked slowly making his way over. Roderich was suddenly afraid of his bold action but stood his ground as the ex-nation bent in close to his face making the bells in his head ring, 'RUN!'. His eye twitched, "Please Roddy-kins…" Before he could retort his lips were crushed, but only for a few seconds, before Gilbert pulled away. Roderich was frozen and could only blink at the smirking red eyed nuisance. He began to lean in again and this time he reacted. Roderich pushed Gilbert hard knocking him to the floor looking down at his feet.
He was feeling his face get hot from embarrassment. Of course it was embarrassment he just got kissed by a man, Gilbert Beilschmidt to be exact! Trying not to snap or stutter he trained out the words, "I.. will.. cook dinner.. but.. do.. not do.. that again." Roderich turned tail quickly leaving the room before the albino could see his face and nearly ran down the stairs to the sanctuary of the kitchen.
Gilbert was left pouting in his room seeing as that wasn't effective. But why wouldn't he look at me? He pondered the transaction lying on the floor while coming up with another way to test it.
Roderich was quickly making his way through the kitchen trying his best to forget about what just happened but it seemed to be embedded into his brain for some reason. That idiot, moron, egotistical maniac, nuisance, headache, and.. and… He hit a pan a little too hard on the counter snapping himself from his thoughts. I just can't let him get to me.
Obviously kissing him wasn't the brightest idea… Gilbert heard a few more loud noises coming from the kitchen. He watched Gilbird who was happily jumping around on the coffee table. Tired of even watching his baby chick, he got up and went to the kitchen. Roderich was finally calmly cooking the dinner effortlessly. He's the only nation that could possibly rival Francis's cooking ability. The way he moved around the kitchen was more graceful then him walking, and it almost seemed like he was dancing. Gilbert frowned and walked back to the living room. Damn aristocrat fogging up my mind… Then again… He face palmed before he could finish that sentence and cursed himself.
Roderich finally finished cooking and set up the table before serving the food. Once everything was set he walked out to only run into the Prussian. "Ah, I was just about to announce that dinner was done." he stated pushing his glasses back up his nose. He didn't give him time to answer as he walked back into the kitchen.
Gilbert however stayed frozen for a few seconds wondering why he didn't get yelled at. I must have really pissed him off. He smiled smelling the delicious, aroma slowly moving toward him and sat down already feeling his mouth water a bit. Just as he was about to start shoveling the food, he felt like Roderich was staring at him. Shaking his head he began to eat once the feeling was gone. He wouldn't need to stare at me, unless he was glaring, which I wouldn't doubt.
Roderich was trying to eat his food calmly, conflicting with the other man eating it like he was a vacuum, because he caught himself staring at him. He didn't know why, but he was staring at him. Feeling embarrassed just thinking about it, he felt his face heat up again.
Gilbert pushed slightly from the table taking the last few drops of his beer. "Hey specs! Did you make dessert?" he asked remembering that he hadn't had the Austrian's sweets for nearly a week now and it was killing him.
"Yes." he replied before looking up from his half eaten plate. "But not for you." Giblert's eye twitched as he glared at Roderich. "Because of earlier actions, I've deemed you not worthy of any sweets." he explained before continuing his meal. He knew it couldn't be long before he exploded but he was determined to have him suffer for humiliating him.
Gilbert growled as he got up from the table and walked out of the room. Fucking priss.
Roderich smiled slightly happy to have a break and finished his meal before getting out a piece of cake. He did cook enough for the both of them but he didn't want the Prussian to know that yet because he would have eaten it all before he was even done with his meal. What he didn't notice was that Gilbert had decided to climb through the window and sneak up behind him. When Roderich was about to take his bite a strong hand grabbed his to move it to the side of his head.
"Awesome, not as Awesome as me but still pretty Awesome Roddy." Gilbert smiled licking his lips after taking the bite off of his fork.
Roderich could only retort, "Gilbert! Don't steal other people's food!"
"Don't be pmsy just because I tasted your cake first." he sneered reaching for the plate.
Blushing badly he pulled the plate away, "Gilbert! I am not a woman and that's just bad manners!"
Gilbert grasped his chin keeping him looking at him, "You sure? You look girly enough." Roderich eyes narrowed at him setting the plate down hitting his hand away. "Oh, trying to be tough now priss?"
"Gilbert, knock it off." he snapped feeling the beginnings of his headache.
"I bet you'd look great in a dress." he stated standing up with his chin in his hand looking him up and down.
Roderich's blush deepened as he stood up. "Refrain yourself from continuing this ridiculous argument." he demanded.
"Nein, in fact, you'd look downright sexy." winked the albino loving every second of this. It was so easy to get him flustered and know that he started thinking about it he really wanted to see Roderich in a dress. But how to get him into it.
Roderich's mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out and his glare was turning icy. Finally he was able to speak, "I will never wear a dress to appease the likes of you!" he spat. "No if you would kindly remove your presence from my sight." he growled very tired of the Prussian's comments and attitude.
"As long as I can have some cake." he smiled knowing he had him trapped. Roderich went over to the fridge and pulled out the cake setting it on the table. Just as he was about to cut into the cake it was stolen, "Thank you specs!" he exclaimed running out of the room.
Roderich blinked and mumbled under his breath. "Dummkopf needs to learn some manners and I will never wear a dress."

Gilbert was actually eating the whole cake as he came up with a plan. He knew this plan would work too because he had just the right help. Picking up the phone he dialed a number he knew all too well.
"Hola!" greeted a cheery happy voice.
"Oi, Antonio, I need your help with Roddy." said Gilbert getting straight to the point as usual.
"Ah amigo you finally found your answer and so soon!"
"No you go-lucky idiot! I need your help to get him into a dress." he snickered finishing off the last bit letting the fork hang out of his mouth.
"Dress?"
"Yeah, you got him to wear one at your wedding right?" he asked. Gilbert didn't go because he didn't feel well that day.
"I personally didn't but you should have seen him! He was so…"
"Anyway…" Gilbert cut him off not wanting him to ruin the image he had created in his mind of the perfect dress he had in mind. "All I need you to do is suggest him to wear it."
"I don't think I can…" Antonio mumbled not really wanting to hurt his ex-husband.
"You can't tell me you don't want to see him in his dress again."
Antonio could almost hear the smirk and couldn't help it as slight pink dusted his cheeks from the memory. Roderich didn't even leave the dressing room when they got the dress on. Antonio was just barely able to see him in it before being pushed out the door so he could get dressed properly. "All I have to do is suggest the dress right?"
Gilbert fist pumped the air, "Hell yeah I'll see you tomorrow Antonio!" He hung up and dialed another number from heart. This is too easy! I don't even need to pers…
"Bonjour mon ami! How are you today amour?"
"Francis, I already told you, I'm not your fucking anor."
"Amour."
"Yeah whatever, keep quiet. I have a favor to ask of you." Gilbert smirked waving the fork now in front of him.
"Oui?"
"I need your help on picking a certain… article of clothing." He thought this would be the easy part but then again, did he really want Francis to know? His outings have included the Austrian more and more so did he? Fuck it, what can be the harm?

~To Be Continued~