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 Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 11:28 am
Gilbert's face turned a bright shade of pink when the Austrian sulked, still lying on him. It seemed he was going to continue teasing him with the seductiveness. Fortunately, it was easier to swallow than France's teasing. Unfortunately, France hadn't teased him in quite some time, so he was completely out of practice.
He gave a soft sound of relief when the Austrian rolled off of him. While it had been warm, that was the only thing that was positive. The rest made him feel really discomforted.
"Not really..." he mumbled in an answer, giving a slight shiver before rolling on his side - facing Roderich, as well - and wrapping his arms about himself in an attempt to gain warmth.
Since he had been part of the Soviet Union, Gilbert had lost all conceptions that two men sharing a bed was awkward. The nightmares before and after the whole mess with East Germany were - are - severe and he couldn't take them alone. He had gotten used to sharing beds with people.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 8:57 am
'No? But that can't be right.' The Austrian had been so sure that the bed would make Gilbert warmer... He supposed logical methods like that didn't work when illness made the body illogical. At least this new problem brought him out of his weird lines of thought; he could forget wondering whether he was crazy, or just so far in the closet that he'd gone to Narnia and back.
Somehow, that little comic spin on the situation made the aristocrat smile to himself.
'Alright, alright...' He murmured after a few moments, shifting in order to get closer to Gilbert, resting one arm loosely around the man as he rested his forehead on his chest. He didn't want to lay face-to-face with the albino... That's just be so awkward and uncomfortable. At least, this way, Gilbert didn't have to look at him, and guessed that it was most likely favoured that way.
His face warmed as he listened to the man's heartbeat, only reminding himself of the 'issues' he was facing. Heck, even if he did decide that the weird feelings he'd been experiencing were to do with a romantic interest in the albino, there'd be no way that it'd be returned. After all, Gilbert abhorred the contact that he'd suffered earlier that day... And was only grudgingly accepting of little contact due to his sickness. Unrequited love was more painful to admit to than just love itself.
All of this could've been avoided if he'd left Gilbert alone in the rain... But the aristocrat had truly believed that the ex-nation's illness had been his fault. That, and it would've been inhumane to leave him.
He supposed he had no one to blame but himself; he'd started this whole fiasco with his teasing... He'd triggered his own emotional rollercoaster and to drag the Prussian into it would be unfair.
That, and he was frightened of admitting it to himself, let alone to him. Not only would it be laughable to the albino, but it'd be blackmail material. Letting someone in was hard enough for the Austrian; but someone like Gilbert? That was almost impossible.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:03 am
Frowning slightly at the unfamiliar language - he was guessing Russian - being spoken between the two nations, Heracles decided to leave the two nations alone for a few minutes. Walking to the door of the building, the Greek could see that a taxi had pulled up, with an Indian man hurrying through the heavy rain. Hopefully, this was for them.
Returning to the pair, the Mediterranean nation was glad to see that the Chinese man had calmed down slightly. "I think our taxi is here. You'll have to give your name to the driver, though."
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Watching as the Spaniard caught up with them, Bella smiled at his kindness. "Antonio, are you sure? I have my own umbrella, you know.." Showing the object to the other two nations, the Belgian patted the Italian on the arm. "Me and Lovi can share this one, and you can keep yours, ok?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:28 pm
A light blush tinged the albino's cheeks when Roderich moved closer, one arm around his middle and his face pressed lightly to his chest. He gave another slight shiver, tensing subconsciously due to the proximity. He bit his tongue, forcing himself to relax. It was a lot easier then it had been earlier, which he didn't fail to notice. He supposed it was due to him becoming accustomed to being near the Austrian, instead of always fighting with him.
The warmth from Roderich was soothing, even if it felt odd. And it had been a long time since he had been put into this sort of position. While he had shared beds with people many times as of late, he had never been particularly close to them; even with Ludwig, he kept a slight distance. But...it was too warm to give up because of his own unease.
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Ivan had to keep fighting off the light dusting of pink, desperately wanting to ensure the Greek didn't see his blush. It was fortunate that he was a pro when it came to hiding his emotions. This way, he didn't shame himself anymore than he felt he already had.
"Am aware," he commented, tone a bit sharper than he had intended. He motioned the Indian man over, giving one of his perfected fake smiles that didn't exactly meet his eyes when the man asked his name.
"Ivan Braginsky," he replied, his accent merging seamlessly to his voice. While most pronounced his name wrong, calling him Eye-van, he used the proper pronunciation that not many people knew; Ee-vahn.
The man nodded briefly, moving to lead them to the taxi. Ivan ensured that his pipe and umbrella were still hooked to his coat. He pulled out his umbrella and, once assured that Yao was completely covered under the black umbrella, ventured out into the rain.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:40 pm
Antonio blinked, glancing over his shoulder at the Italian. "But Lovi is already..." He watched as his former charge was pelted by the rain, his expression showing a bit of unease that he was dry while Lovino wasn't.
He was silent when she offered to share with the Italian, leaving him to have his own umbrella. All his mind could gather from that is that she wanted to be nearer to Lovino than she wished of him. He bit his tongue slightly, refraining from making a comment. -You don't want to be near me.- It probably wasn't true. He knew this, yet... It was hard to ignore these pessimistic thoughts.
His hand shook slightly on the handle of the umbrella, but he managed to ensure that it was steady enough to keep him and Bella dry. He forced a cheery smile to his lip, finding that it felt nearly painful to try to act normal when he felt this lousy. "It's your choice, señorita," he commented.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 6:49 am
((So much purple and blue on this page~ xD))
Letting the silence linger for a few moments more meant that he'd have to think further on his own emotions. Part of him wanted to explore the mysterious depths of his affection, but the other part wanted to hide his head in the sand and pretend that the feelings didn't exist. If it had been anyone else, anyone... It wouldn't be so complicated.
But it was just his luck, wasn't it? The man he'd feared, felt as if he hated him... Caused him to be exasperated to the point where he'd almost snapped, many a time... It had to be him. Gilbert. And, although the aristocrat had always secretly respected how independent the ex-nation had been, he'd no idea how he'd managed to nurture these... Odder, more intense feelings to this point.
But figuring out where they'd come from, as he reminded himself earlier, wasn't the pressing matter here. He could chase his tail for hours on such a thing and never come to any conclusions; facing the truth, the present, that was what mattered. And his future actions... Did he harbour it and wait until Gilbert was gone, before trying to pick up the pieces? Or did he tell the Prussian and risk the mockery or heartbreak that'd certainly follow?
It depended on himself, really. What was more painful...? Not telling him, and keeping it locked away, or telling him and being laughed at -or worse, having Gilbert avoid him from that point? Things were going so well, after all... And if he ruined it, he wasn't sure as to what he'd do. He'd be alone again. It hadn't been so bad when he and Hungary had split; the marriage had been purely one of convenience and although he felt strongly for her as a good friend, it had never passed that barrier. The same had been for Antonio; their wedlock had been arranged... And although, again, the Spaniard had supported him and been a good friend, it hadn't been anything other than that.
So... This was the first time anything like this had happened. Not only that, the Austrian knew of Gilbert's fondness of independence... After all, he'd refused to marry off to anyone when he'd been a nation, when on the contrary, he -Roderich- had done so.
Sighing heavily against the man's chest, he closed his eyes, shivering a little. He'd have to admit it to himself, one of these days. He'd fallen for the Prussian... And he'd thought himself much more intelligent than that. This would surely, surely lead to naught but pain for him... No matter what path he picked. There was no way in Hell that Gilbert would return such affection, he still tensed at any touch... And didn't trust him. It was like trying to tame a feral animal, too set in its ways...
It just didn't work.
'Warmer?' He mumbled after a few moments, voice tainted with self-exasperation that he attempted to stifle.
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Hearing the tone of the Russian's words, Yao opened his eyes in order to gaze up at him with a frown. It was odd; Ivan was usually better at masking his distaste for individuals... So that tone had been unexpected. And unwelcome, really... As much as the Russian disliked Heracles, he -Yao- did like him. However, he pursed his lips and said nothing, content to only glare at the taxi driver with a little growl in his throat. Usually, the Asian was patient and gentle (which was much unlike his government, funnily enough) but today, his temper had gotten the better of him... But rather than be extroverted and cause a fuss, he decided to sulk, looking moodily at the rain as Ivan began to walk towards the exit of the building, he muttered some cursewords in Mandarin. Although he'd felt a need to voice profanity, he made sure to do it in his own language so that he caused no offence.
'Taxi here now, 'ru?' He spoke in English, gazing up at both nations with a small smile. Of course, he'd been taught to hide his dislike of certain situations, and his discomfort... Basically, smile, nod, and agree, even if he raged on the inside. Right now, it was more difficult to do so with his illness... But at least he still attempted to keep a hold on his temperance.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 12:33 pm
{And the previous page isn't?! XD}
The silence was getting to Gilbert. It was beginning to feel a bit awkward and the situation was just beginning to dawn on him. After all, he was lying on the bed, somewhat cuddled with the Austrian. He supposed that, even drugged, he wasn't supposed to do something like that. But...it was warm. Too warm to let go just because of a bit of awkwardness that probably wasn't even there.
It was kind of funny, really, how the views of society so easily influenced one's way of thinking. In the past, he had no problem with doing something like that. He was fine with curling up with Antonio and France on a cold night, using them exactly as he was using Roderich now. Why was it suddenly so different?
Zoning out like the Austrian, he blinked and gave a slight shift when he was asked a question. "A-ah?" He paused for a moment, recalling what had been asked. "Ja, a bit... Danke." A light blush dusted his cheeks again.
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Ivan felt a bit shamed for allowing his emotions to show more easily than usual. It wasn't like him, he knew. In fact, it was only due to the mixture of his illness and the torrent of emotions that were raging in his head. Unlike the times where he could simply bundle up his emotions and tuck them away to deal with at a more convenient time, they were too vast and jumbled to gain a steady hold over them. It led to them slipping out against his will.
"Da, taxi here," he murmured softly. He gave a blank stare at the rain, slight discomfort from it entering the fumble of emotions in his mind. Nearing the taxi, he glanced over his shoulder to see if the Greek was following. He'd prefer to simply leave him behind, but he was somewhat positive that Greece would not allow that.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 1:00 pm
Giving a slight sigh, Ludwig began gathering the items he had brought for the meeting. He carefully went through the various papers and reports, ensuring that they were in an order that he approved of. He severely disapproved of his brother's favoured style of just tossing them whichever way and deciding it was done
Snapping his briefcase shut, he glanced over at the Italian. He wondered if Italy had a place to stay for the night. Knowing him, he probably didn't. Plus, Ludwig didn't mind sharing his hotel room. But...he'd feel foolish if he offered for no reason.
Pondering over whether or not he should offer, he began going through all the different scenarios of what could happen if he did and what might happen if he didn't.
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Vash, once assured that everything was tucked away neatly, glanced back over at his sister. A softness entered his eyes, although his expression otherwise didn't change. He wanted to comfort her, disliking when she worried. It was, after all, why he took care of most of her own nation duties. After all, the less to do with international affairs, the less stressful life was.
"There's a hotel near by. I booked a suite ahead of time, just in case something like this happened," he explained. No, he did not think that it was paranoid to plan ahead like that. It was simply preparedness. One never knew what might get thrown at him, so it was always best to plan for the worst possibilities.
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Watching the Asian leave the room with slight curiousity, the Hungarian wondered why he wanted her make up in the first place. Deciding it didn't particularly matter, she lightly stretched her arms over her head and forced herself passed her current trains of thought. So what it Roderich was upset with her? So what if something was bothering Gilbert? They would be fine. They were both such babies. It was something she had come to recognize, instead of giving them the benefit of the doubt. After all, it was why she was content in spending her time ensuring that they both were all right.
"Lighten up, Eliza," she commented to herself in Hungarian, giving a light smile as she gathered her things. "Don't dwell on something that will never change, right? They'll always cause problems. They can sort it out themselves, this time. I, on the other hand, am simply going to go to the hotel and relax." Talking to herself this way was probably going to gain her some odd looks, but she didn't care as she left the room, ready to open her umbrella when she left the building.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 3:09 pm
[Oh, my... It's been exactly a month since I last posted. Sorry! I'm just glad I wasn't holding people up. Oh, and since the person playing Canada is MIA, I'm going to go on ahead...]
Svitlana had froze when Natalia was slapped. She didn't know what happened earlier, but she had heard the sound and looked over. She didn't know what to do. Ivan was there near-instantly, bundling up their baby sister and taking her away from the Pole and Lithuanian. She wanted to run over there, but...she couldn't. She wasn't allowed to be near Ivan...
She fretted, holding her books tightly over her chest. She didn't know what to do, especially when Lithuania took Ivan outside. She didn't know if he'd be back, and couldn't risk getting near him. Beside, Natalia might not want her there to begin with. And she was right, to some extent. Ivan came back briefly, but Mr. China seemed ill so he had left, most likely to get him somewhere more proper.
Deciding it was now or never, Svitlana headed over to her sister. "Natalia?" she questioned, voice soft and eyes brimming with the tears that had become typical for her.
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Gupta glanced over at the Turk, noting the sullen expression on his face. It seemed that perhaps he had a run in with Heracles. And he missed it. It was a bit upsetting, admittedly, but oh well. The two fought like cats and dogs, so it a definite response.
However, since the meeting was canceled, that meant that the confrontation he wanted to witness might take some time in occurring. Getting to his feet, he gathered his stuff and gave Turkey a blank look, before raising his hand in a slight attempt at communication. I am leaving now, his look said.
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[I might be giving Seychelles to ShuruiRose. Until it's definite, I'll keep playing her.]
Getting off her cell phone, Angelique glanced about the room and then sighed softly. Alfred was gone. Francis was gone. Arthur hadn't even shown up. It seemed that she was all alone. She...supposed she could visit Arthur, but she suspected that Alfred would have gone there to check up on Japan. And...if she knew Francis well enough, she was fairly certain that he would have gone there, too. Quite frankly, she would rather avoid the two of them when they were in the same area.
Getting to her feet, she gave another sigh. That meant she would have to go to the hotel room that her government had booked for her. It was a cheap little thing that would do well enough, she supposed. But it wasn't going to be a comfortable stay, if only due to the fact that she didn't have a change of clothes with her.
[I suppose that since Hong Kong isn't at the meeting, there is no real need to post as him. And that's if I could even think of what to post... XD]
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:12 am
((Hahaha, fair point. xD But everyone's coming back <3 It makes me joyful. Oh, to all you guys, I apologise for the amount I've been posting...))
'I don't care... Just as long as it's you.'
God, he had said that, hadn't he? Tensing a little as he remembered, the Austrian swallowed. It made him feel a little sick. How could he blurt out something like that? It was more than likely that Gilbert knew, then. It had been a bold admittance of emotion... Somehow. And, coupled with the fact that he'd kissed the ex-nation (why he had a habit of doing so... It was alarming, in retrospect!), there'd be no way that Gilbert wouldn't have some idea...
Then again, Roderich himself had been acting in that way towards the Prussian since that morning. So perhaps he'd believed that it was more of his wily trickery at work; it wasn't a far stretch to assume.
Willing himself to stop tensing, the Austrian relaxed after a few moments. 'So... Even if I did confess, you'd probably not believe me, eh Gilbert?' He mused with a small smile on his face, tainted with exasperation. 'Even if I swore down to it. Perhaps... Perhaps it's better that way.' Guessing by what he'd previously witnessed, the aristocrat supposed that disbelief was a way for Gilbert to protect himself. If he didn't believe it, then it wasn't true and he'd not have to deal with it. It worked in theory.
Realising that Gilbert had answered, Roderich sighed against the man's chest, giving a weak chuckle. 'Ah... Good good. Sorry, I've got... A few things on my mind.' He murmured. 'And I'm not happy with the conclusions I'm drawing.' He wanted to add, but bit it back, deciding to let the silence resettle itself. Perhaps this was the damnation that Gilbert spoke of; the only way that the Austrian had never been damaged was emotionally. And now, this offered the albino a chance to break him completely with a few words.
It was all too complex for his head. No wonder he'd never dabbled in romantic affairs before...
However, the pressing subject was the silence. It brought the awkwardness back, and the Austrian wasn't willing to tolerate that. He knew he'd not ever feel comfortable like this (as technically, this was abusing the fact that Gilbert was sick and under the influence of medication in order to be close to him) but he wanted for the ex-nation to be able to rest. Laying here with a tension in the air wasn't helping matters for either of them. The only thing making this uncomfortable, for Roderich, was his emotional mess... And the thing making Gilbert uncomfortable was most likely the fact that he -Roderich- was too close. Even from childhood, so long as he could remember, Gilbert had never liked him. If there had been a reason, then he couldn't remember it... And the Prussian didn't want to talk about it. Perhaps he just had a face that begged to be hurt. Maybe he was that abhorrable.
The noise in his head was too much. He wanted it to go away... Attempting to sort it didn't seem to help.
'When did you figure that the glasses were fake, then?'
That was random. It hadn't been on his mind, either... There had been many an opportunity for the albino to find out. However, it was a subject that diverted his attention from the rest of the mental ******** that he'd entangled himself in.
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'Mm... Tha'zz good.' Yao smiled warmly, glad that the man he'd seen wasn't just a figment of his imagination -seeming as one of the only things keeping him conscious was the want to see the driver... That, and he liked to know where he was going. He didn't feel comfortable drifting off and waking up somewhere unknown; he trusted Ivan enough, of course, but it made him feel more secure to know exactly how he'd gotten there... He didn't like periods of amnesia.
'Oh.... G'bye, Hungary, 'ru...' Noticing out of the corner of his eye that the female nation had headed out, he lifted a hand to feebly wave... It was polite to, after all. 'Th'kyuu f'earlier... Th'thing... Y'know... Y-'Tchuuuu!' Covering his face just in time, the Asian caught the sneeze, giving a soft groan. That had hurt... His chest was burning. Perhaps this was that 'man flu' thing he'd heard about. It sounded like a serious illness.
Looking at the vague shape of the taxi (it was blurred by both his bad eyesight and the rain), he smiled in a relief. It was there.... Now they had the issue of figuring out where everyone was going to sit. Usually the person who paid sat in the front... But if Ivan was paying, then he'd be sat there. But that meant that he'd have to put him in the back, as he'd not be able to sit in the front with another passenger on his lap. ''Van... Wallet's in back pock't... Take money f'taxi. Your gov'm'nt's payin' f'hotel room, 'ru.' He mumbled. 'An' change f'drink too...' He clung to the Russian, not wanting to lose the cool temperature that the man offered.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:21 pm
{The person playing Canada has now decided that she is quitting the role play. Therefore, Canada is now up for grabs...}
It's really awkward. That was all that really came to Gilbert's mind as he lay in silence, pondering over what the Austrian said. Things on his mind? What things? It seemed that all that was happening to either of them with prolonged contact was that they were becoming more and more troubled. He didn't want that. And he didn't want to accept that as truth.
He blinked when asked when he had figured out that Roderich's glasses were fake. He hadn't expected that.
"I saw you playing your piano a few times without them on," he murmured, voice soft. It was always unlikely for the Austrian to do anything that may hinder his music in any way, so it was safe to assume that he didn't need the glasses to see. There were other reasons, sort of, but not nearly as solid. "...When I wasn't supposed to be in your house..." He didn't know why he added that last part. Probably just to bug him.
{I'm going to wait for Greece again.}
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:24 am
((As I'm venturing back home on the Saturday from uni (seven/eight hour journey, what fun!), I'll not be able to post on that day... Well, and also not everyday. Apologies for the inconvenience.))
'Wait, what?' Drawing away briefly, the Austrian looked up at Gilbert with a quizzical stare. 'How many times...?' Seeming as the ex-nation had said 'a few'... it implied more than occasionally, less than frequently. The thing was, Roderich rarely had taken off his glasses when playing the piano.... Only when they irritated him, or he'd misplaced them. Which, for a man like him, was usually never; he enjoyed having order in his home. Which meant that Gilbert had visited him more often than he was aware.
Roderich flushed hotly as it began to dawn on him; he was alot more oblivious than he believed. France had been able to take all of those photos, undisturbed... And Gilbert had managed to infiltrate his home more times than he'd imagined. Even thinking of the lack of security frightened and appalled him a little...
Deciding not to think on it anymore, he snuggled into the Prussian's chest, sighing. 'Doesn't matter really, eh...? I suppose I needed the company. Still do, really.' Admitting his own loneliness wasn't hard for Roderich. He'd easily come to terms with it years ago... The only thing that had been difficult to accept had been needing others around him. And, once the realisation of his own co-dependency issues struck him, it'd been hard to live with. '... I don't care if you're a pain. I still like you.' Chuckling a little, his hug tightened so that he actually put effort into holding onto his friend. 'And as sappy as it sounds... I'm happy that you're here, even if I do complain.'
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:27 am
{That's fine. I'm usually busy on Saturday, so it works. ^-^}
Gilbert gave a slight smirk, keeping his lips sealed as to how many times he had broken into the Austrian's home and caught him without his glasses. It was remarkably less than the actual number of times he had actually sneaked in. In fact, he had probably caught him with his glasses off only a handful of times.
He gave a light blush when the Austrian claimed that he needed the company. How can he just admit that so easily? The Prussian could never understand how someone could just up and tell someone that they were lonely. That indicated that they were alone, which suggested a lack of friends. That was the trait of losers; at least, to Gilbert it was. It was the big reason why he insisted he wasn't lonely, even though...
No! He was not going to dwell on that, nor admit to it. It wasn't true. It wasn't.
"Um... 'm glad...that you're happy...." he mumbled, his blush darkening slightly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 5:14 am
Well, that was surprising. He'd been expecting some sort of sarcastic reply, perhaps even a mocking comment at the confession. But for the albino to say that he was glad of Roderich's slight elation was... Well. Although nice, it was abstract. Perhaps it was just the medication talking. It was unlike the Prussian to say something like that, especially to the aristocrat. Or perhaps it was because Gilbert now viewed them as friends? That would be a more favourable explanation.
It didn't seem like his blush was going to go away, either. Then again, it was dark, and his face was hidden in the man's shirt. Therefore, it didn't concern him as much as it had done earlier; after all, they weren't face-to-face this way. It was nice that Gilbert seemed to genuinely like him as a friend, at least... After all, Roderich had experienced too much falseness from the company he used to keep, all those times when he'd held dinner parties and the like... And frankly, he was glad to be rid of it. The friendships had been brief and empty, which was perhaps why the Austrian was so attached to Gilbert. To be considered an actual friend was warming.
'You're very cute when you want to be.' Remarking this idly, he glanced up briefly at Gilbert in the darkness. 'No wonder you've got more friends than me.'
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:12 am
Blush dark on his cheek, Gilbert tried to will it down to no avail. It was staying for the long run, apparently. Damnation.
"I am not cute!" he sputtered, finding the mere thought as rather humiliating. He wasn't cute! He was sex personified. Not cute! No way, no how! It was demeaning. Cute implied childish. At least, to him it did. And he was in no way childish. None of that "adorable" s**t involved him.
Wait, friends? Did he even really... Well, he supposed that Antonio and Francis could be coined into that, even if most people called it the worst possible friendship in existence. And no, that was not exaggeration. It had been said, seriously. Arthur...wasn't really a friend. He was a drinking partner, that was all. Gilbert...really didn't have many friends, if any at all.
Not wanting to admit to that and not wanting to particularly lie, the albino bit his lip and remained silent.
[You know, I swear my writing style changes somewhat every so often... It's weird.]
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