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Är klar med min PruAus fanfic nu :3 here ya go ^^
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’Cause I´m Drunk And I Miss You<o:p></o:p>
PruAus Oneshot<o:p></o:p>
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Gilbertstaggered forward on the street, just enough drunk to not be walking steadilybut conscious enough to not fall and be able to at least walk. He tried to takein the environment, where the hell was he about to go? He couldn´t just storminto West’s house. The blonde German had specially told him not to enter hishouse today, since Feliciano would come over and Gilbert had a pretty fineguess of what sort of things would happen at West’s house tonight.
So, anyway, West’s place was big no no.
But rather than Ludwig’s house, he wanted to go to Roderich’s place. But thatwas even bigger no no.
‘Cause the Austrian had kicked him out, and it was because of that Gilbert nowwas staggering through the streets after a night of intense drinking.
And his head was to foggy of the alcohol he couldn´t come up with another placeto go than these two. And he wasn´t welcome in either of them.
But what the hell. He was awsome! The awsome Prussia! He was always welcome!Just that some people just didn´t know he was.
Finally reaching a bench, he sat down heavily as he started to dig after hisphone in the pocket of his dark grey jacket. It took him a couple of triesbefore he finally succeeded in dialing Roderich’s number. It took a whilebefore the Priss picked up.
“Gilbert, you know I don´t want to hear from you right now. What are youdoing?" The Austrian defensively hissed.
A smirk spread over Gilbert’s lips.
“I´m on the phone talking with ya’, ‘cause I´m drunk off my ass and I missya’." He purred. He heard a sigh from the other end of the line.
“Every time I kick you out, you go drinking until you can barely stand up." Roderichsaid, obviously tired ‘cause of Gilbert waking him up in the middle of thenight.
“Yeah, but that´s because I don´t know what else to do when you kick me outRoddie!" Gilbert whined. Another sighfrom Roderich.
“Whining won´t make me pity you." Roderich coldly said.
“But Roddieee!" Gilbert kept going on, tilting his head backwards, the starseating up his vision. It reminded him of a very special memory.
It had been a star filled night, just like this one, they both had been a bitdrunk since Elizaveta had taken them out drinking. And as you said ‘Alcoholconnects people’, the alcohol in their blood had made Gilbert take Roderich’shand, lean forward with a smirk and whisper in the brunette’s ear.
“Hey Roddie, I think I love you."
Roderich’s violet eyes had widened, and after some seconds he had finallysaid the words Gilbert wished to hear so bad;
“I… I think I love you too…"
And then their lips had crashed together in a passionate kiss which would stayon Gilbert’s lips forever. He could still remember how it felt.
“Hey Roddie, I just remembered our first kiss." He playfully said.
Roderich wrinkled his eyebrows at the blush over his cheekbones. He wasabsolutely sure that the Prussian was smirking on the other side of the phone.
“How come?" He said with a strict voice as always.
“The sky looks just the same." Gilbert answered while stretching his hand upagainst the stars. It felt like he could pick them down, one after one. “If Icould pick down the stars, I´d give ‘em to you." He added before Roderich couldsay something.
“You can be awfully sweet sometimes, Gilbert. Even though you´re drunk for themoment."
Gilbert let out a laugh.
“Yeah! I´m drunk off my ass!" He laughed with big eyes.
“But I´m still not letting you in again." The Austrians voice went cold again.
“Oh come on, Roddie! I can´t go to West either ‘cause he´ll be doing Felicianoall night and I´m too drunk to come up with another place t go so pleeeaaaaseeelet me in again! I mean, what I did wasn´t that bad…" At the last sentence Gilbert started to mumble, turning hishead away from the stars. Roderich stayed quiet for a moment before he spokewith a voice full of contempt.
“You pried away the keys on my piano."
“Well yeah but-“
“You frigging destroyed my piano you Prussian jerk!" Roderich spit out thewords, obviously still as mad as when he had seen the ruined piano.
It had all been pretty silly actually… They had been arguing because Roderichthought Gilbert drank t much with Francis and Antonio. And without them. And athome. And at Ludwig. So yeah, that´s how the argument started. Gilbert had tosleep on the couch that night. Feeling very unloved and like not getting enoughattention, he had gotten the crazy idea to pry away the keys on Roderich’sbeloved piano. Stupid idea. Roderich had gone crazy when he saw it. They hadburst out in a large argument which had kept going for several hours beforeRoderich kicked Gilbert out. He actually kicked the most awesome being everlived out of his house! How un-awesome!
Anyway, Gilbert had gone out drinking, how awesomely ironical that was since itwas that who had started the argument. And now he sat here; stone drunk andRoderich still angry with him.
“But come on Roddie, I didn´t call to argue. I called to say what´s up and howyou doing?"
“I was doing very fine sleeping until a certain moron woke me up with a drunkcall."
“Who you there with?" Gilbert kept going, ignoring the harsh words from theAustrian.
“For god’s sake Gilbert, it´s 3 o’ clock, I´m not with anyone." Roderich sighed.
“Don´t you want me to come over and remind you why we fell in love?"
beep-beep.
The fucker hang up on him! Well that´s just mean… When he tried to be romanticand all…
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Roderich hadn´t been able to fall asleep again after he hung up on Gilbert. He hadbeen laying under the sheets, only staring out at the stars through the windowat the other side of the room, for one or two hours.
Gilbert had been right, it really looked like that night.
He shook off the warm feeling that came crawling and pulled the sheets over hisface. No. He was angry with Gilbert. He would not let this slip as easily astheir other fights.
It was about 10 minutes later he heard the piano, very quiet though. It was avery simple melody, some small mistakes here and there but it didn´t affect themelody so much. But it obviously was an amateur playing.
The sound came from his window, but he couldn´t see anything from the bed. Sohe sat up, swung his legs over the bedside and walked over to the window. Withhands stiff from sleep he opened the window. Immediately the music gotstronger. He took in a breath, turning his gaze down against the person sittingby the piano under the window. Silver-white hair glowing in the moonlight, redeyes a bit foggy by alcohol, pale fingers moving over the keys and a can ofbeer standing on top of the piano. No doubt, it was his Gilbert. The moron hadactually dragged a piano all the way here and played a simple tune thatRoderich had learned him on one of their first dates. He smiled while turningaway, grabbing his blue coat on the way out and pulled it over his almostnaked, except for the black boxers, body and went out to the lawn. It was a bitchilly outside and rather dark, but the moon stood high and full and lit theplace up as much as it could. Rather beautiful actually.
The Austrian walked over to Gilbert, sat down beside him and rested his headagainst his shoulder.
Gilbert kept playing though, but missed a note. Again.
“SHIT! The awsome me played wrong!" He yelled. “Again!"
Roderich let a little laugh slip and slipped his arm around Gilbert’s waist. Heput the other hand on top of one of Gilbert’s playing one and began to move thepale hand over the right keys.
They sat there, quiet in the moonlight, for a while, and after the piece wasover Gilbert bent over and kissed Roderich. He tasted like alcohol. ButRoderich didn´t cared so much.
“Gilbert…" Roderich breathed between the kisses.
“I know…" Gilbert quiet him and pulled him up on his lap.
“No it´s not…" Roderich tried to speak, but Gilbert wouldn´t let him, insteadhe deepened the kiss and let his tongue slip into Roderich’s mouth. AndRoderich gave in.
Finally Roderich broke the kiss, staring up in his lovers eyes.
“Gilbert," he begun, but got interrupted.
“Yeah, I-“ But before Gilbert was done interrupting, Roderich interrupted thePrussian’s speak.
“Where did you get that piano?" He asked, not letting go of Gilbert’s gaze.
“Oh…" Gilbert blushed slightly, obviously expecting Roderich to say somethingelse. “I kinda.. stole it from Francis…" He looked away.
Roderich stared at him for a couple of seconds before bursting out in laughter.
“You… you stole it? From Francis?" He laughed, resting his forehead againstGilbert’s shoulder. “God I love you!" He kept laughing, so much tears filledhis eyes.
Gilbert looked down in Roderich, slightly shocked, but then he started tosmile.
“I love you too, Roddie." He said, stroking Roderich’s back, kissing his neck. “Andsorry for destroying your piano." He mumbled against the Austrian’s neck.
“It´s okay," Roderich answered, no longer laughing but smiling, “I love you waymore than that piano anyway."<o:p></o:p>
-END-
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’Cause I´m Drunk And I Miss You<o:p></o:p>
PruAus Oneshot<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Gilbertstaggered forward on the street, just enough drunk to not be walking steadilybut conscious enough to not fall and be able to at least walk. He tried to takein the environment, where the hell was he about to go? He couldn´t just storminto West’s house. The blonde German had specially told him not to enter hishouse today, since Feliciano would come over and Gilbert had a pretty fineguess of what sort of things would happen at West’s house tonight.
So, anyway, West’s place was big no no.
But rather than Ludwig’s house, he wanted to go to Roderich’s place. But thatwas even bigger no no.
‘Cause the Austrian had kicked him out, and it was because of that Gilbert nowwas staggering through the streets after a night of intense drinking.
And his head was to foggy of the alcohol he couldn´t come up with another placeto go than these two. And he wasn´t welcome in either of them.
But what the hell. He was awsome! The awsome Prussia! He was always welcome!Just that some people just didn´t know he was.
Finally reaching a bench, he sat down heavily as he started to dig after hisphone in the pocket of his dark grey jacket. It took him a couple of triesbefore he finally succeeded in dialing Roderich’s number. It took a whilebefore the Priss picked up.
“Gilbert, you know I don´t want to hear from you right now. What are youdoing?" The Austrian defensively hissed.
A smirk spread over Gilbert’s lips.
“I´m on the phone talking with ya’, ‘cause I´m drunk off my ass and I missya’." He purred. He heard a sigh from the other end of the line.
“Every time I kick you out, you go drinking until you can barely stand up." Roderichsaid, obviously tired ‘cause of Gilbert waking him up in the middle of thenight.
“Yeah, but that´s because I don´t know what else to do when you kick me outRoddie!" Gilbert whined. Another sighfrom Roderich.
“Whining won´t make me pity you." Roderich coldly said.
“But Roddieee!" Gilbert kept going on, tilting his head backwards, the starseating up his vision. It reminded him of a very special memory.
It had been a star filled night, just like this one, they both had been a bitdrunk since Elizaveta had taken them out drinking. And as you said ‘Alcoholconnects people’, the alcohol in their blood had made Gilbert take Roderich’shand, lean forward with a smirk and whisper in the brunette’s ear.
“Hey Roddie, I think I love you."
Roderich’s violet eyes had widened, and after some seconds he had finallysaid the words Gilbert wished to hear so bad;
“I… I think I love you too…"
And then their lips had crashed together in a passionate kiss which would stayon Gilbert’s lips forever. He could still remember how it felt.
“Hey Roddie, I just remembered our first kiss." He playfully said.
Roderich wrinkled his eyebrows at the blush over his cheekbones. He wasabsolutely sure that the Prussian was smirking on the other side of the phone.
“How come?" He said with a strict voice as always.
“The sky looks just the same." Gilbert answered while stretching his hand upagainst the stars. It felt like he could pick them down, one after one. “If Icould pick down the stars, I´d give ‘em to you." He added before Roderich couldsay something.
“You can be awfully sweet sometimes, Gilbert. Even though you´re drunk for themoment."
Gilbert let out a laugh.
“Yeah! I´m drunk off my ass!" He laughed with big eyes.
“But I´m still not letting you in again." The Austrians voice went cold again.
“Oh come on, Roddie! I can´t go to West either ‘cause he´ll be doing Felicianoall night and I´m too drunk to come up with another place t go so pleeeaaaaseeelet me in again! I mean, what I did wasn´t that bad…" At the last sentence Gilbert started to mumble, turning hishead away from the stars. Roderich stayed quiet for a moment before he spokewith a voice full of contempt.
“You pried away the keys on my piano."
“Well yeah but-“
“You frigging destroyed my piano you Prussian jerk!" Roderich spit out thewords, obviously still as mad as when he had seen the ruined piano.
It had all been pretty silly actually… They had been arguing because Roderichthought Gilbert drank t much with Francis and Antonio. And without them. And athome. And at Ludwig. So yeah, that´s how the argument started. Gilbert had tosleep on the couch that night. Feeling very unloved and like not getting enoughattention, he had gotten the crazy idea to pry away the keys on Roderich’sbeloved piano. Stupid idea. Roderich had gone crazy when he saw it. They hadburst out in a large argument which had kept going for several hours beforeRoderich kicked Gilbert out. He actually kicked the most awesome being everlived out of his house! How un-awesome!
Anyway, Gilbert had gone out drinking, how awesomely ironical that was since itwas that who had started the argument. And now he sat here; stone drunk andRoderich still angry with him.
“But come on Roddie, I didn´t call to argue. I called to say what´s up and howyou doing?"
“I was doing very fine sleeping until a certain moron woke me up with a drunkcall."
“Who you there with?" Gilbert kept going, ignoring the harsh words from theAustrian.
“For god’s sake Gilbert, it´s 3 o’ clock, I´m not with anyone." Roderich sighed.
“Don´t you want me to come over and remind you why we fell in love?"
beep-beep.
The fucker hang up on him! Well that´s just mean… When he tried to be romanticand all…
-
Roderich hadn´t been able to fall asleep again after he hung up on Gilbert. He hadbeen laying under the sheets, only staring out at the stars through the windowat the other side of the room, for one or two hours.
Gilbert had been right, it really looked like that night.
He shook off the warm feeling that came crawling and pulled the sheets over hisface. No. He was angry with Gilbert. He would not let this slip as easily astheir other fights.
It was about 10 minutes later he heard the piano, very quiet though. It was avery simple melody, some small mistakes here and there but it didn´t affect themelody so much. But it obviously was an amateur playing.
The sound came from his window, but he couldn´t see anything from the bed. Sohe sat up, swung his legs over the bedside and walked over to the window. Withhands stiff from sleep he opened the window. Immediately the music gotstronger. He took in a breath, turning his gaze down against the person sittingby the piano under the window. Silver-white hair glowing in the moonlight, redeyes a bit foggy by alcohol, pale fingers moving over the keys and a can ofbeer standing on top of the piano. No doubt, it was his Gilbert. The moron hadactually dragged a piano all the way here and played a simple tune thatRoderich had learned him on one of their first dates. He smiled while turningaway, grabbing his blue coat on the way out and pulled it over his almostnaked, except for the black boxers, body and went out to the lawn. It was a bitchilly outside and rather dark, but the moon stood high and full and lit theplace up as much as it could. Rather beautiful actually.
The Austrian walked over to Gilbert, sat down beside him and rested his headagainst his shoulder.
Gilbert kept playing though, but missed a note. Again.
“SHIT! The awsome me played wrong!" He yelled. “Again!"
Roderich let a little laugh slip and slipped his arm around Gilbert’s waist. Heput the other hand on top of one of Gilbert’s playing one and began to move thepale hand over the right keys.
They sat there, quiet in the moonlight, for a while, and after the piece wasover Gilbert bent over and kissed Roderich. He tasted like alcohol. ButRoderich didn´t cared so much.
“Gilbert…" Roderich breathed between the kisses.
“I know…" Gilbert quiet him and pulled him up on his lap.
“No it´s not…" Roderich tried to speak, but Gilbert wouldn´t let him, insteadhe deepened the kiss and let his tongue slip into Roderich’s mouth. AndRoderich gave in.
Finally Roderich broke the kiss, staring up in his lovers eyes.
“Gilbert," he begun, but got interrupted.
“Yeah, I-“ But before Gilbert was done interrupting, Roderich interrupted thePrussian’s speak.
“Where did you get that piano?" He asked, not letting go of Gilbert’s gaze.
“Oh…" Gilbert blushed slightly, obviously expecting Roderich to say somethingelse. “I kinda.. stole it from Francis…" He looked away.
Roderich stared at him for a couple of seconds before bursting out in laughter.
“You… you stole it? From Francis?" He laughed, resting his forehead againstGilbert’s shoulder. “God I love you!" He kept laughing, so much tears filledhis eyes.
Gilbert looked down in Roderich, slightly shocked, but then he started tosmile.
“I love you too, Roddie." He said, stroking Roderich’s back, kissing his neck. “Andsorry for destroying your piano." He mumbled against the Austrian’s neck.
“It´s okay," Roderich answered, no longer laughing but smiling, “I love you waymore than that piano anyway."<o:p></o:p>
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