Ch 7: Knowledge
I was going to make this chapter longer, but I decided to move the rest to chapter 8. A warning in advance for a bit of a one-sided!SwitzerlandxAustria. Cuz it's totally in my headcanon. And I thank one of my friends for helping me by giving me an idea that I didn't actually use but turned it into something different. x3 And like always, thank you guys so much for your reviews and watches/faves.
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Roderich moved his hand from Gilbert's neck to his cheek and started to pull back. Gilbert however, grabbed the back of the Austrian's head, getting a good hold on his hair, and pulled him forward to deepen the kiss. Only when they heard Ludwig clear his throat did they stop.
"Roderich. Gilbert. Sit." They immediately did as they were told. "How long has this been going on?"
They both sat there silent.
"Y-yesterday." Roderich managed to say. How long have they been in conflict? Years. How long they've been in denial? Years. When did they confess? Yesterday. Ludwig sighed. He was relieved that he wasn't going crazy and that he hadn't overlooked anything. He knew those two since he could remember. He felt as though if anyone were to know them the best, it was him. There was just always something about them. Something insincere about the way they fought. Even though an insult was always stuck on the end, Gilbert would always show up, every day. He would just sit. It was just to be there. Ludwig knew that to be true. Roderich...he wanted Prussia to be there. Elizabeta knew that. She got angry when Gilbert would tease him. She knew how much it hurt him, even though he hadn't realized it himself yet. But he realized it now and that would change a lot of things. For all of them.
They just sat there for what seemed like an eternity; Prussia and Austria were waiting for Ludwig to speak. Just as he was about to start, the door bell rang and they all jumped. Ludwig and Roderich both stood up; Ludwig because he was so used to it, Roderich because well...it was his house. Do people forget that? They looked at eachother awkwardly before Ludwig sat back down. Roderich walked over to the door and opened it. He looked straight ahead not seeing anything. He looked down after hearing a small sound.
"H-hallo, Mr. Austria."
"What brings you here? And Vash isn't with you?"
"N-no. He was busy working. W-we have chocolate for you. It's Swiss chocolate." She smiled and handed him a box of homemade chocolate.
"What's this for?" Roderich said surprised.
"Well...you were sad a few days ago, so I thought that...that you might like something to cheer you up."
"Th-thank you. Really. I'm sure it will be excellent."
"But you should also thank Bruder. He's the one who made it."
"Ja. It was my idea though." She gave him a bright smile.
"Well thank you. And give my thanks to Vash too, okay?"
"I think it would make him happy if you thanked him yourself."
"Oh? I will then."
"I'm so glad. Okay."
"I'll see you later on sometime?"
"Of course! Bye bye!"
"Goodbye." He shut the door looking at the chocolates. How kind of them.
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Liechtenstein went around the corner. There was Vash, hiding against the wall.
"He seems to be doing better, Bruder."
"I-is that so?"
"Ja, I think he may have worked out his problem with Mr. Prussia."
"Mr. Pr-...he's not even a country anymore. But...I'm...I'm glad he's feeling better."
"Does he know Bruder?"
"Wh-what? I...I don't know." Switzerland's cheeks were tinged pink as he wore his usual scowl.
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The two brothers sat together as Roderich went to answer the door.
"How...did it happen?"
"Well see, we were taking a walk in the park. Then we came back home and had a glass of wine or five. One thing led to another and-"
"Bruder." Ludwig's face meant serious business.
"Haha sorry. Oi, I was a nervous wreck. It was seriously unawesome of me."
"How did he react?"
"...in a good way." Gilbert smiled calmly.
"Are you both happy?"
"I hope so. I am at least. I'm very happy."
"I'm glad, Bruder."
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Roderich popped one of the chocolates in his mouth and set the box down in the kitchen. His sweet tooth thanked him. He soon rejoined the other two in a lighter mood.
"Who was it?" Ludwig asked curiously.
"It was Liechtenstein actually." Gilbert suddenly appeared right in Roderich's face. "Y-yes Gilbert?"
"Your breath smells like chocolate." He then brought it upon himself to find out if the brunette tasted like chocolate as well. As much as Ludwig didn't appreciate seeing them make out right in front of his face, he was still too shocked to do anything about it.
"A-as I was saying..."
"That was delicious by the way."
"AS I was saying...Liechtenstein came to give me some chocolates. They are from her and Vash. It seems I appeared...be feeling down recently so they wanted to give me something. Very kind of them."
"But...you're feeling fine now, ja?" Roderich smiled.
Ludwig moved over as his brother and best friend held each other closely.
"Your smile is beautiful, Roddy." After a peaceful moment, Roderich suddenly jumped up.
"Oh! Why don't both of you stay for dinner? It's already 3 in the afternoon if you you don't mind staying for a few more hours."
"Well I was already planning on it." admitted Prussia.
"If you don't mind."
"Ah, I'm glad. It has been a while since the three of us ate a good meal together."
"I need to feed the dogs. I should be back very soon. "
"Oh? That's alright, I actually need to pick a few things up for dinner."
"Oi, oi~ Why don't we all go?"
"Ah, well alright." Gilbert cheerfully grabbed Roderich's hand and dragged him out the door, Ludwig following behind.
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Ludwig unlocked his door, opening it to reveal his loyal dogs waiting for him, tails wagging. Meanwhile, Roderich and Gilbert were making their way to the various markets to get food. They saw a girl looking at a flower stand. They stopped, Gilbert trying to take his hand away, Roderich holding tighter. Elizabeta turned around and looked at them in surprise.