Nano 2010 ch 1-2

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November 8, 2010

Nano 2010 ch 1-2

So, here we are again. Have the first two chapters. I refuse to be responsible for any inconsistancies, words spell check screwed up, or the terrible OOCness that I’m sure that happens. A lot.

However, enjoy!

Title: Dear God Why is My Muse This Cliche?

Fandom: Hetalia

Genre: Romance, Drama, College life, AU, yaoi

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Ivan/Gilbert, Ivan/Roderich, eventual Ivan/Gilbert/Roderich (all pairings are switchable. Because I win like that.)

Summary: Cliche ass get together fic. With drama. Yay.

Chapter One

Roderich winced as the note seemed to linger in the room, he knew he was going to get yelled at for this one, as he was distracted and therefore, made the mistake. The one sour note was at the end of a chord, which meant it was more noticeable than if it were just a mere slip of the finger in a chromatic scale where it could have at least been played off as a modern composer trying to create a discord in order to convey some form of unease through the music. However, the glare from his professor meant that no amount of explanation was going to be able to dig him out of this one. He had already been scolded during the past week due to his lack of attention span, not that he was surprised. He tried to leave his problems at the door of the classroom, but it rarely seemed to be allowed to work out as such.

“Mr. Edelstein,” his professor shouted, slamming his hand on the piano, making Roderich jump out of surprise and the fear that he was going to be hit next. Making multiple mistakes was not acceptable, and he didn’t want to have to explain to his parents on why he was failing at the one instrument that he loved dearly. “This is the THIRD sour note you have hit in the past fifteen minutes! I do not know what is wrong and I am not inclined to care, but would you play what is on the sheet! You are usually much better than this! From the top!”

Taking in a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of anything except for the sheet music that sat before him, staring back at him as if it was mocking him. With a critical eye and quick hand, he began to play the piece again, trying his hardest to redeem himself as it was bad enough that he was a failure in his own eyes, he could at least try to give his professor some sense of security that this was a one time thing. He tried to keep his thoughts from invading his mind, just focus on the notes and commanding his feet and fingers on the movements that were required of him. He was happy to hear the piano sing in its perfectly tuned voice, not one sour note, which had his professor smiling again. All he had to do was concentrate at the score at hand, and everything would be able to fall into place.

His professor smiled at him when he finished, Roderich deciding that he had redeemed himself enough so that he wouldn’t be yelled at again or the piano needing to be hit again. He felt sorry for the poor instrument for having to put up with the wrath of his professor, but he was sure that the piano had survived through much worse students and even had worse mistakes than those that he made only a short time before. He needed to really leave his problems at the door, as that way, such mistakes could be avoided.

“I’m not sure what is distracting you lately, however you need to resolve it very soon. I cannot have you making such mistakes in the classroom with the concert only a few months away and you have not yet decided which pieces you are going to be preforming so we must rehearse all of them that you have perhaps like to do in order to try to see which ones you should do,” his professor sighed as Roderich allowed the last chord to sing throughout the empty room, the other students having already headed to the practice rooms for their own pieces. “I really do hope that you are able to get yourself together and a piece. You have talent Edelstein, and it shouldn’t be wasted like you seem to have been doing.”

“Forgive me, however, I have had some unfortunate news come to me of late and it has been bothering me more than I’d like to admit. I thank you for your patience during this time and I have been entertaining thoughts on the pieces that I would like to do for the concert,” Roderich said truthfully. He had a few pieces picked out, and he hoped to have his selection down to about three by the time he was allowed to go back to the dorm, where the other source of his problems seemed to hang out more often than not. Well, both of them. “Again, please forgive my inability to leave this situation at the door as I try to do.”

“You are dismissed for the day, Edelstein,” the professor sighed heavily. “Please, try to feel better by the concert. The other students are already practicing for it and I would like to see what kind of pieces you will preform myself. You have talent with this piano and I’d hate to see it go to waste on a piece that is below your level because you have not the time or patience to really rehearse anything else.”

With a slight bow, Roderich gathered his belongings and music and headed off to his dorm, that he shared with two other men about the same age as he, however majoring in completely different areas. He always found it funny that they roomed together, but had so different ambitions that it would be hard for them to become friends, if they could be called that. He would rather leave them as acquittance, if the source of his daily headaches would leave him be for more than a few hours at a time. He hoped that the both of them were in class, as he couldn’t remember who had classes what day anymore, not since he had received the letter from his parents.

His family was high born, and still believed arranged marriages helped to strengthen family ties and were able to create new alliances that would help both families become stronger in the end. However, it seemed that his bride to be, the girl that he grew up with and knew that one day he would be forced into a marriage with, started something of a feud and that the marriage was off, which complicated his life a little. he followed the examples set by his parents for most of his life, dictating what he could and could not do, what he was going to do with his life, as well as who he was going to marry. Roderich was sure that if his family could have a say, they would pick the gender of his eventual children as well as their names and life ambitions as well. Not that he didn’t like his life, he just felt a bit lost now that the line that had been so clear since childhood had been erased in the instant it took him to read the words. he was free of that part of the leash, and he wasn’t sure what to do but sit as his master’s feet and hopefully receive an order on what he was supposed to do.

Not that he had any real interest in anyone else, sure his eyes had strayed from Elective a time or two, but he was male and he was pretty sure that his body had a mind of its own sometimes. however, he was loyal to her, and now that she was out of the picture, he wasn’t sure if he should just follow along with the rest of the world and play the dating game or just sit back and wait for his parents to find him a suitable girl for him to marry and once again, strengthen the family ties with that marriage instead.

With a sigh, he found his way to his dorm, going in and looking at the mess that was the kitchen. Apparently Gilbert had decided to try his hand at cooking again, which usually had some interesting consequences. The annoyance didn’t seem to be around, which suited Roderich rather well, as he wanted some quiet and solitude right now and didn’t know if he would be able to handle the egotistical, loudmouthed German. The Russian that he roomed with usually didn’t bother him too much, but he didn’t want to deal with him either, as being alone to think this whole thing through would be best right now.

Finding the apron that he had made himself from some of his mother’s old torn ones, Roderich tied the frayed ends behind him and began to clean up the mess that Gilbert had left him, wondering what in the seven hells that the man tried to cook this time. He sighed, the other should really just keep to making things that came out of a box, as that would make it a lot simpler for everyone else in the dorms. As they wouldn’t have to worry too much about the smoke detectors going off nor the suspicious smells of bring water when the German decided to forget the fact that he was trying to cook something and end up with burnt water and a ruined pan.

Luckily, all the dishes seemed to be mostly in tact, which was more than Roderich had expected. It would seem that he was trying something of a simple dish today, although what that dish was he wasn’t too sure nor really cared as long as it came off easily from the pans it was stuck to. And the stove, knives, and other kitchen utensils that were in use during whatever escapade that he tried out while he was in class. Really, he didn’t mind cooking for his dorm mates, as the Russian had rather bland food for his tastes and…he could really do without the constant messes that seemed to crop up from the German.

He felt eyes on him as he was doing the dishes, turning around to see Ivan looking at him with a sleepy expression and mused hair and clothing, the ever present scarf only partially around his neck, the scarring from something that he was curious about but would most likely never know the origin of peaking from it. It was rare that Ivan allowed himself to be seen in such a state, but Roderich decided that he should ignore it. He actually liked Ivan and got along with him quite well, as he found the man much more agreeable than Gilbert. Much, much more agreeable.

“What time is it,” Ivan asked in hesitant German, rubbing his eyes. “Is it…after….”

“It is two fifteen,” Roderich answered, going back to his dishes. “When is your next class? Hopefully you won’t be late.”

. Figuring that he would be able to do that later, Roderich put his apron away and went to pick out his pieces for the concert.

Going through his sheet music was calming, and the smell of printed paper and just even the look of notes on beige or start white paper just looked so nice, welcoming even. Not like his life that seemed to wander off into the great unknown, but something that would never change. For years to come, the same notes would be on the same sheets and sound the same on the piano as long as he played them right. They were a constant in a world of uncertainty, one that seemed to like to drop more and more surprises onto his head.

Just as he was finished laying out the songs that he wanted to do, he winced as the door slammed open, the loud German was back, much to Roderich’s chagrin. He could already feel his headache coming on. He really hoped that Gilbert was going to hang out with some friends instead of coming home to bother him. It would have been much more preferable.

“Oi, Roddy, you here yet,” he heard the annoying voice shout from the doorway.

“Yes, and what do you want,” he snapped, figuring that he other needed something from him to be asking for him so quickly. It never bode well when the other did that. “Better not be money because I have nothing to give you.”

“No, I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t get into my treats,” Gilbert laughed, going straight for the fridge, and getting out a covered tray that presumable had whatever the other was trying to make that had his kitchen looking like a disaster area. “I’m having a poker game later and it’s my turn to bring the food! This game is gonna be awesome because of my awesome snacks!”

Roderich decided that he wasn’t going to ask what in the world the German made, nor did he want to be the poor souls that had to eat it. Especially if it was the first time that he tried to make that particular recipe. Gilbert was good at making things that he made regularly or bothered to look up the instructions for, but most of the time he tried to “make it more awesome” in one way or another that usually ended up disastrous. He decided to err on the side of caution and not even ask what in the world he made, as that would most likely cause him to try out the damn stuff.

“Just come back at a decent time this time around. I don’t need to be woken up during the middle of the night with your drunk ass stumbling around,” Roderich grumbled, putting his belongings away. “It’s not even the weekend yet, so I’m sure that Ivan would appreciate it too.”

Gilbert snorted at the mention of the Russian, not really getting along with the other when his cooking was called crap right to his face. Not that he cared, as everything he made was awesome and people just called it crap to cover for themselves because there was no way that they could make something as awesomely as he did! Or so his huge ego kept telling him and who was he not to listen to such awesome proclamations about himself?

“I’m sure that Ivan doesn’t care. That big guy can sleep through anything!”

Roderich took in a deep breath, trying his hardest not to go back into the living room to throttle Gilbert into a pile of egotistical dust. Knowing his luck, the mouth would somehow be left in tact and go on its business of annoying everyone in the room. “Just come back at a decent time! Or else I’ll change the lock to your room again and hide the spare in the mountains!”

He could almost feel Gilbert’s pout behind his back, and know that he hadn’t exactly won the argument yet, but he was on his way. He would just have poke and prod a little more until he had some sort of commitment that the other man will come home at a decent hour of the night. Which if he didn’t, Roderich was sure that he would be able to find something to punish him with, such as turning off the fuses for Gilbert’s room again. The other didn’t come home late for at least a month after that, and was fearful for another two afterword when he did.

“You wouldn’t do that to the awesome me would you,” Gilbert asked, the pout even evident in his tone! How in the world could anyone function like that, Roderich couldn’t understand. Perhaps he was more of a “shut in” than he liked to admit to himself. “Because if you did, I’m sure that Gilbird would happen to find his way into your sheet music and make an awesome nest out of the boring stuff!”

“I would and you know it,” Roderich said, turning around with an angry look on his face. “Now if you excuse me, I have work to do other than trying to entertain you until your game! Some of us care about our education!”

“I care or else I wouldn’t have come all the way to Austria to study,” Gilbert pouted, as if that would gain him any leeway in either argument going on. “After all, German schools are awesome! I just wanted to see if the world could compare to anything in Germany!”

Roderich was at a loss for words once again, by the sheer stupidity that was Gilbert Beilschmidt. How in the world did this man even make it to his twenties, he wasn’t able to figure out that mystery of the universe, nor did he believe that he would ever be able to. Nor if he really wanted to for the sake of his own remaining sanity. Although he had a sinking feeling that it would be gone by the time that he was able to graduate with roommates such as the two he had. He felt like he was a mother instead of a student, trying to care for an idiot and a worse social introvert than himself. Such was the trials of Roderich Edelstein.

“Well you apparently approved enough to stay here instead of transferring back into your home country,” he bit back, proud of himself for being able to at lease come up with a reply that didn’t sound too bad, even to himself. “However I’m sure that Germany is taking a breather with such an egotistical burden out of its borders.”

“I’m sure that it’s weeping with misery since I’m not there,” Gilbert sighed, glancing at the clock. “However, I do need to get going! The game’s going to start soon and I want to get a chair instead of one of those damn bar stools! Those things start to hurt after a few hours!”

Roderich shook his head as the loudmouthed man left with the dangerous sweets that he had made early in the day. Perhaps he should have offered to make something up really quick as he was sure that would save at least a few people’s stomachs from the massive amounts of pain that they would be in shortly. Or perhaps they deserved it for being horrible people and this was karma’s way of getting back at them.

Either way, he once again had the living space the three of them shared to himself and in piece. Maybe now he would be able to get something done concerning the upcoming concert and some of his other homework that he had been assigned, which didn’t really appeal to him, but it would steer him towards his degree and therefore, his goal. Because as he no longer had a nice, comfortable marriage to look forward to, he hah to keep something in mind to get him through until he figured out something to do after school, or for the next candidate for marriage decided to show themselves in the next two years.

Chapter Two

Ivan knew how to hold his alcohol, Roderich knew how to hold his alcohol, Gilbert, however, never seemed how to catch on to when too much became way too much nor how to control the volume of his voice when he hit that limit. Roderich could only ever describe the shouts of multiple sentences strung together as word vomit, that were sometimes mixed with real vomit if there was any sort of rum involved. He was always thankful for the Russian’s help on these occasions, the large man able to hoist a squirmy German onto his shoulder with no problem, unless said German decided to dry heave or actually throw up on his back, given that only happened twice that Roderich could remember, thankfully.

Tonight, whoever the poker game was with, Roderich knew that there had to be some sort of rum involved, as Gilbert was completely smashed, if the drunk dialing was any indication and the fact that the man had no idea where the hell he was nor if there was anyone around him. Even though Roderich could hear other people in the background. He shuddered at the thought of other people getting a drunken phone call at…four in the morning begging for him to go and pick him up. Roderich decided to try to find whatever dorm room was still lit up or had whatever loud music that was a bastardization of Beethoven mixed with a strong techno beat. He was lucky that his ears weren’t bleeding.

“Specs,” the slurred tone came out over the music, somehow. Not that Roderich was complaining as hopefully, Gilbert would remember where on Campus he was! “Specs….where are ya man? I…where’s my shirt? HEY! Where’s my….Specs seriously where are you. You’re here right. Man…I’m fucked up…”

“I’m on my way Gilbert,” Roderich sighed, trying to put on his shoes so that he would be able to get his drunken roommate ohm and then go back to bed. He was lucky that he didn’t have a class until later in the morning or else he would be a lot more pissed off. “Just don’t move and keep talking on the phone and for the love of God remember where the hell you are so that I don’t have to go though the entire damn campus to find you!”

“Brouhaha Specs,” Gilbert slurred, Roderich flinching when he heard a crash in the background. That sounded expensive. “Oh that was cool! I wish I had a… a… what are those called? The thing with the flashy thing that takes…. stuff so you can look at it again? Comrade? No, that’s not it. It sounds like that though! Oh man…. the room…”

“Don’t throw up,” Roderich pleaded, steeping out into the living room. “I don’t want to have to carry you home if your stomach is already in knots!”

“I’m not… man… the room needs to stop with this spinning,” Gilbert moaned, a thump was heard which was most likely the man falling over. And hopefully not breaking anything valuable or himself. All he needed was a trip to the hospital because Gilbert did something dumb again. “Specs… man… where are you?”

“I’m on my way,” Roderich sighed, knowing better than trying to fight the nickname or really finding out where the hell the albino had gotten to. Hopefully he was at one of the friend’s houses that he knew where it was at and didn’t move at some point in the night like such parties did. Those nights were most annoying.

“Is that Gilbert,” Ivan asked, making Roderich jump when the man spoke. It was hard to believe that the large man could be stealthy as he was, that or Roderich was just too tired to really take notice of him. “If that is him, will you be need help?”

“I’m not sure,” rode rich replied, musing if he should be correcting the Russian on his German this early in the morning, and decided that it didn’t really matter. “But I would like some help finding out where the drunk bastard is currently.”

“I’m at… that place yeah! More beer,” Gilbert shouted, sounding a little distant, making Roderich groan and pinch the bridge of his nose. Dear God he was going to drink more? This night just keep getting worse and worse. “More beer! You hear that specs? They better have German beer. The rest of the world has… yeah! That! Piss!”

“Don’t you dare piss on the floor! Go to the bathroom you twit,” Roderich yelled, for the fear that he would ruin someone’s carpet.

He was answered with a laugh, which made him picture so many bad things happening he didn’t want to think about them all. “No specs! The beer! Theirs tastes like pissssssss. Haha! That’s fun to saaaaaay! Piissssss!”

“Yes, hilarious,” Roderich sighed, slipping on his shoes, nodding a thanks to Ivan when the taller man handed him his coat. “Do you remember where in the seven hells you are yet?”

“Tonio’s,” Gilbert laughed, most likely just seeing the host and remember where the hell he was. At least his job was now a tad more easier. “haha! He’s in a dress specs!”

“Surprising,” Roderich sighed, heading out the door, with Ivan in tow, ever looking curiously at the phone and wondering what the drunk one was saying to make the Austrian have such a look of exasperation on his face. “Ivan and I will be there shortly.”

“Okay,” Gilbert said, hanging up, making Roderich hope that more alcohol wasn’t going to be consumed by the albino. Knowing his luck, Gilbert was going to get even more wasted which he guessed was a good thing that Ivan decided to tag along.

“I see Gilbert has ah, partied again,” Ivan said, trying to strike up conversation in the chill of the early morning. “Which of his comrades has he, partied with.” Figuring that the German had his share of rum and perhaps some other alcohol, Ivan was glad that he woke up early from the phone ringing from his nap at the kitchen table. He needed to stop studying so late in the night anyway and get something of a normal sleeping schedule. It might be better for his body as well as his studies. He couldn’t afford to be sent back home to Russia as a disgrace. Especially when he proved that he had what it took to get good grades and improve his acting skills so greatly in his first semester already! The second one was just… taking their toll on him.

“Seems like Antonio had a group over for poker that most likely became another strip poker game with some beer pong,” Roderich snapped, never pleased when he was woken up like this at four in the morning. “Knowing Gilbert’s luck, the idiot lost and is now wandering around the dorms half dressed and drunk!”

Ivan didn’t mind the mental image of a mostly undressed German, flush drunk and giving him a heated look that he had received before. He sometimes liked what happened after they picked up Gilbert when he couldn’t seem to get home by himself, chuckling to himself at the times that Roderich had to pound on the wall that separated their rooms due to Gilbert’s screaming or moaning. Sometimes both. He hoped it was one of these times, as strip poker usually ended with him feeling kind of, how do they say it, turned on?

Roderich dreaded going to these things as they would sometimes dissolve into orgies, although it was mostly just a bunch of college kids having sex everywhere he looked and tried to avoid looking. It was too early in the damn morning to be thinking of correct definitions anyway, hell he barely remembered the way to Antonio’s. Luckily, Ivan was there to help navigate or else he would have been lost on the campus again. His sense of direction was horrid at best and when he was tired and angry, it just kept declining.

The duo made it to the front door to where behind was the kitchen, living room, and however many bedrooms this section of the campus supplied. Roderich was quite happy with only two other roommates and didn’t really care how many others anyone else had to put up with. Mostly because in his opinion, they should have put in their requests earlier to try to guarantee a good room with a smaller number of occupants. Knocking loudly, so he was sure that he would be heard over the loud music and the chatter that he could hear from the hallway which was a good thing. That meant not everyone paired off yet to make out.

He was let in by people he never met before, but their curiosity was put off by Ivan, who glared his way into the room after Roderich, who felt as though he had some sort of a body guard. He kinda enjoyed it, he wasn’t going to lie, but his first priority was to find a drunken German man in the sea of drunk people. Pushing through the crowd, he found Gilbert, passed out on the floor with a beer in his hand, splayed out across the floor and snoring. Ivan sighed, and picked up the unconscious man with little effort as Roderich led them back out of the crowded, hot, and smelly room. He felt sorry for the occupants as he was sure that there was vomit soaking into the carpet.

“Looks like he had fun, da,” Ivan asked, not liking the brooding Austrian. When the man brooded, things could only go down hill for his friend, and he didn’t like that. “Although he didn’t listen to you again about coming home?”

“Why would that fucking German bastard ever listen to anything I tell him and instead of insist on doing everything I tell him not to do,” Roderich fumed, resisting the urge to poke painfully at the head of silver hair until he woke up. “I tell him to come home early and instead he calls at four in the morning and wanting to be picked up! If you haven’t been here, Ivan, I’m not sure how the hell I would have been able to get him home!”

“Calm down, comrade,” Ivan smiled, resisting the urge himself to play with his ever present scarf out of nervous habit. “I am sure that Gilbert tried to get home early. Antonio can be somewhat of a bad influence, da? You know this? I know this. There have been times where he had tried to make us stay there for some fun. Although I am glad you punched him that time. I would not have liked to have done that myself and get sent back to Russia before I had my degree.”

“Yes, well Gilbert needs to learn to make his own choices and not inflate his ego!” Roderich was not going to let this go and was actually considering making good on his threat of taking his key and throwing it into the mountains somewhere where Gilbert would never find it and have to come home early or risk not being able to come in without someone there. Although he had to admit, it wouldn’t make a difference. After all, he and Ivan would go whenever he called to be picked up, and would most likely wake up to any banging on the door or phone call to let him in. Damn German and sneaking his way under his skin.

“We will come up with a punishment fitting for this perhaps a little later during the day, da,” Ivan yawned. He wouldn’t be getting laid so there really wasn’t any reason to stay awake and give into his body for sleep. There would be other days, and perhaps that could be Gilbert’s punishment, not getting any from him for awhile. As much as that would suck for him, he would handle it better than the albino. Or maybe he needed to get some sleep so that his brain could think of other things than sex that he defaulted to when tired. At least that was better than violence.

Arriving back at their dorm, trying to avoid the guards that paroled the campus, Roderich let out a long suffering sigh. “Throw him on the couch. He’ll most likely end up there somehow anyway.” Which was the truth. Gilbert had a talent for ending up there when he was drunk and how he did it, was a mystery to Roderich.

Ivan deposited the man more gently than Roderich would have, mostly because of his anger at the situation as well as the time that it had happened. He watched as Ivan covered Gilbert with a blanket, trying to keep the glare from his face. He didn’t think that Gilbert deserved any amount of kindness, needing to be dragged back to the dorm so early in the morning or late at night, depending on the preference of one’s time tables. He made his way back to his room and left the two alone, not needing to see any tenderness between them.

Plus, that just reminded him of his own predicament, and how he was no longer engaged but at a loss of what to do after getting his degrees and then a job. He didn’t like this uncertainty if he would ever find a proper bride and settle down, if his parents would find him one or if he would be left to fend for himself and look in the endless sea of faces and those that didn’t deserve to know the time of day from him. This public education was the only time that he would deem himself lower enough to mingle with the general public instead of high society, or at least his parents anyway. they said that he needed to learn about the lower classes and this would be the best way to go about it. Not that he thought so.

Climbing back into bed, he threw the covers over his head after making sure that his alarm was set. It wouldn’t do for him to be late because of Gilbert’s antics, nor would his professors appreciate any excuse on the matter. Drifting back to sleep more quickly than he thought would be possible, Roderich dreamed of a life where he didn’t have to think very much, where his choices were pretty much made for him, until he had children and was permitted by society to make them, so that his children could have a mapped out life like the rest of them.

-you open up and I come inside-

He did not expect to be woken again, a mere few hours later, with someone clambering into his bed with him. Waking up with a start, ready to try to pummel whoever the hell thought that they were privileged enough to come into his bed unannounced and unwelcome, finding a mussed Gilbert giving him a look that seemed to ask what was wrong, as if he was doing nothing wrong. So like him, even a bit hungover and apparently tired. It took everything Roderich had to first ask him what he was doing instead of just immediately kicking him out of his bed.

“What are you doing here,” he hissed, shifting against the wall in case he had to brace himself against it to kick the albino out of the bed.

“It’s cold out there, warm in here,” Gilbert said, slurred with sleep with a look that the reason was so obvious a child would have grasped it before he did. “So I came in here where it’s warm.”

“Go to Ivan’s room you dolt,” Roderich replied harshly, perhaps a little too harshly for his own taste. Was he jealous? Perhaps. Ivan had somewhat of a relationship which was more than he did for the time being. Something that he could mold into something or just leave be. Perhaps the sooner that his parents found him a suitor, the better. “You two are usually so close anyway.”

Gilbert put on his best pout, which almost worked with Roderich, if he wasn’t so angry at him in the first place for waking him for a second time with something stupid. “But his door is locked and he took the spare key from it’s usual place. I can’t get in there where it’s warmest so this will have to do.”

“Go to your own room then,” Roderich replied harshly. “Don’t just crawl into someone else’s bed because it’s warmer than the living room! I’[m sure your room is just as warm!”

“But my bed is cold and this is just more awesome,” Gilbert replied with a snort, laying down without a second thought and closing his eyes. “Besides, you’re always left out. Where being alone is awesome, sometimes being with someone else is good to. But only sometimes…” With that the albino drifted off, Roderich snorting and trying to stay as far away from him as he could, which really wasn’t any sort of distance he wanted due to his bed only being a twin.

-this one is for all the suckers who still believe in love-

The next time he woke up was when his alarm went off, playing the classical music that he loved so much to play and study. Trying to stretch and feeling an extra weight in his bed, he turned to look at a still peacefully sleeping Gilbert, who he would have to move in order for him to be able to get ready for class. Mostly because there was no way for him to get around the other man without waking him. A fleeting thought of perhaps he should try to invest in a larger bed was shot down, as he was sure that this was a one time thing anyway, and soon, he would be able to get back into his normal pace of life and Gilbert and Ivan would continue in their own ways. He couldn’t wait until he had another fiance, this jealousy did not suit him at all.

Sitting up, Roderich pet Gilbert’s hair, letting a small smile slip when the other man’s face twisted, trying to stay asleep even though the sun was coming through the closed blinds and there was shifting on his bed. Didn’t Ivan not have class today? He could have sworn that the other man didn’t, and that there had to be some other reason to be waking up so damn early. Maybe he had a surprise for him? That would be awesome! But not as awesome as being able to stay asleep.

“Ivan,” he groaned, rolling over right onto the floor, which made Roderich roll his eyes. Well, that proved that the Russian did have a larger bed than he did, not that it mattered. Gilbert would not be sharing again, mostly due to the fact that there was no way that their little fight would last any more than a week, where Gilbert would most likely sulk in his room and not come out until Ivan coaxed him out, which had happened before. Such an odd man was this Gilbert.

“Good morning to you too,” Roderich snorted, getting out of bed and gathering his clothing for the day that he had hung up in hi closet. “If you would please migrate somewhere less intrusive, that would be nice.”

Gilbert, instead, let out a pitiful whine and dragged himself back up on his bed, covering himself with the blankets and refusing to move. “But it’s already warm here and you can get dressed. I have no interest in seeing your scrawny ass anyway.” This was getting in the way of his precious sleep. He didn’t have class until the evening and therefore, didn’t have to be up during the ass crack of dawn without any good reason. And arguing with specs did not count as a very good reason at the moment.

Roderich went to go get ready for class, dressing quickly and hoping that Gilbert really was sleeping like he said he was. Taking a last look at his bed and the lump beneath it with a snort, he headed off for class, intent on trying to get Ivan to reconsider. Mostly so that he would be able to have a night’s sleep alone without having to wake up to an agitated albino. For the short term, he just hoped that the other didn’t feel like throwing up all over his stuff when he woke up again. That would be most unfortunate.