| Schlattbur Oneshots |

No fair

Why him.

Why him of all people..

Schlatt sighed and stared at the pile of papers just sitting on his desk. Quackity had come in earlier and set a large stack and left him by himself to do all of it. He didn't even know how.

And nobody here had the decency to explain it to him.

Not that he asked for help.

But they still could've offered.

Schlatt leaned back in his spinny chair, staring at the ceiling. His mind began to wander back to what he had been thinking about before.

Wilbur Soot. The man that he kicked out of his own country after becoming president.

They used to be good friends, when they were younger. Schlatt had no idea what happened. Wilbur just suddenly broke away, and said he didn't want to talk to Schlatt after what he had done.

He hadn't done anything.

He just missed his friend.

Suddenly there was a crash from behind him. He sat up and spun around quickly to see a man on the ground and his balcony's glass doors shattered.

The man looked up and smiled awkwardly at Schlatt. Wait.. curly brown hair, yellow sweater, that big brown trench coat. And those eyes..

The man on the ground was none other than Wilbur Soot himself.

"W-Wilbur? What the fu-"

Schlatt didn't get to finish his sentence as he watched Wilbur pop up from the ground like a spring and put a finger to Schlatt's lips, quieting him.

"Shhh.. don't ask", Wilbur shushed. A light pink spread across Schlatt's face at the closeness of the other man.

Wilbur smirked at seeing Schlatt's face flush.

"Something wrong princess?", he asked, scooting closer to Schlatt's face, loving the reaction he got.

Schlatt was a blushing mess. He opened his mouth to say something and then shut it again, at a loss for words. Maybe that was for the better, otherwise he'd have been stuttering over every single syllable he spoke.

"F-fuck off", Schlatt finally managed to push out, backing away from Wilbur. But he didn't get far before an arm snaked its way around his waist, pulling him close again.

"What's wrong love? Do you not like this?", Wilbur asked right by Schlatt's ear, leaning his head against the side of Schlatt's.

Wilbur pouted as Schlatt pushed him away.

"I thought you liked me!", Wilbur exclaimed as Schlatt gave him a glare.

That sent him.

Schlatt froze, his eyes widening, looking at Wilbur warily.

"Where did you hear that?", Schlatt asked cautiously.

"Oh please", Wilbur rolled his eyes. "As if it wasn't blatantly obvious in the first place. And Quackity may or may not show me some things you've doodled or written down."

Schlatt's fists clenched. Of course Quackity was a traitor. Even something as silly as this, it showed he couldn't be trusted to handle Schlatt's personal information.

Wilbur noticed Schlatt's sort of internal breakdown, seeing how his breath had slowed down so he was barely breathing, his fists tightly clenched, his eyes squeezed shut.

Schlatt slowly just slid to the floor, putting his knees up and laying his head down on his arms which rested on his legs.

Wilbur frowned.

"What's wrong Schlatt?", Wilbur asked worriedly, stooping down to Schlatt's level. He hadn't meant to make him sad.

Schlatt sniffed a little and forced himself to not let the sharp tears spill from the back of his eyes. He looked up a little at Wilbur.

"No one's on my side.. not even the one person I thought that I could trust. It's not much fun being the most hated person ever, especially when you got to a point in your life where you thought things were going well, all for it to just turn out to be a lie", Schlatt muttered, avoiding eye contact.

Wilbur felt a fresh wave of sympathy crash into him. He never had any idea Schlatt was feeling like that.

"Schlatt.. I'm so sorry.. you do know I am on your side, right?", Wilbur whispered.

Schlatt perked up.

"I like you too.. if you even liked me in the first place", Wilbur said, looking straight (gay) into Schlatt's eyes.

Schlatt sniffed again and cracked a small smile.

A chain reaction, as it made Wilbur smile too. He pulled Schlatt in for a hug, rubbing his back comfortingly.

And thats how Manburg rebecame L'manburg, still just as proud a nation.

And that's also how the president earned his new vice president and his new boyfriend.

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