not human - pruaus

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Gilbert rang again. No response.

He sat down on the steps and waited... And waited... And waited. Soon enough the rain stopped.

Four hours passed of sitting and pacing, and soon enough a familiar grey car pulled up. He tried looking in the windows of the car but they were tinted so he couldn't look in.

The car door opened and his cat ears perked up, and he kept a close watch. Soon, a figure stepped out of the car, with a familiar looking ahoge and glasses.

Roderich.

He looked quiet depressed, and when he shut the car door and turned to go up the stairs into his house his eyes widened.

"Gilbert?!"

"Roderich!" Gilbert's eyes welled up with joy as he stood up immediately.

"I was looking everywhere for you? Where the hell were you?"

"No where."

Roderich rushed over to the taller German and gave him a tight hug, Gilbert standing there in shock, not returning the hug. It was one-sided.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Roderich stammered, instantly letting go and stepping back.

"N-Nothing... it's just that... you... you hugged me." He mumbled.

"So? What's wrong?"

"You don't love me. And I love you anyways. You know how it would make me feel- this is some kind of joke, right?"

"No! I'm just happy to see you."

"Oh." Gilbert said, looking rather disappointed. He thought it was going to be like one of those cliché romance movies, where the other ended up loving the other person on the end. But it wasn't. This is real life.

Wake up, Gilbert. You know it's not going to happen. Gil sighed, thinking to himself.

"Wanna go inside?" Roderich offered.

"I'll pass. I wanna stay out here for a little more. I'll come inside soon."

"Okay. Door's unlocked for you, come in whenever." The Austrian nodded, and stepped inside, gently closing the door while leaving Gilbert outside, sitting on the steps.

The white haired man loved Roderich so much it hurt. Badly. He wanted to be loved by him, but he couldn't force it. He just sat there, tears welling up in his crimson eyes.

No. He wasn't going to cry. He clenched his fists, trying to make the tears dissolve away, but to no avail.

A couple slipped away from his eyelids, making him release a small sob. He sniffled and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.

He shouldn't be crying over someone. It wasn't worth it. Right?

After about fifteen minutes of sulking, he went inside with his face all blotchy and slightly red at the tip of his nose, around his eyes, and his pale cheeks now a rosy pink. It was clear he was crying. He didn't want Roderich to see the evidence. Gilbert laid down on the warm and comfortable couch, curling up on the side.

Soon enough, Roderich came in and sat next to him, at a friendly distance. "Gilbert... What's really wrong?"

"Nothing!"

"Tell me."

"Nothing, dammit."

"There's obviously something bothering you."

"No there isn't."

"You've been crying. You don't cry randomly for no reason."

"Some people do if they're depressed."

"Wait- what? Gilbert- you're depressed?"

"No." He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh. Then why were you crying, there's ought to be a reason if you're not depressed."

"Just... just leave me alone, Roderich."

"Nah, I'm 'kay. Please tell me. I made a dick move earlier and I shouldn't have."

"You wouldn't care. Heck, you would be weirded out and would get up and leave me. Just fuck off."

"Please! Tell me. Please..?"

Gilbert sighed and then spoke up for a second, "God dammit! I love you," he almost yelled, looking rather intimidating, "and you know it, and it's just painful... no, agonizing to know that you don't feel the same way. I want to be with you, so, so much. But you like what's-his-name. I can't explain this with words- but..." He trailed himself off and leaned into kiss the Roderich, rather firmly, and only Gilbert contributed to it. Roderich didn't know how to respond... but, he wanted to.

Roderich soon responded to the kiss, then pulling away.

They both stared into each other's eyes, speechless. The two were still currently processing what they just had witnessed, and neither of them spoke up.

Gilbert leaned against Roderich, and the shorter of the two petting his white hair comfortingly.

"Gilbert- wow- that... that was amazing. But we can't... We can't do things like this. We have to contain our feelings."

"What-!? Why?"

"I'd have to come out to Eliza and... Basch. I'm not sure if I'm gay, or bi, or pan. It's not the time."

"Fuck Basch! I'm here, in front of you. Why do you always have your mind on somebody else... and you never pay attention to me...?"

Roderich considered that. It was true. Why didn't he pay attention to Gilbert? He just realised he did love him. He knew why he was always thinking of somebody else. To distract himself from him so he would trick himself into thinking he didn't love him. And it worked. It worked well.

"I-I... oh my God. You're right. I'm sorry. I know why I never did now..."

"Why?"

"Because... Because. I love you back. I wanted to trick myself into thinking I didn't by thinking about other people. Wow-..." The words poured out from Roderich, and it felt great for him to get it off of his chest.

"What..? R-really?" Gilbert said in pure disbelief, as he leaned in to kiss Roderich again.