Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

Languages

[Small sweet thing because I'm craving some fluff and I'm bored]

Gavin glanced up when he felt the back of he couch dip slightly. He saw Conan leaning against it behind him, smiling down at him, Gavin was quick to return the smile to his beloved.

"Hey tincan," He greeted, reaching a hand up and messing up the android's perfect hair. Conan rolled his eyes and left his hair messy as he knew Gavin liked it that way.

"Hello meatbag," Conan said in return and moved himself around the couch, sitting down next to Gavin. The human immediately leaned his head against Conan's shoulder and closed his eyes as he felt Conan's hand reach up and his fingers ran gently through Gavin's hair.

Gavin let out a content sigh and opened his eyes again after a while, looking back over at the TV to watch the show that was on. Conan joined him in doing so, observing the character on screen kill the undead horde that was trying to infect them. No words needed to be spoken between the two, their emotions and thoughts already clearly on display.

After the episode of the show was over, Gavin sat up again and stretched his back, glancing over at the clock. It was getting quite late, he'd have to go to bed soon if he wanted to avoid being exhausted at work.

"Gavin," Conan said to get the human's attention. Gavin turned his head to look at Conan, "Te amo~" he said softly, chuckling at the confused look on Gavin's face.

"What?" Gavin asked in confusion, not knowing what that meant, he'd never really taken the time to learn any languages except for a bit of Japanese from back in his weeb days.

"Ich liebe dich~" Conan said in a different language, amused by Gavin's absolute bewilderment.

"I have no idea what you're saying," Gavin huffed, crossing his arms, a small pout on his lips.

"Je t'aime~" Conan continued to switch languages, enjoying watching Gavin's confusion.

"I swear to god if you're threatening me in Swedish or something I'm gonna-"

"I love you, you idiot," Conan finally spoke in English, near the point of laughing his head off. Gavin blinked before punching Conan in the shoulder.

"You fucking dork, I love you too," Gavin huffed, but he was chuckling a little as well.

"You should probably try to learn some languages, Gav, you are a cop after all, you encounter foreign people all the time," Conan pointed out.

"Yea well you're like a walking google translate, I don't need to learn them when I have you."

"You know I can refuse to do that, right? I am a deviant after all-" Conan was cut off by a cushion flying at his head, he dodged it easily.

"You're an asshole, that's what you are," Gavin said but only in a playful tone.

"Sure. I'm the asshole," Conan said with an eye roll before standing up, picking Gavin up in his arms as he went, Gavin yelped in surprise.

"Fucking warn me when you do that!" Gavin pouted and lightly hit Conan's chest.

"Nah. Don't feel like it," Conan said and stuck his tongue out at the detective. Gavin mumbled a quiet 'prick' under his breath as he was carried over to the bedroom and laid down on the bed, covers pulled over him. Conan got into bed next to him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, his LED flashing yellow as he wirelessly turned off the lights.

"Hey, Gavin?" Conan said quietly and Gavin grunted in response with his face buried in Conan's chest.

" jag älskar dig~" He said with a shit-eating grin, earning a small slap on the cheek from Gavin's free hand.

"Oh fuck off," Gavin grumbled, trying to ignore Conan's laugh.

[Sorry if I got anything wrong, I'm just writing the languages I remember from all the Hetalia fanfiction I used to read XD]