Forever (Your) Knight [Prussia/Austria]

[Königreich Preußen]

Continued from here...

Raising an eyebrow, Gilbert produced the apron from the location Roderich gave him and scoffed lightly. An amused grin formed on his lips as he took in the apron's abnormally frilly appearance and he was forced to choke back a string of laughter. It was just like the brunette to have something so ridiculously feminine. "Wow... I'm guessing this was a gift from dear sweet Lizzy, huh?" he snorted, "Man, I can't believe that even she thought you were the woman in the relationship. Your dick really didn't do much for you, huh?" Pausing briefly, the Prussian allowed himself a small snort and grinned as he continued, "Then again, her metaphorical dick is probably twice as big as yours."

As he laughed, the albino stepped forward and slipped behind the brunette once more, carefully navigating the straps of the apron around the other's waist and neck. "It isn't a waste... Once you manage to get it all down, think of all the money you'll end up saving on soap and shit when you're using less dishes--now watch. I'll show you one more time, because I'm awesome, and then you're gonna do it yourself."

Without waiting for a response, Gilbert poured another pancakes worth of batter into the pan and waited until the edges had turned a light golden brown. Carefully sliding the breakfast pattie forward in the pan, he kept a firm grip on the Austrian's hand and lead him through the proper motions and flipped the pancake over with a small 'flop'. "See...?" he grinned, nodding at the pancake in approval. "It's an awesome talent. West can't do it to save his life and somehow manages to hit himself in the face whenever he tries. Gotta say, it's funny as hell... and pisses him off."

Pulling away, Gilbert slowly moved to stand beside Roderich rather than behind, and leaned on the counter lazily. "Alright, come on, it's your turn."

[Austria]

Rolling his eyes at the affront to his masculinity - honestly, wasn't he tired of calling me a girl after all these years? - Roderich patiently waited for the Prussian to slip the apron over his neck and tie the straps around his thin waist, pursing his lips as he spoke. "Elizaveta thought no such thing, and as I recall, she never complained about the nature of our relationship. Honestly, aren't these kinds of comments getting old for you?" His voice held no real annoyance in it, though; the day was too special for something like that, and the Austrian knew by now that Gilbert's words were harmless.

Even as Gilbert explained the so-called advantages of learning this somewhat foolish skill, Roderich shook his head. He didn't complain or say anything right away, though, enjoying having the other's arms wrapped around him. When he pulled away, though, the brunette sighed once more, glancing at the silverette warily. "I don't think it would save enough to make up for the cost of cleaning up all the messes from splattered batter, but if you are so insistent, I will try just once for you. And I doubt your brother finds having hot pancake batter on his face near as funny as you do."

Taking the batter, Roderich poured the last of it onto the pan, waiting for the edges to brown before gripping the handle. Roderich hated trying things he knew he couldn't do in front of other people, as it opened him up for ridicule and made him feel inadequate, even when it came to something as foolish as this. He knew Gilbert would only tease him playfully if he couldn't do it, but it didn't stop him from feeling somewhat anxious. Gripping the handle a little too tightly, he tilted the pan somewhat before flicking his wrist and watching the pancake flip halfway and land folded in on itself. It wasn't a complete failure, he supposed, but now it looked funny with part of it folded under itself.

Making a face somewhere between disappointed and satisfied, Roderich didn't bother to fix his mistake and instead turned to glance at Gilbert. "Are you satisfied now? I've succeeded in making you a disfigured pancake." Rolling his eyes, he nudged the silverette lightly. "Finish setting the table for me, bitte."

[Königreich Preußen]

"You're so bitter..." Prussia mumbled, rolling his eyes as the Austrian nation's less-than enthusiastic (partial) succession of flipping the pancake. He leaned forward and poke the pancake with a slender finger, smiling in satisfaction as it straightened itself and fell flat against the bottom of the pan. "See? All it needed was a little tap, and now it's awesome."

Pressing his lips to the Austrian's briefly, the albino pulled away and moved over to the table. There wasn't much to set up, seeing as there was only the two of them, but he still put a decent amount of effort into making it nice. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered with such "trivial" things such as folding a napkin neatly or trying to put all the silverware in the right place, but with Roderich, the Prussian found himself trying that much more to impress. The table didn't take long for him to set, anyway, and within a few minutes, he was back at the brunette's side and carrying their plate of freshly made pancakes over on a platter.

"Anything else?" Prussia asked, picking up the half-deformed pancake an tossing it only his own plate with an affectionate grin. "My awesomeness is at your command."

[Austria]

Heading to the table, Roderich shook his head, pleased when he saw that Gilbert had even folded the napkins properly and put the silverware in their correct place. "There's nothing else; sit down and eat." Taking a seat himself, Roderich caught a glimpse of the Iron Cross around his neck as he glanced down at the table and smiled to himself before pouring himself a glass of milk and focusing on his breakfast.

Glancing at the refrigerator, he frowned slightly before looking back at the Prussian. "What kind of cake and wine would you like to bring with us?" he asked in a soft tone, treading carefully on the subject once they had finished eating. He almost felt selfish for wanting to continue having a good day, knowing how depressed Gilbert usually got. It was a miracle in and of itself he hadn't been shut in his room all day and the Austrian knew he should be grateful for what he had; besides, he understood what it was like to lose a beloved leader. In less than a month, it would be his turn to mourn. He would take the good and the bad in stride and do his best to be supportive; it's what Gilbert did for him, after all.

"Why don't you get everything together and I'll clean up," the brunette offered, rising from the table with a small smile, nudging the other into action. "I don't mind taking care of the dishes," he assured before the silverette could protest, picking up both plates purposefully before taking them to the sink and beginning to clear off the rest of the table.

[Königreich Preußen]

Opening his mouth to protest despite Roderich's reassurances, the silverette watched the other walk to the sink and felt the words die in his throat. It was easy to tell when the brunette was trying to be careful, and given the date, he wasn't at all surprised. Had he not known the musician as well as he had, the albino doubted he would have noticed it at all. Still, the fact that Roderich was able to do it as subtly as he had been was appreciated. It was better than pity.

"Danke Schön, Roddy..." Prussia murmured as he stood up and walked over to the sink to press a kiss on the musician's cheek. "I'll change and be downstairs to pack the cake and wine. Mind pulling out a lunchbox or something when you're finished?" Not waiting for a response, as it wasn't likely the other would say no in the first place, the ex-nation made his way upstairs quickly and into the bedroom. His knight uniform was discarded on the bed carefully before he dug through the closet and produced something better suited for a visit to the graveyard.

Soon, he was downstairs, dressed in a pair of black slacks, white dress shirt, and a black blazer. It was formal, but not enough-so to seem uncasual. He'd even taken the time to brush and (sort of) straighten his hair. "You almost ready to go?" he asked, stepping into the kitchen. "How do I look?"
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A/N: I don't remember if he changed already, but I didn't wanna re-read. So we'll pretend he didn't.

[Austria]

Drying his hands on one of the towels hanging over the cupboard door, Roderich surveyed the kitchen quickly. Everything had been cleaned, the dishes were in the dishwasher (though it wouldn't be run until it was full to save water) and a container for the cake had been laid out on the counter.

Turning around upon hearing Gilbert re-enter the room, Roderich smiled slightly at his question. "Ja, I'm ready... and you look fine," he assured the silverette in a warm tone. Nodding to the refrigerator, the brunette leaned against the counter as he spoke, "Pick one of the cakes to bring with us; there should be some wine in there as well, unless you'd like an unopened one from the cellar. You can pick whichever bottle you'd like." It was unusual for him to offer to open another bottle when there was already one open, but it was a special occasion and Roderich could bend the rules for today.

Shifting, the Austrian found himself subconsciously running his fingers over the chain around his neck as he watched Gilbert move around the kitchen, getting everything together that they would need for their trip. When everything had been packed, Roderich straightened up and dropped his arms to his sides. "Is that everything?" he asked, picking up the container with the cake and reaching for his keys that hung on a hook. "We should get going so we don't waste the daylight."

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Not much for me to do here. I tried to write as much as I could. >>