A/N: I am so very sorry for the huge delay, but after seeing some really kind reviews in my inbox, I finally remembered this story and decided to finish up the omake. Thank you for all of your support, I was astounded at how many reviews this story got! And I'm not done with writing Prustria just yet; I'll write more of them in other stories soon. :D

OMAKE:

It had been a month since that day. Since then, no obvious changes in his daily life were visible to Roderich, save the increasing presence of Gilbert Beilschmidt in his home. He would come home after a long day's work at the UN to find Gilbert pulling beers out of his refrigerator and occasionally crashed on his couch, passed out after getting wickedly drunk. The tent that had once perched on Roderich's grand piano became Gilbert's makeshift bedroom on most of the nights he stayed over (after Roderich kicked him out of the bedroom). When Roderich stayed at Gilbert's, however, he couldn't kick the Prussian out. The Austrian had found sleep a nearly impossible feat when sharing the bed with Gilbert, who had a tendency to kick, snore, and most importantly, hog every square inch of the covers.

"Really, Gilbert!" Roderich yelled in exasperation one morning, sitting up and attempting to gather the covers from the dead-set grip of his partner. When this attempt was deemed unsuccessful, he furiously grabbed his pillow and began beating the Prussian's head. "Wake up, you damned idiot, honestly..."

Gilbert stirred slightly and rose slightly from his pillow. He tilted his head back and yawned loudly before making eye contact with Roderich. Cuddling his pillow against him, Gilbert sent his boyfriend a smirk. "What's up, Specs? Wanna cuddle and all that sappy shit?"

"I most certainly do not!" replied Roderich in a flustered tone. "I just don't find it fair in the slightest that I'm the one doing all of the work in this house - say, making the beds, for instance - to have you show up and..." Roderich waved his hands wildly, frustratedly searching for the word.

Gilbert shifted to prop his head up with his hand, still laying on his stomach. "Destroy everything?" he finished.

"Yes, precisely!" Roderich leaned back against the headboard and reached for his glasses on the nightstand. He ran his fingers through his tousled, russet hair. He turned his eyes to meet Gilbert's.

Gilbert groaned. "Oh, Gott. What do you want from me? Do I have to start doing housework?"

"I would appreciate it very much, yes. I even make your bed, you know. At your house."

The Prussian scowled. "Do I have to wear one of those slutty-slut-whore dresses while I make the bed? Like, those maids dresses that Francis keeps in his closet?"

Roderich shuddered at the thought of Francis's maid dresses, but continued regardless. "No, you don't have to wear a dress. I'd be a bit horrified if you did."

"Whew!" Gilbert sighed in relief. "I'm not into all that kinky shit. Though, you have nice legs, it'd look better on you. And it'd probably fit you better. I don't think those tiny little things canfit over my rippling torso and bulging biceps."

The Austrian scoffed. "You are delusional."

"You seem to like it," Gilbert replied cheerfully. As he shifted to sit up, his legs tangled in the bedsheets, and he slid off of the side of the bed with a thud. Roderich shook his head in disapproval.

"Has anyone told you that you in yourself are a weapon of destruction?" he asked as Gilbert let out a string of curses.

"Besides you, maybe West," Gilbert replied, hauling himself back up. "But you've also called me a nuisance, an immature child, an obnoxious moron, a lowlife, a freeloader..."

"You can be," muttered Roderich, crossing his arms over the front of his silk, violet pajamas.

Gilbert continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "An arschloch, a walking disaster, a sex god..." He sat up and moved closer to Roderich until he was sitting as close as possible to him.

"True, yes, but..." Roderich suddenly paused, his thin eyebrows drawing together and his forehead creasing. "When on earth have I ever stooped to satisfy your ego in that way?"

Gilbert just grinned maliciously. "There are some things, Roddy baby, that you don't have to say."

"Baby?" spluttered Roderich. "I have been walking this earth for seven hundred odd years! I am by no means an infant! How dare you insult me like that!" He continued ranting angrily, and Gilbert sighed loudly.

"It's a term of endearment, Lord Stick-Up-Thine-Ass." The Prussian rolled his eyes and sat up, scratching his head and shaking his head at Roderich.

"That certainly wasn't!"

Gilbert chuckled. "Man, Specs, you really need to loosen up. You can be so cute sometimes, and then you act like this. It's like how Arthur acts with Alfred - you're such a woman, Roddy."

Roderich's face flushed a dark crimson. "No...no, that isn't true, either! I was once a great empire; how could you call that 'cute'?" He turned away and glanced angrily out the window.

"Oh yeah?" Gilbert's tone of voice was sly, and Roderich dreaded what was coming next. "What about when you told me you loved me last night? You were blushing like a little schoolgirl during her first time, Roddy."

"That was my first time," the Austrian mumbled bitterly. He then raised his voice and turned back to face Gilbert. "And you should just shut up! It's not like you ever say it to me!" He narrowed his eyes furiously.

Gilbert shrugged. "Sorry, Rod. Didn't know how much that meant to you. But, like I said, there are some things that you just don't have to say."

"And what in the name of the Empress is that supposed to mean?" snapped Roderich in reply.

Gilbert groaned. "You're still dense as fuck, aren't you?" He leaned in closer and reached out to hold Roderich's face gently as he kissed him. Because it was Gilbert, it was nothing innocent or romantic, but Roderich reacted all the same, slowly wrapping his arms around the Prussian's neck as he relaxed into the kiss and allowed his lips to part slightly against Gilbert's. Gilbert dipped him slightly back, scooting Roderich into his lap. They broke apart after several long moments and Roderich found himself staring at Gilbert in surprise, a light pink flush coloring his cheeks.

"Gilbert, what...?"

"I love you, okay?" Gilbert rolled his eyes and looked off to the side. He sighed. "It's weird for me to say, but whatever. I love you, Roddy." He glanced back at Roderich, scarlet eyes meeting violet.

Roderich, still taken aback, stared. "I...well, thank you, Gilbert." He relaxed his grip on Gilbert's neck. "I never expected that from you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," muttered Gilbert. "I'm more of a physical person." He confirmed it, leaning in to kiss Roderich once more.

Roderich pushed him away. "Evidently you are. We have sex more than we talk." He rolled his violet eyes.

"And we fight more than we have sex!" added the Prussian gleefully.

"It's only been a month," Roderich sighed glumly.

Gilbert shrugged. "I waited three centuries for you, you could at least let me have a little fun every so often. Plus, Roddy, you can't play coy for so long. I know you like everything I do."

"Besides the blanket-stealing, maybe I do. Maybe." Roderich cracked a small grin.

"Right there! There's my prissy boyfriend!" Gilbert cackled maniacally and kissed Roderich, harder this time, and pulled him closer.

This kiss, however, was short-lived.

"Ah-hem."

The sound caused Roderich to break away instantly and look towards the door, but Gilbert didn't seem to care about the intruder.

"L-Ludwig!" Roderich flushed slightly.

The stoic, blonde German looked to the side, slightly embarrassed and horribly uncomfortable. "Ah...guten Morgen, Roderich...Gilbert..."

"West!" cheered the Prussian, sitting up happily and waving at his younger brother. "How ya doin', buddy?"

Ludwig massaged his temples with his fingers. "Gilbert, we went over this. You're both allowed to sleep here as long as you don't make any noise." He closed his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't obtain another headache at the hands of his brother.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, West. Roddy screamed like a little girl last night. Blame him."

Roderich turned to him angrily, his face nearly purple. "Shut up, you ignorant, foul, uncivilized..."

The pair began to bicker loudly once more, and Ludwig winced. His head began to throb in warning, and he knew that he'd have a headache for the rest of the day. He turned from thedoorway in defeat, wishing that he hadn't allowed the couple to sleep in Gilbert's room, across the hall from his own bedroom, as he headed back down the hallway.

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