Hallo, Allen Beilschmidt here.

It's been centuries since I posted something new... and I still gotta finish writing the last one-shot, the Tyki x Allen one. I'm so very sorry :(

I have collected some little, seemingly decent ideas, though, during this time... which was a hard time, btw, I just finished school's last exam... and now I'm free~

Free to write the ideas down, and also to draw some hot guy on guy action.

Aehm, I'm babbling, sorry :D

'There aren't enough Bunny Pair fics, so I must contribute': that's the reason for this fanfiction.

And since I'm an AU, school life bitch (or maybe both 'em are my sluts), here we go with a RuPru, both hotties dwelling with school life and problems and stuff.

It's a multi-chapter fic, and I don't have it all written down... so I'm hoping my enthusiasm for it will not fade away any soon, I hate hiatus shit :/

Moreover, the first chapter is a teaser, a hell of a teaser. If you hate me, no problems, I understand :D

If you like the idea please tell me, or I won't even bother to finish this (seriously, no kidding guys), since I do have many other plottity plots in mind just waiting to be put down.

Please enjoy.

#A$

-Chapter I-

° Second month of school °

The boy walked fast along the corridor, trying to be as silent as he could.

Many books were kept under his arm and his eyes were tired with the lack of sleep.

Yawning a little, Ivan glanced at his wrist. The watch signalled it was half past one.

'So late already…?' he briefly wondered, before turning to a corner and then climbing the stares two steps at time.

If he could, he would run, but he knew he would wake up someone if he did. He wasn't that noiseless when running… besides, it was already a great achievement he had learned how to walk as silently as a robber…

The Russian approached the door of his room and his heart started beating a little faster. The amethyst eyes were so focused he could clearly see how the moonlight gave away all the shades of brown of the door, or how the doorknob would mirror the light back softly.

His brain was too occupied wondering on its own that his limbs moved accordingly to habit and inner desires. He pushed down on the doorknob slowly, trying not to make any noise, and opened the door with the same care.

Once inside Ivan closed it and only then he turned to study the room… or maybe more its occupant, that is.

He took in the whole space. Everything looked bathed in different shades of dark blue, which only lighted where the moon could reach, giving the hit objects an ethereal, white appearance.

White… there was a lot of it on the right part of the room. White sheets, white pillow, white shirt, white hair, white skin. He took a slow, long breath before reaching those pale, silver-like strands of hair, approaching the sleeping figure as if it were a vision… as if he could disappear any moment. The atmosphere felt so surreal, so magic, Ivan wouldn't be surprised if the other actually did.

The blond bent on his knees and let them meet the floor, then ran his fingers lightly through his roommate's locks, totally dishevelled and messy, but still soft and silky to the touch. He briefly wondered how much appearance could deceive. His eyes studied the strands, while he curled one freely around his finger.

The other boy was surely albino, like his pale complexion and red eyes gave easily away. His hair wasn't really white, though. It had a white, almost silver-like shade when exposed to any kind of light, but it was more a very clear, soft sand-like colour. It reminded Ivan of the sunny beaches of exotic islands he had only seen on books and on the internet. He wished he could have a vacation there, in one of those warm places. The Russian hated the cold of his house, the cold of his native land... though he knew his sisters wouldn't have allowed such a holiday… they were so overly protective. He knew they loved him dearly and defended him from everything they felt was dangerous, but they did need to understand, someday, that he was growing up. The day in which he would have to get on alone, to keep himself standing with his own strength would arrive and soon… ('or has it already arrived…?').

His thoughts drifted back to the other male. Ivan's eyes had stared at the sleeping face the whole time he had been thinking, without the Russian noticing.

Yes, his hair reminded him of the almost-white sand of beautiful islands far away from home, far away from the cold. But it wasn't just his hair. Everything in Gilbert reminded him of something close to the concept of warmth. His smile, when he was lucky enough to catch one, was warm. It felt like the spring winds, velvety and soothing. His hands, when they came into contact while reaching for the same book, startling the both of them, were warm. His voice, though a little husky and sometimes harsh (the Prussian had a really bad mouth when he wanted), reflected his young age and was almost every time filled with mirth, rarely cold, a clear hint of his natural easy-going and lively character. But his eyes… his eyes were the warmest thing about Gilbert. They were of a slightly dark shade of red, almost blood-like. And Ivan loved the colour of blood. It looked as if constant flames were burning with life behind the other's irises. When he was angry or happy, the flames would be burning sky-high. When his tone would be a soft one, like the time he consoled his friend Antonio when he once cried in front of the Prussian (Ivan didn't remember the reason, because he was just walking around heading to the library and didn't feel like intruding), or when his brother was feeling down, they would burn in a more delicate way, almost embracing the other person with glowing heat like a lighted hearth in a cold room.

Yes, Gilbert was definitely a warm person. If he could compare him to something, he would…

Ivan stopped caressing the other's hair, thinking deeply. After a moment, his eyes widened slightly, as if an epiphany had occurred to him. The violet, amethyst-coloured irises softened, and a small smile graced his lips as he started again curling the other's strands around his fingers.

Yes, the albino was definitely like a sunflower. His favourite flower.

Not that Gilbert would actually look good in yellow, but still…

The blonde stifled a chuckle at the thought. No, no… black, red and blue were the other's colours. Definitely. He remembered for a moment the day when the Prussian had pulled on a yellow t-shirt and green pants. He looked so funny, Ivan couldn't help but giggle. The red-eyed boy had looked at him with a lifted eyebrow, then very amazed (maybe also a little offended) when the blond had reached for a red, short sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans in Gilbert's wardrobe and threw them at him.

'Please, don't make a fool of yourself' Ivan had said with mirth tainting his voice, lips slightly curved up when the albino let out an indignant growl and blushed slightly, before changing his clothes.

No one would have said that, since the Russian wasn't one to particularly care about his appearance; everything he put on was actually rather plain. However, he had incredible intuition and tastes when it came to colours, especially about clothes. He had been the one culpable of his younger sister changing most of her wardrobe to blue and white clothes, since the time he had complimented her saying 'Ah that blue and silver scarf is perfect on you, definitely your colours, da'. At least, Natalia had had the grace to blush in front of his brother's wide eyes when he noticed the quite drastic change in her style.

The blond sat up, glancing thoughtfully at Gilbert's entire figure. The red-eyed boy was sleeping on his right side, back facing the wall, the sheets half rolled around his form, letting the other notice how the left leg was a little behind the right one, which was bent onward, creating the impression of a non-existent curve of the Prussian's straight, thin hips. The arms were stretched in front of his face, a hand out of the bed. A little frown furrowed the white eyebrows, as Gilbert changed position in his sleep, causing Ivan's breath to get caught in his throat for a moment. The sheets tangled even more around the sleeping boy, getting rolled around his legs and pelvis more, but letting his chest free. The white shirt was open, and a good expanse of skin was left uncovered. His chest raised languidly, head turned towards the wall, his neck exposed as if ready to be bitten…

The amethyst-eyed male's stare intensified, working his eyes along the other's body more than once in a predatory way. Gilbert looked like a tasty prey, with his arms on ether side of his head and legs slightly spread… even if what captured Ivan's attention the most was actually his neck. He could almost taste the beating of its vein on his lips…

Ivan's thoughts came to a halt when he found himself nearly biting the other, mouth slightly open just under the Prussian's ear.

'What am I doing…?' the blonde thought, flushing, backing away briskly. He put the books on the writing desk as silently as possible and gathered fresh clothes in the same fashion.

Looking at Gilbert for one last moment, he pulled the door open one more time. He needed a shower… really needed it. The Russian hoped, in that way, that his thoughts would be washed away together with he water.

His eyes drifted with longing from the other's neck to the chest, stopping over the collarbones and licking his lips unconsciously.

Ivan bit his lower lip hard when reason came up again. Damn, he was really tired, wasn't he…?

A long, cold shower would surely help him gather his thoughts better. Or make them go away. The latter option sounded better, da.