"Flip It!"

Last Chapter, title and whole inspiration for it thanks to a friend, much boy on boy loving in this so if you don't like, don't read. Go back to the E rated stories folks.

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There came a point in every situation when something had to change. You had to evolve, you had to problem solve and if there was one thing Austria was good doing, aside from finding the cheapest deals and baking, it was problem solving. He didn't want to be taken advantage of, no way. He was sick of it. Prussia had made him kneel in the mud one too many times. He was going to do something about it. With his resolve firmly in place the brunette grew a wicked grin, it was completely uncharacteristic, but again this whole taking charge thing was just as out of his comfort zone.

Gilbert was too busy focusing his attention on the Austrian's collar bone to notice the grin, he was too busy trying to figure out the buttons on the man's trousers to notice the way Roderich shifted, all warning signs he should have seen. But alas in he didn't and he ended up pinned to the carpet floor, his white hair spread out around his head like a halo. Red eyes wide with confusion as hands pressed along his sides and lips fluttered along his chest till they dipped lower past his belt line. His pants were gone before he could fully assess what was happening here. It wasn't till those lips, oh god those lips, had reached his inner thigh that he began to understand. He was no longer in control here. Somewhere along the fuzzy, passion etched line he'd lost control of the situation and Roderich had snatched it up quicker than he could grab a cooling cookie.

"Roderich, wha- " the words barely left the Prussian's mouth before a moan cut them short. The Austrian was godly with those lips of his. Heat pooled in his stomach as his eyes slid closed. He could get used to this. Every inch the man touch lit with a burning sensation, it wasn't unpleasant though, it was... he couldn't think of the words for it, it was a sensation he'd die just to feel again. Since when had the man he'd always tormented become such a sex god?

Austria felt fingers twine through his hair; the tugging made him grin against the pale flesh of the other's inner thigh. His own hands had busied themselves with exploring each and every inch of Gilbert's body. He was well past the point of no return, but he refused to be the one being used here. Violet eyes finally searched for Gilbert's, glinting with a determined light that had never graced them before he moved his lips to the other man's chin, teasingly making a slow path towards his lips. His breath was warm and he could still smell the Prussian's breakfast, which he was now kicking himself for not eating much of, as he brushed his lips across the other's. "Mmm... Do you have some lotion or something?" the question came out on a hoarse whisper making the man beneath him shiver, his body reacting to everything he did in such a delicious manner. He had Gilbert wrapped around his nimble finger, or he would soon by any means, and he was loving it.

Now it was the Prussian's turn to grin, his eyes lighting up at the question, yes he liked where this was going. His hands smoothed out the brown waves of hair, tracing down Roderich's neck to his back. "Top drawer of the night- " again he cut himself short, the Austrian had already gotten up, letting the cold air in the room sweep in and replace him, but it didn't have long to take away the warmth that filled his stomach. Roderich was back, a small bottle that had had its' label ripped from it ages ago. Gilbert snatched it up and pulled the cap off, letting some of the clear lotion fill the palm of his hand. He was taking that control back now, whether Roderich liked it or not, he didn't play the bottom, ever. He rubbed the lotion over his fingers making the Austrian question it before understanding finally lit up his face, he was about to protest when Gilbert used his other hand to yank the man's pants free, finally. He didn't leave much time for the other to reverse the situation again, having learned from his last lapse in judgement. One of his arms closed around the other man's shoulders, pulling him in close, his lips found their mark easy enough, drawing Austria into a long, breathless kiss while his other hand made its move. Eliciting a delicious gasp from the brunette that only drove him to delve deeper, soon enough he had the man on his back again. The Austrian's legs wrapped around his waist and the man's name rolling off his tongue like it was only thing he knew how to say. Sure Roderich had started off as a replacement, but he'd become so much more than that. It wasn't just the way he could get the man to react to him, it was the way he felt with every touch, it was the way he was reacting to Roderich. How every little touch sent him over the edge and how he knew that he would never be able to get these feelings from anyone else. His mind had been so filled with mixed emotions and conflicting thoughts before, but the way Roderich looked up at him, his eyes still bright with a now defeated determination and his lips parted so slightly made him melt. Literally, his thoughts must have gone into cheesy mode, but he melted. He had no other way of explaining it. Roderich was his and his alone and not even West... No not even West could change that now. Moving on was like climbing that damnable wall, it was impossible, until you found the first foot hold. Roderich wasn't just the first, he was the last and he was his life after he finished his climb. "I love you," seemed to fit so well now.

OC:
PM: Okay all done, last chapter for this one folks. Hope you enjoyed it, yes it got a little cheese near the end, but you know what I thought it was cute.

–Gets smacked on the head by Prussia-

P: How dare you call me cute! I'm to Awesome to be cute!

A: Oh get over yourself. You uncouth sex fiend.

PM: Umm... well on that note, look forward to my Russia and Canada Lovin.

C: What!? But but-

R: Nah, look forward to it I shall!

PM: ... THE END!