I was inspired to write this after reading something off of something off the wall of my teacher's. (Oh gosh! It's my first Fanfic~ Gah!) Enjoy the read!

Gilbert gave out a long sigh. He rummaged through his fridge intil his hand touched the cool condensed bottle of his favorite German beer. With his beer opener, it opened with a sizzling crack. Gilbert took a huge gulp of his amber lager liquid, giving out a satisfying "ahh" right after.

Last week was the young man's twenty fifth birthday. He celebrated with his two good friends, who they all gained the reputation as "The Bad Touch Trio" in their high school years. Infamously known for their continous pranks, hitting on the school girls, and their wide spread scandals. The celebration was full of Gilbert's two favorite things, women and a whole lot of booze. Now the fun and the recklessness dispersed as fast as a blink of an eye.

Gilbert propped his feet up on the coffee table, flipping through channels with his TV remote. He was in the middle of chugging down his third beer intil he heard the ring of his house bell. Not in the mood to move, he decided to leave it alone and ignore.

*Ring*

*Ring*

The continous noise of ringing is beginning to get on the man's nerves.

"Fine! I'm coming!" Gilbert yelled with hints of annoyance and tiredness. "Jeez" he muttered.

Gilbert swung the door open. "What do you wa- Oh... sorry. I mean... Hello." He stuttered. He saw a young man standing with a card in his hand. He had brown hair that was partially slicked to one side and an odd strand of hair that stuck out. His captivating violet eyes stood out, accompanyed with a pair of glasses. But the thing about him that brought the most attention was his pale black but not quite gray feline ears and tail. He looks damn adorable for a guy.

"Hello," the brown hair man began. "I'm Roderich Edelstein and I've been told to come here and give you this." Roderich handed the card to Gilbert. His shaking hand gave away how nervous he was. Gilbert recognized the neat cursive writing of his French friend, Francis.

Gilbert,

We had so much of a damn good time celebrating you birthday that I forgot to give you a birthday present. I keep on seeing people with their pets and thought about how lonely you are at home by yourself so I decided to get you one. His name is Roderich, cute isn't he? He's a cat from Austria, got him from a friend. Treat him well, mon ami. Have fun!

Your friend, Francis

Treat him well? Have fun? What shit is he writing about now? Gilbert thought this was some kind of "after birthday joke." What should he say to this timid man?

Excuse me, but what kind of joke is this?

Please, come in?

Or just simply shoo him off and slam the door in front of his face?

Gilbert opened the door a bit wider. "Come in," Gilbert ran his finger through his white hair. "You thirsty? Sorry I don't have any milk, just water and beer."

"Thank you very much." Roderich replied. "It's fine. I'm not thristy at all. Milk? I'm sorry but that's a cat stereotype. Cats are lactose intolerant and I don't want to deal getting sick."

We just met and you're already being a rude little shit? Gilbert raised a brow at the man's sudden rudeness, then furrowed his eyebrow in annoyance. He simply coughed and sat down facing in front of Roderich. He decided to relieve his curiosity with questions. "Francis told you to come here, am I correct?"

Roderich nodded.

"So right now til whenever, you're offically my pet?"

"Yes. That's what I've been told."

Gilbert noticed how Roderich's tail was neatly settled down, resting on the couch. He was very poised and gave out a sophsticated aurora. He couldn't help but say more to know in depth about his new pet.

"Let's get to know each other." Gilbert suggested. " I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. I'm German but I preferably like to say I'm Prussian. My personality is that I always strive to be strong, no matter what. So much for family, I have a little brother, Ludwig, but I like to call him West." After finishing what he said, he felt completely stupid of what he said. The way he said it was random and damn awkward.

"From the card, you know that I'm Roderich Edelstein and I from Austria. My mother was taken care off by a high class family, which was were I also was raised. I'm optimistic and my interests are in the musical arts, I enjoy playing the piano very much."

"Piano, huh? Follow me." Gilbert stood up and lead his way through the house to where his piano was.

"Your home is quite big for a man your age. " said Roderich.

"It is isn't it? My parents passed away four years ago. I shared it with West but then he moved to live with his... umm boyfriend."

"I'm sorry to hear tha-" Roderich was cut off by Gilbert.

"Here we are. In the middle of the room, we have a Bösendorfer grand piano and an August Förster vertical piano by the side of the room. But I think you prefer the Bösendorfer grand the most."

"May I play it?"

"Sure," Gilbert talked more as Roderich walked into the vast room to sit down on the antique chair. "My grandfather always loved music. He'd always played for me and West." He crossed his arm and leaned against the doorway to listen to his cat's performance.

The Austrian's hand hovered above the keys before striking a gentle note as his beginning. As the song progressed, Gilbert recognized the musical piece to be Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2. He noticed how Roderich's tail curled in a pleasurable motion, it amused him. As the song ended, he decided to share his knowledge of the musical piece.

"That's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin, am I right?"

"Yes. Uh, how did you know?" Roderich asked. His expression and tone gave away how impressed he was.

"My grandfather played it for a few times. I know a few notes." Gilbert walked further to hit a couple of notes of the song. "How was it? Great, right?" He gave a small goofy grin.

"Perfect." Roderich giggled. It was the first smile that Gilbert witnessed from his pet cat. It was awfully cute how he partially covered his mouth as he laughed. Gilbert began to see Roderich Edelstein's personality unravel.

Gilbert checked the grandfather clock to read the time. It was seven in the evening, three hours after Roderich came, and he was getting quite hungry. "It's almost time to eat. Do you want to come with me outside of the house? I'm going to order food for dinner. Apparently, I'm not the best cook in the world."

"Do you have any groceries in your refrigerator? I can cook for you."

"You can? I think I still have some food when Eliza came over. She made a pretty good homemade meal the last time she came over." Gilbert licked his lips as he remebered how the Hungarian woman's cuisine tasted. Elizaveta was Gilbert's friend and ex-girlfriend; she had always bared feelings for him, but Gilbert can never return them. Instead, Gilbert insisted to stay as friends, which the girl sadily agree to.

"Mh-hmm!" Roderich nodded. Gilbert lead him to the kitchen, he opened the fridge for Roderich to see. It was stocked with fresh vegetables and fruits. The freezer has enough food to make a full meal for the two of them.

"What do you want Gilbert? Anything specific you want to eat for dinner?" Roderich realized what he said. His face was swept with a deep red. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to call you by. Do you prefer something else? Mr. Beilschmidt?"

Gilbert gave him a soft smile. "No, it's alright. Calling me by my name is just fine. And with the food, I want you to surprise me."

Author's Note: How is it guys? First fanfic on FF! I'm planning to make this story less than 10000 words. I'll probably make Roderich a bit more feline-like with his actions/personality. We'll just see where it'll go. I just adore this pairing so much~ And remember reviews amuse me