[RL With Mello- There's no better date than a good battle]

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[The war was coming to an end, the Kingdom of Prussia had conquered almost all of Silesia, but some parts in the extreme southeast, like the Duchy of Teschen and Duchy of Troppau, remained possessions of the Habsburg Monarchy as Austrian Silesia.

Conflicts were still the daily bread and Gilbert couldn't left his world for long, but those battles were perfect for venting. They worldhoped to the Duchy of Troppau in the part north of Opava River, Prussia's territory. Gilbert smiled at the view and conduced Mello to his tent.]

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ILU2. ♥

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He gave a quiet, comfortable sigh at the touch. Knowing that Gilbert would look out for him specifically made this seem a little unfair- but at the same time, he felt safe. When was the last time he'd been able to let go of his paranoia like this? Five years ago? ...probably something along those lines.
Mello turned to face his boyfriend. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to just reach up to his face, running his fingers down his cheek. ...So different from all humans he knew...

"How much longer?" he asked quietly. How much longer until the battle begins, of course.

/ninja tag before I go to sleep. Because you deserve moar love ·3·

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Gilbert smiled, a mischievously half smirk that showed a fang, and leaned into the touch. He just managed to get Mello perfectly dressed up and now he wanted to get rid of those clothes.

"Half hour or so...plenty of time." He always felt eager before a battle, excited. Mello's presence just make it better.

Thank youuuu~ ♥

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Mello knew that smile. He knew it well, and damn if this was wrong but he loved it - so he smirked right back.

"It's not like they'd start without you anyway."

Grabbing the older man's belt he roughly pulled them even closer together, before running his other hand to the albino's neck and grabbing a fistful of greyish white hair. No more time for words, or thoughts, or gentleness. He didn't want anything coherent on his mind right now. So he crashed his mouth against Gilbert's, starting their personal little prelude for war.

Welcomeeeee~ ♥ To the good stuff! :D

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Prussia grinned agains his mouth before to returns the kiss.His arms slid around Mello's waist, one hand moving so his fingers tangled into the blond hair; pulling his head back as his lips crashed down against the other one. Gilbert pulled him against his body as he took advantage and slid his tongue over his, starting to explore his mouth.

>)

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Not that he didn't know that taste well enough already. Mello fought for dominance in the kiss every bit of the way, knowing it to be a futile before he started. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't try. In the meantime, the hand that wasn't entangled in the nation's hair snaked it's way past belt and jacket, only to find the shirt underneath neatly tucked in and impossible to get past. He could almost feel a scar on Gilbert's back through the fabric now. It would have to do, as much as he wanted the entire body for his hands to rediscover.
Too much clothing in the way of things, clearly.

>] ! Oh tbw: http://community.livejournal.com/dramadramaduck/3836948.html

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He was not surprised by Mello's response, he will not have it any other way, and neither by his dissapointment. Being dressed the right way for a battle was more important that people thought but it was really annoying in situations like this.

But no one could say that Gilbert wasnt adaptable and, after all, Mello wasn't that well dressed. Gilbert eyes glinted as he moved a hand to his neck and pushed the material of his shirt down. The nation scratched his teeth down the exposed collarbone, the next moment licking the red mark he left behind.

Thanks! I saw that, Mello will come in later, but for now I'll let them argue.

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Mello drew in a sharp breath at this, swearing inwardly at Gilbert for being so damn dressed, he couldn't even do anything in return. He'd closed his eyes without thinking about it, leaning into it, clearly enjoying what he felt.
His hand tensed on Gilbert's neck, digging into the flesh from both frustration and pleasure.

Gotcha! i didn't wanted to interrupt you rl with Matt either

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Prussia chuckled between kisses and bites, put a hand under his shirt at the first opportunity. He scratched his nails down Mello's chest, down his stomach; hooking into the top of his trousers, kissing him again for better distraction. Gilbert mentally curses the few time they had.

He started moving backwards, pulling Mello with him as his hands skirted up and down the boy's sides, his fingers moving along the thin material. His knees hit the side of the desk; that would need to be enough for now. Prussia he sat in front of Mello, breaking the kiss as his fingers latched onto the bottom of the shirt, his eyes looking deeply into his partner.

...you have way too many sexy icons, you know.

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If he'd been able to think clearly, Mello would've agreed that they had too little time. As it was though, his mind was on other things, namely hands and lips and maybe a need for oxygen.

His breath a little faster than before, Mello met the red eyes with his own blue ones. A hungry, challenging look. He wanted more of that extremely pleasant distraction, more of him. So little exposed skin to work with...

He ran his thumb along the albino's jawline, closing the distance to kiss his throat, using both teeth and tongue on the sensitive skin. Still not enough. In the meantime his other hand was busy unbuttoning the nation's jacket. They wouldn't get anywhere with all this fabric in the way, after all.

There's no such thign as 'too many' sexy icons :P

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He leaned his head back, allowing Mello more access to his neck while pressing his fingers just above the blond's belly button, his hands moving to the hips.

His chest heaved as his breathing became instantly deeper, eyes closing against the sudden heat that washed over him. Prussia couldn’t hold back a smile and wrapped his legs around Mello's waist as his lips looked for his once more, his tongue instantly seeking access.

.....you're probably right about that.

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Their kiss was a struggle, as always - and neither of them ever gave in, did they? Mello let himself be drawn close to the other until their bodies touched once more, which momentarily made him gasp for air. He'd finally managed to rid Gilbert of his jacket, raking his fingers across the much thinner fabric of the shirt now, up his sides, down his spine, tracing the scars he couldn't see, but feel.

His thoughts raced too fast for him to bother to follow, now. All he wanted was this moment, him and his lover and the heat of the moment.

Mello is always sexy tooo :3

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Prussia will not have it any other way, he enjoyed a partner that could match him. He shuddered slightly when Mello caressed the scars, form pain or pleasure that was hard to tell. Many, many battles, some he won, some he refused to admit he lost...He moaned Mello's name and buried his hands in the blond hair.

One more thing they have in common. ;P

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This intensity felt like all Mello had ever wanted. As if in reply, Mello sealed Prussia's lips with a kiss upon hearing his name, entering the other's mouth at once as if claiming him for his own. ...not that he'd actually stand a chance if the nation didn't want him to.

@^_^@ <3 yeah And for the record, I can't wirte smut to save my life >>'

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And with this defiance comes the fiery intensity of new lovers, Prussia thought. The kiss never broke, as his hands ran across the other's arms, chest, back. When they parted to breath, Gilbert was already moving his mouth down Mellos's neck towards his chest. Harshly, almost angrily, he pulled thes shirt open and ran his hands across the pale skin of the belly as his mouth caressed small, hard nipples.

I never tried before either. But we're doing pretty good considering, I think!

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Moaning quietly, Mello closed his eyes and ran his hands through his lover's white hair.

However, there was noise outside. Soldiers running about, orders being shouted, preparations for the battle that was soon to start. They barely got through to Mello's hazy mind, he didn't want to hear it, he just wanted to continue where this was going.

I agree <3

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Gilbert wasn't paying attention to any sound that didn't come frorm Mello, but he could feel their people's nerves. He was not going to be able to ignore it for longer. Prussias's eyes narrowed and he let go a low, deep growl againt's Mellos's chest. "They're agitated." He murmured, breathing over the skin he just licked.

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Mello let out a sigh that was partly disappointment, and partly an attempt to calm himself down. "Suppose that means I have to get dressed again," he murmured. One hand resting in Prussia's neck, the other draped over his shoulder, he still didn't seem to feel like moving.

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Prussia still have his forehead resting in his chest. FuckitFuckitFuckit...Finally he moves back, clearly not happy with the situation, but not angry at the blond boy.

"It's going to be a funny battle." He said, a dangerous look in his eyes. Fighting was a good way to solve his frustrations, those Austrians will never know what hit them.

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"Let's see how well I do." Mello was already smiling again. Once upon a time he might have been afraid of danger, but over the years it had become his own second nature. He loved it, dangerous people, endeavors, occupations. As a result there was no doubt on his mind that yes, this would be fun.

The blonde started straightening out his clothes. It wouldn't do to go into battle looking any less dignified than the other soldiers out there after all.

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Prussia watched him dress, not really in hurry to fix his own clothes. he was looking at the red marks in Mellos' neck. "You already got battle wounds. My, my...."

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His scars came from a different kind of battle, but they were battlescars none the less. Mello smirked. "I should be proud of them, shouldn't I?" Buttoning his shirt helped cover most of it, at least.

Do you want to time skipt the fight and go to the drinking/make out part?

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"Of course you should." Prussia snorted, being his usually proud self. "I gave them to you after all." He ignored the fact that he had some scars himself. he sighed and finally get properly dressed, again. Once he was done he approached Mellos' side, holding him the sword. "Ready?"

Yeah, let's go with that! Writing a whole battle would be messy.

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Mello's eyes followed Prussia's every move. He wished he could have left more marks on that pale skin but... there would be other oportunities. Gathering his thoughts in preparation for the fight, he took the sword and met the nation's gaze.
"Ready."

...This would be fun.

Yeah. TIME SKIPT!

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When they came back to the tent the clothes were far away more reddish than when they left. Adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, echoes of his men shouts in his mind, both one who won and those who fell. They were still shaking with anger, fright and courage all crossed with the aftereffects of adrenaline overdose. The aftermath of a battle always leave him giddy with a mix of uncontrolled emotions, he couldn't have said how he knew his people's feelings exactly, but he did. They belonged nowhere but him, he was his nation, they were his people.

Favorable emotions took control, they had won the battle after all, they went on, and on, and gradually everything began to take on an edge, a frisson, a tension he couldn't seem to control. Gilbert turned to face Mello, grabbing him by the blood stained shirt and, in lack of better words to describe it, tried to devour him.

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Mello was virtually shaking. He had no idea how he had managed to survive out there, but somehow he had. Blood and steel and gunsmoke, people injured, dead or dying, and he was still alive. Barely a scratch on him. All the same, he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of his sword.

When Gilbert kissed him, he was momentarily surprised but returned the favor just as fiercely. His free hand reached up to the Nation's neck, keeping them close until they gasped for air, and Mello held on to him as if that was the only thing that kept him real.