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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 17, 2010 13:07:00 GMT -5
Arthur's polite smile transitioned into a small grin. No formalities? Well, since the German insisted, it would be rude to refuse his request. Gilbert he would be, then. As for his politeness...
The Briton chuckled alongside the albino, slightly amused by the situation. No formalities and no politeness? It was as if Gilbert knew of Arthur's struggle to keep himself in check, and was teasingly undoing the ropes, one by one.
He continued walking, matching the pace of the German as they headed towards the bar. Hmm. Him, a specific aura? Well, that was certainly interesting. He never--
Oh. Oh. Sweet Elizabeth. If the brief transition into the shy little rabbit earlier hadn't been cute, then that lilt of his head definitely was. It was endearing, adorable, and just-- okay, okay. He couldn't be thinking this, even if it was true. Just because he'd let loose a little didn't mean he could fully revert to the devious punk he'd been, and it most definitely didn't mean he could be intrigued - maybe a little more than he should, but again, he blamed it on the alcohol - by a person he'd sworn he'd just met.
"Besides, you're really famous. Well, to me, you are," said Gilbert, throwing the Englishman off.
Him? Really famous? Well... that was definitely new. But honestly, Arthur couldn't say that he didn't like the change. Really, this German was getting more and more interesting by the minute.
"Famous, Gilbert?" Arthur asked, pausing for a brief moment to recollect how smoothly the name rolled off his tongue. Again, for perhaps the third time, he reminded himself that it was most likely the affect of the alcohol, despite the fact that he'd only had a measly bottle. "I do hope the things you heard about me weren't too unpleasant."
And then, upon meeting the bartender's gaze, the Briton signaled for two bottles of beer - one for himself, and the other, for his new companion. Ah, but just in case, he added, "Is beer alright with you?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 17, 2010 21:00:08 GMT -5
What.
A bright peal of laughter came from the silverette, and he leaned heavily on the wooden table, reminding himself to breathe. Really, he didn't know what the other was talking about! There was nothing that he had heard, especially gossip, about this man. Besides, you know, he didn't look so mean either. You couldn't always trust everything that came into your head, and he was relatively an easy-going guy, so he didn't have a hard time brushing things off. But the way that this Arthur Kirkland said - "I do hope the things that you've heard was not that unpleasant," It obviously made Gilbert's mind go nuts.
"Hey, of course not! Besides, I don't hear bad things about you, just good ones. It's like, hmm... No one dares to speak bad about you, unless they really know you. But I haven't really met any of the people around you, so..." Gilbert took a lungful of air and smiled, letting out his breath in small little outtakes of breaths.
H-uh what? Damn it, he was really behaving like a lunatic. At the moment, he really didn't understand everything - why the stranger looked so nice, why he looked so dependable and trustworthy. It just... Made the albino a bit too much confused. Shaking his head and biting his lips almost to chide himself, Gilbert nodded a thanks.
"Yeah, Beer would be grand, thank you." The German said in the regular tone he used, just that his mind didn't follow that. He also realized how the Briton stopped after saying his name. It made him feel so warm inside, yet of course, it was the one damn long sip from the cup. Of course, why wouldn't it be?
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 17, 2010 23:58:29 GMT -5
No one dared to speak bad about him? At that, Arthur felt a wry smile curve his lips. Either Gilbert was lying, or he was the type that tuned out all the gossip that was flying around the school.
Not that his innocence was a bad thing, of course. It would give Arthur a chance to start on a clean slate, which meant that he didn't have to exert any effort to convince the German that no, he wasn't a 'boring bastard with a stick up his ass', a 'prude who can't get laid', a 'strict and bitter old man', or... well, anything similar to those three. He could be fun, damnit! And he could very well get laid if he wanted to; he just chose not to because he hadn't found the right person yet, and he didn't want to sleep around with anyone who threw themselves at him, as he had in the past. And he was definitely not a strict and bitter man; he was just responsible and easily irritated. There was a difference.
"That's a relief," Arthur replied, his tone surprisingly light and jovial. He rather liked this Gilbert Beilschmidt; the boy was fun, energetic without being overwhelming, polite, and not at all sore on the eyes, unlike a certain Frenchman he'd seen for far too long. "I'd feel quite embarrassed if you heard some of the rumors pertaining to me. Following the nature of gossip, none of them are very pleasant."
Briefly, Arthur reconsidered his words, wondering whether or not they seemed overwhelming. It had been a while since he'd last held such a casual conversation with a person that doing so now just seemed a little intimidating. Hopefully, though, Gilbert wouldn't think oddly of him. He was only doing what seemed natural... which, considering the alcohol and his lingering habits, was quite risky. But really, what other choice did he have?
The Englishman's attention was drawn away from his own thoughts when two bottles of beer were placed before him. After motioning for Gilbert to take one, Arthur grabbed the bottle closest to him and took a drink, smiling appreciatively as the chilled beverage ran down his throat.
"You never really answered me, Gilbert," Arthur reminded, licking his lips to take in every drop of the alcohol that was given to him. "Are you from the Academy? Or have we met elsewhere?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 19, 2010 8:14:21 GMT -5
Gilbert Beilschmidt smiled, his crimson eyes dark because of the lighting in the room. He curled his hands over the beer bottle and pulled it forward to him, taking a big gulp and feeling the fiery liquid slide down his throat refreshingly. The chilled bottle did wonders for his aching hands, too, along with his throat, and he winced as the liquid burned a trail down to his stomach. Lifting his head, he shook some dazedness out of his eyes before speaking, eyes wide.
"H-huh? Why would someone speak something bad about you?" The German cocked his silver head to the right. Yes, this was extremely interesting. Gossips and such, of course. The Academy was full of them, yet he did not hear anything of bad talk. He was confused, indeed.
"Of course gossips are not awesome and stupid." Gilbert waved around the bottle for the emphasis, then put it down, nodding as the other continued his question. He didn't notice him? Oh now that was a sad thing right there. Arthur Kirkland didn't notice the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt?
"Hey, hey, that's a bit sad. Yeah, I'm from the Hetalia Academy, in which I have seen you." The German laughed, his laughter ringing a little as the others turned around to see them. A second later, everyone was facing the stage as the albino sent glares to them, and looked back at Arthur.
"I sound like a stalker, sorry~"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 19, 2010 8:39:35 GMT -5
Cute.
When his head lilted to the side a little, his eyes shone with curiosity and his lip jutted out just a tiny bit, Gilbert Beilschmidt was definitely one of the cutest things Arthur had ever seen.
And his laugh, too. It was a little loud, but really, compared to Alfred and Allie's guffaws, it wasn't all that bad. The other patrons of the bar looked like they minded, but personally, Arthur didn't care. It showed his energy, his natural tendency to stick out and be noticed. It was a good trait that the blonde found endearing, almost, if only because it reminded himself of who he used to be.
...Perhaps he wasn't as tolerant to alcohol as he used to be, since he hadn't drunk any in quite a while. Yes, that had to be it; after all, such an odd little thought wouldn't have popped up into the mind of the new, gentlemanly Arthur Kirkland. But going back to the conversation with the German...
"I should've guessed as much," Arthur replied, a sheepish grin on his lips. "Forgive me; I tend not to look around too much while I'm there. You did strike me as familiar, though, if that helps my case any."
Ah, well, this was embarrassing. Arthur had been the student council president in high school, and the attitude and habits from when he was had carried over to the Academy. He often found himself ordering people around to clean this, or to make that, and felt as if he knew at least the names and faces of the other students.
"But going back to the rumors, I can think of many reasons why there would be an excess of unfavorable gossip about me," the Briton chuckled, his mind briefly wandering to all the insults he'd received about his eyebrows, his temper, and his personality - given mostly by the Americans, of course. He knew they didn't mean it with any contempt, but that didn't mean it annoyed him any less.
Arthur took another drink of his beer, and felt his muscles - and, unfortunately, his tongue - relax.
"Hardass, jerk, dictator... you name it, and I've probably been called it," he paused, then, and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck out of nervous habit. "I hope I haven't warped your view of me, though. I swear, I'm not that bad... or so I hope?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 19, 2010 9:15:02 GMT -5
Yup, he was definitely pouting now.
The German swirled around his beer in the bottle, his pink lips jutted out. Arthur Kirkland didn't know who he was, but he was a bit familiar? Hmmph, not good, not good at all. He really had to slam his awesomeness into the other's head now, didn't he? Hands on his lap, he began to listen as the blonde began to explain the words in which he had been called of, and surprisingly, it wasn't that different from the ones Gilbert had been called, himself.
"Whoa, that's so not awesome. People call me those names too... I kind of ignore them, though~" He just said as he waved the thought away with his hands as well as with his mind. "Nah, you're still awesome to me~" Gilbert replied as he smiled, his expression a bit darker. Of course, it would have been a bit intimidating, but still... He was sure Kirkland would be fine with it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 19, 2010 10:26:44 GMT -5
"As do I," Arthur replied smoothly, a little glad that he'd found someone who could relate to his dilemma.
And then, yet another interesting change occurred.
The German was smiling, but his expression changed to become darker; more intimidating. In truth, it was exciting, and sent a little shiver - hardly noticeable - down Arthur's spine.
Yes, this Gilbert Beilschmidt was... intriguing. First, he was the energetic, confident punk; then, a demure, confused little rabbit; and now, this dark, powerful-
"Nah, you're still awesome to me~" the albino said, quickly cutting through Arthur's train of thought.
"I'm honored to have you think so highly of me, Gilbert," the Englishman replied, doing a little mock bow before straightening his back somewhat and taking another drink from the bottle. Ah, he really loved how the name rolled off his tongue... though, that was definitely attributable to the beer. "You're quite an interesting person yourself."
Arthur paused, trying to think of something - anything, really - he knew about Gilbert. Surely, there had to be something, since they went to the same school and all! Alas, nothing came to mind, so the Briton opted for Plan B.
"I never knew there was someone who could sing Sexy Back with as much energy and vigor as you. It surprised me to hear how well we harmonized; not a lot of people have been able to match my tone; though, I blame myself more than them."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 20, 2010 5:35:04 GMT -5
Gilbert Beilschmidt found himself enjoying this Arthur Kirkland's company a lot, more than in which he had expected. Maybe he had expected someone who would be stiff, strict, and rude; the stereotype Briton. Of course, all the stories he had read about the British had them very calm, respected, strict, stiff, nosy, high-nosed, and sipping tea always, but this Englishman was different. A bit calm and strict, mayhaps, but he knew how to loosen up and have fun. That was all the German could have wished; someone that was a good beer buddy and dance partner.
The mock-bow was very cute, he noticed as he licked the bottle for the little drop of beer that had rolled over. Yum, this bitter taste of the chilled liquid was a good medicine for his warmth; dancing and singing had an effect of making the German very hot, and he was talking in both ways. Sitting straighter, Gilbert clutched the beer bottle and took a big sip, then licked his lips, all the way around - all the others could see was a red muscle flicking over his lips and teeth, the he gulped the liquid down.
Smirking, he lifted his head. "Mm. We're an awesome duo, do you know? I've never had a chance to sing SexyBack with someone as good as you. We're all to blame, mm?" A devious smile came up his lips; it wasn't a smile or a smirk, somewhere in between. A pale hand propped his chin up on the table, and he leaned in closer, tilting his head in a manner in which it was not innocent or such, as he had done beforehand. No, this was different.
"Hey, wait for something, okay?" The German said before jumping off his stool, his paces quick and lengthy. Striding up to the barkeeper once more, he murmured something in his ear before licking his lips again, then sent a little look to the Briton, both a mix between a seducing one and a innocent one. He would have to wait. Grabbing the microphone on the way up there, he began to button his shirt again, which had been down to his chest. Gilbert would be a tease, indeed.
Going up onto the stage once more, he placed the microphone onto the holder, then gripped it with a rather sweaty hand. "I'm sorry, everyone, but attention please. I am going to sing another song for you guys ---" The albino was cut off as a wild crowd cheered, and he smirked, holding out his hands. "And so. Thank you everyone. However, I will sing this song for the same - Arthur Kirkland." The throng of people laughed, and some shouted to be sexy. However, he had everything figured out.
"I got shivers,
When you touch my face,
I'll make you hot,
Get all you got,
I'll make you wanna say~
I got fever,
Running like a fire,
For you I will go all the way,
I gonna take you higher
I keep it steady
'Cause steady is how I do it.
This beat is heavy, so heavy,
You gonna feel it!
You are the reason that I breathe,
You are the reason that I still believe,
You are my destiny,
Oh-oh-oh-oh!"
That's right, Gilbert Beilschmidt was in his time. He lived to be seducing and sexy, and now was better than ever. Reaching upwards, he unbuttoned the ones which he had buttoned before, and undid his tie, loosening it first and then throwing it onto the stage floor carelessly.
All this time, his crimson eyes never left the one man, left onto the stool, sipping his beer.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 6:51:08 GMT -5
For someone whose mind was supposedly being fogged by alcohol, Arthur Kirkland was extremely attentive.
He noticed everything about the German, from the satisfied glint in his enchanting red eyes to, perhaps, the most attention-capturing part of him right now - his tongue. To see it move that way while performing an act as innocent as drinking... well, it was safe to say that the thoughts that chaotically buzzed around Arthur's head was anything but proper. Sweet, sweet Elizabeth. Was his body so unused to alcohol that a mere two bottles of beer was enough to knock several years off his life and revert him to a hormonal deviant?
The Briton hardly heard Gilbert's response - something about an awesome duo, he wasn't quite sure - as the tongue he'd been staring so intensely at retreated into the albino's mouth. And then, Arthur saw it - Gilbert's lips began to move, slowly curling into a devious little smile that was immediately seared into the blond's memory. God, he just wanted to--
"Hey, wait for something, okay?" Gilbert said, forcing Arthur to look up in surprise. The German stood from his seat and walked over to the bartender, piquing the Englishman's curiosity. What he saying...?
Arthur felt his jaw slacken ever so slightly, and he had to shake his head a little to snap himself out of the daze he was forced into once he saw the look Gilbert had sent him. For a brief moment, Arthur hoped to God that he hadn't been imagining; that what he'd seen wasn't the affect of the alcohol currently mingling with his blood. Because if that pale boy kept this up, and if Arthur kept on drinking - and he would, despite his earlier promise to limit himself to two bottles, because damn, it was getting hot... then, well, he'd be throwing propriety to the ground and stomping all over it.
No, no, no. He took another drink of his beer, softly cursing at himself as the drink rushed down his throat. He couldn't be thinking this. He had to stop after this bottle, no matter how hot he was. He'd get water, instead; maybe then, he'd sober up. He couldn't be thinking such impure thoughts about Gilbert - hell, he shouldn't have been thinking any impure thoughts at all. He'd given up his old ways, and--
"...However, I will sing this song for the same - Arthur Kirkland." Gilbert finished, capturing Arthur's attention once more.
What was he doing? Singing Jai Ho with such the most alluring smirk the Englishman had ever seen, unbuttoning his shirt to expose the perfect, pale chest underneath, undoing his tie and tossing it carelessly to the floor... it was almost as if Gilbert Beilschmidt was reading Arthur's mind, and was tempting him with all that he was given to break his facade of propriety.
Well, if that was his intent, he was doing a damn good job. Because as Briton took yet another sip of his beer, the face of Arthur Kirkland the gentleman was dissolving into nothing, and was replaced by the face of Arthur Kirkland the deviant. A smirk slowly curved his lips as his emerald gaze remained trained on the seductive figure on stage, steady and fierce.
If Gilbert wanted to play that way, then fine. Just for tonight, Arthur would entertain him. He'd allow the German to have a little peek into the raging monster inside him, the one that demanded to conquer and claim; to destroy and plunder; and most importantly...
...to tame and enslave.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 20, 2010 7:28:06 GMT -5
The albino just danced, the microphone harshly gripped in his sweaty hand, the beat of the song driving him absolutely crazy. A dark, lusty look had covered his rather playful eyes as he looked at the other's green, emerald ones, but he was surprised to see a bit more of a cunning, devious look in there than the original calm and gentleman-y way he looked at him. A shudder ran down his body, and he shook himself, trying to rid of the suspiciously pleasant but unnerving feeling at his stomach. It was bubbling and growing, and he tried to smother the feeling with a little gulp of his saliva, but there was none in his dry mouth, and he just continued singing instead.
"(Jai Ho) No there is nothing that can stop us,
(Jai Ho) Nothing can ever come between us,
(Jai Ho) So come and dance with me,
Jai Ho! Oohh oh
Catch me, catch me, catch me, c'mon catch me,
I want you now,
I know you can save me, come and save me,
I need you now.
I am yours forever, yes, forever,
I will follow,
Anywhere in anyway,
Never gonna let go!"
The German's voice rang out in the wild Karaoke Room, and the people cheered along, some singing with the tune. Some clapped, some wildly danced with their partner.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 8:20:55 GMT -5
The words of the song wrapped around him, tempting him, feeding the raging inferno that was burning with him. Surely, if the German was sending him a look as lusty and seductive as that, he couldn't be expecting Arthur to just sit still.
Thus, the Englishman stood up, and, after taking another gulp from the bottle, sauntered over to the stage with a predatory look settling over his heavy gaze as he got closer. He didn't know what he was doing, or what he was even intending on doing, but for now, it didn't matter. For now, he was just following the little voice inside his head - then again, was it really in his head? - that told him to take action.
At first, he didn't move; didn't dance, didn't sing. Instead, he just stared, his gaze heavy and his lips curled into a smirk. As said before, two could play at this game, and unfortunately for Gilbert, it was a game that Arthur had mastered in the past. It'd been a while since he played, but he was confident that, once he got used to the flow of things, he'd dominate once more.
That was why when a girl - Arthur didn't know who, and really, he couldn't care less - came up to him and asked if he'd be willing to dance, he gladly accepted the offer. However, as his fingers skimmed up her waist; as he briefly nibbled on her ear; and as he took her hips and dipped low, his gaze remained locked with Gilbert's.
It wasn't a very nice thing to do, nor was it proper in any form of the word. But really, at this point, he wasn't a gentleman, or even a model student at Hetalia Academy. He was a tempter, a predator. And he was well on his way to getting heavily inebriated.
But for tonight, just for tonight, he wouldn't care.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 20, 2010 8:42:42 GMT -5
This was a bit too much for the German.
Arthur Kirkland had came out into the crowds, with his beer, and begun to dance with another girl, who he didn't know. And he bet that the Briton didn't know who she was, either. Beforehand, he had sent him some extremely lusty and sexy looks, however, now, it looked like Arthur was enjoying his time with his new acquaintance, and he couldn't lose. Besides, this was ridiculous - one minute, he was having a interesting chat with the Briton, and then now...
Jumping off the stage, he landed on his feet, then began to make his way towards a new guy, who had a nice body. Smirking, he curled his finger just the way he had learned, then began to move along with the other, almost grinding onto the stranger. The plan was working - the other was actually following along like a sheep to a slaughter, his icy blue eyes following the crimson red.
Pushing the man onto a chair, he leaned on him so he couldn't get up, and began to sing once more, his hair wildly flying.
"I can feel you,
Rushing through my veins,
There's an notion in my heart,
I will never be the same.
Just keep it burnin', yeah baby,
Just keep it comin',
You're gonna find out, baby,
I'm one in a million~"
That's right, he was. The albino's gaze moved onto the Englishman's, but then looked down to tease him and nibbled on the boy's ear, hearing the people cheer wildly. Fun.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 9:16:11 GMT -5
The plan had backfired, but the Briton couldn't say he was disappointed.
As Gilbert jumped off the stage to dance with a boy that had apparently caught his fancy, Arthur chuckled. So the German wasn't the type to go down easily? Well, good, because Arthur Kirkland was the type that enjoyed challenges. Now, it was only a matter of who fell first, and he wasn't in any mood to lose... nor was he really the type to drag things on for too long. He was never one for sugarcoating his words or actions, after all.
Thus, he made a smooth transition, signaling for a boy whose eager gaze he'd met to take over dancing with the girl. He did so with a grateful smile, freeing the Briton from her and allowing him to approach the dancing German with smooth, graceful movements.
Arthur sent the male who'd caught Gilbert's attention a polite, practiced smile before moving in to interrupt. With a single finger, he lifted Gilbert's chin, gently forcing him away from his victim and drawing his attention to the Englishman.
"I'm honored, Gilbert," Arthur murmured, smirking haughtily as he began to move against the other man, all the while trying to hide the sparks of excitement that were shooting up from within him. "Though, I'd like a dance, if the song is truly dedicated to me. I hope you don't mind?"
It wasn't a question, or even a request. It was a demand; a challenge. And Arthur was certain that Gilbert wouldn't let the bait just dangle.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 20, 2010 9:38:11 GMT -5
Gilbert was having an okay time, his body moving nicely along with the other boy, who seemed to be very much into the dance. The microphone was slack in his grasp, and the German found himself to be feeling very hot, more than one ways. A dark look overcame his already lusty one, and he began to gaze down to the captive, licking his red lips seductively. That's when Arthur Kirkland came in, slowly twirling the other girl to another girl, and gave the boy he was dancing with a rather polite smile. Then, the Briton began to almost force him backwards, to the other side. Gilbert let himself to led, and looked upwards into Arthur's glittering, beautiful emerald eyes and took in a breath.
"W-what? Of course." He wasn't going to lose this, not at all. Smirking, he pulled Arthur by the tie and pulled him forward, making him sit down onto a chair that was vacant, and was roomy - it probably could hold both Gilbert and Arthur. Good, good, it was all going to plan. Once more, he brought the microphone to his lips and began to sing, trailing his thin, slim fingers down the Briton's chest.
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You are the reason that I breathe,
You are the reason that I still believe,
You are my destiny,
Jai Ho! Oh-oh-oh-oh!
No there is nothing that can stop us,
Nothing can ever come between us,
So come and dance with me,
Jai Ho! Oohh oh!
Catch me, catch me, catch me, c'mon catch me,
I want you now,
I know you can save me, come and save me,
I need you now!"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 9:57:06 GMT -5
Arthur's eyes widened slightly when he was pulled by the tie and forced into taking a seat. Normally, he would've protested - and quite loudly, with sentences sprinkled with curses -, but not tonight, and definitely not with Gilbert. It was quite a submissive act, to be pulled along like that, but the Briton found that he didn't mind. At all.
Actually, he found it hot.
Briefly, a part of his mind - the rational part, no doubt - told him that all his uncharacteristic thoughts and actions were because of the alcohol, but he quickly brushed the thought aside to enjoy the show.
As Gilbert began trailing his finger down Arthur's chest, the Briton, despite all his self-control, couldn't hold back a slight shiver. To cover for his little show of submission, the blond reached forward, curling his hand around the other man's waist before pulling him onto his lap. Then, so as not to give the German a chance to recover, Arthur nibbled on Gilbert's ear, smirking as he whispered, "An interesting song you've chosen to dedicate to me, Gilbert..."
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