"Look at me - just breathe, okay?" - Engpru *A*bbb
Arthur could feel a headache coming on as the others hurled insults at each other. Just once, he'd like a world meeting to actually be productive, but it didn't look like that was the case with this one.
"You're a fucking meatball!" Alfred screamed, adding a paper plane to his verbal attack. It landed in Feliciano's hair.
"Who's got meatballs?!" Gilbert asked, perking up besides his brother, who fussed with the Italian's hair.
"Look who's talking, you over-stuffed sausage!" Francis yelled, hurling a pen. It went over Alfred's head and smacked Kiku in the face.
"We've got sausage too?!" Gilbert grinned.
"Bruder, sit down!" Ludwig snapped, glaring at the older man. He sent another one at the fighting nations. "Stop throwing shit!"
"You're all behaving like a bunch of monkeys!" Arthur added.
"Monkeys? We're going to the zoo?!"
"Gilbert, sit down and shut up!" Ludwig screamed. Gilbert blinked at him and Arthur's eyes widened a bit. "You're not even supposed to be here!"
Gilbert blinked, taking an involuntary step back from his taller brother.
"This is a meeting for countries!" Ludwig continued, oblivious to his words. The others in the room had stopped at the outburst, and all of them were staring at the two brothers. Arthur wasn't sure that Ludwig was aware of what he was saying.
"Why did you insist on coming if you were just going to make a mess of everything? You're not needed anymore and you're not wanted!"
Arthur and Gilbert... their relationship was different. They cared for each other in an awkward way, and had slept together on more than one occasion. Gilbert and he went way back, and they shared more than a bed at times.
Gilbert took the stick out of Arthur's ass and Arthur made sure that Gilbert knew he wasn't forgotten.
Neither of them were aware of this.
Arthur was, however, aware of the look on Gilbert's face before he fled from the room.
Ludwig seemed to come to his senses and he blinked. He made a step forward, calling out as the door slammed behind the elder man.
With reflexes that he had almost forgotten, Arthur shot forward after him.
"I'll find him," he said, slipping out the door and into the hall. He looked down both directions before spotting the tail of Gilbert's coat flap around the corner.
Arthur hurried after him, forgetting how fast the taller man was when he wanted to be. He nearly lost Gilbert a few times, but found him quickly as they mazed their way through the halls.
With a final turn, Arthur deviated from his pursuit, rounding a different corner to head Gilbert off. The two nearly collided, Gilbert's arms flailing as he tried to catch his balance. Arthur struggled to get his feet under him again, hand reaching out to catch Gilbert's bicep in a tight hold to prevent the man from taking off again.
They fell in a heap on the floor, all limbs and no grace. Gilbert immediately began to struggle.
"Gilbert, stop!" Arthur screeched. "I'm not going to hurt you!"
Gilbert didn't reply, still desperately trying to get away. He was making an awful wheezing sound that didn't sit well with the blond.
Arthur yelped as Gilbert kicked him in the shin, but he turned around and pinned the man to the floor. He stared at the red eyes underneath him.
"Calm the fuck down, you bloody tosspot!" he cried.
Gilbert's eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling, but there was something wrong. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water, and it was then that Arthur realized that Gilbert was hyperventilating.
"Whoa, whoa!" Arthur said. "Hey there, calm down!"
Gilbert's expression became panicked. Arthur moved his hands from Gilbert's wrists to his face, leaning down to press his forehead to Gilbert's.
The man couldn't seem to calm down, so Arthur did the only thing he could think of.
He kissed him long and hard and eventually, he felt Gilbert gather himself. Arthur broke away and Gilbert gasped, finally getting some control back.
"You're okay," Arthur mumbled, still holding onto Gilbert's cheeks. "It's okay. Look at me- just breathe, okay? There we go..."
After a moment, Gilbert's breaths were normal.
The tears in his eyes were not.
Arthur gently kissed them away, showing the other man that he was, indeed, wanted.
