Your deadline was tomorrow and if you didn't finish your chapter by tonight you would have one very angry English teacher on your hands. Luckily for you, you had a few good ideas and it was coming out well so far, the only problem being the incessant clicking coming from the other side of your bedroom.

Your Prussian friend had come over with the pretence of 'helping you study'. His words being something along the lines of 'I can help you study, ja? Zhe awesome me vill get your juices flowing, mein frau.' When you gave him a dirty look he added 'Creative juices zhat is.' To which Francis and Antonio laughed at him and you simply made a disgusted noise before walking off to your house, with Gilbert following behind.

Now you were sitting at your desk on your spinney chair, diligently typing out your homework whilst gilbert sat on your bed and aimlessly played with the things in your room.
You glance over your shoulder to see him searching through your bedside table, pulling out more of your stationary. He pulled out a click top pen and examined it before he started clicking the top over and over and over.

Click, click, click.

"Gil, would you stop with the clicking?!" You said, frustrated. He simply pouted.

"But I'm bored!" He exclaimed, dramatically throwing your pen across the room at you, which succeeded in hitting your left eye.

"Ow! Gilbert!" You yelled, holding a hand up to your eye. Gilbert looked slightly upset that you had shouted at him and came over and sat on the desk.

"Move your hand, (y/n)" He said, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling your hand away from your face to see your watering, scrunched up eye. "It doesn't look bad, so stop being such a baby."

You glared at him with your good eye and placed your other hand over your damaged eye, since Gil still had the left one. "It hurts." You said in a childish way.

He turned his head to the side, looking you up and down.

"vell, I have an idea" he says, lowering his body over yours. His head floats dangerously close to yours and you unconsciously sink lower in your chair as he looms over you. "vant me to kiss it better, frau?" He asks, a smirk gracing his features. His crimson eyes stare into your large (e/c) ones and before you can protest his smooth lips are pressed against your closed eye.

The kiss is over quickly but your heart beat quickens and your breath becomes heavier as you remember the feel of his soft lips.

You shudder as his hand makes its way up to your elbow, "W-what was that for?" You ask timidly. He's still moving his hand agonizingly slowly up your arm, before coming to rest his palm on your neck, his thumb rubbing delicate circles on your warm flesh.

"Do I need a reason?" He chuckles and despite being utterly confused, your body reacts quite positively to the sound of his husky voice. Your hand makes its way to the top of his button up shirt by its self and starts fiddling with the buttons. "I vas making you feel better, vas I not, frau?"

You nod your head slowly, your eyes never leaving his. You felt like you were trapped in his crimson gaze and he was slowly drawing you in.

"I don't know zhough, "He says, his breathe fanning over your face. "You still don't look completely better to me…" He makes a humming noise and places a finger to his mouth as if in thought. Your (e/c) eyes are instantly brought to his lips and you begin to wonder what they'd feel like sliding over you own; Catching your looking he smiles.

"And what are you going to do about that?" You ask in a whisper.  You barely hear his grunt in response before his lips are pressed against yours.

His lips are warm and inviting as they move over your own, your hand knotting in his hair as you bring his face closer to yours. The other hand still fiddling with the top buttons of his shirt you manage to pop one open and explore the newly exposed flesh with your hand. He moans into your mouth and his hand on your neck tilts your head for a better access to your lips.

He grabs the hand at his chest and pulls you up out of the spinney chair you were sitting on to lean against him as he sits on your desk. You don't complain as his hand moves round to your lower back and his mouth trails kisses down your neck leaving soft love bites. You were panting now as you pulled him back up for another exciting kiss.

"See?" He says, looking quite flustered as he pulled away. You continue to kiss his chin and neck as his arms tighten around you.

"What?" You mumble against his skin.

"I told you I'd make you feel better." He smirked triumphantly before reclaiming your lips.

God bless that bloody pen.