Moonlight Sonata// Pruaus

Chapter 66

"An amber alert has been issued for a missing 16 year old boy named Roderich Edelstien, currently living in Germany. The boy was last seen August 17th, around 6 pm, at his home near kandern, wearing a white long sleeve button up with black dress pants and a tie. His suspected captor has been described as about the same age, approximately six feet tall, wearing a black hoodie with white hair and a bulky build. Police reports state that the boys disappearance is connected with the murder of the aristocrat Adolph Edelstien..."

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh. "No shit Sherlock, they're father and son."

"Gilbert, I'm trying to listen."

"Sorry."

"...who was found dead in his home around the same time his son was reported missing. The cause of death has not been specified, and autopsy has yet to be preformed. If you have any useful information on the Edelstien family, please report to police immediately."

Roderich shut off the television, sighing slightly. "They think you kidnapped me..."

Gilbert couldn't help but laugh. "That was the plan."

"What?"

"I was trying to make it look like I kidnapped you and that I killed your dad so if we get caught you won't have to suffer in jail."

"I'll have to suffer without you. Sure I won't be in jail, but you will be." Roderich whispered.

"Aw, come on Roddy. It's not that bad without me." Gilbert chuckled.

"You should know best what it's like to have someone you love just out of reach."

Gilbert went silent, and Roderich stood up from the armchair he'd been sitting in, making his way over to the bed Gilbert was sitting on and laying down, pressing his face into the pillows.

"Okay, so it wasn't the best plan..." Gilbert murmured. "But the press needs someone to blame. The police need someone to blame. And I won't let that person be you."

Roderich sighed into the pillows. "We need to change your appearance."

"We need to change yours too."

"Yes, but yours is more important. Where's your black pullover?"

"It's in the suitcase, why?"

Roderich rolled over. "We need to burn it."

"What? It's not that ugly." He chuckled.

"No, no, You don't get it. They mentioned your sweater on television, people will be able to identify you by it. You need to start hiding your hair, too. They described you as bulky, about my age and six feet tall with a black sweater and white hair. We need to make you... Not that."

Gilbert frowned, looking down at himself. "What does bulky mean?"

"A simple definition would be husky, or... Large, I guess."

"Is that bad?"

"Um... Not really. Most people would take it as a compliment."

"Oh." Gilbert stood up, stepping over to the mirror that hung on the closet door. He ran his fingers threw his hair, fluffing it up a bit, staring at himself.

"You really aren't all that bulky, Gilbert. You're naturally quite slim, you've just got quite a bit of muscle to go with your natural form."

"Oh."

"You're perfect just the way you are, and the police reports were wrong about your body type, so that's a plus. However, they were right about your hair colour and what you were wearing at the time. So we'll have to get rid of the sweater and somehow change your hair."

Gilbert turned around, eyeing Roderich. "We'll have to change you, too."

"Why?"

"Once they find a picture of you, they'll post it everywhere. You know that, Rod. Let's... Get you contacts. And ditch the glasses, and...

"I'm not wearing a hat."

"We'll leave your hair. It should be fine. We'll have to cover up your beauty spot thing, and..."

Roderich took a deep breath. "I'll get a haircut, and.... And I'll start exercising."

Gilbert almost gasped. "Seriously?"

"Yes. But only if you join me when I do."

"Sounds like a deal." Gilbert grinned, crawling on to the bed again, this time straddling Roderich, his face looming over the others. "I love you." He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the others lips before giggling slightly.

Roderich grinned smuggle before shoving the albino off the bed entirely, Gilbert chuckling as he hit the floor.

Roderich couldn't help but laugh, rolling onto his stomach and peaking over the edge of the bed, blowing a raspberry at the albino that was sprawled out on the floor.

"I love you." Gilbert chuckled. "I love you I love you I love you."

"I love you too, asshole." Roderich whispered, leaning over the edge of the bed and poking Gilbert's nose. "Boop."

Gilbert crawled back onto the bed, straddling Roderich once more, this time pinning his hands above his head. Roderich smiled up at him, and Gilbert just grinned, leaning down and giving Roderich soft and careful Eskimo kisses.

"We need new names." Roderich whispered.

"I have an idea..." Gilbert murmured, lowering himself down into the crook of Roderichs neck, leaving soft kisses here and there. "Why don't we call ourselves country names instead of actual names..?"

"That's a terrible idea." Roderich chuckled.

"Alright, Austria." Gilbert whispered hotly against Roderichs neck. "How about you call me Prussia from now on?"

Roderich grinned. "That's weird."

"You're right it is."

Roderich smiled. "Although, I must admit, kind of like it..."

Gilbert chuckled softly, nuzzling Roderichs neck. "It was a joke."

"I know, but still..." Roderich whispered. "I kind of like the idea of calling you Prussia. It just... Fits."

"How about this..." Gilbert murmured. "I'll call you Scorpio in public. You can call me Capri."

"After our Zodiac signs? Really?"

"Hey, I'm out of ideas."

"Hm..." Roderich hummed in thought. "How about... I call you Wolfgang, and you call me..."

"Can I call you Klaus?"

"Yes, that sounds good. I love you, Wolfgang." Roderich murmured.

"I love you too, Klaus."