'APH' Flute Lessons

                                                      Flute Lessons
                                       (As usual, I own only the story)


I never really saw the appeal in this sissy little hobby. I mean, it doesn’t make you stronger nor does it assist in seizing anything and, even more so, it doesn’t worship the awesomeness that is me! So why is Fritz so obsessed with it?

He can’t see me right now because of my awesome stealth ability, but I’m watching him play that sissy little flute with an intensity that I’ve only seen in him in battle. His blue eyes (sky blue? powder blue?) are closed softly and his long, slender fingers are dancing over the shaft of the silver waste of time.

Eventually, he finishes his piece (concerto? sonata? I know it’s in freaking Italian) and I duck around the corner so he doesn’t see me as he leaves his study. The minute he’s out of the room and out of sight, I duck into the study and look at the offending item in question.

Unbidden, my brain calls to mind the memory of the sight of Fritz as he played, fingers dancing and eyes closed in the ecstasy of music that I’ve only ever seen on Roderich’s face when he plays that sissy piano of his…what is the big freaking deal?! I bet I could do this too!

Feeling the twinge (JUST A TWINGE) of jealousy that I do over a stupid inanimate object is completely not awesome, but I still feel it curling in my gut and making my red eyes green (not literally of course, that’d be creepy as hell).

On impulse, I pick up the flute and look it over, turning it in my hands. It’s still warm…almost as if it’s alive and mocking me, the little bastard. I can do this; I’m Prussia for God sake. I hold the stupid thing close to my mouth like I’ve seen Fritz do countless times before and try to arrange my fingers along the metal and I blow gently…it makes an awful squeaking sound and I almost drop it in surprise before two long arms wrap around me from behind. “If you wanted to learn, you could have just asked me.” The soft, powerful voice says against my neck and I’m too busy with a shudder to be embarrassed about getting caught.

“It is simple really Gilbert, but here, allow me to help you.” Fritz says lowly, long fingers twining with mine to position my fingers on the flute correctly and his whole, strong body pressed tight against my back and his mouth way, way to close to my ear to tell me how to blow into the bloody thing and wow I’m feeling light-headed.

He presses on the shaft of it with all the care of a lover, leaning closer to my ear to whisper, “Now blow.” I hear the smile in his voice and it takes me a few seconds to register what he really means and not what my fantasy world is saying he means.

I blow and soon his fingers are moving again, a simple tune slowly taking shape and twisting in the air like a long piece of yarn twining us together in a vice grip. All I can do is continue to blow and pray that the music continues forever so he doesn’t let me go and we can stay here, like this until the end of time.

Like all amazingly, wonderfully awesome things though, the song trails off slowly but his hands don’t pull off of mine, my lips don’t move an inch, and we stay pressed tight together and breathe slowly as one, like a cycle.

When he starts to pull back, my awesome fingers decide that they like being held so they clamp down on his and I spin in his arms and they slip around my lower back. I’m breathing hard and I feel something wild and heavy rise in my throat at the sight of his smile. It’s so amused, so cocky that, on principal, I need to wipe it off his face. So I do what any truly awesome nation would do, I kiss him as hard as I can.

He kisses back too, holding me tight and kissing deep and hot and fuck me I feel like I’m melting. Fritz lightly licks at my lips, forcing a totally un-awesome whimper from my throat as my mouth opens under his; it really should piss me off but I can’t find it in myself to give a fuck, this is the best kiss of my long, long life. His tongue invades my mouth like we invaded Silesia, fast and dominating and oooooooohhhh I can’t concentrate on anything but the battle going on in my mouth.

Fritz goes to pull away and I pull hard on his neck, making him stay there for as long as I want because damnit I want him there forever! It’s so fucking good. But Fritz is just not cooperating and pulls out of my reach, drawing a whine from my throat. “Come now Gilbert, we have to finish your lesson.” He says, a teasing smile on his lips and I smile back, maybe this sissy little hobby could be more fun than I thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Some Time Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Big brother, where did you learn to play the flute?” “From a friend Ludwig; a long, long time ago.”