Oz was excited. Gil often made trips to his house in the capital, Leverru, and Oz had managed to "convince" Gil to take him with him this time.

It had gone a little something like this…

"Giiil, can we go out for lunch tomorrow?" Oz chimed happily, draped over a chair so his arms were propped on the back.

Gil blushed and turned away. "Sorry, but I'm not going to be here tomorrow…"

Oz frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To my house… I have to clean it and stuff. I'll only be gone a week." Gil took a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, still blushing.

"Can I come?"

Gil promptly spit out his cigarette at the thought of Oz spending a whole week with him. At his house… alone…

His blush grew deeper by the second.

"I said; can I come with you?"

Gil startled; Oz was now in front of him and leaning up so he was much too close for Gilbert's sanity.

"U-uh, I-I don't think you'd want to, it's pretty b-boring…"

"Oh please, of course I want to come! I've only been to your house once. And you said you redid your bedroom since the last time and I want to see it!" Oz smiled, though he was a little ticked at Gil for not just letting him come. Really, it wasn't that big of a deal…

Gil looked away, his blush now deeper than a tomato and growing quite painful. "I - I guess if you really want to come, it's okay with me…"

"Yay! This is gonna be so much fun, Gil!" Oz cheered, flinging himself around the man.

"Well, don't get too excited," Gil said, patting Oz on the head.

Oz let go of Gil and darted out of the room. "I've gotta go get packed! See ya, Gil!"

And with that, Oz had another victory over Gil's better judgment.

He gathered up the last of his items to pack, laughing to himself as he remembered his servant's flustered faces. Gil really was too cute sometimes. Oz pushed the clothes into his suitcase and tried to zip it to no avail. He didn't think he had packed that much, but his overflowing suitcase begged to differ.

"GIIILLLL!" he called, hoping Gil was strong enough to make it zip. He was really strong…

"OZ! IS SOMETHING WRONG?! ARE YOU HURT?!?!" Gil burst in, terrified by his master's scream for help. He only found a meek looking Oz sitting on top of a suitcase.

Oz smiled. Gil was always so overprotective. "I'm fine, Gil. I just can't close my suitcase; could you help me?"

Gil let out a sigh, relieved but also feeling like he needed another cigarette. "Sure, Oz."

Gil struggled with the suitcase for a couple minutes, but finally got it closed and zipped. He wondered what on earth Oz had packed, but was excited and nervous for his week away with Oz. Oz was obviously excited, too. This was going to be one hell of a week.

Just a little intro; the chapters will be much longer than this. First chapter coming soon! ;D