"Ugh, what does she want?" Gilbert said aloud, looking at his phone.
A text message from "Erzsébet Héderváry" - what kind of name is that, anyway? - lit up on his phone. Having nothing better to do, Gilbert unlocked his phone and read the message.
"Call me, ASAP!" it read.
Gilbert sighed. Clearly he had so many more important things to be doing besides talking with his childhood friend who he had fallen out of contact with, but he decided that watching fifteen How I Met Your Mother episodes in a row on Netflix were enough, and gave her a call.
"Erzsébet?" Gilbert asked. "What do you want?"
"Oh, well hello to you too, Gilbert," the Hungarian replied, full of sarcasm.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just cut to the chase. It's noon on a Saturday, I have stuff that I gotta do," Gilbert said, though clearly that was a lie.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure your schedule is so packed today. I bet you woke up just an hour ago," she accused.
Gilbert flinched. It looks like she knew him better than he had remembered.
"...I ask again, what is it that you want?"
He heard a sigh on the other line. "Okay, well, you know how I go to the university in this area. I have been staying in a dorm, but it turns out that my parents didn't pay the annual dues. Bottom line is, they gave my room to someone else, and I have no place to stay."
"So, what does that have to do with me?" he asked.
"Well, I know that you live in an apartment with Ludwig and Roderich, and I was wondering if... well, you could let me stay with you? Just for a little, until I can get my room back..."
Gilbert paused for a moment, considering his options. He had recently lost his job as a bartender, and he knew that Erzsébet's rich family could definitely help the three out a ton with rent.
Plus, he knew about Erzsébet and Roderich's past failed relationship... oh, how great would it be if they had to live together?
Gilbert brought the phone to his ear, a shit-eating grin on his face. "So, you really have no where else to go, do you?"
"...No, I don't..." she said, sounding defeated.
"Good, because it just so happens that we have an extra bedroom. You're free to stay. Well, not literally. We expect you to pay rent."
"Really? Oh, thanks so much, Gil! I owe you one. I'll be there with my stuff tonight!"
Ending the phone call, Gilbert plumped back down to his couch. He probably should've told Ludwig and Roderich about this, or at least asked them first…
/A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first fanfic on this account! Hope you enjoyed! :)