No one would ever know about this little side-job.

Ever.

Gilbert was just way too proud to let anyone know, not even Germany.

I mean, it was an absolutely awesome way to get money, to get paid for that absolutely marvelous ring he was thinking of buying Roderich (which he would then proceed to steal and give to Vash as a joke, saying it was "from Roddy, with love").

It would be so fun, too.

He wasn't the best person in the world for this job, but he had actually gone to a school and practiced and the whatnot – and here comes that chubby kid.

Biting his tongue, the white-haired terror sank back into his epic rolly-chair, and stared out the window at the seriously-too-thin black-haired kid.

Oh God why him.

"Whatever," he sneered. "I can handle this. I'm awesome, man."

"Mister Wiellschdm – Wild – Will –"

"... Gilbert, Jeremy. Gilbert."

"M-mister Gilly –"

He hated this kid, he seriously did.

Guess who had to deal with him?

Gilbert fucking Wiellschmidt, the school nurse.

"Come around."

"C-coming!"

The too-freaking-thin kid followed him into his office, to which Gilbert had to reach up into the cabinet, sort through five thousand inhalers to find the nerd's (whose face was really red, like it was every time he came back from P.E – the kid needed to like, take gymnastics or whatever the hell so he didn't kill himself), and when he finally found it three of them fell out and he had to quickly put them back up before Jeremy noticed.

He took the nerd's, dusted it off (it'd be okay), and handed it to him.

One kid down, two hundred thousand to go.

–

Correction: Seven kids down.

And they've all vomited or whatever the hell all over the waste-baskets, and now he's going to get sick and oh hell that joke better be good or else he'll be pissed.

–

And so, at the end of the week, Gilbert fucking Wiellschdmit, the school nurse, is coughing his ass off and probably has Swine Flu or whatever the hell these monsters have.

Go fucking figure.

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I fucking love my dreams.

Like, seriously to the max.

Well uhm.

I had this dream a little while ago – like a week or so ago. And I decided to write a fic based on it.

It was all like, I'm in the hallway at school going to the clinic for some reason, and I hear screaming from inside, and suddenly I'm looking at the board hanging on the wall, and it says "Nurse Wiellschmidt". After reading this, I suddenly decided to go back to class.

But it was epic.