Gilbert watched through narrowed crimson eyes as the girl walked over to the bar. She was wearing a short black dress (though not short enough for his likings) with tights clinging to her legs beneath the silky material of the dress. She had long, wavy brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. With a slight sway in her hips, and a corner of her mouth turned up in a small smirk, earning a few stares and catcalls. Leaving a sidelong glance in Gilbert's direction, she slid onto the barstool beside him, and ordered a beer. Shooting a glance at his two friends, Francis and Antonio, who were 'busy' with a couple of whores, Gilbert set down his beer with a clink. The girl paid him no mind as she sipped her drink, green eyes surveying her surroundings, watching anybody and everybody except for him. She ran a finger over lips stained with red lipstick. She then sighed, and to Gilbert's somewhat surprise, she said "I'm not a prostitute or anything, if that's what you're asking. I'm well paid, but I've got enough money from my parents in a trust fund back east." She didn't even spare him a glance as she sipped her drink once more and licked her lips.
"I didn't say anything." Gilbert said blatantly. Who exactly was she?
"But you were thinking it." She said, actually turning to face him with her piercing emerald stare.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before." Gilbert replied, raising a barely-there eyebrow.
"I'm an actress, if you must know, but I don't have any need to be, as I said before, I have money from my parents, so I'm all set."
"Do you have a-"
"Boyfriend? Yeah. He'd probably be all pissed that I'm talking to you."
"Well then, tell him that if he says he's got beef, I'm a vegetarian and I'm not fucking scared."
"You're a vegetarian?"
"Nah, but lying never hurt anybody, am I right?"
She said nothing, but Gilbert didn't trust her. He knew she didn't trust him either. But, never trust a ho, the lying bitches. He saw the faint X's on the back of her hand. Had she tried to wash them off in the bathroom? Probably. She wanted to drink like the bands. She was a ho. He also saw that she was holding a setlist covered with red and purple lipstick, that she had obviously stole off of the stage. Why? He didn't want to know. Faint bruises lined her arms, in the shape of hands. The drunk bastards on the dance floor probably trying to get her to dance. Her hands were shaking slightly as she lifted the beer bottle. Looking around, nobody really took notice of her- they didn't know she was an actress, they only knew her as just another girl at the bar, alone.
"Do you want to dance, uh…" Gilbert asked, pausing for a name.
"The name's Elizabeta, and sure." Eilzabeta replied.
He offered her his hand, and dragged Elizabeta onto the dance floor, throwing some money at the bartender. Hands on her hips, they 'danced' to the loud industrial music being blasted by the DJ.
"What's your name?" she yelled over the music.
"Gilbert, now shut up and dance!" He yelled back.
Giving him an annoyed look, saying nothing, but dancing nonetheless, she stared at his vermillion eyes, and he stared right back into her green ones. Pulling her closer, Gilbert whispered into her ear, "Do you want to touch me? Yes or yes?"
She still said nothing, but wrapped her arms around his neck, thus pulling her body even closer to his, and smirked.
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
AN: This was fun to write. First songfic, woohoo! Sorry if it's not good. I don't own Hetalia, or 3OH!3 Please check out my stories, and my poll on my profile! Please! -shot for advertising-