A/N: And now I'm doing the 100 Theme Challenge. With all of my Hetalia OTPs, 'Cause I wuvvedz them 83 So, for the first prompt, you get Gilly and Lovi.

Disclaimer: This goes for all 100 Chapters; I DON'T OWN HETALIA. IF I DID, THE SHOW WOULD BE AIRING ON ENGLISH TV. So poo o3o (EDIT: This origiannly said somehting about Ed, Edd, n' Eddy. lolwha?)

Song That Just So Happened to Be Playing Whilst I Wrote This: 'Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet' – Fallout Boy

The first thing noticed was the grip he had on the glass.

The pale hand was wrapped so tightly around the shot glass, he thought it would crack. But it didn't and he was happy he wouldn't have to spend an extra hour cleaning up whiskey and glass shrapnel from the tile. The next thing noticed was the dark, murderous look on this man's face.

An obvious albino, the patron's dark red eyes were filled with malice and betrayal as they glared at the dark wood of the bar. His white bangs shadowed those crimson irises, giving him a demonic appearance. Romano was almost scared to speak to him (not that he'd ever admit this; Romano Vargas doesn't do fear). But as he glanced over, he could see his boss, Antonio, give him that little look he always gave him when the Italian didn't fulfill his duties as a Bartender.

"Hey…" He tried tentatively.

The Albino looked up and some of the hate receded from his eyes. But there was so much hurt and sadness still swirling in them that Romano almost took a step back.

"Hey," replied the patron with a half-hearted smile. He finally downed the shot and slammed the glass on the hardwood with much unnecessary force.

Romano obediently refilled the glass. "What's your issue? You seem pissed off,"

The brunette heard his patron sigh deeply.

"Eh, just the usual…" came the vague answer, laced in a sharp accent. German?

Romano rolled his eyes, putting the useless though in the back of his head. "Look, I can't help you if you don't tell me what the matter is," he handed his companion the glass.

Said companion immediately brought it to his thin lips. He spoke nothing more.

"Well?" Romano pestered, crossing his arms in annoyance. The patron gave another deep sigh and looked back up at the Italian with the saddest expression he'd seen in a while. He felt his annoyance melt away. He could just tell that this was not the way this man usually acted.

"If you really want to know…" He began and rested his chin on his palm, eyes looking away from the bartender, "I have this girlfriend. Her name's Elizabeta; she's from Hungary. I met her a few years back during college. We were friends for a year or two then I asked her out. We've been together ever since, going on 4 years now," He got a nostalgic look on his face.

"It sounds like a great thing you got going," Not that he would know from experience; Romano could never find a happy relationship with woman and found his most memorable relationships to be with men, "If you and this chick were so happy together, why're you all outta sorts?"

"…The other month was our anniversary. I took her out to dinner and we danced and drank and ate and talked. But…she seemed so detached from me. Like we weren't dating anymore; we were just friends," Romano knew immediately where this was going; but, in fear of enraging the foreign man, he kept quiet for once in his life.

"I got a little worried, but didn't read into it much at first. I thought she was just feeling a little depressed; winter weather does that to ya. So, I took out as often as I could to try and make her happy," continued the patron, taking another glug of his drink. Romano took the glass again.

"Not much of an effect, eh?"

"Not at all. Whenever she thought I wasn't looking, I saw her looking into space. She looked really unhappy. Then, a couple weeks ago, I took her to this really fancy restaurant. You know, all posh and shit? I thought we were having a really good time and she looked happier than she'd been, so I thought she was over her little depression stage. But, when we were about to leave, we saw a guy we both used to hang out with; this Austrian dude named Roderich. I forgot that he was the Piano Player at that place!

"So, he came up to us and we started talking, 'cause I haven't seen the guy in forever. He seemed really happy to see us and he and 'Liza were talking it up. I didn't mind, I used to be best friends with Roddy in college. But after a while I looked at her while they were talking. Mien Gott…"

Annoyance surged back into Romano. Why'd he stop? He was just getting to the good part! The brunette motioned for him to continue.

"Right, sorry. You should've seen her. She had the brightest smile on her face and she looked so interested in what he had to say…'Liza's never looked at me like that. Ever. We went home and she didn't notice that I was kinda down. I forgot about it in a couple days though. The week after though, 'Liza started coming home late. 'K, she works at a Dress Shop a couple blocks from our apartment. She usually gets home at about 4-ish-5-ish. Now, she was only just getting home at like 9."

'Damn, I saw this coming,' Romano told himself, shaking his head in pity. "Where'd she say she was?"

The Albino snorted. "She always said she was with her girlfriends. 'Course, I didn't even know she had girlfriends and didn't really read into it. But, after a while…I started suspecting. So, I sent a friend of mine to go spy on her. He told me that after work, she meets up with some other guy. Guess who?"

"Roderich," The patron nodded, taking a large gulp of his newest shot. Romano could see his reflexes going under. His red eyes were glazed over and his hand was clumsy, almost cracking he glass on the bar counter.

"I asked her what the hell was goin' on a couple hours ago. She got all sad and started fuckin' cryin' and she just kept sayin', 'I'm Sorry' and 'Please Forgive me' and 'Szeretlek' (That's Hungarian for 'I Love You'). Gott, I just-"

"Couldn't take it?"

"-Yeah. I told her to go. And she did. She left and I came here,"

He now laid his head on the counter after finishing his tale. Romano felt an alien sense of pity form in his chest. He gave the man supposed-to-be-comforting pat on the head and took away his glass. The guy had obvious had too much.

"…Vhat's your name, guy?" Romano turned around at the odd question. The man's accent was much thicker when drunk.

The brunette debated giving him his name, but decided it's be a nice gesture toward a down-on-his-luck dude.

"…Romano," He said quietly.

"Romano?"

"Vargas,"

The Albino sat up and clicked his tongue. "Romano Vargas," he was testing the name on his tongue. It rolled off it like silk…or he was just too drunk to really think coherently. "Well, Romano Vargas, I am the Amazingly-Indescribably-Forever Undefeated-King of Awesomeness, Gilbert Weillschmidt," he gave a silly smile and stood up before Romano, "And I need a place to stay~"

Taken aback, Romano didn't respond. Gilbert just smiled and grabbed the Bartender's wrist. He led Romano out from the bar and ran with him out to the parking lot, the brunette cursing up a storm all throughout. Watching from behind the bar, Antonio chuckled and wiped down the wood. He was convinced that Gilbert was just what little Lovi needed.

A/N: And that was my first Prumano :3 I love them, but never write them D: But that was actually quite easy; I think I'll write more of them now ^^ Did you guys like it? Huh? Review are need, pwease and shank you! I must have feedbackz!