This is my first fanfic, guys oAo... I'm scared. I know it's kinda sucky, but hey, it's my first time. Deal.
This was inspired by the marvelous song "If You Can't Live Without Me, Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade. And also, The Rape of Belgium.
Ah, A new view of Gilbert. It's is quite awesome.
It was sometime around noon when Gilbert raised his head off the coffee table. Sleepily, he looked around him, trying to remember how he ended up in the living room again.
"Nice to see you awake, Bruder." He heard Ludwig say.
Ludwig was watching a soccer game on ESPN, some random English Premier League game that Gilbert could care less about.
"What happened?" He asked rubbing his eyes.
"You got drunk off your awesomeness." The younger brother responded. "The usual Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for you."
Gilbert scoffed. "I don't get drunk that often, and you know it!"
Ludwig slid his eyes off the screen and raised an eyebrow at the disheveled albino stumbling away from the coffee table before plopping down on the sofa. "It's been almost daily for the past century. The only reason you don't drink on Sundays it's because it's the Holy Day and because all the bars in the neighborhood are closed after four."
Gilbert sighed. It had been ninety-six years to be exact. But of course, that was only a number. A simple measure of time. It's not as if really mattered.
But ninety-six years ago, he'd been the complete 180 from where he is now. It was amazing how one person could complete his entire existence, and destroy it all together.
"Whatever." He muttered as he got back up again and shuffled his way to his bedroom."What's the date?"
"August 8th."
West didn't know the truth. And even if he did know how Gilbert felt, what difference would it make? Ludwig isn't the type of emotional person you could go to to pour your entire heart out. He would be even more confused on how to react than Gilbert himself. The only person he could trust with his feelings was the very woman who broke them apart with each thought he had of her.
Alice knew everything about him, but what good did it do now? She hated him. She hated his entire existence. It wasn't his fault. He never wanted to do it in the first place. Somehow he let his own ambitions hurt the only woman he'd ever loved more than himself.
"You know I can't live without you, right?." she said as she kissed him on the cheek.
Gilbert laughed. "I'm sure if I died we'd all die from the lack of awesome."
"Your arrogance is both cute and annoying. I hope you know that." She smiled.
The memory seemed to carve his heart up like a poisonous dagger.
Bullshit. If you can't live without me, why aren't you dead yet?