Gilbert stared intensely at a particular woman in his friend's shop. With every movement she made, his chest would tighten, and he wanted desperately to go speak to her without making a fool out of himself. Though, of course, past attempts had proven that pretty difficult.

"Never thought you'd go for an odd one like that, mon ami*." Francis said, raising a brow at his friend'snervous behavior. Antonio smiled.

"He's in love, Francis!" the handsome Spaniard cooed teasingly at the German man.

Knowing the kind of person that Gilbert was, it was a shock to everyone—even himself—when he found himself chasing after Agatha, a young Swedish woman. Agatha was the complete opposite of the kind of girls Gilbert liked—the complete opposite of Gilbert himself, really.

"That's it, I'm going over there, and neither of you are gonna say shit about it!" Gilbert growled, standing up.

He had short, silver hair and she had short, black hair. He had red eyes, she had dark brown eyes. Gilbert was loud and obnoxious, where Agatha rarely talked above a mumble and usually had her nose buried in her work. But what they did have in common should have been a turn off. Both were the exact same height, both were pale, and both were curve-less (Which wasn't bad for a boy, but Agatha was a girl.).

"Hello, Agatha! Whatcha readin'?" Gilbert asked, sliding into the seat next to her. Agatha's soft brown eyes looked over the rims of her glasses to stare at Gilbert.

"'S a book… Germ'n literature. Luddy said 't w's good." Agatha said, a serene smile finding its way onto her lips. Gilbert nodded.

"Eh?"

"Ja. He said I needed t' expand m' horizons a bit..." She went on in her mumble. She proceeded to go back to her book. Gilbert grinned, not quite sure how to respond.

But, as opposed to being his usual irritating self around Agatha, he was gentle and even a bit… shy. It was something he couldn't help.

"So uh, Agatha… You don't like my bruder or anything, do you?" Gilbert asked, trying to fight the blush that was finding its way onto his face.

"'F course not. He's m' friend." Agatha muttered, giving the albino her full attention.

"T-then how would you feel about going out to c-coffee or whatever sometime? In a different café than this idiot's**?" Stuttering, Gilbo? So unawesome! He mentally scolded himself. Agatha blushed and giggled.

"'F course, Gil. Your too awes'me t' refuse." Agatha said, face going completely red.

"Awesome? Oh trust me, I know!"

Love is a strange thing. It doesn't make any sense—really, it doesn't. Just don't try to make sense of it.

" I think… Ich liebe dich."

"Huh?"

"Nothing! Kesesese~!"

A/N: *My friend

**Spain's café. I dunno why, but it is. XD

Okay, it might not be good, but I had to write it. There's actually one for every country up there in my brain—EVEN HOLLAND/NETHERLANDS! O.o Anyway, whatever country you guys want, I'll do. Otherwise, I'll just repeat my favorites. :D… Yes, there may be some Nyotalia. XD