Gilbert was sitting in front of his computer with his chin resting on his left hand and a frown resting on his face. He had been sitting there like this for quite some time now and it did not look like he was going to stand up anytime soon.

He had recently created an account on the famous social networking site called Facebook but ever since he added Elizaveta as a friend, he never even left the website—he would only click the refresh button every now and then, waiting for that red little '1' to tell him that she has accepted and that they were now friends.

He never even left the computer if he could help it. He only stood up for the occasional trips to the bathroom and twice to get a beer from the refrigerator.

What's taking her so long to accept me? he wondered impatiently as he tapped his fingers on the surface of the table. He glanced at the clock on the taskbar and gritted his teeth.

It was now 8:02 PM now, roughly 12 hours since he first sent the request.

Was she mad at him? He tried to recall anything that he did recently that might have annoyed her. Oh, don't be mistaken, a lot of things came to his mind, but none seemed particularly obnoxious than was regular—just the usual banter and pranks he played on her.

They were friends, right?

Right?

Right.

So why is she ignoring me? he asked himself again. They grew up together, didn't they? They had gone through a lot of things that she didn't with any other person— not even with that prissy aristocrat Roderich.

Hell, Rod wasn't the one who helped patch up her knee when she fell down the gigantic apple tree in their backyard over a decade ago. And Gilbert was pretty damn sure he wasn't the one who helped her get a fake I.D. so they can sneak into a bar when they were both still seventeen, dumb and rebellious.

Perhaps they weren't that close anymore right now but it was not as if she could just forget the memories they shared through and deny the friendship between them.

Right?

For the first time, doubt found its way into his head.

Maybe the post holding up the electricity and internet connection fell down or something, he tried to reassure himself but laughed at the mere thought. The chance of that happening was as large as the possibility that… that… she felt the same way.

I should probably try calling her, Gilbert thought but immediately shook his head at his idea. Was he seriously going to call her to demand that she accept him as her Facebook friend?

No, thank you. The very idea sounded stupid, even to him.

He sighed and pressed F5 button for the n-th time that day.

There was a knock on the door and his younger brother Ludwig peeked inside.

"Unbelievable. You're still on the computer?" Ludwig asked with a look of surprise on his face.

Gilbert replied with a grunt and a slight nod of his head.

Oh, he knew why Ludwig was so astonished. Gilbert never liked using gadgets and now here he was, spending half of a beautiful spring day sitting his ass off in front of the stupid little machine.

Ludwig entered the room and peered at the computer over Gilbert's shoulder. "Oh, I see you made a Facebook account."

Gilbert nodded wordlessly. Refresh refresh refresh.

"Why haven't you added me yet?" Ludwig asked interestedly.

Gilbert shrugged. He wasn't quite in the mood for chitchat right now.

"And why are you abusing the refresh button?" Ludwig continued, voice laced with curiosity.

"I'm waiting for someone first okay? Leave me alone," Gilbert muttered thoughtlessly.

He stopped himself just in time from saying that he wanted her to be his first friend on this stupid website, like how it really happened in the past.

He groaned internally. He didn't like how his monologue was getting cheesier by the second.

"I see," Ludwig said knowingly.

Damn it, why does he always have to figure everything out?

"No, you see, what I meant was that I was trying to figure out how to—no, wait, I was waiting for myself to accept my friend request because I'm so awesome I can actually do that. So don't go thinking of something else, okay?" Gilbert said, trying to cover up his fluster with an attempt at humor.

Ludwig raised an eyebrow and just shrugged.

"Dinner's on the table if you want some," he said before turning to leave.

When he was gone, Gilbert slumped back on the chair. Fucking hell, I'm pathetic.

"Fine, I'll call her then," he muttered decidedly. He knew he was never going to rest easy until he found out why anyway.

He picked up his cellphone and dialled the number that he knew by heart but would never ever admit to having memorized.

"Hello, Elizaveta?" he asked, unable to stop his voice from sounding cross.

"Hey, Gilbert. Is something up—" she started but Gilbert interrupted him.

"Listen, are you mad at me or something?"

"Not right now, no. Atleast I don't think so. What's going o—"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty damn positive—"

"I haven't done anything to make you angry or anything?"

"I already said I'm not angry with you! God, you're being ridiculously obnoxious— can you please stop cutting me off and tell me what on earth is up with you?"

"If you aren't then why the hell haven't you accepted me as your Facebook friend yet?"

There. He blurted it out finally. And boy did it sound even sillier than he ever thought it would be.

Fuck it, Gilbert, what do you think you're doing? he berated himself.

Elizaveta remained quiet.

Lord, she really is angry, isn't she?

"Lizzy—" he started but the sound of her laughter cut him off. It wasn't the demure, giggly tee-hee-hee sound she had been using as a poor replacement for a sound of amusement, it was a hearty, boisterous guffaw that lacked any ladylikeness and it was one he hadn't heard in the longest time.

It was a beautiful sound nevertheless. He let her go on for a while, though he wasn't exactly sure what it was about.

"Gil, you're seriously getting worked up over that?" she asked after she finished laughing.

"Well, why are you ignoring it then?" Gilbert asked defensively.

"Geez, Gil, it's not that I'm ignoring it or anything," she said. "Something just came up."

"Oh yeah? Exactly 'what' came up?"

"Well, to be honest, it's more like something went down. A car crashed into the utility post beside my house and ended up messing up the wiring for the internet and landline connection... And as a matter of fact they just finished repairing it right now."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. God, you're so silly sometimes. I'm going to accept your request as soon as I open my account, alright?"

"Whatever," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Oh, and just so you know, Liz, I wasn't really that concerned as to whether you accept my friend request or not. I was just wondering if maybe you were dead or something, I mean I never thought you could be capable of laying off the internet for more than a few hours."

He could imagine her rolling her eyes at him but with that smile on her lips. "Sure, whatever you say. Bye."

"Yeah, later."

He waited for her to hang up first and when she did, he leaned back on his chair and laughed, realizing how foolish he was getting frantic over a thing like that.

Then a previous thought made its way back to his mind.

"So in away a tree did fall down, huh…"

A notification came up on his account and it read "Elizaveta Hedervary accepted your friend request."

Slowly, a smile spread over his lips. Maybe his case of "hopeless, unrequited love" wasn't as hopeless and unrequited as he initially thought it was.

A/N: Hello! I used the human names of everyone because this hasn't really got any historical background (obviously) and this here is my attempt at a fluffy and cutesy oneshot. I hope. Some of the sentences were edited so they would flow better!