Well fuck. Gilbert thought as he lay on his apartment's couch. He looked at the peeling rose print wall paper and white, chipped ceiling. Most of his belongings were still in boxes that were covering most of the living room. He never thought his father WOULD send him away to live with his cousins in Russia. And they made me get my own apartment… Cheap fucks. Gilbert narrowed his red eyes and thought about that conversation.
It was spring, 2 months into the semester and he really didn't want to start school while it was so fucking cold outside not to mention the week he had already skipped. It also seemed like all the natives were bigger and stronger than him and every time he ventured out on his own, he had to deal with the tall freaks. He'd even gotten into a fight with a group because they were hitting on him. I'm not even gay…
A loud bang on his door disturbed his thinking. "Wrong room!" he called at the door, it wouldn't be the first time someone was knocking on the wrong room, but they knocked again. There was another knock followed by some quiet bickering. He yelled again, this time in Russian. "Вы ошиблись комнате!"
"Dammit Gilbert! English, Spanish or French!" yelled the other side of the door.
The red eyed man grinned and walked to the door. He peered through the eye piece and saw both his French and Spanish best friends. "What's the password?" he asked grinning and in a British accent to annoy Francis who, being French, had distaste for all things British.
"Fuck you!" responded the disgruntled Frenchman.
Gilbert grinned again. "That's absolutely correct! You're such a gentleman Francis!" He opened the door and hugged his two friends, happy now that he wasn't alone and the daily text messages were getting pretty expensive… He embraced them for a long time, long after it had gone for uncomfortable to shear awkward, even Antonio, who never noticed the mood ever, knew when enough hugging was enough.
Antonio looked around and sniggered. "Amigo, have you even tried unpacking?"
"Yeah!" Gilbert retorted before adding with a pouting face, "my clothes." He had barely sat himself down on the couch before Francis bombarded him with questions about his new school and if he had made any friends and if there were any cute people as Francis didn't care much for gender. Gilbert began to feel guilty that he hadn't been going to school now and not being able to answer Francis' "important" questions.
The Frenchman huffed. "Well fine. Since you don't have any answers for me, I'll have to figure them ALL out by myself on Monday!"
Gilbert choked and coughed up his drink. "W-What!"
"You heard me, Beilschmidt," The blue eyed male replied somewhat cocky. "You think we fly out here, across the world, to stay for the weekend?" He laughed at his own thought. "Also," he began again, "we're going to be living here from now~"
"Says who?" Gilbert scoffed.
"Moi." Francis said very matter-of-factly.
Antonio had to separate the two before Gilbert strangled Francis to death.
Вы ошиблись комнате! – You have the wrong room!
