Can Your Ruin the Love tonight?
Francis and Antonio hid in the bushes next to Gilbert's house. They had a perfect view of the kitchen window, where Gilbert and Elizaveta sat civilly for once, instead of the normal chaos that ensues; it was late afternoon, early evening, where the scene was perfect for romance. "Aw, twilight it is so lovely, non?" Antonio smiled per usual and answered "Yeah, this is Lovi's favorite time of day, besides his siestas of course. "Antonio mon ami, don't you see why is happening?" Antonio looked at his addresser, with his usual blank stare. "Yeah their just talking, what's the big deal?" Francis face palm but explained none the less "Antonio, The sweet caress of the sun in the sky, it is twilight, the time for love, romance, passion, simple amore." "Oh, wait who were we talking about again?" Francis face palmed again, probably almost loud enough for Gilbert to hear. "We are talking about Gilbert, Prussia, Gil, whatever you want to call him, about him and his now budding romance with Elizaveta." "Oh, yeah right, but why is that a problem?" Francis sighed, Antonio knew nothing absolutely nothing about romance, and He was the country of passion! "Antonio, in simple terms our trio- the bad friends trio in case you forgot- will be down to two, and the bad friends duo doesn't sound right." "Oh."
Inside~
They sat there in silence, Gilbert sipping his beer, Elizaveta her coffee. "Gilbert I came all the way here, what did you want to tell me?" He looked up from his beer, but again went back to drinking it. "Gilbert, before you get too drunk what is it?!" This time his eyes were different, almost pathetic was the look her gave, almost begging her not to ask again- almost. "Lizzy I'm being dissolved." She stopped her drinking her coffee, holding the warm strong liquid in her mouth. She finally downed the liquid before she spazzed out. "What do you mean dissolved?!" "I'm not a country anymore Liz, don't you get it?! I'm not a country, and I have no freaking clue what's gonna happen either!" She looked at Gilbert, down at the mug and back at the annoying boy she had learned to accept- yes that was the word, accept, not love, or think fondly of, no just to simply accept. "Gilbert, don't die please please don't die on me." Gilbert laughed, "Lizzy, a little dissolving isn't gonna get rid of me that easy, and neither are you. She laughed through her tears, blue water, breaking through her flushed cheeks. She moved from her perch on the kitchen table, to the couch in the living room. Gilbert followed and outside Antonio and Francis moved to the bushes in the back of the house.
She sat and looked at Gilbert, as he refused to meet her gaze. "Gilbert what else are you hiding?" He looked up, a frown appearing on his face, and looked back toward the floor. "It's nothing Lizzy. You don't need to worry your pretty head off." She asked him again "Gilbert what are you not telling me?" He looked at her, her big green eyes swimming in an inescapable ocean of blue tears. He sighed, he hated to see her cry, but he couldn't tell her, he couldn't. The ocean had begun to over flow, her eyes being washed out by the blue. She spoke in a broken language of sobs, hiccups and gasps for air. "Gil tell me, for the love of anything just tell me." He looked at her, how sad she is how desperate she is, how close to breaking down she is, and he gives in. "Liz don't marry the pansy." She looked up her sobs stopping for a moment. "Why not, why can't a marry Austria?" Her eyes had pushed away the tears, now holding a more challenging air to them. "Why can't I marry him Gil, hm?" He looked up; he looked broken, melancholy, and there behind it all was a hint of hopefulness. "Elizaveta, don't marry him," He grabbed her hand in his "I'll do whatever you want, just don't marry that stuck up pansy of an Austrian." She looked at him her eyes lost their haughty air; the sadness was gone too, now there was something indescribable in her eyes. "Gil are you like drunk or do you mean it?" "Sober as…" He thought for a moment "well a sober person Liz." She stared at him, smiled her rare genuine smile and squeezed his hand "Kiss me." And he did, not a quick one, but not one that made it seem needy. He pulled back, his face refilled with his 'awesome' attitude, and so was the rest of him. "Gilbert fine I won't marry Roderich, but you should consider this a huge favor." He grinned said he was so awesome that he didn't need to repay favors, and grabbed Elizaveta by the hand, out his door, and to restaurant down the street.
"We'll not be seeing him in a long time mon ami." "He's doomed now isn't he?" "dating her, Oui, very dead, mon cher."