Pink Flowers
A soft melody was heard. It was calming, yet sad. But the singer's voice didn't break. Not yet at least. The music of a piano and a singer filled the huge mansion. No one was home, so no body listened. Finally, a deep breath was took, and the singing stopped. The singer couldn't go on. He sighed.
"To think I still remember how to play this instrument…It's… Crazy…" the man muttered running a hand through his silvery blonde hair. Unexpected tear tracks were on his face, and he wiped a tear that was about to fall from his ruby colored eyes. As he did so, a little yellow bird flew to him. The albino petted the little animal with a chuckle.
"Did I do good Gilbird?" He asked him. The bird gave a small tweet in response. The albino, who went by the name a Gilbert Beilschmidt, got up slowly.
"Isn't today June eighth?" He asked the empty air that surrounded him and the bird. "Isn't today Liz's birthday?" consulting the calendar, his suspicions were proven true. He smiled.
"Well now, the awesome me should get something nice, right?" he petted the little bird that was now perched on his shoulder. "Let's prepare a gift then stop by her place."
Humming a tune, he grabbed his jacket as the bird decided to change his position and flew onto his soft hair. Soon he was out the door to obtain a suitable gift for his childhood friend whom he cherished.
A Hungarian girl with long brown hair stared into a mirror while applying a sweet smelling lip gloss. When she finished, she took a step back and smiled.
"Alright, I'm done!" she exclaimed. She had spent a long time to get ready. After she woke up this morning, she had eaten breakfast, took a shower, dried her hair, dressed herself in a cute green dress, fixed her hair, and applied some makeup- which was comfortably just mascara and lip gloss. The brunette laughed as she twirled around. She was extremely happy, for today was her- Elizabta's - birthday and Roderich- an old friend and a man her parents was hoping for her to marry- was hosting a party at his house. She wanted to arrive early though, so she could help the black haired male with set up or cooking. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed an envelope on the table. When she picked it up, she realized what it was.
"Ah! I forgot to give the invitation to Gilbert!" She exclaimed. Gilbert had been her best friend since they were young, and they had stayed that way no matter how much they bickered or how many times Elizabeta had beat him up or hit him with a frying pan.
"I'll have to find Gilbert before it's time for the party…" Elizabeta told herself as she rushed out the door and into the streets of the country of Germany.
"What should I get her? What do girls even like? Should Liz even be counted as a girl?" Gilbert asked Gilbird and to- mostly- himself. Then he laughed. "It shouldn't matter, right? I mean, it's from the awesome me! Whatever it is shall be counted as awesome!" he said confidently. Except this didn't exactly assure him. He was still a bit immature, but he knew he had to get something special for Elizabeta. He knew that deep down somewhere, he wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to grab him in a playful hug and laugh carefree with him like they did when they were younger. But things change as you grow, new feelings and responsibilities are thrown at you and you are expected to catch them and throw it somewhere, or to someone, without faltering, like a game of catch. And for Gilbert, somewhere while he was growing up, the feeling of love had hit him hard, like bricks where thrown instead of a ball and it had hit him right in the face. And the responsibility of keeping these feelings hidden for the sake of her happiness and for her to be with Roderich, the seemingly only man her parents approved of, was decided.
But again, Gilbert was still a bit immature, in fact he was living in his younger brother's house but these feelings and responsibilities were enough to keep him growing.
"Piyo piyo!" Gilbird chirped at Gilbert.
"Huh? Oh those are Liz's favorite flowers, right? The ones she always wears in her hair?" Gilbert said, after looking in a shop window that the bird had drew his attention to.
"Piyo!" Gilbird confirmed Gilbert's questioning.
"But wouldn't Roderich have already bought some of these? And wouldn't it seem weird to give flowers to her?"
Gilbird didn't give a reply this time.
"Well, let's just buy some. We can make a gift basket for her… Or something."
Weeeee~ I finally upload a story! I'm sorry if this is poorly written or you hate this story… I like it so far…
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to Hiramuya-sama, the author of Hetalia!
