Chapter 1 - "Eye contact"

Gilbert opened his eyes. He lazily turned his head and looked at his alarm clock. The light coming from the neon green numbers was too bright for him to read what it read. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and grabbed his phone off his lamp table. '1 new message' it read. 'Oh yeah! Francis' party is tonight!' Even though the party didn't start 'til 7, Gilbert was never one to miss out on any part of a party. He was already thinking of the wild time he would have there, and drinks he would have at his friend's summer home as he stumbled to put on a new pair of pants. His room was covered in his clothes and shoes, but he didn't mind. He knew where everything was if it was spread out on the floor for him to see. The albino lived alone, and that meant he could do whatever he wanted to with his belongings, right? Gilbert decided to call Antonio for a ride. Surely, he would have been getting ready too. It was almost 5 in the afternoon and the ride to Francis' house took a while. He waited for the phone to start ringing.

"Gilbert?"

"Hey Toni! Ready for tonight?" Gilbert said while brushing up his hair a bit.

"Claro! I was told that Francis even got a really good DJ to play at the place. Pretty cool right?"

Feeling a tad bit jealous, Gilbert scoffed and rolled his eyes. He made some music himself as a hobby and kind of wished that he was able to play at the party. Then again, he was planning on being the life of the party, so being stuck in a DJ booth wouldn't allow him to that.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I bet he'll be great." he said with a chuckle. "Oh and another thing, could you drive by my place and give me a ride there? Ludwig is using the car and he said he'll be using it to get to the party."

"Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes. I'm on my way out now. I'll honk when I'm outside the door!" and with that, Antonio hung up.

Gilbert put on a black t-shirt with a light jacket and dark blue jeans. He knew he wanted to look good, as if he already didn't, and black a color that suited him very well. He looked at himself in the mirror and winked. Self-confidence was key to having a good time, and he sure didn't lack a single bit of it. A few moments passed and he heard a car horn outside of his window. He grabbed his keys and made his way out the door. Antonio rolled down the window and smiled. Gilbert sat in the shotgun and put his seatbelt on. They started to drive off to their destination for the night.

"Did you get anything for him?" asked Antonio after a commercial came on the radio.

'Fuck' he thought.

"Well just me showing up is one of the greatest gifts I could give him, after all it's not a party without me!"

They both laughed and Antonio shook his head. The two men talked about all the women that their French friend was sure to invite. Gilbert could have sworn that Francis dated at least 6 women in the last two years, not to say he was jealous or anything. The Prussian just wasn't as interested in relationships as his friend was. If he could land a date with someone, he sure as hell wouldn't know what to do with his date. Were you supposed to compliment them? Bring them flowers? Laugh at everything they said? Ah, why was he worrying about this? Tonight he was going to have fun, and that's all he was going to do.

They finally arrived at the big ocean side estate and parked on the driveway. When the two stepped out, they could hear the muffled house music playing in the back. Antonio and Gilbert ringed the doorbell and a few short seconds later, Francis answered the door.

"Tonio! Gil! Ah, I'm so glad you're here!" he smiled and gestured them to come inside.

"Damn Frany, you sure got a party going on here! How many people did you invite?" asked Gilbert with a wide smile on his face. He patted Francis on the back and looked at his surroundings. He could see many familiar faces, and people he hadn't seen in a long while.

"Oh, but there are even more in the back outside, you haven't seen it all yet. "smirked Francis.

"I have people to talk with, so I'll get back to you men soon. Please, enjoy yourselves!" He walked off to the back of the large estate, soon to be swallowed by the mass of partygoers. Antonio and Gilbert made their way around the sea people, half-dancing, half walking. Drinks in hand, they finally made it to the long kitchen bar, taking a seat next to two strangely familiar looking women. Gilbert's eyes widened as he smiled and said,

"Eliza? Is that you?"

"Oh! Gilbert! Nice to see you here!" chimed Elizabeta as she turned around in her seat. Bella was seated in the stool next to her and waved to Antonio, who also noticed the two women next to them.

"You look amazing, wow. That dress really looks good on you"

Elizabeta blushed and lightly punched the Prussian in the arm. "Stop that!" she said with a laugh. But Gilbert couldn't help himself. The way her dark blue tube dress looked as it hugged her sides made it hard for him not to stare. He and Eliza were nothing but close childhood friends, and he could always count on her to share a laugh.

"Did you say hi to Lovino yet?" asked Bella as she made her way over to Antonio. The Belgian put her arms around his shoulders and giggled. Antonio chuckled.

"He's here? I didn't think lil Lovi would come to Francis' party." he looked over at Elizabeta who then just nodded her head towards the back glass doors that lead outside. "I'll go surprise him!"

Antonio started to walk back into the crowd, holding onto Bella's hand. She was blushing an awful lot, which lead Gilbert to believe that she might have a thing for the Spaniard. He looked back over at Elizabeta with a confused face. "Wait, where are they going again?"

"The Vargas brothers are here after their long trip to Kiku's house" Eliza took a sip from from her drink. "With their luck, I'm pretty sure lots of people are asking how the trip went. I'm amazed at how many people they can attract!" This made Gilbert curious, but at the same time slightly jealous. What the hell was so great about these guys that supposedly were stealing his thunder? Obviously, he wasn't just gonna sit around waiting for an answer. He got up from his stool and put his cup down on the white marble counter.

"Hey, where are you going?" Eliza started to get up from her seat.

"Just going to see those guys you were talking about. Wanna come?"

She really didn't have much of a choice, Bella already left with Antonio to go see them, so why not? "I'll lead the way." The two moved their way through the crowd that now seemed to have calmed down. The music slowed down and started playing something that Gilbert thought to be reggae. Eliza stepped through the open glass doors and out onto the large outdoor patio. There were a few more people outside, and Gilbert noticed that the sun was setting in the distance. That's what he loved most about summer; longer days.

"Gilbert! Over here!"

It was Antonio who called his name. He was standing next to Bella and Elizabeta made her way over to them as well. He saw Francis and two new figures who he assumed to be the "Vargas brothers". As he made his way down, he noticed that the brothers were actually twins. Well, at least they looked alike. He stood next to Francis and in front of the dark brown haired man.

"Gil, this is Feliciano and Lo-" Francis began.

"I can introduce myself bastard." muttered the Italian. He had arms crossed and looked away at something in the distance. "Lovino Vargas. That's my name. Who the hell are you?"

"Lovino! Don't be so rude to someone you just met! I'm so sorry, he's just angry most of the time. He can be really nice when he wants to though!" Chimed in Feliciano. They seemed like total opposites to be brothers. Gilbert paused for a second, trying to hold in a scoff.

"I'm Gilbert, Ludwig's older brother." He responded confidently. He liked saying that he was the older brother. It made him feel, well awesome.

Lovino let out a quick snort and rolled his eyes. "That stupid potato bastard has a brother? And he isn't the older one?"

He finally looked over at Gilbert who had been looking at him with a slight grin. He could feel something in his chest drop. The man infront of him was much more gorgeous than any guy he's ever seen. His platinum white hair lined his face in such a way that made the italian's face warm. But it wasn't just his hair. It was his eyes that struck him the most. Dark crimson red eyes that sat underneath well-tamed eyebrows. His light colored skin that looked so smooth yet so tough was making Lovino wish no one could see his possibly red face.

Gilbert laughed a bit. "He wishes was. But the awesome me just always comes out on top!"

Francis smirked and elbowed his friend In the side. "Always?" He winked. "Oh shut up Francis, you know what I mean!" Everyone in the circled around them laughed. Lovino couldn't help but smile a bit too. This guy couldn't be as bad as he thought. Gilbert started to take note of Lovino too. The way he would clench his fist when something was being said against him, how is hair would shake every time he tried not to laugh. Even his eyes seemed to change color, from a dark brown, to a piercing hazel and then back again. Every one of his features seemed to compliment the others. Every time he blushed or spoke loudly, his tan skin would turn a light pink color on his cheeks and bridge of his nose. Gilbert thought it was kinda cute. No, he thought it was more than cute, he started to love it actually. He made his way around the circle of friends to stand next to Lovi. Next thing you know, he dragged the Italian out to dance to a club remix the DJ started to play.

"What the hell are you doing? Get your hand off me!" Lovino struggled to break free from Gilbert's grip. "I don't dance ok?"

"Sure you don't, thats why we're doing it anyway." Gilbert grinned.

Lovino wanted to resist, but at the same time he wanted to be as close to Gilbert as possible. Soon everyone on the patio started to dance too. Although he was too embarrassed to admit it, he was actually having a bit if fun with Gilbert. Then that's when he felt himself being pulled towards the albino's waist. He first was about to slap the bastard In the face, but instead crossed his arms and stopped dancing.

"Oh come on Lovi, we were having so much fun!" complained Gilbert.

"Don't call me that idiot." He clenched his jaw and looked away. Gilbert lowered his eyebrows and grabbed both of Lovinos's arms. He started to walk across the patio and then walking with him down the stairs of the patio that led to small cove behind Francis's house. Lovino was released from Gilbert's grip and punched him in the gut. "What the fuck are we-what the hell are we doing here?" He looked at Gilbert's emotionless face, only to receive no reaction from him. Lovino started to get angry and confused.

"Hello? Did you fucking hear me? I said wh-" he was cut mid-sentence by Gilbert's finger placed over his lips. It sent a quick chill down his back and down to his feet.

"Why do people like you so much? Tell me." commanded Gilbert with a stern face. Lovino was now leaning down against the rock behind them with Gilbert's hand placed on his shoulder.

"What? How am I supposed to know? Half of the people here care more about damn Feliciano and would rather spend more time him than give two fucks about me." he rolled his eyes.

Gilbert didn't know what he was feeling. He was completely jealous at the fact that people liked this guy for no reason, something that he himself could never accomplish in his life time, but at the same time, he was driven wild by the incredibly stubborn italian. He wanted to feel his hair, hold his soft hand, feel his warmth radiate off his skin and onto his own. So many things that he desperately wanted to do, but had mixed feelings as to whether he should do them or not.

"How pissed would you be if I kissed you right now?"

"If you what?" Lovi could feel his face start to get warmer. His hands started to sweat and his knees were starting to give out. He felt something abruptly get pushed onto his lips.

Gilbert kissed him.

He felt the Prussian's cold and slightly chapped lips repeatedly kiss his upper and lower lips. He wanted to protest but he couldn't move, his body just wouldn't work. Gilbert put his hands on Lovino's cheeks and kneeled down on the large rock behind them. He wanted to do much more than just feel Lovino's lips. He wanted to feel every feature on his body. A loud gasp escaped his mouth as he felt Lovino's chest roll up against his. He looked down at the flustered brunette, who then looked up at him with ecstatic hazel eyes.

"Keep going.," pleaded Lovino with an slightly out of breath voice.

"I..I gotta go" Gilbert shook his head and started to walk back up the stairs.

"No wait! I thought you liked me bastard!" Lovino grabbed onto Gilbert's wrist, trying to pull him back away from the bottom step. "I-I mean, why are you going?"

He didn't know what to tell Lovi, but he just had to go. "I just gotta go now". Gilbert yanked his arm out of Lovino's grip and quickly walked up the stairs. The Italian tried his best to chase after him, but as soon as he reached the top of the staircase, Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. The crowd seemed to get thicker and thicker as he pushed his way through the dancing sea or people. 'Where the fuck did he go?'He reached the glass doors of the patio and was just about to enter them when he heard Antonio call his name.

"Lovi! Adรณnde vas?" He asked as he waved over to him and walked in his direction.

"Nowhere idiot, leave me alone. I'm busy."

"Busy? But we're at a party! Come dance with Bella an-"

"Just shut up ok? I'm not in the mood." Lovino cut him off mid-sentence and hurried inside before Antonio could protest anymore. He couldn't see well in the dim-lit party space, and the sound of the music made it almost impossible to hear. He reached Feliciano and his stupid friend of his. Seeing Ludwig here didn't exactly make his night any better, but he'd figure that he knew where Gilbert could have wandered off too.

"Lovino! I was just talking about you! How do you like the party?" Feliciano give his brother a hug and a cheery smile. His breath smelt like beer and he shot a sharp glare at Ludwig, who then looked a just a bit guilty.

"Yeah it's great, whatever. Have you seen that stupid red-eyed jerk around here? He completely ditch- I mean left out of nowhere."

"Gilbert left just recently. He took the car back home. Was there something he did?" asked Ludwig as he took a drink from a can of Heineken.

'Great.' The bastard completely blew the joint. Lovino could feel his shoulders get heavy and he didn't know what to do. He really didn't want Gilbert to go. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with him, seeing his smile and hearing his voice. Now all he could do was wish he never agreed to come to this party. He left the two without a response and went to sit down on a lounge chair. He paid no attention to the rest of the party and just replayed the image of him and Gilbert kissing over and over again. Loivno's eyes started to droop and he soon fell asleep.