I looked at myself in the mirror, playing with the crystal necklace on my neck, twisting it around my finger.
Somehow, Gil had persuaded me to join him to go on an "outing" with his brother Ludwig, and Ludwig's cute Italian boyfriend Feliciano. Gilbert had assured me this wasn't a double date, but it sure felt like it to me.
The doorbell rang. I walked over and opened the door. Gilbert was standing there in a button down shirt and slacks, looking uncomfortable. "Hi," he said.
I giggled. "Wow. I've never seen you this dressed up, Gil."
He scowled. "Ludwig made me. He said if I didn't dress up, I couldn't go. Of course he had to choose the fanciest Italian restaurant in town for his boyfriend."
I trotted down my steps, walking towards Ludwig's car. "It looks funny on you."
Gilbert followed me. "I always look awesome. Besides, speak for yourself. You're in a dress!" He flashed me a perverted grin. "But, I must say. You look very pretty."
I felt my face heat up again, and I was sort of pleased he said that, even though I'd never admit it. "Damn you, jerk."
I opened the door to the backseat of the car, but to my surprise, Antonio and Francis were already sitting there.
Ludwig looked from the front seat at me. "We're dropping Antonio and Francis off at their houses before the date. You'll all have to squish in there."
Feliciano waved at me from the front seat. "Hello, Eliza!"
I smiled at him. Francis scooted over, and I got in next to him. Gilbert sat down on the other side of me.
Great. I was stuck between the Frenchman and the Prussian. Francis put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. "You look very sexy, my dear. Maybe after your date you can come to my place," he whispered in my ear, wiggling his eyebrows.
I pulled myself out of his grasp. "No way. And anyway, this isn't a date."
Antonio smacked Francis on the head. "Leave the poor girl alone," he told Francis.
"Thank you," I said to Antonio.
A few minutes later, Ludwig dropped off Antonio and Francis. He drove to the restaurant, and pulled into a parking space.
The restaurant was beautiful. As our hostess led us to our candlelit table for four, I admired the twinkling crystal chandeliers and the soft setting.
The hostess led us to a booth, and I sat down next to Gilbert. "This place is almost as awesome as me!" he said with a grin.
"It doesn't take much to be more awesome than you," I informed him. He pouted.
"I think Gilbert is nice!" Feliciano stated.
I stared at Feliciano. "I remember when I used to play dress-up with you," I said absently.
Ludwig practically choked on his water. "You played dress-up with him?"
"Si!" Feliciano exclaimed, nodding his head quickly. "Elizaveta used to make dresses and have me model in them!"
Ludwig's eye twitched. "Sometimes I can't believe how girly you are," he mumbled at Feli.
"But you still like me!" Feliciano said.
"Ja. I do," Ludwig assured him. Feliciano beamed.
All of a sudden, Gilbert got an excited look on his face. This couldn't be good.
"Tuesday is Valentines Day!" he informed us with a big smile. I counted on my fingers. Tuesday was three days away. Most likely, that day would be like any others. Roderich might bother me, but that was it, although part of me secretly hoped that Gilbert would do something for me. I couldn't tell if he liked me or not, even though his feelings were usually so easily read.
Feliciano rested his head on Ludwig's shoulder. "I know! I could never forget Valentines Day."
I shrugged. "I forgot about it," I admitted.
Gilbert swung an arm around my shoulder. "I wouldn't expect you to remember it, Elizaveta. Only awesome people remember it."
"You really are full of yourself, aren't you?" I asked, glaring at him.
Ludwig nodded. "Ja. He's always been like that."
"I know," I said. "I think I would – I've been friends with him for fourteen years, since we were three."
"That's a long time!" Feliciano commented.
"Sometimes I think of it as fourteen years of torture," I informed Feliciano. He laughed.
"That's not very nice," Gilbert said, sticking his lower lip out.
I rolled my eyes. "Stop pretending to be upset. It doesn't suit you."
Gilbert immediately brightened up, beaming. "You're right! The awesome me always needs to be happy-go-lucky!"
At that moment, our food came, and we continued to chat for a while more. After our food was done, Ludwig led us to the car.
He dropped off an exhausted Feliciano first, then drove to my house. Gilbert walked me up to my door.
"You know, I had a really good time tonight," he told me, a faint blush on his cheeks. He smiled at me.
I had almost never seen him this serious, but it was nice to see his sweet side. "Me too," I said honestly.
Gilbert leaned down real quick and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He ran off before I could respond.
Before I went inside, I touched the spot where he kissed me, a small smile gracing my lips.
A/N:
So, if you haven't been to my profile yet, you probably don't know if this is my first fanfiction. Well, it is. I didn't put that in the summary because I know a lot of people won't read a fanfiction if they know it's someone's first. Anyway, thanks for reading my story! Rate, review, and all that. It would make my day!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I wish I did.
