A/N – Hello again! This chapter is so very very late! UGH! I lost the urge to write, and then I found it. And now I will hold onto it! But as a special treat for waiting I promise the third chapter will be up by Friday! I'll make it happen! OK OK so I forgot to mention this last time, but yeah, I DON'T own Hetalia. I don't own the characters either. Dang. Lol. Some new characters come up! We all know Tino/Finland, Lily/Lichtenstein, Feliks/Poland, Toris/Lithuania, and Kiku/Japan. Camille is my name for Monaco. Erica is my character for the Czech Republic. She has a twin, but Lovi hasn't met him yet. Erica has a huge crush on Dmitri Popa/Romania. She loves that he knows real magic. Lol. But he's dating Bulgaria. UNREQUITED LOVE YEAH! Hera is fem!Greece. Also look forward to more Gilbert and Lovi action! ;)
Chapter 2- He Knows?
"Antonio get off. I can't breathe."
"Not….Antonio."
"Nice try fucker, now get off!" Antonio groaned and buried his face in my chest, and his toned arms wrapped around me tighter. I couldn't fucking breathe! My arms were sufficiently useless as they he had both pinned to my sides, and I could hardly move my neck because of a certain someone's head on my chest. I was so close to falling off the bed. Why the hell was Antonio pushing me off? Normally he just liked to cuddle in the middle of the bed, not take up all the space!
"Not…An…..tonio…." came my answer followed by a large snore. Fuck. My alarm clock was going off like crazy, and this fool wanted to sleep in. It was five in the morning, I had work! Daan told me I had to be at the studio by seven, and not being able to move was a problem. Wait- he just said he wasn't Antonio? Hold the fucking phone! I know I didn't leave the partly last night with Antonio. Then who the fuck is this person sleeping in my bed with me?! I jolted up and kicked my covers and the unwanted presence off. And there sat a half-awake Gilbert, rubbing his head.
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!" I screamed, wrapping my sheets around me.
"The awesome me does not sleep on couches!"
"So you broke into my bedroom?!"
"The door was unlocked!"
"Fucking liar! Get out!"
"God damn girl, it's way too early to be yelling!" At that, Gilbert took his irritation and stood up to walk out of my room. AHHHHHHHHH! Why wasn't he wearing a shirt?! WHY WASN'T I WEARING ANY CLOTHES?! Oh, I don't sleep with clothes, but then that means Gilbert was hugging my boobs! I need to shower! I've been contaminated! Where's my HAZMAT suit when I need one?! Dio mio, I smell like potato! Looking up I saw Gilbert close the bathroom door. How did he?! Guess my shower would have to wait, that fucker! How dare he treat my house like he lived there! Walking across the room, I picked up my robe and went to the kitchen. Breakfast sounded like a good way to pass time while waiting for that jerk to finish.
Daan told me at the party that Gilbert was moving in. He said it was part of some plan for the two of us to actually fall in love, like fucking hell that would ever happen. Good luck with that Daan. The blankets and pillows on the living-room couch looked virtually untouched. I had set them out last night thinking it was exactly what Daan meant by living together. Gilbert would obviously live there, but instead of the narcissist, lay a fully dressed Alessandro, sleeping peacefully. He must have gotten in later than Gilbert and I. Taking one of the blankets, I covered him gently. It was no real surprise Sandro was here. He often came over if he was feeling lonely. Mamma and Babbo traveled a lot, and being the youngest, Sandro always complained of being lonely. Maybe if he worked more, he wouldn't have time to feel lonely. The only relative that actually stayed with us was Nonno, but he was completely consumed with Feliciana's work. That left me as the only other person from whom my youngest sibling could beg for love and attention, which if you haven't noticed- I'm not the best person for the job. Alessandro stirred at my touch and turned over. His suit was wrinkled, and there was glitter stuck in his light brown hair. Looks like he and his Australian friend had lots of fun last night. Personally, I couldn't be happier that Sandro found a few friends. He was one of the few teenagers in the music industry (only nineteen), and one can only rely on older role models, like Antonio, for support until a certain point. Antonio was just too busy to stop and play with younger competition. Sandro needed constant attention because he was so young and was often left alone when he was younger. He couldn't come to parties mainly because he was underage, and our family does not condone underage drinking! Even though Sandro constantly tries to persuade us to let him have wine.
It was better that Sandro sleep on the couch because he normally trashed one of the guest rooms. My house did have about five of them, and an office too. But the room I was most proud of was my kitchen. When Antonio and I bought the house, we decorated it with our favorite things. The walls were painted a deep red color to complement our love of tomatoes. The modern cabinets were done a sleek white with silver handles. The counters were a simple tan granite, and I had all my pots and pans set up the way I liked. The kitchen had a floating island between the stove counter and the sink across from it. The sink backed up to a high counter with barstools for quick eating and seating. I did have a table, but it was a small four-seater off to side next to the back windows. The wall at the back of the table was painted red and there were all kinds of family pictures covering it.
I walked around to the corner where I kept my coffee pot. Coffee is amazing. It can motivate me to do great things. I love coffee more than anything in the world, and, trust me, I can make a mean cup of that hot liquid. I made a dark roast that day because I was feeling the need to wake up and forget (for the moment) there was another annoying musician in my house besides my brother. Sandro brought himself up from the couch as I poured myself a cup. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a mug from the cabinet.
He yawned, "I wanted to sneak into you bed last night, but someone else beat me to it." I punched him in the stomach and passed over his coffee. Sandro began his retreat to the couch with a smug grin while clutching his middle, but Gilbert interrupted us by slamming the door to my room and practically running through the kitchen. He spun around Sandro and grabbed an apple from a basket on my counter. Sandro smiled and ran to catch up to a moving and singing Gilbert. Then they started doing whatever men do when they greet each other. Sandro laughed and high-fived Gilbert before finally slinking back onto the couch.
"You know," Gilbert said, "I think we're going to need a bigger house."
"My house is big enough for me," I replied, "You can move out."
"No can do, your manager told you that last night remember? And you've got the ring to prove it," Gilbert took a bite of the apple and motioned with his hand. I looked down, and sure enough I was wearing the ring he bought me. Fuck him.
"Well, I'm not moving," I said while turning my back on his smug face.
"But! There's no theatre! I need a theatre, a game room, a sound proof room to practice, and a pool!" Gilbert held up four fingers, "No house with only five rooms can handle my amount of awesome!"
"Why the fuck do you need theatre?!" I yelled spinning to face him.
"Yeah!" Sandro chimed in. Oh great the worst role model for my little brother is the man I will be marrying.
"Because I'm so awesome I don't need to go to the actual movies," he replied as he finished his apple. Oh this guy made my blood boil! He was just so consumed with himself.
"Then move out! That will solve everything!"
"I already told you that wouldn't work."
"Then what am I supposed to do with my house?"
"We'll sell it."
"OH REALLY?"
"After I move all my stuff over."
"ARGH! I'm sick of you! Do whatever!"
"The awesome me likes that idea!"
"Trouble in paradise?" Sandro called from the couch where he was watching the news. It was something about the merger that day.
"Shut up! And why did you come last night?!" I asked. Hopefully this will distract me from Mr. I-think-I'm-awesome in the corner, and anyways, I always wanted to know why people considered it a good idea to bother me at my own home. Sometimes Sandro was lonely, and sometimes he was running from Nonno, and sometimes he just wanted to bother me. Depending on the answer, Sandro may or may not get himself kicked out.
"Ludwig moved in," Sandro called back to me. The coffee I was drinking went down the wrong way, and by that I mean I spit it all out on the counter. Wiping my mouth and trying to catch my breath, I looked up at Sandro, whose eyes looked glumly into his coffee cup. Gilbert was howling with laughter from the table. I shot a glare in his direction, but he could have cared less. He just got permission to move in and wasn't going to pay attention to anyone but himself. Gilbert kept laughing and laughing, and when he finally caught himself, he looked up at me.
"Kehsese, I could have told you that!" boomed Gilbert, acting like this was a joke.
"Well why didn't you?" I shot back bitterly.
"Mein burder said somethin' about you coming to kill him if you found out," replied Gilbert while waving his hands around casually, as if to say he didn't know what Ludwig meant. Hell yeah I'm going to kill him. Just you wait Ludwig.
"I don't like living there anymore," Sandro mumbled from the couch.
"Well then don't!" Gilbert replied cheerfully.
Gilbert dodged a piece of toast, and then just shrugged mouthing that he wanted to help. "Sandro," I said trying to calm my voice, "where does Ludwig sleep?"
"The guest bedroom," he replied.
"And where does Feli sleep?" I asked while gripping my coffee mug to the point of my knuckles turning white. Okay that actually really hurt!
Sandro looked up, giving me puppy eyes and crocodile tears, "With him….."
"Okay that's it! I'm marching over there right now! You wait here Sandro, and I'll go kick that potato ass! You bet I'll have him running straight home!" I left my coffee and tomato bread on the counter and ran to my room. It was on potato muncher! I'll kill you for sure this time! You got away because of the party, but now you'll really be dead! Just you wait! Sandro started clapping, and Gilbert walked into the kitchen to steal coffee. I didn't make some for you bastard! Just get out of my house already! I don't care what Daan said! Dio mio!
When I returned, Daan was there with Sandro ready to drag me away for work. Gilbert had already gone out, and my tomato toast was missing! Damn him! Daan stood in the middle of the living room lecturing Sandro about how Sandro needed to work more. Daan wore the same gray suit with orange tie and scarf; sometimes, I wonder if he ever gets tired of wearing that. He had his tablet out and was flipping through my work schedule for the day as Sandro babbled about Gilbert letting him move in with us. My schedule was jam-packed because of how many days I just randomly took off. Fuck you Gilbert for making me work harder! Sandro kept blabbling on and on about stuff, and Daan was forced to listen. Then, suddenly, Sandro cried as Daan started rubbing both his knuckles on Sandro's head saying something about not bothering the newly engaged. I took one step forward onto that ONE CREAKY FLOORBOARD. Damn me! Instantly, both Daan and Sandro stopped what they were doing to look at me. Daan glanced over my hella fashionable outfit, classy black dress and shoes, and commented, "Where's the ring?"
"What ring?" I asked. Like seriously? What.
"Did you already forget?" he responded, narrowing his pale blue eyes. Some black cloud started forming behind him, and Sandro screamed as the force exerted on his head increased.
"Forget what?" my temper rose, and I started balling my fists.
"Engagement," came Daan's low voice. The black aura started spreading. Sandro collapsed on the floor when Daan let go of his head. SANDRO?! Daan took a few steps towards me, hanging his head. I WAS NOT shaking. I don't get scared that easily. I mean who would be scared of a freakishly tall and angry Dutchman?! Ha..Ha…ok I was fucking terrified. He was standing right above me when he lifted his head to glare into my eyes.
"I don't need to really wear it, right?" I forced out, avoiding significant eye contact.
"Yes. You. DO," Daan replied bending to my eye level. His eyes were clouding with ominous black shadows, and he raised one eyebrow. Screaming and throwing the object nearest to me (a pillow) at him, I ran back to my room to get the ring. The ring itself was really quite pretty. Someone must have done a good job picking it out, and by that I mean not Gilbert. There's just no way in hell someone like him can have good taste in anything. The ring was a simple row of diamonds. It was a gold band, and the three diamonds were centered in the middle. The middle diamond was the biggest and shimmered whenever I moved my hand. On the inside of the band was a carving that stated the date. See? Gilbert really couldn't think like that, therefore Elizaveta probably picked it out. I sighed, I'm wearing a ring bought by my fiancée's manager. Putting it back on, I walked out to meet Daan who nodded approvingly at the addition.
(^^)
"Wahhhh! It's so pretty!" gushed Erica from the cafeteria table. She rushed immediately to hug me when I approached at the table. Erica was an actress who was born in the Czech Republic, but she was raised here in L.A. Her dirty blonde hair was pinned up in a ponytail, and her height gave her beautiful pale legs that matched her slender arms. She was fairly pleasant person if I had to say so, and liked to wear a lot of Bohemian clothing. She acts very similar to Lizzie, minus the obsession with gay porn. She also had a certain soft spot for the Romanian actor Dmitri, Gilbert's cousin, but you all probably know him better as the main character from all the recent vampire movies. Now that they're out of style he decided to try a television series for more job stability. I can't blame him, after five years as Antonio's wife for the mafia-themed Flame movies, I was basically doing the exact same thing.
Dmitri sat next to Erica at the table. His hair and make-up was already done. He looked tired; must have had fun last night. He nodded to me and went back to his phone quickly. He was pretty much quiet, except when he was around Arthur and Lucia. They were his best friends or something, but he only really light up around Elizaveta or Sofya. Lizzie and Dmitri had some bad blood that went all the way back to his first movie appearance fifteen years ago. Every time they met it took four people to pull them apart. They started throwing punches and insults almost immediately. Sofya, on the other hand, was a popular Bulgarian model. She and Dmitri had been dating for a few years now. Dmitri was even considering a proposal, but Gilbert beat him (and Ludwig) to the punch by proposing to me first. Well, he kind of had to.
The next to congratulate me was Tino. He ran up behind Erica to give me another hug. You all know Tino. He's the main male character, and everyone thinks he's just the sweetest thing on the planet. What you don't know about this bleach blonde and blue-eyed cutie is that he is fucking scary when you piss him off. Don't ask. Just do not ever piss off Tino because you really don't want him coming after your sorry ass and you REALLY don't want his boyfriend to beat your ass either. Oh, forgot to mention, Tino is gay. He is so gay, and no would know if he hadn't told Francoise. Nobody can really believe it. It breaks the hearts of all teenagers in the world. His boyfriend? He's been dating Berwald forever. Yeah the Berwald Oxenstierna that manages Z-Storm with an iron fist. Berwald literally has no emotions except anger, yet he somehow expresses himself more than Lucia Bondevik. If you've ever seen Berwald try to take a drunk Matthias home, you don't want to. That guy is scary, but Tino on the other hand is the bubbliest thing on the planet. Not as much as Feli, but certainly some good competition.
Feliks sauntered up to me to talk about the newest updates for the wedding. Oh FUCK. Daan made it all public! FUCK YOU DAAN. Evidently it was to be held in Italy, and the priest would be my distant cousin Marino. Oh shit he hated me. He just wanted the publicity. Fuck him. Feliks, however, was beyond excited. He knew I wasn't- because who in their right mind wants to be forced to marry Gilbert Beilschmidt? Not. Me. Feliks had a boyfriend too. The poor guy finally came out the closet and was immediately coaxed into dating Feliks. Feliks loved the guy more than anything. His name was Toris, and they had been going strong for five years. Feliks was and always had been gay as fuck. He had the shoulder length blond hair parted in the middle. His eyes were always half lidded and he had a certain sassy aura around himself. We always knew he was the one to wear the ascots and other frilly things. If he had things his way- his character in the show would dress the same way.
After Tino, Erica, and Feliks stopped their yapping. I got the chance to look over at the table. Aside from Dmitri, there were three other cast members at the table. Camille was coolly reading the newspaper while slowly stacking fruit from a basket in the middle on top of Hera's sleeping head. Camille is Francoise's step-sister. She's from Monaco. She looked very much like Francoise even though they weren't related by blood. She had waist long blonde hair that tied at the end with a soft pink ribbon. She always wore the same pink overcoat and glasses while not on stage, and usually cared little about what others thought of her. Aside from Francoise, Camille didn't hang out with other people very much. She wasn't much of a socialite, yet we always saw her sitting at the bar during parties. She did like to talk about one thing with people- gemstones. She studied to be a geologist before being scouted for acting. If you ever got to be alone with her and she actually talked to you, she would talk mainly about all different kinds of rare stones and the prices they were going for at the market. Strange girl, but she meant well. I think?
Next to her sat Hera, who was already fast asleep and it was only nine in the morning. Granted, I was tired too, bitch, but I had coffee to keep me going! She needs some of that. Hera was a Greek beauty. With long curly brown hair and cheekbones to kill for, Hera was gorgeous. There was just one problem- unless further instructed, she was always asleep. Someone, mainly her boyfriend and manager Kiku, had to verbally tell her to stay awake or she would knock out immediately, like right now. Hera was undeniably sweet, when awake. She moved at her own pace, and had some crazy obsession with cats. She owned like five or six of the demonic creatures, and it looked like Kiku was okay with that. Hera's mother was the Greek model that rocked America in Playboy back when we were younger. Yeah, she's that kind of beautiful. Hera finally awoke when the fifth apple was stacked on her head. The fruit tumbled to the floor as she picked herself up. An audible groan could be heard from Camille who had worked so patiently to stack them. Hera looked around slowly before complaining about not being able to see her cats. Her eyes landed on me, and she managed a thumbs up before collapsing again on the table. Kiku ran over to wake her back to reality. I pity the poor Japanese guy.
Across the table Lily was laughing softly. Oh Lily, she reminded me so much of my little sister, except Lily is much purer than Feliciana when it comes to anything sexual. God knows what Feli has done with that fucker she plans to marry. Lily was from Liechtenstein. She was the youngest member of the cast, and played the younger sister to Erica's character. She played the part well. Lily was very small and petite. She had short blonde hair that she usually tied a ribbon in. She's Erica's cousin. They carpool to work, mainly to prevent Lily's overprotective hit-man of a brother from coming within twenty feet of civilized people. There was really nothing wrong with quiet little Lily except for her brother and the fact she can speak German. Her brother's bat-shit insane, and fucking crazy overprotective of his little sister.
By the time all my coworkers finished congratulating me, it was time to start filming. The director walked in and glared at us to get our asses to work. At that time, we were the cast of a hugely popular television series. You all have heard of it, remember Decadence? Yeah it won all kinds of awards like best cast and best main characters and so on and so forth. The show was about four women in a 1930's casino. Technically there was five because of Lily, but the four main were Hera, Camille, Erica, and I. I played the sexy Italian immigrant Chiarina Pizzini, and hell yeah I was fucking hot. My character was cool, deceptive, excellent at dancing, and I played her perfectly. I have countless awards from all seven seasons reinforcing just that. Camille played Gabrielle Babineaux, a French-Creole woman who moved up from Louisiana to start a new life. It was actually surprising how she could talk so much while filming, and then she won't say a word once the camera shuts off. Camille also had to most knowledge about casino life because of her father owning a vast majority of them. Erica and Lily played Edith and Maria Wiessling, the German sisters who owned the casino. Their characters were quite snobby, and it was often very hard for Lily to get into character. Erica, on the other hand, had a fucking fantastic time pretending to put everyone down. Hera played the poor Greek servant, Helene Stathanos. She was the one who worked the hardest in auditions because she had to learn how to card count, deal cards, and other basic card tricks. The fact that Kiku spent all that time teaching her got her the job over countless other actresses.
Feliks, Tino, and Dmitri played the main men. The females were the focus points, but the men put up a good fight in the eyes of the media attention. Feliks was the bi-sexual attendant Lukas Jerzierski. He basically went around making all the character's lives miserable by spreading rumors and other stupid shit. His character was also the main love interest for Lily's character of Maria. Needless to say, Lily's brother was not a big fan of Feliks. Dmitri played the character of Vlad, a mysterious businessman who randomly appears at the casino every other episode or two. His character is the main love interest for mine. It wasn't that bad working with Dmitri, even though he is Gilbert's cousin. He was a lot better than other actors, and pretty chill about it because he already had a girlfriend. I never really had to worry about the asshole trying to get into my pants, like Antonio. Because of that, we were a pretty good team. Let's just say that our photoshoots sold the most than any others. Yeah, I am that good. Even though the other two male characters were relatively popular, neither compared to Tino's character of Rasmus Halla. He was the male part of the love triangle. Yes, there was a lame-ass love triangle, but it was actually pretty contemporary. Erica's character loved Tino, but Camille's character loved Erica. Now you see how it was pretty groundbreaking? No one usually thought of a lesbian relationship back in the 1930's.
(^^)
I got home late that evening. Work was fucking exhausting. Everyone wanted to know everything about Gilbert and I's relationship in past two days. For some reason they assumed we were doing some dirty, kinky shit. I just lied and grit my teeth. There was only so much I could lie about, and kinky sex is where I draw the line! Fuck. It was rough. Filming was even worse. For some reason, Erica couldn't focus one bit. She messed up everyone's scenes with obnoxious laughter. Then she would then run on set to hug whoever was acting. It was very unusual coming from a normally reserved person. She is distantly related to the potato muncher clan. Later we all found out someone had slipped her beer on break. It was probably one of the staff members, and Dmitri probably paid them to do it. (Now you see how they are related?) Those two were a weird bunch, but, sadly, we all loved them either way. Wait...is that really sad? Oh well. Fuck it. Lily took Erica home after she interrupted us for the fourth time. Poor Lily, she really does have a good head on her shoulders if she has to deal with that every day.
The first thing I noticed when I got home was not the television being on. Nope. It was not the fact that Gilbert was on the couch. Nope. It was not the fact that he had his legs on my coffee table. Not at all. What I noticed were in right front of my door- blocking it. There were about one hundred or more fucking boxes of all fucking sizes stacked in rows and all labeled with "PROPERTY OF AWESOME". Like WHAT THE FUCK?!
I attempted to walk past them, but I ended up getting caught twice and almost tripping once. Gilbert looked up from where sat watching the television and smirked. I stumbled toward him, "What the fuck is with the boxes?"
Gilbert looked up at me with a huge smile, "Lovi! You're home!"
"Gilbert," I said sternly, "don't call me that, and the fucking boxes?"
"I told you," he replied calmly, "I'm moving in, so most naturally I have to bring all my awesome stuff to our house and make it awesome!" He smirked and relaxed against the back of my leather couch. He crossed his legs and looked up at me questioningly. Did I hear him say "our house"? No, most certainly not. It's my house you fucker. I narrowed my eyes, and cocked my head to the side, "Oh really?"
"Yes, and I've been waiting on you," he replied, smiling.
"What the fuck?" Okay. That caught me off guard. Waiting on me? Um. He doesn't need to wait for my permission to get out of my house. Why was my heart beating? That's really weird…..
"Fix me something! I'm starving!" he whined closing his eyes and kicking his legs like a little kid. Oh no he fucking did not. He did not just fucking tell me to cook something for him. I am an independent Italian woman and I am not taking orders from someone who I'm being forced to marry. Like fuck no. Who does he think he is? The Pope? I don't fucking think so!
"No," I replied simply turning away to walk towards my room. This time I would lock the door and put a chair in front of it.
"Wait! Lovi! Don't leave! I'm kidding! It was a joke! I'm joking! See! HA HA!" Gilbert called desperately from the couch. He had climbed up onto the back of the couch and was desperately calling my name, "LOOOOOOVIIIIIIIII! I'm just playin' with you! All I want is for us to watch a little television together! PLEASSSSSSSEEEEEEEE LOVIIIIIIII LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
I turned around at my bedroom door to scowl at him. What do I do? Walk back and sit with him. NO! That's ew, and gross and disgusting. But hearing him calling my name was more disgusting, and where the fuck did he get that nickname?! DID I NOT JUST TELL HIM NOT TO CALL ME THAT?! Not everyone gets that privilege. To my surprise, I found my feet moving on their own back towards my couch and living room. Just this one time. JUST TO SHUT HIM UP FOR CHRIST SAKE. I sat on the edge of the couch furthest from him. I could hear him whine, but he shut up once he realized that I was going to stay. He flipped channels a bit before settling on reruns of an old show. You nineties kids remember Cookie Jar? The sitcom about a classic American family dealing with a son who is a shop-lifter? Yes, I know, classic! I watched it too, but mainly because Antonio got to guest star a lot. Gilbert actually played the shop-lifting boy. I know, you would never recognize him now. They looked so different. The episode Gilbert had landed on was the one about the boy's tenth birthday, and how the boy planned on stealing a guitar that his parents couldn't afford to buy him.
Gilbert didn't say much, but he sometimes muttered about how cute he was back then. In my mind, he really wasn't. He was just more annoying. To keep myself occupied and distracted, I decided to compare the differences between Gilbert-now and Gilbert-then. I was that tired, that I decided to voluntarily look at Gilbert. My eyes studied the screen. Okay, so he was a lot shorter back then and very skinny. He wore an oversized red zip up hoodie and different sets of pants with loud plaid designs on them. That terrible sense of fashion almost made me puke. He was really short back then, but he had the same mischievous red eyes. The media called him "Little Devil" because of his white blonde hair and red eyes. The character he played fit his personality perfectly. Chances are Gilbert actually did do all the pranks his character pulled in the show. Gilbert spoke with a slight accent back then, and it often messed up his speech. He has completely lost it now, but hearing him stumble around words just made him look cute. HA HA NOPE. JUST KIDDING. Why am I blushing?! I tore my eyes from the screen to look at the Gilbert on my couch.
He looked relaxed. Of course, he was much much taller now. He was ripped or toned or whatever! He had big muscles! And a jaw line to kill for! There I said it! Obviously he works out. Pfffttt shut up. English is not my first language, bitch! Either way, it was amazing he could be so calm. Most memories I had about Gilbert were of him being extremely obnoxious, like head-splitting-headache obnoxious. The other ones include him chasing Maddy around. But now he sat on my couch laughing softly at memories of his past. Did he care that much about remembering things? His red eyes were watching the screen intently. Sometimes he whispered about how hard it was to film a certain part. His hair was naturally messed up, and it shimmered when he laughed. He crossed his arms in front of him, and his muscles moved in tune. My face began heating up. Better look away. I looked back to the television right when the younger Gilbert stole the guitar. The audience erupted in laughter as he tripped over the aux cords. In that moment I stole another glance at Gilbert. He was wearing a navy blue v neck with dark blue jeans. It was no lie that he was attractive, I mean, NO. I'm blushing like a fucking madwoman! That needed to stop, and back to the television we go Lovina! The show continued, but all I could think of was the man sitting two couch cushions away from me. He's breathing oh my fucking GOD! Did he just look at me?! HE'S BREATHING AGAIN! Now he's looking at me! It was fucking distracting! I'm tired! That was all it was. I was just trying to stay awake! WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY? WHY WAS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST?! WHY WASN'T I GOING TO BED?!
"Lovina," Gilbert's voice brought me out of my trance. Wait was I shaking? It wasn't that cold in here, "I'm still waiting."
I looked out of the corner of my eye at Gilbert. He was staring at me! My face heated up more, and I could feel myself turning red, "If it's about the dinner, I already said no!"
"It's not," he said narrowing his eyes and resting his arm on the back of the sofa to look at me clearer. His red eyes burned like a fire I had never seen before. The light from the kitchen hit them just at the right angle and made them look more passionate, more mischievous, more serious, "I'm waiting for you to stop acting like someone else around me."
That hit me like an eighteen wheeler packed full with produce. Wait what? I was fucking shocked. How did he figure out I wasn't giving this my all? How could he know the true me from the real me? He never even met the real me! How could he know? My heart started racing faster than ever before. He knew! SINCE WHEN WAS HE SMART?! My hand reached up to pull some of my dark curls behind my ear. I nervously looked down at my lap. This was all too soon! How did he figure out?!
"Lovina," he said again. OH SHIT. The way he said my name was hot! I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT. I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. I don't think my body can take much more of this eye contact thing. I just kept thinking back to the party last night. The kiss. The look in his eyes when he danced with me. The feeling of our skin touching. His voice and the smell of beer. The way he treated me like a lady. The way he acted like a composed gentleman. I couldn't understand it! Why was I acting so strange today?! Was it because I was tired?! But last night kept popping up in my memories. His face. His kisses. His kisses from the night before last. His cologne that hypnotized me, "I think the best way to fix this is to come up with awesome nick-names!" Yep, I was wrong. He's definitely stupid. Gilbert flashed a smile that would kill any fangirl in an instant. He looked so happy, how the fuck could I say no to that? I mean Feliciana is much better at puppy dog eyes, but this guy has a weird way of getting what he wants. Gilbert started thinking really hard. He scrunched up his eyebrows. I could see why he was an actor. He moved his head around pretending to be frustrated and ruffled his hair more. Finally he looked back and me, "I got it! I shall call you my awesome Italian! And Lovi for short!"
"Isn't that the same thing you just called me?!" I yelled back, "I told you not to call me that!" This time I couldn't hide the blush spreading across my cheeks. No one person, not even Antonio, called me "their Italian". Antonio just assumed I belonged to him, but this insolent white-haired fuck wanted everyone to know I belonged to him! There must be something wrong with him. Like honestly he needs therapy. My heart started beating harder as he raised his hand to point one finger at me, "Your turn!"
Gilbert looked so confident in his answer. What was I going to call him?! Certainly not what he wanted like "Sir Awesomeness". Gag me with a spoon. Kill me with a stiletto before I say that. Ummmmmm. WHY WERE ONLY BAD THINGS COMING TO MIND?! "How about potato fucker?" Oh shit oh shit oh shit. THAT'S MY NAME FOR LUDWIG! I did not just suggest that to his brother, but the look on Gilbert's face said I totally did. He looked taken aback, a little shocked, dumbfounded, and more confused than anything. I should have taken a picture- wait what no!
He laughed nervously, "Try another one….make it awesome!" Oh my fucking God. I'm so stupid, but nice cover up there. Sorry Gil! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT. DID I JUST FUCKING APOLIGIZE IN MY MIND?! IN MY FUCKING MIND?! I do not apologize! To anyone. Not in my mind, not verbally, not at all! Especially not to Gilbert fucking Beilschmidt! But wait! I didn't call him Gilbert…..I said…GIL! THAT'S IT! That'll be his nickname! I'm so fucking sly I thought of it way before I knew I thought of it! HAH! I'm amazing!
Gilbert must have been having a blast watching me decide on his nickname. My facial expressions went from terror to tears to fear to excitement like a strobe light. One minute I was sad, and the next I was radiating happiness. Gilbert smiled. Yes, he smiled. Like a real smile, and that's what caught me off guard in my thought process. I didn't know he could have a real smile. I thought they were all fake. He raised one eyebrow when he noticed my stare and the smile disappeared, "Thought of one yet?"
"S-shut up…G-Gil," I cast my eyes downward and again my FUCKING PESKY BLOOD went to my face. I took this chance to run to my bedroom and slam the door when I was safely inside. My heart was beating crazy fast. How could he look at me that way?! He had….he….h-he….looked at me like a love struck teenager! WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP WITH THAT?! I just did what he wanted! He wanted a fucking nickname! I must be tired. I stripped down to underwear. This time I put t-shirt on, and I forgot to lock the door.
