"Ready to go?" Antonio asked, putting an arm around Lovino, who stiffened. Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Come on, assholes. I don't want to wait," Lovino walked out of Antonio's grasp, and headed out the door.
"Be careful!" Feliciano called out and waved a goodbye when they all hopped in the car, and began to drive away.
Gilbert and Antonio talked and laughed on the way to the bar. Lovino joined in at times, but listened to their conversation most of the time. Once they reached the place, Gilbert opened the door for them all, and Antonio pulled out Lovinos chair for him. The Italian was used to Antonio doing stuff like that, but that didn't mean he liked it. He didn't like being treated by a woman.
"Okay," Antonio said, ordering drinks for everyone and turned in his seat to look at Lovino and Gilbert, "rule number one, don't drink enough to forget the year. Rule number two-"
For what felt like the millionth time, Gilbert interrupted Antoino, "Awe, you're no fun!"
"I don't want you getting a woman tonight, and say all that stuff to get them to fall for you... again," Antonio put up a finger, "remember that one girl from a few years back that didn't stop calling and coming to your house for almost two months?"
Some guys pick a fight when drunk. Some guys hit on girls. But, Gilbert romances them. No, seriously, Gilbert is like fucking Francis when drunk. He has a sweet side that even surprised Antonio and Francis. No one has seen it but them, because the German has to get pretty drunk to do it, but Lovino has heard a lot about it. Gilbert really was a gentleman, deep down inside.
"I only do that with the best looking in the bar. And, I don't see any pretty women here."
"Antonio, let him wrought what he calls a brain," Lovino butted in, "it's his fault if he finds some stalker who wants his organs. He wants to get laid by some creep, let him."
"Thank you, Lovino," Gilbert raised his fist in the air, and gave a wink towards the brunette. Lovino just rolled his eyes.
The drinks finally came, along with a wink and a few flirts from the waitress to Antonio. Lovino took a sip from his wine, and looked to see Antonio had scooted closer to him, and shooed away the girl, "Toni's got some game," Gilbert laughed and gave a smirk.
Said Spaniard ignored Gilbert, and turned towards Lovino, "I'm sorry, Lovi. She didn't know you were my boyfriend."
"I don't really care," Lovino shrugged and looked at the table.
Antonio blinked, "You... don't?"
"I don't."
"But, I thought-"
"You thought wrong," Lovino sighed, and took another sip of his wine, "I'm not going to get worked up just because some skank is flirting with you to make a few extra bucks," The Italian played with his cup a little, "it's useless to get angry because of that,"
Antonio didn't respond, still thinking about Lovinos words. Gilbert laughed, "Keses~! Ay, Antonio, maybe you should do the same, and not get mad when someone looks like him!"
That earned a silent agreement and a hidden smirk from Lovino.
Antonio slowly smiled, awkwardly, "Right... okay,"
Everyone was having a good time. Even Lovino, surprisingly. Gilbert turned out to be a pretty cool guy, despite his outbursts about how 'awesome' he was. Antonio was trying to keep his liquor down, but he was feeling really light-headed. Seeing that Lovino and Gilbert were having fun, the Spaniard announced that he'd be leaving, and did so, paying for his drinks.
Gilbert smirked, "Now that Mr. Rules is gone, we can finally have a party," he laughed, ordering more drinks for the two.
Lovino looked at the albino male, then back at the Pin Ball game he was playing, "Yeah, I guess. Whatever."
Now, this was Gilberts chance. He finally got to be alone with Lovino. He knows Antonio and him are together, but dammit, now was the time to make his move. The only reason why he stopped flirting with Lovino four years ago, which was how long they have dated, was because Antonio was always with him. Hell, the guy even threatened him once. Gilbert wasn't scared of him, not at all, but he still didn't want to take a chance, "So, Lovino," Gilbert leaned closer a little, but not too much.
Lovino didn't seem to notice it, "Yeah?" he mumbled, trying not to lose the ball and keep it going.
Gilbert took a glance at his face, then stared back at the game, "I don't mean to be 'That Guy'," Gilbert put air quotes around it, "but, why are you dating Antonio? I've always wondered that. Isn't it... awkward, since you've known him for so long?"
Lovino stopped playing for a moment, then started again when he realized that his ball was falling, "I don't need to tell you anything, bastard."
Something in Lovinos eyes didn't convince him, "Come on, man. I'm to drunk to remember, anyway." he lied.
Lovino lost the ball. He groaned, and kicked the machine. He stomped to his seat, Gilbert followed. The Italian took another drink of his wine, and sighed, "... Antonio was the only one who gave the slightest bit of attention to me," Gilbert slapped his own forehead, mentally, "he was the first to really come up to me, and ask me. Sure, it was awkward to me- still is. I'm not really... happy with him, anymore. But, he's the only one. I... okay, bastard, don't tell anyone," Lovino pointed a finger at Gilbert, and gave him his best glare. The albino just nodded, "... I don't really... like Antonio, anymore. Not as a boyfriend, at least. He doesn't understand the shit I go though- I was just tired of seeing everyone together with someone, and I accepted just anyone that I could tolerate. Hell, I would even said yes to you if you asked,"
Gilbert groaned on the inside, but forced out a laugh. Lovino just smiled a little, but went back to his frown, "Antonio is more of a brother figure. We want different things. He won't even ask me what's wrong when I need it. All he'd do is pat my head, or hug me. He'll say it would be alright, when it will never be alright. I... don't like being touched by him," Lovino took a deep breath, and Gilbert was at the end of his seat, "I don't like any kind of touch... sometimes, I wish I could go back in time, and change my choice."
Gilbert stared at him for a while, getting a little to happy, "So, why don't you leave him?"
Lovino leaned back in his seat, "He's safe," he closed his eyes, and sighed. Reopening them, he glared at Gilbert, "you better not fucking tell anyone."
"No, of course not. But, I have something to tell you, too," Gilbert smiled. This is going to be his big chance. Now, he knows Lovino doesn't have romantic feelings for Antonio, he could finally make his dream a reality.
"What is it?" Lovino asked. He relaxed a little, and took another drink of his wine.
Wait. Gilbert wasn't thinking this through. What if Lovino doesn't accept Gilberts feelings? What is he does, but doesn't was a relationship? What is Lovino doesn't want to talk to Gilbert again? He leaves the bar, right now, and go to Antonio, telling him about what Gilbert said, and kills him? No, that couldn't happen. Antonio was his friend. But, that didn't stop him from putting Gilbert in the hospital. But, Antonio wouldn't hurt him, he loved Gilbert... right?
"Gilbert," Lovino was getting annoyed, "what is it?"
Said Prussian gulped, and took a big swing of his beer. If he was going to do this, and it's a bad result, he wouldn't want to remember it.
"Remember when we first met?" Gilbert hoped he did.
Lovino thought, "Um... I don't think so. It was so long ago."
Gilberts heart felt a little heavy, but he continued, "I think it was your first year of high school," he tapped his chin, milking his memory so it doesn't seem like he knew the meeting by heart. Which he did, "you were having trouble with bullies. Antonio stepped in, and helped you. I remember that's how I met you, through Antonio. It was my fault he fell for you, you know."
Lovino nodded, and snorted, "Are you trying to get me to think more of him?"
"No!" Gilbert quickly said, "... quite the opposite, actually. I was gonna tell you that... um..." this was harder than he thought, "Lovino, um..."
"Get on with it, bastard. I don't have all day."
"Well," Gilbert chose a different approach, "Antonio wasn't the only one that liked you back then. And, even now."
Lovino stared at him, "What the Hell are you talking about?"
Gilbert sighed, took another swing of his liquor, and tried again, "I like you, Lovino. I have since I first saw you."
Silence. Never a good sign. Say something, Lovino. Anything! An insult, a rejection... an acceptation, maybe? ANYTHING! Don't just stare at me with that look, and red cheeks- wait... red cheeks...?"Gilbert," Lovino cleared his throat, "I, um, don't know what to say..."
"Say you'll go out with me," Gilbert put his beer down on the table, and gripped the table with his hands, rather hard, "say you return my feelings. Say anything!"
Lovino stared at Gilbert for a while, before bringing a hand to said persons forehead, "Are you feeling okay? Did you have too much to drink? I'm not dragging your drunken ass home, you know."
Gilbert blinked. Oh boy. A disappointed wave washed over him. A gazed look planted on his face. Did this mean Lovino didn't accept his feelings? That took a Hell of a lot to say! Gilbert stood up, a painful smile on his face, "Oh, no. I really do like you, but looks like I missed my chance. Or, like I ever had one to begin with," he gave his best laugh, but even that sounded off.
He began walking to the door, but stopped when a hand grabbed the back of his shirt. Gilbert turned to see Lovino, all red and embarrassed, behind him, "Bastard," the Italian grumbled, "if you leave now, whose going to pay for the drinks? Whose going to take me home? Think things through, idiot."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, looked at Lovino up and down, then raised the other eyebrow, "You're not going to yell at me? After saying those corny ass things?"
Lovino shook his head slowly, "No. I told you, I don't like Antonio. Plus, your drunk."
Gilbert have a laugh, a real on this time, "I'm not drunk, Lovino."
"Well, I sure the Hell am," Lovino lied, dragging Gilbert out the door, tossing money to pay for the drinks, "and you're going to talk me home."
The Prussian allowed himself to be dragged. He soon caught up with Lovino, and took the lead, "How about we go somewhere more comfortable?"
