The Dark Side of the Wall
Chapter Two
He didn't ask for any food when they got back to her house, just to use her bathroom. Pointing him to the restroom she dug through her pantry, hoping to find something extra for him to eat. Feeling her own stomach growl she was happy when she found some old potatoes, which she hastily put in a pot to boil.
As the gas in the stove sputtered to life she caught the sound of the bathroom water running. Finding herself at a loss of things to do and curiosity taking the better of her she peered into the crack of the slightly ajar bathroom door.
She found Gilbert bent over the sink, washing the street grime from his face. His shirt was removed with his bare back facing her. Her eyes widened at what she saw, fresh angry red scars marred his back crisscrossing over older wounds. It looked painful, making her own back muscles twitch.
Turning off the water he straightened his posture and caught sight of her in the mirror's reflection. His pale face was a motley of emotions.
"Ivan?" she asked timidly, concern written on her face.
"Can you think of any other Commie bastard who would?" he said gruffly shrugging his shirt back on.
Elizabeta sighed silently. He was never one to open up. "Can I ask why he would?"
Gilbert painfully cleared his throat before answering. "Its because I won't do as he says, because I won't submit." He turned away from her coughing harshly into his hand, hiding what his palm held.
"Why won't you? Your only hurting yourself Gilbert!" She could easily see that he was in pain, in more ways then one. She didn't mean to sound submissive and obedient, she just didn't want to see him so hurt and broken.
"Does it look like I care?" he retorted.
"Well you should! Last time I checked your brother was waiting for you on the other side of the wall. Imagine how he would feel if he tore it down to find you dead because of your stupid pride and ignorance!" She didn't realize how defensive she was getting, then again Ludwig wouldn't be the only one devastated by Gilbert's death.
"Luddy will be fine, I'm just an annoying sibling to him. Why do you care so much anyway? The minute that vodka loving idiot lets you go you'll be running back to that Austrain ass like you always do!" he retorted once more, this time with anger apparent in his voice.
Elizabeta wanted to hit him, punch him, knock some sense into him. Her fingers itched for the handle of her cast iron frying pan that she so often wielded. Yet she restrained herself. Her only weapon was her words now. "Would you just shut up Gilbert! Roderich and I are over! We've been divorced for decades now! Everyone seems to know that but you!"
"Oh please! You said yourself that your far from those you love!"
"I was talking about my friends, of course you wouldn't know what I was talking about since you don't have any. Your only ally was your brother and frankly it seems that was the only reason why! Ever since I've met you Gilbert you've been this arrogant, narcissistic asshole , who just gets on every bodies nerves."
Just as she finished speaking the water on the stove began to boil over, starchy white foam hissing as it spilled over onto the burner.
Elizabeta rushed to the kitchen, turning down the heat, letting the boil slowly subside. Turning away from the stove she found Gilbert standing right behind her. His face was impossible to read and Elizabeta felt her breath catch in her throat. Gazing directly at her he only said, "Why do you care so much?"
A/N: And that is the second chapter! Hope you enjoyed! Don't know when I can update again, hopefully soon! Until then please enjoy and leave a review! All feedback is welcome! Thanks!