Period 1 was always Gilbert's least favorite period. Not for any reason other than it was the only period he didn't have with Ludwig. He slumped into the english classroom and sat down, pulling out his book and hoping he could finish the homework he never got to do. After about 2 minutes, he noticed a shadow pass over his paper and the room quiet. He looked up, expecting to see the lard that was his English teacher, but instead saw Ivan, the oddly cold, childish boy who sat next to him.
"Uh... hey, Ivan," he said, looking up at the very tall Russian. Ivan smiled, slightly.
"Hello Gilbert," he said. Gilbert blinked as Ivan stared down at him. The German sneered.
"What?" he asked. He was never one to be friendly.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to prom with me," Ivan said cheerfully. Gilbert dropped his pencil.
"What?" he asked, not hiding the shock in his voice. Ivan simply blushed.
"Of course he doesn't, Ivan," a blonde boy, Alfred, said, wrapping his arm around Gilbert's neck and rubbing his head with his knuckles. "He's going with Ludwig!" The American spat, laughing hysterically along with his troupe of friends. Gilbert shrugged out from under him, turning red with anger.
"I am not!" Ludwig is my brother!" he said. but the group of boys kept laughing, and Ivan had already quietly taken his seat, looking down at his book. GIlbert defiantly stood up and sat on Ivan's desk. "Sure I'll go to prom with you Ivan." he said, making sure he was louder than the laughing boys. Ivan looked up and the room turned silent.
"Really, da?" the Russian asked. Gilbert just swallowed hard and nodded. Ivan smiled as the teacher waddled through the door, and the German boy jumped back into his chair, thinking only of Ludwign and how he would take the news.
The information naturally spread like wild fire. Gilbert barely got to his locker before he felt Ludwig's strong hand on his shoulder.
"Is it true?" he asked. Gilbert laughed uneasily, trying to lighten the mood.
"W-well yeah!: he said, smirking at the taller blonde. "I asked you this morning and you rejected me!" He smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw his brother's eyes. They weren't filled with anger, but with hurt and the edges were brimming with tears. "L-Lud?" Gilbert reached out for his hand, but Ludwig just turned away, running down he hallway, leaving Gilbert standing there alone,. The silver haired german sighed, deciding he'd talk to his step brother in a period or two, give him time.
But Ludwig wasn't in his next class, or the class after. GIlbert felt sick to his stomach with worry. It was his job, not his brother's, to skip class. At lunch time, Gilbert decided to swallow his pride and talk to Ludwig's dweeby friends. He walked up to the Italian who's name escaped him.
"Oh, he went home sick!" the brown hair boy smiled brightly.
"Sick?" Gilbert asked. Kiku, the japanese that was in Gilbert's gym class, nodded.
"I heard he wasn't feeling well right before 2nd period, so the teacher sent him to the nurse," Kiku said quietly. Gilbert couldn't believe it. He shook his head and backed away from the table. His brother never got sick. Let alone skip school because of it. Something was seriously wrong. He sank his head into his hands. He had seriously fucked up this time.
The rest of the day blurred by, Gilbert simply waiting until the last bell so he could get home to his brother. It seemed like everyone in the school came up and asked him about his prom-date with Ivan. He cringed more and more as the questions got more and more personal and the rumors got more and more false. By the end of the day, Gilbert found himself screaming at a girl he'd never met before that no, he didn't fuck Ivan over the weekend. Gilbert slammed his locker shut and soared down the stairs in the front of the school. He raced the wind down the ally to the house he shared with his brother. He grabbed the door handle and shoved it open, stumbling in and throwing his backpack on the ground next to the door. He ran upstairs, hopping five steps at a time.
"Lud?" he called as he ran up to the door and grabbed the door handle. He tried turning it, but it was locked. He tried again, catching his breath and rolling his eyes. "Real mature." He heard his brother moving, walking up to the door.
"What do you want?" Ludwig's voice sounded strange. Higher pitched and ragged, like he'd been crying. Gilbert sighed.
"I want to talk to you, you dweeb," he smirked, hoping Ludwig would be more humorous than before. Apparently, he wasn't.
"Fuck off," was the response Gilbert heard. That pissed him off. He beat on the door with the side of his fists.
"Don't tell me to fuck off! You're the one that didn't want to go to prom with me!" he yelled at the wall.
"Cause I don't want everyone to know about us!" Ludwig called back. "If there still is an 'us'!"
"Of course there is, you stupid bastard! You locked the fucking door!" Gilbert said, shaking the lock again. "Besids, I was doing it to protect us!" Gilbert listened for a yell back. Instead he heard Ludwig's soft voice.
"Protect how?" the blonde asked. Gilbert sighed.
"When Ivan asked me, I first said no. But then Alfred started telling kids it was because I was going with you," he explained, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't have a choice, Lud." THer wasn't a response fore a while. Gilbert thought he had won and waited for the lock to click and the door to pen, but it didn't.
"You could have said no, Gil," Ludwig siad. Gilbert clenched his fists, anger rising in him.
"GOTT, Ludwig! Stop being so FUCKING headstrong!" he screamed and stormed downstairs, threw open the front door and slammed it behind him before collapsing into sobs.