Gilbert put his head on the pillow. He was on Elizebeta's roommate's bed. She wasn't there, so she wouldn't mind.
"So..." Elizebeta looked at Gilbert. "What's with you? You looked real dazed when you were looking at him." she stared at him, waiting for an answer. Her eyes widened when he only looked away, his face tainted pink. "Gilly..." she was speaking softly to him, something the Hungarian rarely did. "It's completely safe here. Nobody else is here. Not Francis or Toni..." she rubbed his back calmingly. Elizebeta was almost like an older sister for Gilbert when Ludwig wasn't able to do anything. "I promise...you can say whatever you want." She petted his head affectionately.
"You know what? I can't understand!" he jolted up, looking right at her. "I hate algebra. It's stupid. It isn't awesome. It's the least awesome thing ever. If a cold shower can't do anything, say 'math' and it'll turn me off. You know that. Everyone does. Math is probably the worst thing ever invented. We didn't need math before, right? Of course I'm right, I'm Prussian. We as students don't need to know all that crap. If we need to know a math thing, we just go to Harvard and say, 'Use the pencil, you mathematician.' I have to be right because I'm Prussian and math isn't Prussian. It's French." Elizabeta stared at him, unsure of where all that came from. "I like math class."
"Woah, Gil! Snap out of it! It's okay! We'll get you to Tino, he takes psychology and he can help! Repeat after me-Prussians don't like math! Prussians don't like math! Prussians don't like math!" She shook him rapidly, fearing he had caught something or that the tree pollen was getting to him.
"E-liz-a-be-ta stop for a min-ute!" he pushed the brunette off of him. "I like the class, not the learny-stuff." she raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"But..." she sighed. "I don't know what you're trying to get at, to be honest." Gilbert stood up shakily, trying to stop his head from spinning.
"He's in my math class. Gunner. And every other class, too." he took in a shaky breath, staring at the floor for a moment. "Now, I figured math would be the best example. I never thought I would like anything relating to math. Ever. But..." he sat back on the bed. "I sorta like being there because he's there. I think he's a mathematician or something. He works so much faster than anyone in the whole class. Maybe even the school, I don't know. Mr. Lopez had trouble keeping him busy because he did the whole page in two minutes." Gilbert looked at Elizabeta, who was looking at him, confused. "It was so cute, though..." the tint of pink was back as he stared at the floor. "In cooking, he looked cute. In English, his poem was cute. For reading, he couldn't quite pronounce this one word, and he was sort of struggling with it, and that was cute, too." The Hungarian was starting to smile a fangirl smile. "Later, he was under that one willow tree, and he was tired I guess, and he fell asleep working. That was so cute too. Then we had history, and it was cute how he was rambling about how the Vikings really found North America." His voice was becoming increasingly softer, and he seemed more dazed with everything he said. "GAAAAAAH!"
"Eep!" Elizabeta jumped back. "Man...is he really that cute?"
"Since when do I sacrifice my consciousness for somebody else?" he questioned her. He sighed again, looking away to hide the pink on his cheeks. It was so strange. The fluttering in his stomach, the dizziness and blushing- it wasn't like him. But Gunner was so cute. He was captivating. What Gilbert had left out was gym. He felt his face grow warmer thinking about Gunner changing shyly in the corner of the locker room. It had been him blushing then, slipping off the red jacket and white button-down shirt more seductively than the Icelander knew. Gilbert had been watching the whole time, almost feeling like it was his own personal striptease. He shook his head and fell back onto the bed, starting to feel a bit guilty and a bit turned on by Gunner, who he barley knew.
Wow. At least that was normal Prussian behavior.
He decided he felt more turned on.
Gunner held his ankle tight, giving it as much pressure as it needed. He stared back up at the willow trees that seemed to be beckoning him to go back to his room. Had he noticed that the hill dropped suddenly to a rocky outcrop, he'd have been careful going down. The snow-haired boy looked down the forested beach area. Sure, it was dangerous, but there were places like that in Iceland, and he knew how to navigate around. He started down the beach, stopping by a cliff. Considering the height for a moment, he started up the steep climb to the top from a more slanted area.
Once he'd managed to get to the top, the view was beautiful. Gunner lay down on the ground, reaching up at the stars. He always did that, 'looked up at unreachable dreams. Dreams of eternal peace, a cooler breeze in summer, or a warmer sun in winter. He smiled softly, thinking everything over for a while. He'd most likely be there a while, only going back if it was near three in the morning.
Gunner feared that time more than anyone.
He wished his three AM dreams would all die, just go away forever. He only wanted to see water, fish swimming around. He wanted the blasts of color and glowing lights of fairies and sprites. He wanted to meet the flying mint bunny he had heard so much about from a British student. Gunner only wanted to hear what he needed to, whether he wanted to or not. He never wanted anything pulling at his sleeves again. Bliss...sunny, warm bliss... "How could I find it though?" he asked aloud to nobody at all. He reached out to the stars again, looking for a way to reach his dreams. No dream can stay gold forever.
Not even hallucinated ones.
A/N
All right! Another chapter!
Sorry if anyone seems OOC, I'm not always good at keeping them in character. I've been trying though. ^_^
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