Roderich stumbled into his house, only to find Gilbert waiting there for him. "Roddy, what happened to you?" He asked with a tone of strong concern. "Who did this to you, was it your new partner? I'll kick his ass for you Roddy!"
Roderich gave his fattened, bloody lip a smile. "No, it was one of your rabid fangirls. If it weren't for Francis, I'm positive I would've been much worse."
Gilbert burst into laughter. "You got beaten up by a girl who wasn't Elizabeta?" It seemed that after approximately 30 seconds, he caught on to the second part "Francis? What were you doing with him?"
"He's my partner," Roderich explained. "For the music thing." He quickly added, to prevent any misunderstandings."
"Well, anyway, the awesome me has somewhere else to go!" He held himself up and exited. Roderich still didn't know why Gilbert kept up his over-confident act around Roderich. After all, the brunette was one of the few who knew about the German's insecurities.
Roderich walked through the empty gardens of the University. Most of the other students had already left for the Spring Vacation, and, like always, Roderich was the last one to leave. To be honest, he found the barren hallways and dormrooms fascinating. The Austrian took pleasure in hearing the echoes of every single one of his footsteps. However, he heard something else... Sobbing.
"Worthless... My own brother doesn't even expect anything from me! Am I meant to be nothing?" A familiar voice choked out. Roderich slowly walked to the source.
He was right. Sitting on the fountain was a very pale man with extremely light silver-blonde hair and crimson eyes, which were not visible for his head was buried in his knees. The man crying near the fountain was none other than Gilbert Beilschmidt. For the first time, the Austrian felt affection for the seemingly-arrogant German. He sat down next to Gilbert and wrapped an arm around him.
"I don't think you're worthless..." Roderich whispered softly into his ear. "Quite the opposite actually, I believe you have so much hidden potential. and you just don't know what to do with it."
Gilbert slowly picked his head up. "What do you want, Roderich? Come to make fun of me? Go ahead." He spat.
Roderich gave a small smile. "Why would I do that? Because you have emotions?" He felt this odd feeling churn inside him. He acted impulsively, not even realizing what he was doing. All of a sudden, the Austrian's lips met Gilbert's and a whole new door in his mind burst open. This man, whom Roderich swore was his enemy, had his heart.
That memory was engraved in his mind. It was the first time he had seen anything but arrogance from Gilbert. His train of thought was interrupted as the phone rang. "Hallo?" He answered.
"Hi Gilbert!" A familiar, peppy voice came from the other end. It was his cousin, Annaliese. "It's Annaliese, how is my love doing today?"
Her love is Gilbert? Roderich grinded his teeth. "So, why did you call the awesome me?" He said, trying to impersonate the German.
"What, a woman can't call her boyfriend?" The Austrian girl asked, flirtatious tones apparent in her voice. "Anyway, since you broke up with Roderich, I know you've been needing a place to stay. If he's kicked you out... Unless it's the other way around? Or are you two still living together?"
"I haven't managed to kick the prick out yet. Besides, where else would one of us go?" He asked.
"Well... I was thinking, since we've been together for quite a while, maybe you'd consider living with me?" She awkwardly proposed.
"How long has it been since Roderich and I split?"
"Ten months." Annaliese answered. "We've been dating for a year. You didn't tell ,e until you broke up with him, remember? Are you drunk, Gil? If so, hang up and call me back when you're sober. Until then, I love you." She hung up the phone, and left Roderich to sit alone in his anger.
"That lying, cheating, unfaithful bastard!" He shouted. "He's sleeping with my cousin!" You're in love with his best friend, an annoying voice in his head told him. That voice repeated over and over again getting louder and louder. "I'm no better... Maybe I shouldn't be so hasty... But he's cheated on me before! Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Well, he's not getting me again!" Roderich stormed into their room and packed most of his stuff into his suitcase and stormed out of the house.
The Austrian didn't know where he was headed, and just went where his mind and heart led him. He wound up knocking on the door of a familiar French manor. A handsome blonde man with blue eyes opened the door.
"Roderich!" Francis smiled. "What are you doing here? Come in."
Roderich bowed and walked into the foyer. "He crossed the line. Annaliese called for him..." The Frenchman's lips formed into a pout as he grabbed Roderich and held him.
"It's okay," He whispered in his ear. "You can stay here, mon cher."
Roderich nodded, and kissed Francis lightly. When the two of them walked into the main room, he saw Antonio sitting on the couch. "Francis, who was at the door?" He looked at Roderich and his eyes narrowed. "It's you... Come to mess with another one of my friends? What, was Gilbert not enough?"
Roderich and Antonio didn't get along too well, and the Austrian was one of the few whom the Spaniard was bitter towards. "I came to Francis because your little friend Gilbert was sleeping with my cousin."
Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever considered the reason why Gilbert's always sleeping around is because you're not an adequate lover?" He turned to Francis and smiled cheerily. "I was wondering what I should -"
He was cut off because the Austrian lunged at him. "You little bastard!" He yelled, wanting to stranlge the green-eyed Spanish man. "Don't make this my fault!" Antonio shoved Roderich off of him and boxed him in the face. Francis winded up playing peacemaker and pulling Roderich away.
"Thank you, Francis," Antonio grinned. "Anyway, I should be going, adios~" He waved good-bye and left.
He found himself walking into the kitchen, observing what he had in stock. There were many baking supplies in the cabinets. He pulled out a few and decided to make a cake. The brunette reached into the fridge, pulled out eggs and milk and set them down on the marble counter. He was reaching for the flour when arms wrapped around his waist. Roderich tensed up at the touch before a warm breath tickled his ear.
"Don't worry, it's just me," Francis soothed him. "Anyway, would you care for a tour of the house? It's pretty big."
"Sure, I don't want to get lost wandering the halls." Roderich held out his hand. Just when Francis was about to grab it, the phone started to ring.
"It's Gilbert..." Francis sighed, and answered it. The blonde put the phone on speaker so both of them could hear what he was saying.
"Francis! You have to help me!" Gilbert sounded like a wreck. Loud sobs came through the phone. "Roderich's missing! I can't find him, he left no note or anything! Something may have happened to him... Do you know where he is? I already called Elizabeta and Ludwig and Feliciano and none of them have seen him!"
Francis cast a look over to Roderich, who violently shook his head. Francis sighed. "No, I haven't seen him. I'm sorry."
"Dear God, help me..." Gilbert muttered before ending the call.
Roderich stared down at the ground. "He's looking for me... I left without a word. I wanted to see if he'd care."
"And now that you know he does?" Francis raised an eyebrow as he spoke.
"It still changes nothing." Roderich told him and started to walk back into the living room. He noticed the picture of a girl with short hair and a daring look in her eyes.
"That's my Jeanne." Francis had a sad expressionon his face. "She's no longer with us..."
The Austrian wrapped his arms around the Frenchman. "I'm sorry, it must be terrible to lose someone you love. Is that how Gilbert feels?" Francis nodded. "I need to go to him, don't I?" Another nod and the two men walked to the foyer. Before they opened the door, Francis killed him into a passionate kiss, which the Austrian gladly returned.
Kissing Francis was much different than kissing Gilbert. With Francis, it was sweet and sensual, not ravenous and lust-filled. There was no fighting for dominance. It was harmonious and pleasureable. He wasn't sure how long they stayed in that state of bliss, but Roderich felt the oddest sense of paranoia. He pulled away from the blonde Frenchman and stared at the open door.
Gilbert was standing there, dark rings clearly visible under his crimson eyes. Roderich was almost positive he saw a glint of tears welling up inside of them.
"Gilbert..." Was all the Austrian could manage to spit out before the German turned and ran away.
"Are you going to chase after him?" Francis asked, letting go of the brunette's hand, as if the usually daring and bold Frenchman had suddenly become insecure.
"No," Roderich told him and grabbed his hand again. "In fact, I'd like that tour."
*Gilbert's POV*
How could he just disappear? Where is he? Gilbert had been running around like a madman searching for his boyfriend. Usually when Roderich left the house he left a note saying where he had gone. The Austrian liked things calm and peaceful, tying up loose ends. Francis would help him look.
The German didn't bother knocking when he arrived at the large, French manor. He wasn't a very patient person and his mind was buzzing with tragic thoughts. Gilbert had found Roderich locked tightly in an embrace with Francis, kissing him rather passionately.
The sight made Gilbert feel almost too weak to stand. He felt blood rushing through him, although he was almost postive his heart had shriveled and blackened. Roderich had been his first, and only, love. Sure, he had had a few flings but he was mad for Roderich... Had Roderich found out? I am an unawesome bastard... No wonder Roderich cheated on me. An eye for an eye, I suppose...
The brunette had eventually pulled away and his purple eyes opened wide. "Gilbert..." Roderich said. The German couldn't stand the sight of him anymore and just ran away from the house. Francis could have Roderich, he seemed happier.
He now walked through the city, kicking a few pieces of litter that crossed his path. Gilbert looked at a jewelers advertising their custom-made wedding and engagement rings. A pretty brunette merrily skipped out of the store.
"Gilbert!" Annaliese's eyes seemed to light up. "I made reservations to Vestibul at 7:30. I have a big announcement." She winked and hugged the blonde.
He was going to refuse, but the look in her violet eyes reminded him so much of Roderich. "Sure..." He mumbled. "The awesome me will see you then." His voice was quiet and in a flat, sad monotone.
"Are you okay, Gil?" She asked, wrapping her arm around him. "How about you stop at my place for a bit? I always keep your favourite beer handy." She gave him a small smile.
"I'm fine," Gilbert told her. "But, I guess having you in my presence won't hurt."
Annaliese's house made Gilbert feel so out-of-place. He was afraid to touch anything. Everything there was so fragile, so delicate and extremely expensive. The German was afraid that if he were to touch any one of the delicate trinkets, he would ruin and destroy it. Gilbert liked feeling comfortable where he was, and not being petrified of stepping in the wrong place.
"I'm going to go get ready in my room," Annaliese told him. "There's snacks on the platter in the kitchen. Don't get any ideas and think about coming in."
Gilbert very precociously walked to the kitchen and sure enough, there was a nice little platter of homemade snacks. The longer he was left alone, the more the German began to think of Roderich. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He glared at the label that read "non-alcoholic". Of course it was... He opened the bottle and drank anyway, hoping it would help him forget his sorrows.
Gilbert looked at himself in the mirror. He was in no shape to go out, with his messy hair and shabby clothes. Annaliese ran out to the living room, where Gilbert's jaw seemed to drop open. She was dressed in an amazing violet gown, which only made her eyes seem like amethysts. The gown beautifully hugged her slim figure, then flowed out. Her dark chocolate hair was in a purposely-messy bun.
"Gilbert?" She smiled. "How do I look?"
"Amazing," Gilbert replied, his eyes still trailing over every feature of the girl. He realized that he looked so rugged in his dirty clothes. "I have nothing nice to change into..." He told her awkwardly.
"Nonsense!" Annaliese smiled. "I've one of your suits in your drawer." She started to walk to her room, before the Austrian briefly paused. "Well, are you coming? Or would you rather just get get undressed in my large windowed living room?"
Gilbert made a rude hand gesture, but eventually gave in. He walked into her room, which was exactly like the rest of her house. It was pristine, and quite delicate looking. One of his only suits was laid neatly on the bed. Annaliese's entire house seemed to be either red, white, black or violet. Every room had a colour or two and her room just happened to be a deep purple and white. Gilbert slipped off his normal clothes, earning a snicker from Annaliese.
"What's amusing you? I have an awesome body." He faced her, flexing his muscles. "Besides, you've seen it before."
"Little birdie undergarments. How classy, Gilbert." Annaliese raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Shut up, I'm still awesome, okay?" Gilbert smirked while putting on his neat, black trousers. The German then slipped on the silky, white dress shirt, attempting to properly button it.
"Come here, you idiot," the brunette rose from her seat. She undid the improperly fastened buttons and observed his stomach, tracing her long, fragile fingers across a thin scar. Her violet eyes then became saddened, as if her mind was flashing back to a tragic memory. "I did that to you. I remember. I tore and flawed such perfect skin." She placed a soft kiss on his lips, leaving the feeling lingering there for a few seconds after she sheepishly pulled away.
"What's wrong Anna?" Gilbert asked, noticing her somber expression. "Come on, that was forever ago. I think it makes me look tougher." He cupped her face in his hands. "Of course, I won't tell anyone it was from a usually-prissy girl." He joked, but earned a slap from his lover.
"Anyway, we should get going, are you driving, or am I?" She answered her own question. "You drive there, I'll drive home. You might be a bit tipsy by the end of the night." She entered the car, and allowed Gilbert to drive away.
Vestibul was a nice place. No wonder Annaliese went through such lengths to get Gilbert to dress nicely. She elegantly walked into the restaurant. "Reservation under Edelstein."
"Which one?" The man asked, checking his paper. "There are two Edelsteins. I assume you're Annaliese, not Roderich?"
Gilbert's heart quickened. Roderich had arranged a date here as well. "Dammit... Just my luck," He murmured under his breath. "Excuse me, I just need to make a quick phone call."
The German walked outside and dialed Roderich's number. He counted two rings before an answer came from the other end.
"Hallo?" Roderich answered. Gilbert felt the oddest mixture of ecstasy, anger and regret when he heard the man's voice. "Gilbert?"
"I think you know I'm aware of your little affair with Francis," He said through clenched teeth.
"I assumed so, and I know about Matthew, and Annaliese. I know those were just the serious relationships, but how many little flings have you had, Gil? How many people were you with during me? Five? Ten?" The Austrian started yelling as he continued to speak.
"Anyway, I called to tell you that Annaliese and I made reservations at Vestibul tonight. You can't go." Gilbert asserted.
"What do you mean 'I can't go'? I made the reservations for Francis and I and we're going, whether you like it or not. You don't own me anymore, Gilbert. If it helps, I'll lie to my cousin and say that what you told her was true. Now, goodbye Gilbert." Roderich hung up the phone.
Gilbert sighed. At least Roderich wouldn't tell Annaliese about the lies he told. Dammit, Gilbert was a terrible person. Gilbert walked back to the table, Annaliese was telling something to the waiter who grinned and said something to her before hurrying off. Gilbert gestured to the man.
"What was that?"
"Nothing! He was just taking our orders for what we'd like to drink, Gil!~' she almost sang. She smiled brightly. "Anyway, Gilbert, there's-" sh broke off as the waiter came back with drinks.
"A beer for the gentleman, and an Iced tea for the lovely lady." Gilbert nodded his thanks at the man and waved him away.
"So, you wanted to tell the awesome me something, Anna?' he asked, gesturing her to go on as he picked up his beer.
"Yes, but I'd prefer it if you set down the beer so you will not spit it out after I've told you." Gilbert raised an eyebrow at that but did as she told him to.
"So, I accidentally murdered someone," She slowly said.
"What?!" Gilbert's red eyes grew wide with shock.
"Just kidding! I actually created a life, and you helped..." The Austrian said awkwardly.
"What are you trying to say?"
"So much for delicately dancing around the subject." Annaliese rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant... with your child." She gave a small, nervous smile. "Surprise?"Roderich stumbled into his house, only to find Gilbert waiting there for him. "Roddy, what happened to you?" He asked with a tone of strong concern. "Who did this to you, was it your new partner? I'll kick his ass for you Roddy!"
Roderich gave his fattened, bloody lip a smile. "No, it was one of your rabid fangirls. If it weren't for Francis, I'm positive I would've been much worse."
Gilbert burst into laughter. "You got beaten up by a girl who wasn't Elizabeta?" It seemed that after approximately 30 seconds, he caught on to the second part "Francis? What were you doing with him?"
"He's my partner," Roderich explained. "For the music thing." He quickly added, to prevent any misunderstandings."
"Well, anyway, the awesome me has somewhere else to go!" He held himself up and exited. Roderich still didn't know why Gilbert kept up his over-confident act around Roderich. After all, the brunette was one of the few who knew about the German's insecurities.
Roderich walked through the empty gardens of the University. Most of the other students had already left for the Spring Vacation, and, like always, Roderich was the last one to leave. To be honest, he found the barren hallways and dormrooms fascinating. The Austrian took pleasure in hearing the echoes of every single one of his footsteps. However, he heard something else... Sobbing.
"Worthless... My own brother doesn't even expect anything from me! Am I meant to be nothing?" A familiar voice choked out. Roderich slowly walked to the source.
He was right. Sitting on the fountain was a very pale man with extremely light silver-blonde hair and crimson eyes, which were not visible for his head was buried in his knees. The man crying near the fountain was none other than Gilbert Beilschmidt. For the first time, the Austrian felt affection for the seemingly-arrogant German. He sat down next to Gilbert and wrapped an arm around him.
"I don't think you're worthless..." Roderich whispered softly into his ear. "Quite the opposite actually, I believe you have so much hidden potential. and you just don't know what to do with it."
Gilbert slowly picked his head up. "What do you want, Roderich? Come to make fun of me? Go ahead." He spat.
Roderich gave a small smile. "Why would I do that? Because you have emotions?" He felt this odd feeling churn inside him. He acted impulsively, not even realizing what he was doing. All of a sudden, the Austrian's lips met Gilbert's and a whole new door in his mind burst open. This man, whom Roderich swore was his enemy, had his heart.
That memory was engraved in his mind. It was the first time he had seen anything but arrogance from Gilbert. His train of thought was interrupted as the phone rang. "Hallo?" He answered.
"Hi Gilbert!" A familiar, peppy voice came from the other end. It was his cousin, Annaliese. "It's Annaliese, how is my love doing today?"
Her love is Gilbert? Roderich grinded his teeth. "So, why did you call the awesome me?" He said, trying to impersonate the German.
"What, a woman can't call her boyfriend?" The Austrian girl asked, flirtatious tones apparent in her voice. "Anyway, since you broke up with Roderich, I know you've been needing a place to stay. If he's kicked you out... Unless it's the other way around? Or are you two still living together?"
"I haven't managed to kick the prick out yet. Besides, where else would one of us go?" He asked.
"Well... I was thinking, since we've been together for quite a while, maybe you'd consider living with me?" She awkwardly proposed.
"How long has it been since Roderich and I split?"
"Ten months." Annaliese answered. "We've been dating for a year. You didn't tell ,e until you broke up with him, remember? Are you drunk, Gil? If so, hang up and call me back when you're sober. Until then, I love you." She hung up the phone, and left Roderich to sit alone in his anger.
"That lying, cheating, unfaithful bastard!" He shouted. "He's sleeping with my cousin!" You're in love with his best friend, an annoying voice in his head told him. That voice repeated over and over again getting louder and louder. "I'm no better... Maybe I shouldn't be so hasty... But he's cheated on me before! Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. Well, he's not getting me again!" Roderich stormed into their room and packed most of his stuff into his suitcase and stormed out of the house.
The Austrian didn't know where he was headed, and just went where his mind and heart led him. He wound up knocking on the door of a familiar French manor. A handsome blonde man with blue eyes opened the door.
"Roderich!" Francis smiled. "What are you doing here? Come in."
Roderich bowed and walked into the foyer. "He crossed the line. Annaliese called for him..." The Frenchman's lips formed into a pout as he grabbed Roderich and held him.
"It's okay," He whispered in his ear. "You can stay here, mon cher."
Roderich nodded, and kissed Francis lightly. When the two of them walked into the main room, he saw Antonio sitting on the couch. "Francis, who was at the door?" He looked at Roderich and his eyes narrowed. "It's you... Come to mess with another one of my friends? What, was Gilbert not enough?"
Roderich and Antonio didn't get along too well, and the Austrian was one of the few whom the Spaniard was bitter towards. "I came to Francis because your little friend Gilbert was sleeping with my cousin."
Antonio raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever considered the reason why Gilbert's always sleeping around is because you're not an adequate lover?" He turned to Francis and smiled cheerily. "I was wondering what I should -"
He was cut off because the Austrian lunged at him. "You little bastard!" He yelled, wanting to stranlge the green-eyed Spanish man. "Don't make this my fault!" Antonio shoved Roderich off of him and boxed him in the face. Francis winded up playing peacemaker and pulling Roderich away.
"Thank you, Francis," Antonio grinned. "Anyway, I should be going, adios~" He waved good-bye and left.
He found himself walking into the kitchen, observing what he had in stock. There were many baking supplies in the cabinets. He pulled out a few and decided to make a cake. The brunette reached into the fridge, pulled out eggs and milk and set them down on the marble counter. He was reaching for the flour when arms wrapped around his waist. Roderich tensed up at the touch before a warm breath tickled his ear.
"Don't worry, it's just me," Francis soothed him. "Anyway, would you care for a tour of the house? It's pretty big."
"Sure, I don't want to get lost wandering the halls." Roderich held out his hand. Just when Francis was about to grab it, the phone started to ring.
"It's Gilbert..." Francis sighed, and answered it. The blonde put the phone on speaker so both of them could hear what he was saying.
"Francis! You have to help me!" Gilbert sounded like a wreck. Loud sobs came through the phone. "Roderich's missing! I can't find him, he left no note or anything! Something may have happened to him... Do you know where he is? I already called Elizabeta and Ludwig and Feliciano and none of them have seen him!"
Francis cast a look over to Roderich, who violently shook his head. Francis sighed. "No, I haven't seen him. I'm sorry."
"Dear God, help me..." Gilbert muttered before ending the call.
Roderich stared down at the ground. "He's looking for me... I left without a word. I wanted to see if he'd care."
"And now that you know he does?" Francis raised an eyebrow as he spoke.
"It still changes nothing." Roderich told him and started to walk back into the living room. He noticed the picture of a girl with short hair and a daring look in her eyes.
"That's my Jeanne." Francis had a sad expressionon his face. "She's no longer with us..."
The Austrian wrapped his arms around the Frenchman. "I'm sorry, it must be terrible to lose someone you love. Is that how Gilbert feels?" Francis nodded. "I need to go to him, don't I?" Another nod and the two men walked to the foyer. Before they opened the door, Francis killed him into a passionate kiss, which the Austrian gladly returned.
Kissing Francis was much different than kissing Gilbert. With Francis, it was sweet and sensual, not ravenous and lust-filled. There was no fighting for dominance. It was harmonious and pleasureable. He wasn't sure how long they stayed in that state of bliss, but Roderich felt the oddest sense of paranoia. He pulled away from the blonde Frenchman and stared at the open door.
Gilbert was standing there, dark rings clearly visible under his crimson eyes. Roderich was almost positive he saw a glint of tears welling up inside of them.
"Gilbert..." Was all the Austrian could manage to spit out before the German turned and ran away.
"Are you going to chase after him?" Francis asked, letting go of the brunette's hand, as if the usually daring and bold Frenchman had suddenly become insecure.
"No," Roderich told him and grabbed his hand again. "In fact, I'd like that tour."
*Gilbert's POV*
How could he just disappear? Where is he? Gilbert had been running around like a madman searching for his boyfriend. Usually when Roderich left the house he left a note saying where he had gone. The Austrian liked things calm and peaceful, tying up loose ends. Francis would help him look.
The German didn't bother knocking when he arrived at the large, French manor. He wasn't a very patient person and his mind was buzzing with tragic thoughts. Gilbert had found Roderich locked tightly in an embrace with Francis, kissing him rather passionately.
The sight made Gilbert feel almost too weak to stand. He felt blood rushing through him, although he was almost postive his heart had shriveled and blackened. Roderich had been his first, and only, love. Sure, he had had a few flings but he was mad for Roderich... Had Roderich found out? I am an unawesome bastard... No wonder Roderich cheated on me. An eye for an eye, I suppose...
The brunette had eventually pulled away and his purple eyes opened wide. "Gilbert..." Roderich said. The German couldn't stand the sight of him anymore and just ran away from the house. Francis could have Roderich, he seemed happier.
He now walked through the city, kicking a few pieces of litter that crossed his path. Gilbert looked at a jewelers advertising their custom-made wedding and engagement rings. A pretty brunette merrily skipped out of the store.
"Gilbert!" Annaliese's eyes seemed to light up. "I made reservations to Vestibul at 7:30. I have a big announcement." She winked and hugged the blonde.
He was going to refuse, but the look in her violet eyes reminded him so much of Roderich. "Sure..." He mumbled. "The awesome me will see you then." His voice was quiet and in a flat, sad monotone.
"Are you okay, Gil?" She asked, wrapping her arm around him. "How about you stop at my place for a bit? I always keep your favourite beer handy." She gave him a small smile.
"I'm fine," Gilbert told her. "But, I guess having you in my presence won't hurt."
Annaliese's house made Gilbert feel so out-of-place. He was afraid to touch anything. Everything there was so fragile, so delicate and extremely expensive. The German was afraid that if he were to touch any one of the delicate trinkets, he would ruin and destroy it. Gilbert liked feeling comfortable where he was, and not being petrified of stepping in the wrong place.
"I'm going to go get ready in my room," Annaliese told him. "There's snacks on the platter in the kitchen. Don't get any ideas and think about coming in."
Gilbert very precociously walked to the kitchen and sure enough, there was a nice little platter of homemade snacks. The longer he was left alone, the more the German began to think of Roderich. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He glared at the label that read "non-alcoholic". Of course it was... He opened the bottle and drank anyway, hoping it would help him forget his sorrows.
Gilbert looked at himself in the mirror. He was in no shape to go out, with his messy hair and shabby clothes. Annaliese ran out to the living room, where Gilbert's jaw seemed to drop open. She was dressed in an amazing violet gown, which only made her eyes seem like amethysts. The gown beautifully hugged her slim figure, then flowed out. Her dark chocolate hair was in a purposely-messy bun.
"Gilbert?" She smiled. "How do I look?"
"Amazing," Gilbert replied, his eyes still trailing over every feature of the girl. He realized that he looked so rugged in his dirty clothes. "I have nothing nice to change into..." He told her awkwardly.
"Nonsense!" Annaliese smiled. "I've one of your suits in your drawer." She started to walk to her room, before the Austrian briefly paused. "Well, are you coming? Or would you rather just get get undressed in my large windowed living room?"
Gilbert made a rude hand gesture, but eventually gave in. He walked into her room, which was exactly like the rest of her house. It was pristine, and quite delicate looking. One of his only suits was laid neatly on the bed. Annaliese's entire house seemed to be either red, white, black or violet. Every room had a colour or two and her room just happened to be a deep purple and white. Gilbert slipped off his normal clothes, earning a snicker from Annaliese.
"What's amusing you? I have an awesome body." He faced her, flexing his muscles. "Besides, you've seen it before."
"Little birdie undergarments. How classy, Gilbert." Annaliese raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Shut up, I'm still awesome, okay?" Gilbert smirked while putting on his neat, black trousers. The German then slipped on the silky, white dress shirt, attempting to properly button it.
"Come here, you idiot," the brunette rose from her seat. She undid the improperly fastened buttons and observed his stomach, tracing her long, fragile fingers across a thin scar. Her violet eyes then became saddened, as if her mind was flashing back to a tragic memory. "I did that to you. I remember. I tore and flawed such perfect skin." She placed a soft kiss on his lips, leaving the feeling lingering there for a few seconds after she sheepishly pulled away.
"What's wrong Anna?" Gilbert asked, noticing her somber expression. "Come on, that was forever ago. I think it makes me look tougher." He cupped her face in his hands. "Of course, I won't tell anyone it was from a usually-prissy girl." He joked, but earned a slap from his lover.
"Anyway, we should get going, are you driving, or am I?" She answered her own question. "You drive there, I'll drive home. You might be a bit tipsy by the end of the night." She entered the car, and allowed Gilbert to drive away.
Vestibul was a nice place. No wonder Annaliese went through such lengths to get Gilbert to dress nicely. She elegantly walked into the restaurant. "Reservation under Edelstein."
"Which one?" The man asked, checking his paper. "There are two Edelsteins. I assume you're Annaliese, not Roderich?"
Gilbert's heart quickened. Roderich had arranged a date here as well. "Dammit... Just my luck," He murmured under his breath. "Excuse me, I just need to make a quick phone call."
The German walked outside and dialed Roderich's number. He counted two rings before an answer came from the other end.
"Hallo?" Roderich answered. Gilbert felt the oddest mixture of ecstasy, anger and regret when he heard the man's voice. "Gilbert?"
"I think you know I'm aware of your little affair with Francis," He said through clenched teeth.
"I assumed so, and I know about Matthew, and Annaliese. I know those were just the serious relationships, but how many little flings have you had, Gil? How many people were you with during me? Five? Ten?" The Austrian started yelling as he continued to speak.
"Anyway, I called to tell you that Annaliese and I made reservations at Vestibul tonight. You can't go." Gilbert asserted.
"What do you mean 'I can't go'? I made the reservations for Francis and I and we're going, whether you like it or not. You don't own me anymore, Gilbert. If it helps, I'll lie to my cousin and say that what you told her was true. Now, goodbye Gilbert." Roderich hung up the phone.
Gilbert sighed. At least Roderich wouldn't tell Annaliese about the lies he told. Dammit, Gilbert was a terrible person. Gilbert walked back to the table, Annaliese was telling something to the waiter who grinned and said something to her before hurrying off. Gilbert gestured to the man.
"What was that?"
"Nothing! He was just taking our orders for what we'd like to drink, Gil!~' she almost sang. She smiled brightly. "Anyway, Gilbert, there's-" sh broke off as the waiter came back with drinks.
"A beer for the gentleman, and an Iced tea for the lovely lady." Gilbert nodded his thanks at the man and waved him away.
"So, you wanted to tell the awesome me something, Anna?' he asked, gesturing her to go on as he picked up his beer.
"Yes, but I'd prefer it if you set down the beer so you will not spit it out after I've told you." Gilbert raised an eyebrow at that but did as she told him to.
"So, I accidentally murdered someone," She slowly said.
"What?!" Gilbert's red eyes grew wide with shock.
"Just kidding! I actually created a life, and you helped..." The Austrian said awkwardly.
"What are you trying to say?"
"So much for delicately dancing around the subject." Annaliese rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant... with your child." She gave a small, nervous smile. "Surprise?"