A few weeks later

Gilbert looked up at the giant calendar on the wall and frowned solemn frown.

"2 weeks…" he thought quietly. He then let out a long sigh and readjusted the strap of his back pack on his shoulder. He stood there lost in thought, which made it even more surprising when he was violently tackled to the floor. In a panicked response he began to flail around insanely to no avail, a pair of tanned arms kept him pinned.

"Geez, someone's on edge today." Antonio laughed. Gilbert fumed as he sat up; punching the Spaniard hard on the arm. Quietly he stood back up and continued to look up at the calendar. His friends looked at him, and then back at each other, confused.

"Gilbert, are you ok mi ami?" The Frenchman asked gently, placing a hand on Gilbert's shoulder. Gilbert suddenly returned back to earth a quickly whipped around.

"W-what are you t-t-talking about Francis? I'm fine! The awesome me is fine! Kesesese lets go to our lockers!" he responded in a shaky rushed voice as he led his friends up the stairs to the storage units. But as he walked ahead that same serious look spread across his face. His school days were numbered. There were no more games, no more tomorrows, and certainly no more time to wait. He sighed, but was brought out of his trance by another tap on his shoulder.

"That's…not your locker Gilbert." Antonio said quietly. "That's a vending machine."

Gilbert looked down, and realized he had been staring deeply into a vending machine for about 5 minutes. He shook it off and began to laugh in order to relieve the tension, but his friends continued to stare at him with concern.

"You guys wait here; I'll go get my stuff!" Gilbert called out a little too loudly. Once out of sight Francis turned to Antonio

"What's wrong with him?" he questioned, Antonio just shrugged. Francis sighed and scratched his stubbled chin.

"Well, I'm sure we'll get it out of him tonight." Francis said with a small smile.

"Maybe our amigo has low blood sugar…" Antonio thought out loud "I'll give him a tomate!" Antonio shrieked with happiness as he whipped one of the red fruits out from his back-pack and ran in the direction the gilbert had travelled in. Francis sighed again, but not one of concern this time, one of amusement.

"Elizabeth? I asked if you understand."

Elizabeth heard the voice, but couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. She sat on that familiar red couch, her mouth pressed in a hard line and her eyes wide and staring ahead at nothing.

"Elizabeth!" the voice said louder, shaking her from her trance, she looked up at her father. His worn face full of worry and stern-ness. With a small sigh she looked down at her hands in her lap and took a deep breath.

"I understand." She said in a small weak voice. The room was silent for a while, the only sound came from the clock on the wall. Tick tok tick tok. Seconds seemed like hours as the world stood still. No one breathed and no one moved. The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor as he walked away was first to interrupt the silence.

"…Good." Was all he said as he walked away, leaving her there alone to contemplate her fate. She sat still, very still. Staring down at her hands as if trying to memorize them, but really, not looking at anything at all. Her mind had gone blank and all her life seemed to fade away. Her future plans, her dreams, all gone. As she slowly returned to reality she lifted her head to stare at that clock. Tick tok tick tok. And with a shuttering breath she let out a mournful sob as she crumpled like a piece of wet paper to the floor.

"WOO~ YEAH!" Gilbert screamed as he lifted the plastic guitar above his head and began to "victory dance" around the room.

"Who's awesome, I'm awesome! Woo woo woo~" he continued to sing as he threw the controller to the ground and began to poke his opponent in the face with his fingers of awesome.

"Who cares it's just a stupid game!" Francis protested, removing the controller from around his neck.

"Stupid cause you're a loooooossssseeer." Gilbert sang to his friend as he and Antonio laughed loudly. Francis just pouted and crossed his arms and legs in a huff. Gilbert always beat him at guitar hero; he must have rigged the game!

"Well you seem to be in a much better mood amigo!" Antonio called to gilbert as they laughed. Francis agreed with a nod, crawling over to the two boys sprawled out on the floor, laughing uncontrollably.

"The awesome me never has a bad mood!" Gilbert protested.

"NO, something was up earlier, what was getting to you?" Francis insisted. Gilbert went quiet as both stared at him.

"I-it's nothing!" Gilbert protested with a smile. "It's all good, nothing to worry about!" Gilbert insisted, shoving the Frenchman off of him and sitting up, leaning against the sofa.

"a-ha! So you admit it was something!" Antonio interjected as he flopped down on the sofa.

"What is it Gilbert, you can tell us!" France pleaded, poking his German friend in the face. Gilbert remained silent, as if contemplating. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, they heard a small creak as the door was opened.

"Bruder…" the disheveled German muttered in a sleepy voice. Prussia grinned.

"Hey, wassup west? It's 3 o'clock in the morning shouldn't you be asleep!" he said in a demanding brotherly tone. Ludwig glared at his brother as he stepped into the room.

"I was just about to say the same to you. You three are too noisy." He said in a blunt voice. "You've waken all of us up. Now please, go to sleep!" Ludwig pleaded. Prussia scoffed in response, but Ludwig continued to glare.

"F-Fine! Come on you guys." Prussia cried out as he gave up, and led his friends to their sleeping spot.

"Ve…hi Gilbert." A quiet voice called from Ludwig's room. Gilbert grinned.

"Oh, Hi Feli. Hi Kiku." He said, aiming towards the Japanese boy on the chair. Kiku nodded and turned back to his magazine. After another glare from Ludwig, Gilbert continued to lead his friends to his room

A few short minutes later the lights were off and the infamous trio was almost asleep. That is, until Francis interjected.

"So, what is on your mind gilbert?" Francis questioned.

"Go to sleep Francis." Gilbert responded in a tired voice.

"Oh come on, tell us." Antonio added as he sat up and looked at his two friends.

"It's nothing you guys! Just go to sleep!" Gilbert cried out as he flipped over onto his stomach.

"Is it finals? College? Ludwig? A girl?-" Antonio listed, but was interrupted by Gilbert sitting up into a. He seemed to have been particularly agitated by the last idea.

"Its. Nothing." He insisted.

"Ooooooh, it is a girl!" Antonio said with a giggle.

"NO! It's fine, just drop it!" Gilbert said as he tossed his pillow at Antonio and flopped back down. After a few moments of silence, Francis slowly sat up as well.

"Is it Lizzy?" Francis questioned innocently. Gilbert then flew up, face red and eyes wide.

"W-what? Don't be stupid F-F-Francis!" Gilbert said in a similar way to the way he spoke that afternoon.

"Oh Please Gilbert, We're not idiots! We've seen how you look at her! You like her don't you!" Francis prodded as he scooted closer to Gilbert.

"I-I do not Like Lizzy!" Gilbert sputtered, but his tone told another story.

"Gilbert." Francis said in a stern voice with a hard expression on his face. All went quiet.

How did they know? He thought he had been so secretive about it. And no, he did not like Lizzy. He loved her. With all his heart he loved her. At first it had been like sibling love. She was his best friend and they hung out all the time. But then, around freshman year, things began to change. Lizzy had gone away to summer camp that summer, and when she had returned, she was completely different from what he had remembered. No longer was her hair up in a boring pony tail, But it was long and flowing. Her cheeks, instead of dirt, had blush on them. Her oversized Khaki pants had been replaced by long dresses. Everything about her was different. At that moment gilbert began to see his best friend in a whole new way, she wasn't just "Lizzy" anymore, she was Elizabeth. As the years went by his feeling only grew. He had always loved her; he just never had the courage to say it. And now that school was coming to an end, and everyone was drifting apart, he was running out of time too actually tell her everything he needed to say.

"Gilbert." Antonio whispered.

Francis sighed as he lay back down. "As I said Gilbert, we know how you feel. And if you don't want to admit it, that's ok. But I will say this. If there is something you need to say to her, you should say it as soon as possible. And if you need any help, we're right here." The French-man said. Gilbert turned to him, smiled, and lay back down. He was followed by Antonio.

"…Thanks guys." He said quietly a few moments later.

"That's what besties are for." Antonio said in his usual happy tone. And with that the three boys fell asleep.

Oh dear lord that was cheesy! I'm so sorry! I suck at dramatic writing, I'm only good at comedic. I promise it's gonna get better! (And funnier) just be patient, it's all plot build-up. :D and I made everyone so OOC T_T I apologize

And I've only ever been to girl sleep-overs, never a guy's one. So I tried to take the ideas from the sleep-overs I've been to, and I tried to give them a boyish spin XD it didn't work so well. I don't know what boys do at sleep-overs.