Roderich waited.
Roderich waited all day with those bumbling, blonde idiots he called his friends.
A whole day of being teased without Gilbert there to make them shut the fuck up. A whole day of snide but suggestive comments about Roderich and Gilbert, as if they were together. Rude, horrible, emotionally terrifying and unthinkable things were brought up about the two. And of course, it all had the same message: gay for Gilbert.
He wasn't gay. Not at all.
Even if he's only had one girlfriend, and nobody else, he wasn't gay. Seriously.
Mathias was the main instigator during that day; Francis was busy fussing over Arthur and Kiku was trying to stop Alfred's teasing for Roderich, while Lukas could care less, so he did nothing at all about the teasing. Vash, as always, ignored all of it, and if he was brought into the conversation and it was meaningless, he'd snap at them like an angry, tired dog.
Gilbert didn't return for dinner, either. Roderich asked Vash about what he should do, like, stay in Gilbert's tent or go with him since he didn't have anyone else to care for, using the excuse that his ankle hurt. A lot. It did, really, but he didn't complain at all during the day. Vash had no idea of his injury and inquired on it, and made Roderich stay with him that night because he did have some medical knowledge under his belt, though it wasn't as much as Gilbert's clearly.
Roderich agreed solemnly and went with Vash that night, worried about Gilbert still. Roderich woke the next morning to Vash shaking him awake. Roderich really must be worried if he dreamt of Gilbert all night…
Vash woke him up and checked on his ankle, before helping Roderich out of the tent, to where breakfast was being served. The group began to gather a little after Roderich and Vash got to the table first, but Alfred and Kiku didn't appear, and neither did Gilbert.
Roderich was really starting to get worried. He hoped that Gilbert would be back soon, hopefully by tonight, or–
Roderich was brought from his thoughts when Kiku appeared at the table, his dark bangs swept to one side unintentionally, and his face was rather shiny, as if he was sweating. His brown eyes were wide as he looked at Mathias, Francis and Vash, trying to catch his breath. "A-Alfred-san... He-he's gone..." he breathed exhaustedly after a moment.
Roderich's eyebrows drew together worriedly and Mathias leaned over the table toward him. "What happened?" he asked quietly, his face more serious than I'd ever seen. Everyone turned their attention toward Kiku, who, blushing slightly at the attention, sighed and sat at the table.
"…A-Alfred-san was getting up and getting dressed after waking me, and a few storm troopers came into the tent and just dr-dragged him out, yelling at him... they… they didn't notice me, so they left me alone, and they dragged Alfred a-away..." Kiku rambled quite worriedly, biting his lip when he was done, looking to each face at the table for answers or advice.
When none came, though, he let his head drop to the table in defeat. "…First Gilbert and now Alfred…" Arthur muttered softly, and I turned to look at him.
"What about Gilbert?" Roderich asked, leaning over to see the Brit better.
"Gilbert's been gone," he muttered, raising his cold, hopeless green gaze to meet Roderich's own violet eyes. "It's obvious he was taken too. Gilbert's never away for that long," he shook his head slightly and went silent. Roderich looked to other faces at the table that said the same thing. Vash touched his shoulder.
Vash's green eyes were dull but carefully focused on Roderich's face. "…I think Arthur's right, Roderich…" he mumbled. "…But don't think that that's the only thing that could have happened. He could be fine, too…"
Almost a full week with no word from Alfred or Gilbert. One day, though, Arthur didn't show up; Francis was making a big deal out of it, much worse than Kiku had. He'd flopped around and sprawled out on the table dramatically, whining. Just the other day, Mathias didn't come to get breakfast, either. Lukas seemed numb, but all he did was tell them that Mathias wasn't there when he woke.
Roderich had a very bad feeling about this.
Another week, and Mathias, Francis, Kiku and Lukas were all gone. Nobody appeared for any meals anymore, everyone was gone. Vash was the only one left other than Roderich, and Roderich was now relying completely on Vash, never once leaving his side, except times they had to separate for hygiene issues.
Roderich didn't like the awkward silences that made their way into the atmosphere when Vash and himself talked about something important, so, he tried to fill the days with light conversation, and found that Vash was only so quiet because he was naturally defensive and didn't want to get pulled into things.
He found that the Swiss man was kind, once you got the chance to know him.
He was nice, and Roderich found himself up at night talking to him quietly in their tent, until morning, one day, that is, until Vash's lips made contact with Roderich's own.
Roderich had jumped a bit and pulled away quickly, making some excuse to leave the tent and run of. Nein… It's wrong, don't you see, Roderich. You're not a homosexual. Not one of them. Just tell him that and you'll be fine, he told himself, but he froze when he bumped into someone. Roderich looked down and blushed at his stupid accident. "E-es tut mir leid," he mumbled softly.
It was a polish man he'd bumped into, and he looked up when the man started stringing together angry words in Polish, and he brushed his blonde hair away when another man came up behind him, telling him to calm down, in Polish, until he looked at Roderich and paused. In his emerald eyes, though, the expression was clear as day to Roderich – recognition. Roderich swallowed as the brunette hissed something in the shorter Pole's ear, eyes trained on Roderich, before they grabbed him and drug the Austrian away.
Soo. Sorry for the short-ish chapter, as in dialogue and whatnot.. I just have a lot to deal with at the moment. Most of it is my drama shet. I'm getting more scenes and monologues to do and whatnot, on top of all my other homework shit. So, I've been busy, and I apologize. I'll try to get another chapter up by next week.
And keep in mind, this takes place in Germany, though near Denmark, most of the language is German, unless I say otherwise, even if I slip German phrases into their conversations.
BUT I have plans for this fic, now. Asdfgkfjhgldt; Lots of depressing plans, and, if you guys are wondering, I have a vague reason for this war stuff (AND by the way, this is a modern-ish thing. It's not like the Holocaust type war. Technology has begun to come out of it's shell a bit). Just so you know c: Welp. Leave me reviews and I'll continue writing…~ Wanna see more angst and drama, and maybe fluff, then I COMMAND YOU TO REVIEW. ^.^
(–Es tut mir leid – I'm sorry, I am sorry )