Authors Note: Hey! So I would like to say something, on top of doing the Patrick and Gilbert thing I was wondering if I should add a Ludwig and Feliciano thing, just as a sideline. After all is good and well with Pattie and Gillie then I could add a page or two of Ludwig and Feliciano? Anyways, just let me know what you think. And this is just what I think but I love Alfred so every time he's like a bully I'm sitting here typing it saying, "Please don't Alfie ;~; ." It's killing me!
Oh and one more thing, I apologize that nothing goes on in this chapter and that it is so short. It's like 5 in the morning where I am so I promise to make the next one really really good, kay?
Chapter 4
Patrick found himself so excited to see Gilbert again that he left the house an hour early so he could wait outside for him, not really caring if Alfred showed up first. He walked to the school gates with a cup of tea and leaned up against the cold stone wall. He stood there, watching people walk by. He saw some guy with a bruised cheek and remembered he had one as well; his hand grazed the black bruise and he winced.
"Hey!" He turned to see a happy looking Prussian jog towards him. He kicked off of the wall and smiled.
"Good morning!" Patrick said happily. "What are you doing here? We have, like 45 minutes to wait until the gates open." The red-head pointed out.
"Eh, felt like getting here awesomely early for a day!" Gilbert said, neither of the boys realized that they got there early for the same reason.
"So… Sleep well?" Patrick asked but then mentally slapped himself for asking such a dumb question.
"Awesomely!" He said in response, chugging the coffee in his hand. The two boys chatted for half an hour before they saw another person approach; Alfred.
"What do you want?" Gilbert hissed, wrapping his arm around Patrick and pulling him in closer like he was defending him. Patrick blushed when he was pulled closer to Gilbert.
"Calm down bro, I just got angry yesterday in gym. It won't happen again." He said calmly, his backpack slung over his shoulder; everyone had their school uniforms on which consisted of navy blue plaid pants and a white t-shirt.
"Oh? So why does Patrick have a huge bruise on his stomach eh? I thought you only hit him on the cheek in gym." Gilbert spat. Alfred's face never changed from the calm state.
"How should I know?" He said calmly.
"Patrick, how did you get that bruise?" Alfred asked, giving him a 'I'll kill you if you tell' look. Patrick's face paled a great bit.
"D-Dodge ball I g-guess." He stammered, shaking in a bit of fear.
"See? I didn't do anything! Stop making me out as the bad guy when in actuality I'm the hero!" Alfred said the last few words proudly. Gilbert looked in Patrick's terrified emerald green eyes and realized what had just happened.
"Why you-" Gilbert spat, "Don't you threaten him!" He half yelled, pulling Patrick closer to him.
"Am I threatening you?" Alfred asked, giving the same look. Patrick weakly shook his head.
"See, I did nothing wr-" Patrick finally got his footing in where he was.
"You DID hit me yesterday in the stomach and you WERE just threatening me!" He spat, pushing himself away from a surprised Gilbert and took a step closer to Alfred. "And I want you to STOP!" He shouted, pointing a finger at Alfred angrily. Alfred frowned and took a step closer to him, but Patrick was still angry so he stood his ground. Alfred shoved him up against a wall.
"Don't you tell me what to do, Weasley!" He spat, of course he didn't have time to punch him before Gilbert's fist had contacted with Alfred's jaw, sending him stumbling back a few steps.
"Stay AWAY from him!" Gilbert hissed, stepping closer to Alfred who had regained his legs and was rubbing his jaw. Patrick could tell this was about to turn to hell, but thankfully at that exact moment the gates opened and Patrick grabbed Gilbert's hand; dragging him into the school.
Once they were 50 feet away from Alfred, Patrick stopped running and turned to face Gilbert.
"D-Do not g-get in fights for m-me." He said, breathing heavily. Gilbert was in a bit better shape and seemed to be perfectly alright.
"I won't let him hurt you." He said calmly, grabbing Patrick's hand and leading him over to a bench so he could sit down.
"Aww, look at the love!" They hadn't noticed Alfred standing behind them. Gilbert immediately stood up and clenched his fists. Patrick grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down.
"Don't fight for me." He whispered, standing up.
"What do you want?" Patrick asked calmly, staring into Alfred's cold blue eyes.
"Nothin much, just wanted to see the lovebirds!" He said teasing, both Patrick's and Gilbert's faces lit up slightly.
"Not lovebirds." Gilbert mumbled, still glaring hatefully at Alfred.
"Well, I'll leave now." He said, walking away. Both Gilbert and Patrick stood there gaping. Both boys began to walk to class in silence; still a bit ruffled by the 'lovebird' comment.
"So…" Patrick said, trying to start a conversation. Gilbert turned his head to look at him.
"So, what's your family like?" Patrick finally asked looking at the Albino.
"Oh, uh… One younger brother, a father, my mother left when I was little so she's living large somewhere." He said, Patrick looked at him sadly.
"I'm sorry about your mother." The red-head said slowly.
"Don't bother yourself over it. So anyhow, what about your parents?" Gilbert asked. Patrick looked at his shoes.
"They uh… A big disease struck a couple of months ago and they both were claimed by it." Patrick said slowly, he could feel his hands shaking. This wasn't that long ago. Gilbert seemed to notice how upset the boy was so he quickly wrapped his arms around the red-head.
"I'm sorry about your parents." He whispered into Patrick's ear, hugging the boy tightly. Patrick hugged him back, loving the feeling of his embrace. They broke apart a minute later, both blushing furiously.
"W-well we should get to class." Gilbert said, starting to walk towards the school building.
