4.
This whole night, Gilbert didn't sleep well at all. Dreaming about the worst senarios, it was impossible for him to rest. He'd Antonio in his basement wearing a white scientist vest and big bubbly glasses like you'd see in a Frankenstein movie. Walking to a table where a little guy was lying down, attached by chains on his wrists, waist and legs. He was naked for some reason and the Spaniard would approach him exhibiting a crazy kind of look in his face and torture him. The screams of the unknown fellow froze the albino's blood, preventing him from sleeping.
"Francis..? whined Antonio.
"Mhmm?"
"Don't you think Gilbert is weird today?"
"Uh What are you talking about?" said Francis, whom apparently didn't see Gilbert yet.
"Well..."
At these words, Antonio hurried to hide behind his tall friend, letting pass a zombie-looking albino half alseep.
Francis, eyes-wide open, started to feel a little anxious for his best friend. With this crazy imagination of his, Francis wasn't even surprised to see him like this.
"He must be tired. Tu sais, maybe he slept with another girl yesterday." He lied to the Spaniard.
"But shouldn't he be as happy and energetic as usual..?"
"Ahhh Toni, do not complicate everything. He's fine, don't worry.
The history teacher wasn't believing his eyes and ears: none of the bad touch trio spoke since the start of his class. Okai Gilbert was sleeping, but still, he liked him better when he was asleep. The two others were just subtly whispering. This has been the best course of the year for him.
Gilbert finally was awoken by Antonio throwing a little piece of paper on which it was written:
'Pssst' then followed by another one with 'Can i ask you a question?' written on it. About to say go on, he got hit by a third piece of paper, on which Antonio had written:
' I don't know if you said yes or no but you know me, I'll tell you anyway!'
Arg! So many papers! Another one hit the Prussian's head two seconds later: 'Can I bring someone at your party Friday night?'
Pissed by all the letters on his desk, the red eyes sleepy boy murmured: "Who?"
He regret this question as another letter arrived.
'Lovino Vargas.'
Lovino Vargas...Lovino...Lovi... "Oh mein gott!" Gilbert thought.
"It's the guy he targets!"
Getting up, Gilbert yelled: "So it'll be easier to shoot him after he's drunk! Then the police would know at Mein door because he was at Mein place so I would be suspect number one and you and your uncle could disappear like nothing happen and would never be suspected?"
Silence. Realising what had just happen, Gilbert noticed all the eyes looking at him at this moment. Bashful, he sat back on his chair without a word. This reaction surprised even the teacher and the rest of the bad touch trio.
"Mr. Beilschmidt..?"
"Uh? Yeah. I think I'ma... yeah. The corridor."
He got up and walked to the hallway.
"You guys can follow him if you want." The teacher said to Francis and Antonio hoping loosing them too.
"Hmm nope. I think we'll skip..." Frankly answered Francis.
The teacher sighed and continued his class.
Antonio, whom apparently was feeling really anxious for his friend, didn't say anything.
At noon, the Spaniard didn't join the two friends.
"See? You scared him. Now he won't even come see us anymore. How pathetic... Tonio.. a killer."
"Thanks but there's no time for compliments dude." The Prussian just stupidly answered.
"We must stop Tonio."
"Geez Gil. I won't even answer to that."
The Frenchman got up.
"Hey! Where are you going?" the albino yelled.
"Well, I'm about to tell OUR best friend that everything is fine and that you simply are completely turned over the top."
"Well I think that trying to socialize with a psychopath is completely stupid and pointless!"
The tall blond turned to walk away without answering the stupidest statement he had ever heard.
"Well don't come know at mein door when he'll target you next!" The Prussian yelled, now alone.
A few minutes later, the albino heard a too well-known voice behind him saying: "Nice show earlier."
"Shut up."
He then got up and started walking to his locker.
Ludwig was staring at his older brother in despair. "Geez... How can he still be alive being such an idiot?" he think out loud.
"Ve?" The small Italian beside him was confused by all the drama and tension going on this morning.
"Your brother is so wierd... But now that I think of it, mine's strange too these days..."
"Oh really?" The German answered half listening to the little brunette.
"Yeah! It's been about a week that he comes back home happier than usual. It kinda started when Antonio really started to talk to him every day at school. I don't get why he's more enthousiastic... he doesn't even accepts Antonio's advances..."
"Mhmm...?"
"Si! Are you listening to me?"
"Ja. Hey, let's go get some ice cream after school." The German didn't felt arguing with Feliciano.
"Okaiiii~!"
"Why do you keep following me?"
Lovino was apparently annoyed by the Spaniard's presence and the fact that he wouldn't leave him alone.
"I just wanna get to know you Lovi! Can I call you Lovi?"
"Of course not! No go away bastard."
"You know you can call me Antonio or Toni or Tonio or-..."
"I don't care. Leave me alone."
"You are soooo cute! Like this curl is so adorable!"
Antonio stepped closer to Lovino, whom slapped him right away.
"Never attempt this again, jerk!" The flushed Italian yelled. He then turned around, starting to walk in the opposite direction.
Still trying to understand what had just happen, Antonio didn't chase him. "Hmm. such an exciting person..." He think to himself.