Elizabeta's POV

"Lizzie, let me walk you home!" Gil called across the room at the end of art class.

Jesus Christ, could he be any louder? "Uh…"

Gil walked over to Bella and I with an (adorable) puppy dog face. Pfft, Gilbert, a big badass around here, with a cute puppy dog face…Must be the fumes in the art room messing with my brain. Gil unexpectedly grabbed my hand and brought it to his chest. I burned up instantly.

"I've got that covered," Bella said as she snatched my hand away.

"…Huh?" I said.

"Someone's a little jealous~!" taunted Gil. "Jealous that the new girl likes me more than you?"

"What? When did I say that?" I hissed as I jumped for him. I clenched my hands into the cloth of his jacket.

He just smirked. "There must be a reason why you can't keep your hands off of me."

I blushed and shoved him away forcefully. Or at least, tried. He's really strong.

"I don't appreciate being called 'the new girl', Gilbert." I glared at him. "I have a name."

"Yeah, I don't like being called 'Gilbert' by hot girls," he said back. "I'll call you Liz again when you stop calling me Gilbert."

"Fi—Wait, did you just imply what I thought you did?" I asked in utter shock. Did he just call me hot?

Gil put his hand up to his mouth to hide his smile. "Well, byeeee, new girl~!" And he walked out of the classroom.

"Disgusting!" Bella exclaimed and pulled me out. "Please God, save my eyes from that monstrosity!"

"Such a drama queen," I muttered.

As soon as we were on the sidewalk and out of everyone's way, Bella stopped me. "What is it about you?"

"What?" I asked, really confused.

"OK, I'm used to Francis and Antonio flirting like that, but Gilbert? He's usually the one to corner you in a dark corner and do stuff then, not in the open."

"Wow, he sounds like your ordinary molester," I said as I stifled a giggle.

"It's true! He's never acted so open before!" Bella exclaimed. "It's weird…"

"Probably just teasing the new girl," I said and waved it off. "I gotta get home, Bella. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," she said, still in thought. She still was when I left her.

I was in no rush to go home. Not like anything waited for me there. I trudged to the front door and opened it up. I flung my backpack on the table and went to the fridge to grab a pudding cup. I sat down at the table and ate extremely slowly to savoir every bit. Fifteen minutes went by as I finished my pudding. I put the spoon in the sink and shoved the cup into the trash. I pulled out my homework and spread it on the table. Math was all I needed completed. I got ready to face all the questions when the doorbell rang. I groaned and got up to answer it.

"Who is it?" I asked before opening the door.

"Guess," came the reply. Oh, please no…

I opened it to see that pale, silver haired guy with crimson eyes smirking at me. I noticed he had some leaves on his head.

I gulped. "Please don't tell you've been hiding in the bushes."

"How else was I supposed to find out where you live?" he asked innocently, but there was still a smirk on his face.

"Uh, maybe ask me? Did that ever go through that thick skull of yours?" I asked as I leaned on the door. "You're such a creeper. Are going to come in or what?"

"Nah," he said and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out and I landed in his chest. I had my hands up against his chest as I looked up at him. His smirk turned into a grin as he wrapped his hands around my waist. "Oh, Liz, I didn't know you felt that way. And so quickly, too~! Guess no one can resist the awesome me!"

"Get off of me before I beat you to a pulp with a frying pan!" I hissed, the threat coming randomly.

"Oh? Is that so?" he asked as he raised his eyebrow. "But, Elizabeta mein lieber, I see no frying pan in sight. Is there one under the porch?"

"What the fuck did you just call me?" I growled.

"What a potty mouth," Gil said in a scolding matter. "Don't worry; it was nothing offensive, mein lieber."

"Stop calling me stuff in a language I don't understand!" I yelled as I banged on his chest.

He just chuckled and let me go. "Hmph. Can we sit on the porch steps? It's nice out. No need to waste a beautiful day."

He sat on the steps and I followed him. We both stared at the empty road for a while until I asked his a question. "Why are you so interested in me?"

He glanced at me. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Bella said that you were more of the type to corner poor defenseless girls instead of being so open about it like Francis and Antonio."

He looked away. "Francis, huh? I should introduce you to him…"

"Stop avoiding the subject," I growled. "So?"

He turned to me and just stared. After awhile he said, "You just seem like very interesting person, Elizabeta Héderváry."

"Trust me, I'm not that interesting," I murmured as I looked down at my feet.

"Oh, but you are." I shivered when I heard him whisper in my ear. I looked up to see him centimeters away from my face. He had a huge smirk on and his crimson eyes screamed mischief. His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me closer slowly, as if to tease me. Soon, we were so close that our bodies were touching and I had to look up at him. His facial features had not changed at all. He leaned down slowly until our lips were millimeters apart. He seemed to stay there for eternity until he dove in. I closed my eyes, but nothing hit my lips. A sharp pain was sent through my body was he chomped down on my ear.

"Aiyee!" I screamed and jumped away.

I glared at Gil as he rolled around on the porch, laughing.

"I hate you, you cannibal!" I exclaimed.

He stopped laughing and looked up at me. "Cannibal, huh? It's not like I tarred you to shreds, mein lieber."

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?"

"Look it up," he responded simply as he got up. "I'll be here same time tomorrow."

"O-OK." I couldn't seem to deny him. He just said it with such a determined tone I couldn't stop him. "Better not pull that again."

He waved over his shoulder. "No promises, meine lieber."

I growled as he walked to the sidewalk. I got up and turned to go inside when he called me back. "Oh, new girl!"

I turned around and glared at him.

An impish smirk was on his face again. "You look really cute when you expect someone to kiss you."

"GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY YOU CANNIBALISTIC CREEPER!" I screamed at him.

He just laughed as he ran off down the street like the psychopath he is.


Gil's POV

Hehe, messin' with Liz is a lot more fun than I thought…

Anyway, after I made my awesome exit by laughing like a maniac and running away at the same time, I went home.

"West, I'm home!" I yelled. "Again!"

He walked out from the kitchen. "Where did you go, bruder?"

"Oh, just to visit a friend~!" I sang as I sat on the couch.

"I won't being getting a call from the police, will I?" Ludwig asked as he sat next to me.

"No," I said. "At least, not yet."

"Gilbert," Luddy growled.

"Mein Gott! What's up with everyone growling at me today? Is it 'Scares the Shit Out of Gil with Creepy Growling Day' or some fucked up thing like that?" I said.

"Oh, so you've been growled at today?" Ludwig asked. "I thought that was reserved especially for me."

I smirked. "This new girl is the exception. She so cute when she's mad."

"And I'm guessing that's the one you visited today?"

"Yerp," I responded. "What's for dinner?"

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Po-tay-toes."

West rolled his eyes. "You always want potatoes."

I opened my mouth to say something else, but he interrupted me. "And no Wurst either!"

"Fuck you, Ludwig."

"Chinese Take-Out?"

"OK~!" I sang cheerfully.

Ludwig got up to order as I sat on the couch and watched the blank TV like the lunatic I am. I twisted my head to see if I could get a better perspective on the TV.

I'm not crazy. My reality's just different than yours. So, fuck off.

"Gilbert, the same?" Luddy called, breaking me from my concentration.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

Ludwig walked back into the room. He looked at the TV and sighed. "I'm sorry to interrupt your favorite show, but do you want wanton soup this time?"

I thought for a moment. "Sure. Now go away, my favorite part's coming up."

Ludwig grunted and said a few things in rushed German. All I heard was "trottel" which means "moron". Well, I think he got my description just right, hm?

"So," Ludwig started as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch. "Did anything interesting happen today?"

"Had to burn off energy," I said nonchalantly.

Luddy's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I got out of school and Antonio brought me back. We came up with an excuse. It's all good." I paused, looking away from the TV to stare at West. "But the new girl, she's weird."

"Elaborate, bitte."

"She has this really strong power coming off of her, but she's just a regular human. Or that's what my eyes said."

"That's definitely odd. Maybe you were wrong for once?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I am never wrong. She could be developing or something."

"Gil, you know just as much as I do that Hetalia takes over at an early age, not when you're a junior in high school," Ludwig said. "The food will be ready in twenty minutes. Are you going to come?"

I shrugged. "Sure, not like I've got something to do."

Ludwig groaned. "Why do you always have to finish your homework in a split second?"

"Jealous that a complete lunatic is way smarter than you?" I asked teasingly.

His response was a grunt as he got up. I randomly laughed and pointed at the TV. "Haha! Funny!"

Ludwig sighed. "Bruder, sometimes I worry about you."

I flashed a smirk at him. "And that's how it should be."


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