Short chapter is short. September will have many short chapters because the story takes place over a longer period of time. Enjoy.


September 17th, 2012

"Gilbert... Gilbert! Hello, earth to Gilbert!"

"Huh, was up?"

Antonio shook his head laughing. "I swear, mi amigo, you are so out of it sometimes."

"Sorry dude, the awesome me gets sidetracked every once in a while," replied the albino.

"What is it this time?" Francis sighed, glancing in the direction of Gilbert's gaze. Antonio looked too and saw a poster. 'Back in Time Homecoming Dance', it announced, 'September 29th, 7-10 the courtyard. ID required for entry; semi-formal attire. Go to the student payment office for tickets and questions'. It listed ticket prices and was decorated with sketches of dancing teenagers.

"Awww, I should take Lovi~" Antonio cried happily. In the past few weeks, the Spaiard had successfully wooed Lovino- although said Italian was still not very cuddly or into PDA.

"Have fun getting him to dance, mon ami," Francis chuckled.

"I shall show him why the Spanish are the best dancers!" Antonio announced with a flourish. The three friends burst into laughter as they walked away from the poster. Gilbert, however, was still thinking. He had twelve days, not counting today, till the dance. Twelve days to get a shy, quiet Canadian to go to a dance without making it seem obvious that he liked him. It was mission time, and Gilbert strode off into his trig class, planing as he went.

Gilbert sat in his chair fiddling with his iron cross until his favorite Canadian walked into the class and took his seat-right next to Gilbert.

"Hello, Gilbert," Matthew said quietly.

"Hey Mattie!" Gilbert replied. "Did you know that next week's homecoming?"

"Of course. My brother plays football and it's all he can talk about. He says that we lions will demolish the eagles; not that I would know since I'm not into sports really."

"Ooh right," Gilbert nodded. "Are you going to go to the game?"

"Absolutely, I always support my brother when he plays."

Gilbert considered this silently. So Matthew is going to the game, hmm. I bet I could get Francis to go if I told him there were hot cheerleaders, and I'm sure Antonio go with Lovino. I could probably get Ludwig to go too, and he could even take Feliciano so Lovino could have him to talk to also... Gilbert was so absorbed in his planning that he didn't even notice the teacher giving a lecture on inverse functions until Matthew gave him a small nudge with his elbow. Snapping back to focus, Gilbert quickly began to jot down notes, but in the back of his mind his master plan was shaping up even better than it had earlier. He could hang out with Matthew at the game, and maybe-just maybe- get him to go to the dance.

The albino spent the rest of the period rather quietly for once, diligently taking notes (his Opa would only let him to go the school events if he had good grades, and trig was his hardest class). When the bell rang, he practically leapt out of his seat; he had a Spaniard and a Frenchmen to convince.

"Antonio! Francis!"

The two turned around to see their wild German friend running towards them, iron cross flying back.

"Whoah there, mi amigo, what is up?"

"Did you grope Matthew, mon ami?"

"You aren't going to- wait, ew, Francis no. Anyways, you aren't going to believe this! So, Matthew's brother is Alfred Jones, right?

"Mon dieu! His brother is the hot football player that dates my ex?"

"That's besides the point Francis, but yes his brother is Alfred. In any case, because his brother plays football, he's going to the game on Saturday. Next Saturday, the 29th. So I was thinking, 'why not go and watch too', but then I was like, 'I'm too awesome to go alone', so I was thinking you guys could go too. Dont worry..."

Gilbert continued to ramble, his plan tumbling out word by word and slowly taking shape to his friends. Anotonio was nodding and smiling heartily, and Francis perked up as soon as he heard about the cheerleaders, just as Gilbert had predicted. Within five minutes, the three were ready to put their plan into action, and it started with Antonio convincing a certain Italian that American football was also worth watching.