Well, this was pleasant.
For the first time in all of his eighteen years, Gilbert was not looking forward to summer vacation. Well, he was, but...not as enthusiastically as usual.
His family was a bit worried. On the other hand, his friends never ceased to tease him; they knew the reason for the albino's depression.
Summer meant more free time to have fun with your friends and troll the unsuspecting world.
It also meant separation from your unconfessed love. Gilbert had never had this problem. Usually it was no issue for him asking for someone's number or a date.
But this was proving itself to be a not quite usual scenario.
One day, Gilbert nearly scared the living daylights out of Antonio.
The Spaniard entered Gilbert's room to find his friend...
Deep in Thought.
Gilbert was sitting in his desk chair, staring aimlessly out of the window, his chin resting in his hand.
Antonio burst into the room as usual,
"Hola, Gil! We're going to-Hey. Gilbert!"
He walked over and waved a hand in front of his face.
"Earth to the Awesomeness!"
At last, Gilbert tilted his head and met Antonio's eyes. Slowly, he focused back in on the 'real world', shaking his head slightly and attempting to act normally.
"Hi, 'Toni! What's up?"
"Uh...we were, um...we were going to go get some lunch, um...would you like to tag along..?" Antonio was still a bit startled. He had never seen his longtime friend with such a serious expression for so long. And who knew how long he'd been sitting there?
"Sure. It'd be good to get out, I think."
"Si! Francis is waiting in the car! Let's go~!"
Just like that, the Spaniard was back to his normal, optimistic self. Gilbert sighed in relief, momentarily leaning against the wall and closing his eyes before following his friend outside.
Francis noticed the slump in Gilbert's normally upbeat, narcissistic aura. Considering himself an expert in all matters of the heart, he naturally resolved to assist his friend. Besides, some people were almost frightened at the sudden change in the albino's mood.
So, Francis started some research.
Gilbert had been doing alot of self-talk lately.
"What the hell are you doing? You're not being awesome!"
"Nein! I am always Awesome!"
"You're being less Awesome, then! Knock it off!"
"I'm not doing anything! I can't help it!"
However, these discussions with himself, especially since they bore a strange resemblance to conversations with his brother, rarely got him anywhere.
'Jeez, Gil', he told himself, 'You're hopeless.'
But, it's summertime now, he's been away from the adorable blond for over a month, and he has gotten into a good college, due to the urging of his family and the fact that, despite his slight laziness, he is not entirely without ambition. Luckily (or unfortunately for their studies?) the three friends had all gotten accepted. Who knows, maybe Gilbert will forget his unattainable crush. There will be plenty of new people at college. It shouldn't be difficult.
Then Francis walked up, an enigmatic smirk plastered on his face.
That couldn't be good.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, slightly alarmed. "Just tell me. What."
The smirk grew. "I just happen to have found out an interesting bit of information..." the blond began, nonchalantly examining his fingernails.
That definitely wasn't good.
"Well? Cut to the chase." The albino was trying not to look too interested.
"It appears you chose the correct college. Congratulations!"
Antonio, standing next to Francis and practically bouncing up and down in excitement, couldn't take the suspense. "Matthew is going to the same college we are!" He exclaimed.
Gilbert's jaw dropped. "No. You're unawsomely kidding!"
They both shook their heads.
"Hold on a minute." He turned his back on them and made the most idiotic surprised face he could. Then he turned back around and leaned against the wall casually. "So?"
"Ah, Gilly, we know how you feel~! Stop pretending you're not absolutely elated! This has gotta be a sign! You were meant to be~!"
Gilbert blushed in spite of himself. "I-it is not!"
"Is too~!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Not till you say you like him~!"
"FINE! I LIKE THE GUY, OKAY? HAPPY NOW?!" He stormed out and slammed the door to his room.
Francis and Antonio glanced at each other.
"Well, that was easy."
"Yeah...I wonder if he'd say he loves him~...?"
"I wouldn't push our luck, Franny."
-GIL'S POV-
Mein Gott.
He's going to the same college.
How did this happen?! Since when did I spend so much time thinking about him? Ugh...This is an unawesome situation. I guess I can't avoid it any longer...I kinda like him...
Sorta.
Maybe.
Oh shit, I'm in love.
A/N: Hi, guys! First off, if you're new to the story, hi! Thanks for reading! And if you've been keeping up with updates, hi, thanks so much, and I'm sorry this chapter was a little delayed and kinda short. *sweatdrop* either way, I'm prettty happy with how it turned out, and I hope you are, too. This may be my favorite chapter so far. ^_^ As usual, I don't own Hetalia. Trust me, you'd know if I did! XP