Alright everyone, here's chapter four! Sorry if some things in this chapter are a little "off" in some way. I wrote in on a thirteen hour plane ride, so i was kinda out of it 0.0 I hope you all enjoy and reviews are like blessings from the pope to me. ~ BionicOtaku

"Antonio! You don't understand, he was so hot." Gilbert slumped forward onto the table as the brunette across from leaned forward to pat his shoulder.

"Si, mi amigo. I do understand. You remember how bad I was when I was lusting after Lovi before we got together." Antonio spoke sweetly, flashing a happy smile as his thoughts drifted to his boyfriend.

"Ugh, but that was different. You actually knew "The Lovely Lovino" before hand." Gilbert pointed out, using a title that was bestowed upon the little Italian by Francis, at a time when Antonio had not been able to speak of anything else.

"I just met this guy and we talked for like ten minutes. I can't just go stalking him." The red-eyed man said, running his fingers through his hair.

"I would not worry. If you ran into each other once, it's likely to happen again. People are creatures of habit." The sunny Spaniard said, trying to console his friend.

"Yeah…Maybe" Gilbert sighed dejectedly, but then perked up.

"I guess I will just have to be late for class everyday! Kesesesese"

...

Elizabeta walked down the hall at a sedate pace. She had a couple of hours before her next class and she knew Gilbert would be in a cafeteria for another hour or so at least, trying to convince people to buy him food. She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings, seeing as how she had walked this path countess times. she was just about to turn a corner when she passed a room with the door slightly ajar. The sound of what Elizabeta imagined, though she had no experience to go by, to be a difficult piece for the piano drifted out of the room. Ordinarily this wouldn't have really fazed her, but you never know. It could be Roderich. Elizabeta peered through the crack in the door, and to her surprise it was the violet-eyed man from days before. The piano faced away from the door, so all she could see was the back of him and he could see nothing of her, but Elizabeta could feel the tension coursing from his back through his shoulders, as his arms moved back and forth and his fingers rapidly pressed the keys in patterns that Roderich seemed to know by heart. The passion that emanated off his body rushed at Elizabeta a struck her. She stood for a moment stunned, motionless as heat filled her chest and sent waves of warmth coursing through her limbs. After a few more moments the piece ended and there was only the sound of Roderich's slightly labored breathing.

"You are good." Elizabeta said, breaking the silence as she stepped away from the door and into the brightly lit classroom.

Roderich jumped slightly and wheeled around to see who had spoken. He had thought he was alone.

"Oh, Elizabeta. I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was here. What did you say?" Roderich asked looking rather flustered by her presence.

"I said you're good. At the bar I said I should here you play to judge for myself, and I have and you're amazing." As Elizabeta spoke she walked farther into the room until she was standing right next to Roderich, resting her forearm on the piano.

"Oh uh, thank you." Roderich replied, as he began to pile up the papers and sheet music that littered the piano and bench, moving to the side of the piano opposite Elizabeta.

"What was that?" Elizabeta asked, moving around the piano so that she on the same side as the violet-eyed man.

"It was the 3rd movement of Mozart's 11th piano concerto." Roderich said plainly, seeming to not even notice Elizabeta's advances.

"I have no idea what that means, but it was beautiful all the same." Elizabeta smiled sweetly as Roderich looked up at her, a hint of surprise and confoundedness playing on his features as his eyebrows raised and furrowed, and his mouth tightened a little.

"Well thank you again but the flattery is really not deserved, I made several mistakes and my tempo was irregular." Roderich said, his face now kitting itself into a slight scowl. "Wow I didn't really think scowling could be so handsome." Elizabeta thought to herself, as she looked at the harsh features in front of her.

"Ha, well I didn't notice at all" Elizabeta said grinning as she rubbed she her hand clutched each other behind her back.

"I have to go." Roderich stated flatly, slinging his messenger bag over one shoulder and heading for the door.

"WAIT!" Elizabeta yelled, she wasn't going to miss her chance twice.

Roderich turned around to look at her, again with that same confounded look.

"Can I have your number?" Elizabeta asked more quietly.

"Yes, you may." Was Roderich's only reply as he took a pen and note pad out from his pocket and scribbled upon it. He handed the paper to Elizabeta and turned around again, continuing on his way out.

"Thanks" Elizabeta murmured to Roderich retreating form.

...

"Well boys, I've met my match." Elizabeta sighed as she slumped down into on of the many chairs assembled around the cafeteria tables.

"Like, what do you mean babe?" the little blonde known as Feliks asked, as he linked his arms with his taller brunette boyfriend Toris and rested his head on his shoulder.

Yes, two of Elizabeta's other closest friends were also gay men. So she's a fag hag! Get over it.

"What I mean is that I ran into Roderich again, and he's got me feeling all weird! He's so weirdly formal and one minute I think he might like me, but then the next he's getting all pissy because I gave him a complement! Maybe he really doesn't like me. He didn't even give me his number himself, I had to ask."

"Oh hon, I'm sorry about that. But don't worry I'm sure everything will work out." This time it was Toris who spoke, tilting his head to the side slightly to stack it on top of Feliks's. "Ugh, people who are in love give the worst advice" Elizabeta mumbled to herself.

"Well El, I'm in the same boat now. I ran into this guy name Matthew in the hallway, like I literally ran into him, but I didn't get his number. God he was so cool. Also really hot" Gilbert was getting lost in his thoughts of the blondes hotness again when Elizabeta interrupted his thoughts.

"Wait. His name was Matthew?" Elizabeta questioned

Gilbert simply nodded in response.

"Mathew Williams?" Elizabeta pressed on

Gilbert nodded again looking at Elizabeta with both confusion and anticipation.

"I know him! He's in my art class. I've actually never even heard him speak before. His shit is really good though." Elizabeta remarked, waiting for the inevitable Gilbert explosion.

"WHAT!" Gilbert exclaimed his face lighting.

"This is great! Now I won't have to do the creepy stalker thing to see him again and you can like talk me up to him! Yes! The awesome me wins again! Gilbert had burst up from his chair and was now dancing victoriously around the tablewhen he was interrupted by Elizabeta.

"Who says I'm going to do anything of the sort?" Elizabeta said calmly, though really she was always up to do almost anything Glibert wanted.

Gilbert stop dancing for a moment and looked crest fallen, but then he perked up and leaned across the table towards Elizabeta.

"If you help me, then I'll help you."

That was the exact answer Elizabeta had been hoping for.

"Deal" She said, grinning as she shook Gils hand, making a deal with her own personal red-eyed devil.