Gilbert lay on his stomach, propped up by his elbow, head tilted, as he pulled strands of brown hair through his fingers. After a few minutes of doing this, the owner of said brown hair lifted his head irrtably and turned to glare at him.
"Do you need something, Gilbert?" Roderich asked, annoyance in his voice. "I'm trying to read." Gilbert snickered.
"Try saying that with more annoyance." He told him. Roderich frowned. "Like 'rea-duh' or something." Roderich rolled his eyes.
"Seriously, Gilbert," He snapped irrtably. "I'm trying to reeeea-duh!" Though he hadn't meant to, he ended up doing exactly what Gilbert wanted him to (which made him blush) and Gilbert cracked up. "What?" He asked, flustered.
"You- - -!" Gilbert tried to breathe through his laughter. "You sounded jus-just like him, haha!" Roderich frowned as Gilbert attempted to control his laughter.
"What are you talking about?" Roderich asked, confused now. "Gilbert?" Gilbert rolled onto his back, laughing breathlessly.
"Oh, man." He sighed, still chuckling. Roderich leaned over him, blushing brighter as he placed his hand by Gilbert's head.
"Are you going to- - -" A sudden flash cut him off. Startled, Roderich's arm gave way and he landed on top of Gilbert.
"Oh, no!" A voice cried, and Elizabeta came into view. "I'm so sorry! I completely ruined the touching moment you were about to have!"
"Elizabeta..." Gilbert growled dangerously. Roderich sighed.
"Really, Elizabeta." He said slowly. "We would rather you not spy on us."
"Fine, I won't spy." Elizabeta said dramatically. They both looked at her, Roderich getting off of Gilbert.
"Really?" Gilbert asked.
"You promise?" Roderich pressed. Elizabeta beamed.
"Yep!" She said. "No spying."
"Thank God." Gilbert muttered as they both sighed in relief.
"I'll just take pictures while I'm with you, and I'll be sure to be around you all the time!" She beamed even more brightly, eyes glowing excitingly (but menacingly), and Roderich groaned.
"I swear, that guy hates me." Gilbert groaned a few weeks later, crashing into his seat (which was the sofa) in Roderich's music room. Roderich rolled his eyes but turned to face him.
"I really thought I blocked them all this time." He murmured. Gilbert laughed tiredly.
"You wish, Roddy." He sighed heavily, covering his eyes with his arm as he lay down on the dark red couch. After a few seconds of silence, Gilbert felt a weight settle on his stomach. Lifting his arm slightly, he raised an eyebrow when he saw Roderich on him.
"What happened?" Roderich asked softly. Gilbert groaned, placing his arm back over his eyes.
"My stupid manager." He muttered angrily. "He's this crabby old man that really seems to have something against me, or somethin." Roderich placed his hands on Gilbert's chest and placed his chin on them, his head tilted to the side curiously.
"What did he say now?"
"I gotta hang with this kid, this chick that's evidentally really big somewhere." When Gilbert stopped, Roderich motioned for him to continue. "Evidentally, hanging around her will do wonders for my reputation." Gilbert scoffed, placing his arm around Roderich's waist. "I haven't even heard of her- - -it's some chick called Michelle or something like that." He pulled out a photograph. "This is her- - -my manager gave it to me." Roderich took it, flipping it over easily. It showed a pretty girl with tan skin, hair pulled into pigtails by her ears and held together with red ribbons.
"Poor Gilbert." Roderich mused teasingly. "He'll have to be around a pretty girl in his spare time." Gilbert groaned.
"Don't remind me." He muttered, pressing a quick kiss to Roderich's cheek and flushing lightly. "I just wanna be with you. But nooooo, my image has to screw that up." Roderich laughed.
"When do you have to meet her?" He asked. Gilbert shrugged, eyes slipping shut as he placed his head back on the sofa.
"Who knows, who cares."
"You should." Gilbert merely grunted, making Roderich smile fondly at him.
Gilbert groaned, leaning back in his chair as he stretched his arms out.
"If she's not here in five more minutes, I'm gone." He declared. Beside him, Francis laughed.
"Can you not be patient?" He asked teasingly. "After all, we did get here early."
"Riiiiiight." Gilbert dropped back onto four legs with a loud THUNK! "Why did we get here early?"
"Mon ami, it is rude to keep a lady waiting!" Francis exclaimed in horror.
"And Roderich more or less ditched us here." Antonio added. "Is he really alright with you meeting her?"
"I guess so." Francis and Antonio turned to stare at him incredulously.
"You guess so?" Francis repeated, shocked. "Why only guess, mon ami? Don't you know for certain?"
"Sí, you should." Antonio said.
"Aw, shut up, both of you." Gilbert closed his eyes, leaning back again. "I offered to not come, but he insisted." Antonio opened his mouth yo say something, but a throat cleared softly behind him and all three males turned to look.
"Ah, hello, I'm Michelle!" A girl smiled brightly, waving at them. "Pleased to meet you!"
"Gilbert." Came a grunted response after Antonio jabbed him in the side.
"Antonio."
"I know you!" Michelle smiled happily at Antonio, who blinked in slight confusion. "You're the Mexican bastard that Francis hangs out with."
It went dead silent.
"Not cool." Gilbert muttered finally. "And Tonio is Spanish, girlie, not Mexican." Michelle shrugged.
"Same difference, right?" She asked, beaming again. They all stared at her, shock on Anotonio's face, horror on Francis' face, and an annoyed look on Gilbert's face.
"I find that racist." He finally said, bringing his chair back to the floor. "We'll do fine, girlie, if you stop insulting my main buddies here." She opened her mouth, but Gilbert glared up at her through silver hair. "If you find that you can't, you may as well find someone new to hang around, the hell with my fucking 'image'."
With that final warning, Gilbert stood up and left, pulling out his phone. After a few seconds, Antonio and Francis followed.
I feel as though everyone is exceptionally out of character here. Meh.
Sorry it took almost forever to get this out. I had to find a nation I hadn't used or mentioned yet...which took a forever.
Those who get the reference, I love you. XD those who don't, it's an Off-Broadway musical called 'Avenue Q'. Gilbert strikes me as the type of person who would like that. XD
ChevalierAustriaBird: here's Hungary and her camera (on that note, did I worry anyone? XD)
Hakumi Shigatsu: Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. XD
CielDeMinuit: Sorry if you thought it was short, hope you feel this one's longer! XD
xRynnX: wow. XD no problem, and thanks.
FortunesRevolver: it's good-my family hogs the laptop. XD I hope you enjoy this chapter.
