Chapter 7
Gilbert and Gilen
Gilbert let out a groan as he entered his house. It was late, two in the morning, all because Francis and Antonio, not that Gilbert was complaining. Ludwig was probably in bed, so he walked quietly through the house, making sure he didn't wake up his little brother. Gilbert jumped as he saw something move in the corner of his eye, and he grabbed the nearest lamp from off the side table, holding it in an aggressive manner. "Show yourself!" Gilbert demanded.
"Calm down, it's just me."
Gilbert let out a heavy sigh, placing the lamp back on the table and turning it on so he could see his reflection with long hair. "Gilen, you really know how to scare the shit out of me."
Gilen tilted his head slightly. "Sorry?"
"So, what's new?" Gilbert asked, trying to make conversation with his awkward counterpart.
"Nothing." Gilen stated.
"Nothing?" Gilbert echoed, "Come on, Gilen, there has to be something."
Gilen blinked at him.
Gilbert rubbed his red eyes. "Nothing at all? You've just been standing there, waiting for me to come home at two in the morning and scare the hell out of me?"
"Nothing's new." Gilen repeated in monotone.
"Well, nothing happening is better than something bad happening, I guess." Gilbert said awkwardly.
"Why are you home so late?" Gilen questioned.
Gilbert chuckled. "Since when do you worry?"
The inaccurate reflection stared at Gilbert.
"I was hanging out with France and Spain." Gilbert replied.
The long haired albino nodded.
"Well," Gilbert started with a yawn, "I think I'm going to bed, it's pretty late."
"Wait." Gilen demanded.
That took Gilbert by surprise. Usually Gilen didn't really care about talking to others, especially someone as annoying as Gilbert could be, so he was quite confused. "Ja?"
"I have a strange question for you." Gilen explained.
"Okay. Go ahead and ask."
"Why aren't you religious?"
Out of all questions to ask at two in the morning, he had to choose this one? Gilbert groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I don't really know."
"Why aren't you religious?" Gilen repeated.
Gilbert sighed. "I said I don't know."
"Why aren't you religious?"
"I swear, Gilen…" Gilbert trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Why aren't you religious?"
Gilbert yawned. "Can I answer this in the morning? I'm tired."
"Nein."
Gilbert let out a sound of frustration. "You were raised more religious, I was raised more barbaric." He answered.
"That's it?"
"Ja. I've got a question for you, why are you religious." Gilbert counter-questioned.
"Because I believe in God."
"Why?"
Gilen narrowed his eyes. "Don't turn into a five year old on me, Gilbert."
Gilbert sighed. "Don't tell me that you're going to stand there and convert me at two in the morning."
"It's innocent curiosity." Gilen stated.
"Well, Gilen, I gave you my answer. There you go." Gilbert said while yawning.
Gilen turned half way from the mirror quickly. "Goodnight, Gilbert."
The short haired albino raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"
"You're tired. Go to sleep. Goodnight." He disappeared from the mirror.
Gilbert stared into the now dark mirror with narrowed eyes. Gilen was off, but it was probably just a bad day and he just wanted to have an innocent conversation. Gilbert shrugged before turning off the lamp and going to bed. He would talk to Gilen in the morning.
