This was it.
Antonio stood in front of the white-washed fence gate of your simple home. He managed to stop by Francis' house to get a bouquet of freshly cut red roses from his garden after school-hours. The sun was already setting quickly today as he stood in front of a pale colored two-storey house with dark green roofs, just like any ordinary home. The green lawn looked recently trimmed as the Spaniard walked through the cemented pathway which led to your front door step nervously gripping the roses. He lifted his tanned finger towards the door bell button; he made a quick recap of what he was going to say to you before mustering the courage to press the button.
You heard it loud and clear. Currently, you were cleaning upstairs considering the fact that you had nothing else to do. You scrambled down the stairs before chanting,
"I'm coming!"
Unfortunately, you tripped on your own foot and face planted on the hardwood flooring once you made it downstairs. You groaned a bit but then remembering the visitor outside you quickly clambered to your feet. Dusting yourself and rubbing your nose you kept your posture pleasant as you always checked yourself before opening the door for guests. Too bad, whoever the visitor was is going to see in your pajama pants, tank top, and messy bun. You hated being seen like this thinking that it was times like these, you looked unsuitable. Yet, you kept the stranger outside waiting. You unlocked the latch and twisted the knob—your face fell.
The chestnut haired Spaniard outside had his heart pounding wildly but he suddenly grew worried when he heard a 'thud' on the other side of the door. He felt relieved that nothing probably too bad happened to you when he heard quick footsteps approach the door. There was a pregnant pause before he heard the door unlatch and open revealing the girl he had been longing to see.
A smile tugged at Antonio's lips,
"Hola Señorita (Name)! I wan-"

The door slammed shut loudly. No. Not him. You weren't prepared to see or forgive him yet.
"Go away." You growled at the shut white door furiously.
"B-but chica, I brought you some roses. Y-you know how much you like flowers si?"
You swore you could hear Antonio choke on his words faintly from the other side of the two and a half inch door.
"I don't care Antonio. I-, j-just leave me be!"
"Chica, please listen to what I-"
"I said 'Leave me be', I don't want to hear it."
The angry words left your hot mouth subconsciously as you clenched your fists, facing the wooden door. Silence followed and you began to worry whether you were too harsh.
"Si, I will leave now but,"
There was a pause before you heard the next determined words that left his mouth outside the door,
"Para que usted lo sepa, I will not give up on you (Name)."
Your fists slackened as well as your tense features. You could hear him gulp shakily outside the barrier of wood before soft retreating footsteps reached your ears. You reached out for the doorknob about to open it when your jealousy monster assured you that he deserved a broken heart right after he unconsciously crushed yours slowly. You leaned your forehead at the wooden door in despair, part of you wanted to swing the door open and run to him while the other part of yourself was unbelievably pleasured he was hurting. You turned around to make your way back to your previous cleaning, deciding to give in the pleasured-in-his-pain part of you. But then it just made your heart ache all the more whilst you pressed your back against the door sliding to the cool floor, burying your face in your hands before you started to weep violently.
Why was war with your own self arduously painful?

You demanded him to leave. Antonio suppressed his tears while walking home in the cool of the early night; you're grudge will not stop him however. Why? He was still in love with you and it hurt. He ran his sun-kissed hand through his rich locks and exhaled. He left the roses in front of your door hoping that you might open the door deciding to give him another chance then maybe pick up the red beauties and dash after him. He glanced back at your house that partially disappeared from the horizon and waited a while hoping that what he had fantasized was going to happen.
Misery engulfed him when he saw no (Color) - haired young girl running to him. He resumed walking while dull deep green orbs which were once bright and ecstatic were down cast. Hastily, he rubbed his eyes off the salty liquid that was threatening to slide of his dejected eyes. No, he wasn't going to give up.
He needed (Name) claimed as his and by his side forever.

The next day after school hours, one of the Carriedo fan girls craftily approached a certain Prussian who sat at a nearby bleacher by the cosmic soccer field, howling cheers or insults at the players.
"Hey Gil." The young cheer girl tapped the silvery-white haired teen's shoulder flirtatiously.
The previously mentioned male glanced up to see a cheer-uniformed girl twirling her finger at a loose blonde curl that fell off her high ponytail. He felt a tad anxious that a girl was about to 'probably' flirt with him given that he appeared weak in his current state.
"Why isn't Toni in practice today?" she questioned.
Ah, none of these girls could look past his un-awesome state; most of them would mock those who fell from the top even if those fallen ones were hot. The girls who had admired him in the past surprisingly disappeared and ignored him when he had his accident resulting to his pained ankle. Such girls who ran after status and good-looks deserved to know of aggravating news about where Antonio, the very guy they were obsessed with, had gone,
"Kesesese! He ditched zhe game to go find (Name) ~"
The girl's mouth hung open causing the white-haired male's mischievous smile to broaden.
"Ja, ja. He even wrote a song for zhe frau to serenade er vith, vant to see?" inquired the amused Prussian as he casually began to dig into his pockets for the rough outlining of the song and chords which the Spaniard requested his friend to utilize on his electric guitar then present the full-package of the song to you together with Francis.
"Zhen he wrote another song for er and in Spanish! Zhe zong vas zo zweet zhat it sprung awesome tears to my awesome eyes!"
He cheered as he unfolded the paper, displaying it at the gaping girl's eyes. Suddenly, the girl grumbled before racing towards her group of friends who were waiting. As soon as the girl spilled the news to her friends who were also admirers of the Spaniard, they began to panic and yell protests among each other. The Prussian who watched from his seat smirked once he heard something they mentioned out loud somewhere along the lines of,
"It didn't work, the plan didn't work…"
"I even stole the Janitor's crowbar for the locker!"
"Tsk, I even searched Google for gangster letterings…"
"You must go tell the others!"
Gilbert pulled his phone from his pocket before dialing a number; he pressed the phone to his left ear as the mobile rung a few times before being answered.

"Hallo?" Ludwig's seemingly deep voice penetrated through the phone.
"Brohas,I found zhe dummkopfs who sabotaged (Name). As expected zhey're zhe girls." replied the white-haired brother eagerly.
"Ja, zo ve vill move to phase two zhen."
"Nein, zhe awesome me has a better idea. Let us vait for (Name) to return from 'er suspension, I vant 'er to see it."
"Ja, ja. Zhose girls are vorse zhan Feliciano in keeping zhings to zhemselves."
"Kesesese~ I can't believe you're vith me in zhis bruder!"
"…(Name)… does not deserve zhis," sighed the blonde German through the phone," Zhe frau iz my friend."
With that, the younger brother of Gilbert hangs up. The Prussian rubbed his hands in mischief, thanks to you and your advice on using his crutch, his ankle healed progressively and he also gained the ol' awesome Gilbert back as well. He impishly looked over to the frantic and some crying girls at the side, oh was he going to have fun.

Sorry for the late updates TT^TT