Chapter 9: In Which Gilbert
"I'M NOT LATE FOR ONCE!"
The rest of To The West and parts of The United Nations were staring at him. It was literally 11:00, to the dot. Being the Prussian he is he took their stares and said, "Don't worry I shook Lizzy off at the hotel!" "What were you two doing?" Inquired Antonio.
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"Sup Matthew?" Gilbert stated awkwardly as the couple entered the auditorium a whole hour late. "Uh…hey," Matthew muttered nervously, stepping to the side in an attempt to avoid the rapper, heading straight to his drum set. France shot Gilbert a murderous glare before walking over to his guitar. Gilbert quickly rushed to the Canadian with the amazing ass- I mean, keep out the thought of his ass, keep them away! Alfred's half brother didn't look up so Gilbert waved a hand to get his attention.
He looked into those purple orbs and said, "Dude, I'm sorry for trying to take you from Francis." "Don't brood over it," Matthew said; a small trace of nervousness in his voice. Ok, so here is Gilbert pouring his heart out with the use of the term dude and all he gets is-
"No, I need to apologize appropriately," Gilbert remarked firmly, shaking his head in slight frustration. "Who are you and what have you done with Gilbert?" Matthew deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. (If Matthew would keep up with the story he would know that Gilbert has matured a lot in the past few chapters!) "I-I—w-what? Why?" Gilbert asked in confusion. The stare Matthew was giving him was starting to scare him. Man, Matthew has given Gilbert a lot of firsts; which isn't exactly a bad thing.
"The Gilbert I know won't let something so stupid worm itself into his head," Matthew started, settling into a more comfortable position on the stool. "He'd brush it aside and continue on with that hard head of his—kind of like Alfred," Gilbert huffed at being compared to the lead singer of The United Nations. "You're overthinking it Gilbert. It shouldn't bother someone like you that much, I've moved on, Francis has moved on despite how he acts, hell, even if he isn't involved, Alfred has moved on!"
This annoyed Gilbert a little bit, I mean HE'S BEEN SPAZZING ABOUT THIS SINCE IT STARTED! HE'S THE ONE WHO'S BEEN SWALLOWED UP INSIDE! He has been carrying the burden this whole time… and Matthew just SHOOK IT OFF!
"But Francis-" "Francis is just being protective—he's learned from the past, not brooding over it," Matthew shook his head, a bit irritated at what Gilbert could've said if he didn't interrupt, but it was expected. "He just needs to learn to trust you and if you keep overthinking all of this, you'll only pull a muscle."
"Wha…" It is official, Matthew is a genius. With this move he can attack and defend at the same time leaving Gilbert with nowhere to go.
"But I forgive you. I'm not sure if I've told you that already and if not—I forgive you, and I accept your apology. I'm a big softie okay? I've forgiven you since…well, for a long time even before I sort of 'set you straight' at the end of my tour of America okay?"
This moment, would be the greatest moment in pop culture history! But leave it to Alfred to screw the whole thing up, "Hey Gilbort! Need ya over here!" "So can you please stop making this so stressful?" finished Matthew. "I don't know how you do it—but yeah. I'll try to stop," Gilbert said and Matthew nodded his head with that confident grin still stuck to his face. He twirled his drumsticks in between his fingers before pointing one towards Alfred, reminding Gilbert that he had to go over to the singer.
"So, anything you want to go over for rehearsal or are you cool with everything?" he asked. "Dude, I'm totally cool," Gilbert grinned, furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm always ready." "Same! Well…not according to Artie, but I think I'm always ready for concerts," Alfred grinned. He then stood up. "I'm gonna go find those two by the way—we should get started with rehearsal," Gilbert nodded his head and watched the singer leave. With a sigh, the hung his head briefly before bringing it back up. The United Nations sometimes just seemed so complicated at times—one day they're all breaking up, another they're having a 'friendly' war against each other and another day, one of them gets hit by a car. Nothing really spectacular has happened to To the West lately. Dare he say, To the West was a middle aged man compared to The United Nations who could be considered a rambunctious teenager ready to prank the Royal Family of any country and be proud. …Damn it, now Gilbert kind of wanted to be a part of Alfred's band, then again he would be paired with Kiku (doesn't know about Hercules) and nothing happens to Kiku.
Kiku X Gilbert, sounds like a crack pairing to me! Once this thought passed through his mind he noticed a red powered Francis and a Flour dusted Arthur. "Idiots," he laughed with Feliciano. "I heard that!" Ludwig walked in, not exactly expecting to see a flour covered Arthur and red powder covered Francis pouting to themselves. Arthur approached the front of the stage once more, intent on getting the mobile he had dropped when he fell before slipping once more on the greased floor, having forgotten that it was still slippery. With a loud curse, Arthur hit the ground, grabbed his phone and rushed up the stairs to tackle a snickering Francis to the ground, getting himself in the middle of a wrestling match with the Frenchman. Two grown men wrestling in oil… sounds like something Ludwig could get into- I mean…
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"Whew, I'm impressed with the crowd this collaboration has attracted," Gilbert grinned as he approached Alfred who tossed him a water bottle. Catching it, he then uncapped it and took a long drink before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Alright, I'm ready to continue my mission to take over Europe." "Hah, me too," Alfred grinned. "Here, we'll be your rivals 'kay?" he continued and stuck out a hand. It took Gilbert a moment what Alfred was asking for before grinning himself and taking Alfred's hand, shaking it.
"Just remember that I had a boost during winter break." "Yeah, well I was in London during winter break too, so don't forget that—they're crazy for us." "Whoa, treaty going on here?" Francis asked as he seated himself in a chair across from Alfred's. The America let go of Gilberts hand and bent forward to grab another water bottle from a cooler and tossing it at the guitarist. "What's up?" "The United Nations and To the West are now officially rivals," Alfred grinned. "And we better take over Europe before they do," he continued confidently as Gilbert rolled his eyes. Francis decided to do the same as the rapper. "We're doomed." "Nonbeliever!"
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After The Concert
"Hey, where's Lizzy?" Feliciano asked innocently, ducking down and unknowingly avoiding a songbook that had just been thrown by Arthur. "You'd think she would've done anything to see that concert." "She was busy, but is going to meet us at the next location," Ludwig supplied and Feliciano smiled happily at the thought of seeing his friend again. They didn't know if Elizaveta considered Feliciano a friend, but they definitely knew the Italian thought of the Hungarian as a friend.
Alfred tacked Matthew and the wrestled each other on the ground, panting and really getting at each other. I will now explain in a way Yoai fan girls will understand:
Sexy Ass Matthew + Sexy Ass Alfred = Horney Gilbert.
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Elizaveta watched the two bands from a front row seat, Antonio having been nice enough to reserve one for her. Gilbert completely ignored her, Ludwig said he didn't really want anyone to think he liked her, which he does, at least Ludwig thinks so.
Francis currently had Arthur's guitar and a sharpie, probably to leave his name on it. Gilbert was correct. He looked at Elizaveta and felt the corners of his mouth slowly shift upward into an awkward smile, which he realized he was wearing and got rid of. Elizaveta didn't notice, not when there were two sexy gents catching their breath and fighting. LOVELY!
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Concert Time!
I'll sum it up for you: fabulous singing and Elizaveta had many MANY dirty thoughts looking up at all of them.
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They all looked over when they heard someone clapping. "Eh, didn't know you were that good little brother," the young man grinned and Arthur furrowed his large eyebrows at his older sibling. (Itachi Uchiha?) "Don't exactly remember you caring at all," he muttered, choosing to ignore his older brother. Francis glanced at Scott and hummed. "Well, it's about time to stop playing 'rock star' and come home," Scott changed the subject, approaching his younger sibling.
"Hey, you can't tell Arthur what to do," Alfred remarked firmly, stepping in front of Scott, taking a mental note that Scott was taller than he was. "How about you go home?" "Ah, is this Alfred?" Scott grinned, pointing a thumb down at Alfred. "The guy that shagged you over winter break?" WOah! Shagging! Was everyone fucking but Gilbert? "Put a sock in it Scott," Arthur demanded.
"Oh, I'm assuming that's a yes," Scott shrugged his shoulders. "M'kay, enough 'hero' play, Al, move aside, Arthur here has to study for next school year—last summer messed him up a bit with your dumb tour of America." "And when was the last time you cared about my grades?" Arthur hissed, narrowing his eyes at his sibling who shrugged his shoulders and stepped around Alfred who seemed to not know what to do, for he sent Arthur a questioning gaze.
"Hey you, bastard!" Lovino bit. "Nobody gave you permission to come say fucking 'hi' to us anyways," he continued sourly as he stepped forward. Scott groaned and looked at the smaller Italian who surprisingly stood his ground. "Ugh, come on, let's just go before we have a huge argument or something—mom needs you back home." "Mom never needed me back home," Arthur muttered.
"Peter misses you," Scott tried again. Alfred was looking at Arthur as if the British guitarist was going to betray him at any given moment and Arthur found himself not knowing what to do. Arthur was over thinking things. "Come on man," Arthur looked from his spot on the ground to see Scott holding a hand out, waiting for him to take hold of it. Licking his lips, Arthur's fingers twitched, but refused to move any further.
Roderich… You Bastard… You Remind Me Of Freaking Roderich! That stupid inviting voice! I should kick his ass! Hey! Maybe I will! The awesome way!
"Back off dude," Gilbert snapped. "Give the guy some damn thinking space, I wouldn't be surprised if your disgusting stench is keeping him from thinking straight—I can smell you all the way over here," he continued, waving a hand in front of his face whilst sticking out his tongue through his teeth in a taunting way.
"Oh, I'd like to hear you say that again."
"Hell yeah!" Gilbert grinned, puffing his chest out. He was dead nervous though—this guy looked like he could hold his own ground against even Ludwig. "You smell so bad man, I doubt he's even able to thi—!" Gilbert's head snapped to the side when Scott swung his fist at the other's head. The rapper stumbled back and fell on the floor. Ludwig seemed to have been operated by a power switch with how quickly he jumped into action.
I feel like a bad ass emotionally, but a chump physically… my face… maybe Matthew will kiss it and make it better? No! I just made peace! Not gonna screw things up now! Hmmm, oh right! Ludwig kick his ass!
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I just wanna thank my sister for giving me the flu… so mean. I also wanna thank my mom for making me go to school anyway. Lastly I wanna thank copy and paste, you make life wonderful again.
