"Those tulips are beautiful sir!" a worker at the flower shop told Gilbert happily. "Are they for someone special?" she asked, smiling at him. Gilbert gazed down at the flowers. He smiled sadly at them. They reminded him so much of her. "You could say that."
The girl looked a bit disappointed, hoping the man was single. "Well I hope she likes them!" She replied, trying to sound cheery.
He didn't notice though. He was still admiring the flowers. Feeling their soft pedals. Inhaling their intoxicating aroma. He was infatuated with the flowers. "She will. They're her favorite."
Gilbert stood on the hill top where Eliza was placed. It was her favorite spot. She loved going there with Gilbert when they were kids. She would tell him about how she wanted to go to New York when she was older and he listened to every word.
She looked up to the sky and talked about how she wanted to leave the small town and live as an artist in the city where she has never been. Eliza would make up wild fantasies about eating at the fanciest restaurants every night, shop at Macys for her everyday clothes, and spend her days shopping then at night transform into the star she was meant to be. Then she would be pulled from her dreams and look at Gilbert. Her smile faded and Eliza gazed at him. "You're going to come with me," She said. "I want you in New York with me."
He smiled at the memory and looked down at the grave marker as tears dripped down his neck. "H-Hey Eliza..." he said softly. "I know... I know it's been a while since I've seen you... I'm sorry it took me this long but I didn't think I would be able to..." he chuckled. "I'm still not! Haha."
There was a pause. The air was stale even though they were outside. He bit his lip. "I-I wanted you to know every things better then it seems! I may have lost my boyfriend... My house... My high school love... My best friend. B-But things are looking up! I still have my job! I have my brother!" he stops. That's it. That's all he has. That was less than he had going into this mess. "A-And that's all! But it doesn't matter! I'll live. There's more to life then happiness!" Don't ask me what...
He sighed. "My life's falling apart Liza. I don't know what to do... I-I love Mattie but he hates me. I don't think I can handle not being with him..." Gilbert sniffed and placed the flowers down. "Thanks for listening. You're the only one who will..." his lip quivered and he turned his back to the grave.
Still overcome with sadness, Gilbert made his way down to a playground just at the foot of the hill. He walked on the sand to the swings. Then just sat there. Thinking about events. He used to do the same thing with Eliza. In the same swings. But they talked instead of thought.
"Zach, stop it!" a small little girl cried. Her hair was a long brown and her eyes a deep green. If Gilbert didn't know any better, he'd say that little girl was Elizaveta.
Then the boy, Zach, was shorter than her. His hair was so blonde it was almost white. Gilbert couldn't see his eyes but he guessed a blue or a light green.
"Sorry Lizzie!" Zach said loudly. "But I had the toy first!" Lizzie huffed at his rudeness. "I don't care! I should have gotten it because I'm the girl!"
"But you don't act like one!" Zach fought. Lizzie gasped and pushed him down, running off.
Gilbert smiled lightly. Veta and I had that same conversation, He thought. Boys will be boys and girls will be girls no matter what generation it is. Maybe Gilbert and Elizaveta weren't that unique. Maybe this was just history repeating itself. Will those two be in the same place years from now? Or will they be everything that Gilbert and Elizaveta were not. Would they live happily? Marry? Have kids? While Gilbert was alone wishing he could be like them.
If only we could write our own destinies…
Gilbert had sat there for hours before he went back to his brother's house. There, he wasn't even able to eat. He just hobbled over to the couch and fell over. It was only 6:30 P.M. but Gilbert needed the blissful touch of sleep to wash over him. In a matter of seconds he was out.
After what seemed like only minutes the albino was rudely awakened by his brother. Ludwig shook him until his eyes cracked open. Then the younger took Gilbert by the collar and dragging him towards the front door. "Yo Lud! What's going on?" Gilbert yelled before he was thrown out onto the lawn. His face met the green grass with a painful greeting. "The fuck Ludwig?" he snapped.
"Ask your friend." Ludwig said before slamming the door.
Gilbert's head whipped around to see Francis standing there with a shot gun pointed to his head. The Prussian nearly shit his pants. He scrambled to his feet. Gilbert's heart pounded in his ears. The bastard is going to kill me! "Francis it's not what you think!"
"I KNEW YOU WERE NO GOOD FOR MY MATTHEIU! I know you'd use him from the moment you said something!" Francis screamed, eyes burning with anger. Matthew was hurt and someone needed to pay. Why not Gilbert?
"No, dude, please! Listen to me!" Francis cocked the gun. "I-It's not my fault! I love Mattie and he took it the wrong way and-!" A bullet grazed Gilbert's arm, tearing open his skin slightly. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU ALMOST FUCKING SHOT ME!" Gilbert's other hand covered the small wound as crimson began to flow from it and pain throbbed.
Francis glared at his choppy work. "Next time I won't miss." he hissed, cocking his gun again. Francis was aiming at his heart this time. "How dare you blame your unfaithfulness on my Matthieu? He 'as done nothing to you! You just take and take from him!"
Gilbert was at a loss of words. They fumbled from his mouth and sounded like nonsense. Francis wasn't even listening. He was counting how many bullets he had. "But not anymore," The Frenchman hissed evilly. "I'm going to kill you so no one has to deal with you ever again."
Gilbert gulped, knowing this just might be the end of him. Conversations ran through his head and all of a sudden one just belted out of his lungs. "PLEASE! Francis I never meant to hurt Matthew! I love him! My past just came up to bite me in the ass!"
Francis growled. "And what does that mean? That you should have a get-out-of-me-killing-you card just because you had heart break in the past? HA! I couldn't care less about what happened to you!"
Well that crashed and burned! THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE! Quickly he said "This isn't what Matthew would want! He would want the shit beat out of me but not me dying!" Francis contemplated. "A-And if you really want to fuck up years of friendship go ahead! Shoot me!" Gilbert went out on a limb to spread his arms out wide, giving a clear shot of his heart.
For a moment, the stood there. The gun was raised and arms were spread. The between them was tense. Neither of them was going to stand down.
Suddenly, the weapon was dropped. It clattered to the concrete, lucky not to have gone off. With some sense of relief, Gilbert arms were lower slightly. Though his torso was still open for an attack. A fist clashed with his toned stomach.
Gilbert fell to his knees and clutched his aching stomach. He coughed once, twice, a third time was tinted red. He groaned at the sight.
"GET UP!" Francis commanded. With shame Gilbert rose, head hanging. He raised his head slightly in order to see through his bangs. As soon as he was adjusted to standing again, he was knocked down once more. The fist had collided with his face this time. Gilbert coughed up more blood until another shout came. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO STAND UP?"
With a whimper the albino was on his feet again, still holding onto his stomach. Before he even had a chance to blink, another fist hit the other side of his face, sending him to the other side of the law. Both sides of his face were pounding and his stomach leaped in pain.
They were three good, clear shots. Something inside of Gilbert thought he was done. Though a part knew he wasn't. A foot and stomach met. The foot delivered kicks to his face and legs as well. By the time Francis was done, Gilbert was red and swollen all around. He could feel whatever blood he had left as it circulated, trying to fix itself.
To put the icing on the cake, the Frenchman spit on his friend. "You are a lucky man. I went easy on you," He hissed, turning and heading to his car. "You better pray that Alfred doesn't come after you. He might not leave you alive." With those final words of a loving good bye, Francis got in his car and left him there on the lawn.
Not long after Ludwig came and helped his brother inside, giving him ice and making sure he doesn't fall off his chair. "You know… Your friends are crazy." The blonde informed Gilbert as he applied disinfectant to his left temple. Gilbert hissed in pain and nodded. "Yeah. I know." He said simply, staring at a tile on the floor. It seems as if Gilbert's eyes were glued to the poor tile. He refused to look up. His mind still transfixed on the events that just took place and the words Francis had said.
His best friend just came at him with a gun. He shot at him. Then he beat the shit out of him. That was something Gilbert never thought would happen. He even said he was glad the over protective wrath of Francis would never rain down on him. Things change Gilbert, he told himself.
Then there was Alfred to deal with. He was just as-if not more-protective of Matthew. Francis went as far as to bring a gun. What would Alfred do? Come with a gun as well? But he wouldn't be able to save himself then. The connection and history between Francis and Gilbert saved his ass today. What will I do when Alfred is pointing a gun at my heart and no one's there to save me? Will that be the end of me? He asked, suddenly scared to run into the American.
"Come on Gilbert," Ludwig said softly as he helped his brother to the couch. "You have work tomorrow."
The next day Gilbert limped into the café, his bum leg lugging behind him. Once he was in the small café he saw Antonio and Romano conversing. They looked his way, Antonio's eyes lighting up, Romano's sharpening into a glare. Matthew is Romano's best friend.
"Gil~! How are-," His eyes fell over Gilbert's bruised face and awkward leg. "What the hell happened to you?" The Spaniard gasped. Romano, who also noticed the injuries, cringed then shrugged. "I think he looked better that way." The Italian said spitefully, giving Antonio a quick kiss before leave, bumping his shoulder on Gilbert's. It nearly knocked him over.
Gilbert grasped the chair next to him in order to stay standing. Antonio ran to aid his friend, sitting him down in said chair. "What happened to you?" The Prussian sighed, thinking Francis at least told Antonio. Gilbert then explained everything that had happened the night before right down to what Francis had said.
Antonio was shell struck. "I can't believe he would point a gun at you…" Gilbert nodded, he couldn't believe it either. The room grew silent. Antonio was desperate to change the mood. He broke the silence with an awkward laugh. "O-Oh! B-By the way! I'm throwing Roma and Feli a birthday part in a few weeks~! Since you are my best friend I want you to come!"
Gilbert looked at him as if he was crazy. "I'll get my throat slit."
"Come on. I need you to help me pull it together. Please?"
"Fine but if I die it's your fault."
*sobs in the corner* this one has one chapter left! *cries harder* It was my second on here! It's not even that long…..Fuck…. Well! Here it is! Chapter 10! Poor Gil huh? Getting the shit beat out of him then having to plan a party for ANOTHER person who wants to kill him. How will this end? Will Matthew and Gilbert get back together? WHO KNOWS? No really, who knows? I don't….