Roderich

Fishing out the phone from my pocket, I immediately dialed Elizaveta's number. Taking the folders, I headed my way out of the coffee shop and back to my apartment

After a few rings, someone picked up. "What is it this time Roddy? I'm in the middle of doing something—" I cut her off, saying, "I signed the contract."

With the clashing of something that sounded like a plate to the floor, she screamed to the top of her lungs. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "So, how do they look like?"

"You should get over here to the condo right now. I wouldn't want to go to wherever you are right now. I'm exhausted." I said, hailing a taxi. Well, since I broke up with Ludwig, I have no choice but commute going home. Sucks for me.

"Fine. Let me just finish my... well... teehee... business here. I'll come right over before even you can get home. Hihi..." Elizaveta agreed. "Be seeing you!" And then she hung up on me.

I shook my head in disgust. She was probably having an emergency meeting with her club... again. Probably the fifth time this week. I've always loved Elizaveta as a friend. I really do, but just sometimes, instances like this, she was just a little too much for me.

As soon as the cab stopped in front of my apartment, I went straight for my laptop as soon as I got in. While waiting for Elizaveta, I decided to check my blog (hey, I may be nerdy, but that doesn't mean I can't run a blog, right?) and my inbox was... well, had more messages than usual. Of course, anonymous questions filled up most of it.

Want me to teach you how to kiss so Ludwig would want to take you back? Here's my number. Call me when you need some help ;)

Are you a lousy kisser?

Are you still a virgin?

"What the hell..." I muttered. So much questions about my lousy kissing techniques and my virginity. If this was how people would see me right now, I only had Lovino and Ludwig to blame. (Who else, of course?) They're gonna pay. Big time.

Oh, if only you knew the agony of answering all these stupid questions. Of course, I'd answer most of it with: "Fahr zur Hölle, du Bastard!" in this case, I do not want to translate. Go find another German person and ask them to translate that for you. Let's see who'll be crying in 5 seconds time. Anyway, answering these questions consumed my time, and probably an hour after I arrived, and after answering the last batch of questions, Elizaveta finally arrived. I didn't bother asking her why she's late, or why she'd promised that she's going to arrive here first than me.

She took a sneak at my open laptop screen, and asked, " ? Oh god, Roddy, don't you know how many asshole anons are out there?"

"I'm clearly aware of that," I sighed. "I should clearly turn off the anon questions in the settings. Remind me that later." I added.

"Just don't mind them. So... your makeover is done. All you have to do now is to focus on your kissing lessons. You'll have him crawling on his knees wanting you back in no time. Now, let's me see those files." She said, brushing some stray hairs away from her face, and clipping them aside.

So we opened the first folder, and read through it together.

Antonio Fernández Carriedo

Name: Stated above already, mi amore.

Nickname: Toni, or Antonio. Or anything you'd like.

Birthday: February 12, 1995

Hobbies: Mixing drinks, playing the guitar, playing with young children

No. of customers as of September 2013: 23 (both male and female)

Comment from customers: He's one heck of a gentleman and also a good kisser.

Complaints from customers: none

Right. So the bartender from the other night had been Antonio. Nice background. No complaints, and he was a gentleman.

The next file was on Gilbert the PMS-ing Grump.

Gilbert Beilschmidt

Name: Dude, check up there.

Nickname: Gil

Birthday: January 18, 1995

Hobbies: Drinking beer. Nothing else.

No. of customers as of September 2013: 35 (both male and female)

Comment from customers: He has two moods—either he's playing hard to get, or too easy to get. Either way, I'm in love with his game.

Complaints: I just can't get enough of him!

What the hell was this file trying to imply? Mister Man-of-Few-Words is actually a charmer, with 35 customers already? I still cringed at the fact on how he handles his clients. And what the hell is this I can't get enough of him bullshit? He doesn't look anything close to being a good kisser!

Sliding his file to the side, I looked through the last folder.

Francis Bonnefoy

Name: Francis Bonnefoy, mon amie. :*

Nickname: Mister Francey-Pants

Birthday: July 14th, 1995

Hobbies: Flirting and playing with women in bed

No. of customers as of September 2013: 36 (both male and female)

Comment from customers: He made me feel like a virgin.

Complaints: Hey! He stole my virginity... but I loved it!

Oh shit, so he was the one who kissed me in public.

"Roddy! Whatever did you do in your previous life to receive all these wonderful blessings!?" Elizaveta exclaimed. "Praise the heavens, you are one lucky bitch!" she whispered to herself.

"Hello? Where on earth is the luck in this?" I waved a hand in front of her.

"Duh, Roddy! Are you a moron, or an idiot? Oh wait, you're both!" she said, laughing and on the verge of crying. "Don't you know who these bad boys are? They're the love gods of World Academy!" she said.

"So? The hell do I have to do with the 'love gods' department?" I asked. (As if something like that even exists, I thought.)

"What the heck do you mean, 'so'? Don't you understand? This is a privilege! A gift from the love god herself! You'd be able to have kissing sessions with the most sought-after boys in World Academy!" she said.

"Boys?" I retorted. "Remember, I only get to choose one."

"But still!" Elizaveta waved off. "What bothers me is why they still have this kissing program. It's not as if they need the money anyway."

"Maybe they're just capitalizing on their pervertedness," I mumbled to myself.

"Well, I guess anyone would want to kiss them, so why on earth not charge for it? Smart guys, those three," Elizaveta said. She looked through the files once more, then grinned at me. "So, who're you gonna chose?"

I shrugged. "What do you think?"

"Well, to be completely honest, I'd choose any of them," she said. "From what I've heard though, Antonio is the nicest. Gilbert's the cool, aloof type. Very quiet, but when you get to know him better, he's one hell of a rollercoaster ride. And really popular, nonetheless. That Francis, though—he's the daredevil of the three. Word on him is that he's a playboy and he's devirginized so many girls that people have lost count. They say he's full of it, but who can blame him? He's handsome, he's rich, and he's smart to boot!"

I narrowed my eyes at Elizaveta. "Mhm, stalker."

"Shut your mouth, Roderich!" Elizaveta laughed out loud and hit me.

"I'm just a fan! It's not like many people didn't already know what I've just told you! Not to hurt your feelings, but you're just a nerd who's contented to wither away in the library, unlike most people who actually have a life."

"Gah, whatever Elizaveta."

"Anyway," she pressed, "have you chosen anyone yet?"

I zeroed in on one picture. "I have someone in mind, but I'm not so sure yet." I said. Elizaveta grinned and looked at the clock. "Oh, would you look at the time! I really have to be heading home now! Promise me you'll call once you've decided?" she said.

"Of course," I assured her. I walked her to the front door and went back to the files.

Right. So who should I choose?

A/N: Holy crap. For how many months have I neglected this fanfic. I'm very sorry to those to who've been waiting for an update since last year. I really am. ;;v;; But here's the update anyway! :3 Next chapter is on it's way so stay tuned maybe?