Chapter 12

"Why are you being so hard to deal with Lovi?" Antonio whined.

"Don't call me that," Lovino crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on his bed. Antonio was filing through some dresser inside Lovino's room, trying to find something to wear. If they were all going off the movie, then this would be the moment where everything would be decided. This ballroom dance scene.

"But it's so cute!" Antonio gushed.

"No, it's not!" Lovino snapped.

"What if Gilbert said it?" Antonio smirked and Lovino glared at him.

"Don't fuck with me," Lovino growled. "I don't even like him that way."

"Belle wasn't sure how she felt about Beast at this point either," Antonio chimed.

"Quit fucking comparing us," Lovino rolled his eyes. "I get it that we're similar, alright?"

"Fine," Antonio sighed and turned back to the dresser, filing through everything inside it. "What about this?" He pulled out a powder blue suit.

"What the fuck is wrong with a stupid black suit?" Lovino groaned. "Or do you just not have normal in stock here?"

"But just plain black is so boring," Antonio whined.

"I will hit you if you don't fucking shut up," Lovino stated.

"I'm sure I'll find something you'll like," Antonio continued rifling through the drawers.

"A black suit," Lovino sighed, resting his head in his hand. "Is that so hard to ask for?"

"Si!"


"You can't be like your normal self."

"And why not?"

"Because you're you."

"I'd say just be polite."

"He does not exactly respond to polite. His tactic earlier seemed to be working just fine. Just be straight-forward, mon ami."

"Maybe if I actually got solid advice, I would listen to you."

"And you should definitely be sure to keep those fangs away."

"I get it," Gilbert groaned, slumping against a wall in his room as Francis, Arthur, and Elizaveta finally stopped in trying to give him advice. "Calm the hell down. I didn't even ask for your help in the first place."

"But you definitely need it, mon ami," Francis patted his shoulder.

"Pretty sure I don't," Gilbert shoved his hand away. "Last time I checked, nearly all of what's been happening this past week has been all me."

"And last time I checked, he still hates you a bit," Arthur sighed.

"Besides, I don't think that you even know how to dress for the big dance scene," Elizaveta mused.

"Okay, this is not going to be anywhere close to that," Gilbert groaned. "It's not some magic Disney moment or some shit. I don't even think it'll be a dance. Maybe dinner. He wasn't exactly descriptive."

"But we're at that point of the movie anyway!" Elizaveta said happily.

"We're not gonna fall in love just by dancing," Gilbert stated.

"But you feel the sparks, do you not?" Francis asked.

"I don't know," Gilbert sighed. "We're awkward teenagers, alright? I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to know."

"He has only known the lad for a couple of days," Arthur sighed.

"Thank you," Gilbert stated. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna go run away now." With that, he easily forced his way through the three and made it out of his room. He did a quick mental check to see who was in what room and was happy when he found that the library was empty. He was able to make it there in less than a minute, easily shoving aside the heavy wood doors.

He had to admit, being alone could be nice, especially when he was beginning to have a need for blood again. It was almost as if drinking Lovino's blood just a few days ago made him want it so much more. If anyone so much as cut themselves on paper, he could smell it. It nearly drove him insane. No matter how much food he tried to eat or how much he tried to drink, he couldn't stop thinking about blood.

He slumped down on the chair that Lovino had been sleeping on for the past couple nights and was pleased to find out that those three weren't looking for him. He could just easily lean back and relax…if only Lovino weren't coming towards the library. At least he was alone. He was probably just coming here for the same reason Gilbert was; to be alone.

Lovino faltered when he opened the door and groaned as he closed it.

"What the fuck, are you just stalking me or something?" Lovino asked.

"Small house," Gilbert shrugged. "Besides, the library's awesome. I like the library."

"Says the guy that said he hadn't read for the past five years," Lovino scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you did listen when I talked to you," Gilbert smirked and placed a hand over his heart. "I'm touched."

"Barely," Lovino snorted and stood in front of where Gilbert sat. "So, what now?"

"What?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm pretty sure this is one of the only times where we'll be alone now that the others aren't afraid to be near you," Lovino stated. "I'm guessing if we're supposed to figure out if we like each other, now would be the time."

"What did you plan on doing?" Gilbert asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"I don't fucking know!" Lovino snapped. "I'm not supposed to do all of the work here!"

"Then, let's dance," Gilbert smirked, standing up.

"Are you serious?" Lovino deadpanned.

"Ja, I am," Gilbert nodded simply.

"Do you even know how to fucking dance?" Lovino asked.

"I can do without the curse words, thank you," Gilbert laughed. "And, yes, I was forced to learn how to slow dance in some high school PE class."

"I highly doubt that," Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Wanna bet?" Gilbert smirked.

"Bet what?" Lovino asked.

"I'll make you dinner if I can't," Gilbert shrugged.

"And if you can?" Lovino asked. "What do I have to do?"

"Kiss me," Gilbert gave a wicked smile.

"Fuck no," Lovino snapped.

"Why not?" Gilbert laughed. "Aren't we supposed to fall desperately in love with each other or some shit?"

"You are fully aware that I'm not falling for that Disney bullshit," Lovino stated.

"Disney's overrated," Gilbert patted him on the shoulder. "I'd say we give it our best shot. And if the kiss doesn't work then we know that my curse isn't broken and we can go on with our lives."

"Fine," Lovino sighed. "But one kiss is all you're gonna get out of me."

"Ja, ja, sure thing," Gilbert laughed. "But what about if it does break my little curse?"

"Then we'll find out after that happens," Lovino stated.

"As long as you've got it all planned out," Gilbert smirked and held his hands up around Lovino in a dance position. "Shall we?"

"Why do I have to be the fucking girl?" Lovino grumbled as he joined his right hand with Gilbert's and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Because you're shorter," Gilbert winked, placing his left hand on Lovino's side.

"Watch what you say while I'm this close to you," Lovino stated.

"You wound me, good sir," Gilbert laughed.

"Don't you need some sort of music for this stupid thing?" Lovino sighed, looking away from Gilbert awkwardly.

"Not if you're as awesome as I am at it," Gilbert smirked and took the first step. Lovino followed him. "See? I can dance just fine."

"This is stupid," Lovino sighed, following Gilbert's steps easily. "And it's fucking awkward without any music."

"What happened to not cursing?" Gilbert laughed.

"I never agreed to stop cursing," Lovino glared at him.

"But you sound so much more sophisticated without cursing," Gilbert teased.

"Are you saying I sound stupid?" Lovino deadpanned.

"Of course not, my dear," Gilbert chuckled.

"I'm not your fucking dear," Lovino rolled his eyes.

"We'll find out after that kiss you promised me," Gilbert smirked and Lovino turned a light red. "How adorable," he teased.

"Shut the fuck up," Lovino snapped.

"You're no fun," Gilbert laughed.

"It's not exactly my goal," Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well-" Gilbert froze. Antonio had apparently gone into the kitchen, giving up on looking for Lovino, and cut himself with some knife. Immediately, a craving for blood, especially Lovino's, came into his mind. He pushed Lovino away and quickly backed up to the bookshelf furthest away.

"What the fuck was that?" Lovino crossed his arms over his chest impatiently.

"Don't worry about it," Gilbert muttered. He gauged how long it would take him to get to the door from where he was, but that also required going past Lovino. He couldn't trust himself enough to go past him.

"Does this have something to do with blood?" Lovino asked.

"No," Gilbert lied.

"Look," Lovino sighed. "I know mine was the first blood you've ever tasted. And, knowing you, you haven't had any blood after that. Right now, you look like some hungry animal."

"Then you should just get away," Gilbert stated.

"Vampires need blood, dipshit," Lovino rolled his eyes and started walking towards him. "Just take some of mine."

"No," Gilbert said easily. "Remember how I nearly killed you last time?"

"Si, but now I trust you," Lovino stopped in front of him and Gilbert gritted his teeth.

"You should know full well that you can't," Gilbert stated.

"Then I'm even more of an idiot than you are," Lovino stated.

"No way in hell," Gilbert shook his head. "I'm not drinking any more blood. Ever."

"Stop being so fucking difficult," Lovino rolled his eyes. "I trust you and that's all that matters. You need blood and, luckily, I happen to have some."

"No," Gilbert glared at him.

"I'm not going to give you that kiss until you do it," Lovino stated. "I don't want to see you killing yourself over the fact that you don't trust yourself. You need to man up. Since you're apparently so dead set on being a fucking vampire, then you're going to be following their rules. Just drink my blood."

"What happens if I don't stop?" Gilbert asked.

"I know you will, idiot," Lovino scoffed. "Just do it now and get it over with and I'll prove that I'm right."

Gilbert wanted to say yes more than anything. Just a taste of blood would probably satisfy him for at least a couple days. But this was Lovino. Last time he'd tasted blood, he nearly drank him dry, and he didn't want to risk killing Lovino again. He cared about him too much.

"I can't," Gilbert shook his head.

"I know you can," Lovino sighed. "It's just that you won't because you too fucking scared to let yourself. I'm not moving until you do it."

"I can easily move you out of the way," Gilbert tried.

"With that look, I know that you getting that close to me will make you drink my blood," Lovino said. "Just do it and save us the time."

"No," Gilbert shook his head and moved to push Lovino aside, prove that he could actually get past him, but that proved to be a bad idea and he froze at the smell of blood so close to him. Those bite marks were still ever present on his neck and Gilbert bristled slightly.

"You're such a fucking idiot," Lovino let out a sigh and tilted his neck slightly.

"You're sure you trust me?" Gilbert asked.

"Yes, now shut the fuck up and get it over with," Lovino stated.

Gilbert nodded slowly and bit down as lightly as he could bring himself to, though Lovino still flinched a little. The second he tasted blood, he nearly lost it. He had no idea that his need for blood was this bad and he quickly and easily continued drinking. He could have kept going, but he suddenly remembered what he was doing, whose blood he was drinking. He somehow willed himself to stop and slowly pulled back, feeling blood still running down his mouth slightly.

Luckily, Lovino was still standing and still staring at him.

"You have some blood on your mouth," Lovino stated.

"Ja, sorry," Gilbert muttered and whipped his mouth. "Thanks, by the way, I needed that."

"Yes, you did, dipshit," Lovino rolled his eyes.

"So, about that kiss," Gilbert smirked.

"Not when you have my blood around your mouth," Lovino stated simply.

"Party pooper," Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest.


I debated on ending this with a cliffhanger, but I decided to be nice. Plot wise, we all know what's gonna happen next, or do we? I'm just that cruel, aren't I? Well, anyway, they had a nice, cute, fluffy scene! And I think the library is a better place for them to have this nice, close moment than some stuffy ballroom. That's just not their style.

Anywho, please review! It's totally awesome!