Author's Note: Ah, I just wanted to say, you guys are awesome (not as awesome as Prussia cause he's soo awesome, but still), and I really enjoy your support and comments! ^^
It was Saturday morning and both boys were at the table in the kitchen eating breakfast when Valentin's brother got home. He glanced in the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Gilbert and did a double take before waving it off and going up the stairs saying, "If I find out you touched my brother I'll kill you." and closed the door to his bedroom. Upon hearing this, Gilbert looked towards the stairs with a worried expression, Valentin giggling. "He means inappropriately. I think." assured, taking another bite of his breakfast. "How about you and I go out today?" Gilbert offered, taking a drink of his orange juice. Valentin smiled and nodded, "I'd love to. I don't really feel like doing anything too special, how about we just go about town, maybe to the park?" the blonde agreed. Gilbert grinned and nodded as well, "Sounds awesome." He was happy to finally be going out with his boyfriend. Boyfriend. The thought of Valentin being his boyfriend made Gilbert's heart flutter with excitement, the corners of his lips stretching further into a wide grin. Valentin giggled at the sight of the other's slowly widening smile.
"What are you so smiley about?" he asked. "I'm just happy to know you're mine." Gilbert replied, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. "I'm happy to be yours. Let's get dressed, you can borrow some of my clothes, and I'll wash the ones you're wearing." Valentin offered, getting up from the table and putting the dishes in the sink. Gilbert stood up as well and stretched.
After getting dressed, Gilbert wearing one of Valentin's few T-shirts, one with a woman's lips, mouth open to show four fangs, the bottom of the shirt saying "Vampire" in cursive writing, a pair of his few dark blue jeans and Gilbert's own 'Prussian' blue jacket he wore when he arrived at the other's house. Valentin wore a jersey similar to the Romanian soccer team's, a pair of black skinny jeans and deep blue converse. "Well…" Gilbert mused once he caught a glimpse of the blonde. "What?" Vali asked, raising an eyebrow and going to fix his hat in his mirror. 'Nothing, it's just, I've never seen you so casual before. You're usually so dressed up." Valentin looked at his boyfriend with confused expression, "That is my casual. This is my lazy. That, and I don't get much of a chance to wear my jersey." he smirked, "Romania forever!" the blonde then quietly shouted, throwing a peace sign into the air.
Gilbert just smiled at his boyfriend's excitement and support for his country. Come soccer season, the two were really going to have to watch the matches together. Gilbert was excited for that, he was excited to think that they could be together for a long time. "I'm ready! We can go now, just after I throw your clothes into the wash, I'll meet you at the front door!" Valentin practically sang as he gathered Gilbert's clothes and hopped down the stairs, his boyfriend following him down. The blonde skipped into the kitchen, to the basement door next to a little supply closet. As he bounded down the stairs, eager to get back up to his boyfriend, Valentin couldn't help but to be a little nervous. After all, this was his first date. After tossing the clothes into the wash along with some others, Valentin rushed up the stairs to meet his boyfriend for their date.
The couple strolled through the town hand in hand, stopping in a few shops to browse, not really buying anything. They stopped in a few antiques shops, messing with the old trinkets and clothes there, even stopping in a costumes shop and dressing up in the many funny looking costumes, taking pictures, laughing and having fun. Eventually, they left the shop and headed to the park in the middle of town, Valley Park. They walked up to the large fountain towards the other end of the park to rest a while. Gilbert sat down on the fountain ledge, Valentin sitting in between his legs as the other wrapped his arms around the smaller, resting his chin on his head, lightly rocking side to side while they watched other people run and play or just relax in the park.
"This is perfect." Valentin sighed, leaning back into his boyfriend's chest. This made Gilbert smile as he held his love. They spent the rest of the day together like this, both more than happy to do so.
Sunday came, and with Aleks' connections, Gilbert was able to meet with a few doctors at the hospital, Valentin with him. They said that once he got his grades up, he would be able come into the hospital on his free time and start with something like an internship, to get the feel of it and understand what he would be getting himself into. Gilbert had never been so excited and grateful in his entire life. All day he kept telling Valentin how thankful he was to him, Valentin smiling and saying, "You're Welcome Gilbert," and "Of course Gilbert," and "Yes, Gil, you're welcome, pay attention."
They were led into a small room that held all patient's, past and present, medical records by Dr. Shinra Kishitani, the doctor Gilbert would be studying under. Valentin had excused himself to the bathroom earlier, and Dr. Kishitani had a sudden patient to attend to, leaving Gilbert alone in the small record room. Checking through the door's small window to make sure no one was around, Gilbert decided to take a peek at the records. He started randomly, choosing one of the drawers marked 'B'. Gilbert lazily flipped though the files, not really looking for anything in particular, when a name caught his eye. He blinked a few times, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but realizing it wasn't an illusion, his stomach tightened. 'Beilschmidt, Julia' Gilbert hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the file. The file was fairly thick; his mother was a strong woman, yet often got in trouble, injuring herself sometimes. The scar on her face evidenced that. But she was strong, that's where Gilbert liked to believe he got his strength and personality from.
He opened the file somewhere in the middle and began to read through it. Reaching the first page, Gilbert was smiling, silently chuckling at his mother's antics that resulted in her usually minor injuries. The smile soon dissolved and his heart dropped, his stomach tightened when his eyes rested on the top page of the file's stack of papers. It was a death certificate.
Name: Julia Beilschmidt
Maiden Name: Julia Adler
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: January 21, 1971
Place of Birth: Dresden, Germany
Date of Death: March 17, 1999
Place of Death: Valley, U.S.
Age: 28
Race: White
Marital Status: Married
Spouse: Aldrich Beilschmidt
Occupation: None
Mother: Lorelei Adler
Father: Edmund Adler
Children (Y/N): Yes, 2 boys, Gilbert Beilschmidt (3) and Ludwig Beilschmidt (9 months)
Cause of Death: Car accident, blunt force trauma, broken neck. Instant death.
The air was gone from Gilbert's lungs. He read the paper over and over, not believing it was real. Dead. His mother was dead. She never left, she died. The day she left for the supermarket she was in a car accident and she was killed instantly. His father always said she left, he always blamed him, but the truth was, she was dead. Gilbert knew his mother would never leave her family, she loved her boys too much to leave. Gilbert clenched his jaw, sudden anger rising up inside him. All his life he was told to believe that he was the cause of his mother's leaving, when in fact, she was killed. The only comfort Gilbert got from reading this certificate was that his mother didn't have to suffer, that the death was instantaneous.
Valentin opened the door, "There you are Gil- Gilbert, what's wrong?" he asked, approaching his boyfriend and gingerly putting his hands on his shoulders only for the other boy to turn around and thrust the file at the blonde. Startled, Valentin took the document folder, reading over the death certificate. "Is this….your mother?" Vali asked quietly, looking up to try and meet his partner's adverted eyes. Gilbert shock with fury and sadness, fists clenching. He was not going to stand for this. "Vali, we need to go. I'm taking you home, I have something to do." he growled through clenched teeth. Valentin looked worried as he watched his boyfriend stomp from the records room. The blonde quickly put the file back in its place and closed the drawer, following his white-haired love out of the hospital.
On the walk home, one of which Gilbert practically sped through, Valentin having a hard time catching up, the Romanian continued to try his best to get his boyfriend to calm down and tell him why he was so upset. "Valentin, just stop. I'll tell you later I promise." Gilbert spoke gently , holding both of Valentin's hands in his and kissing his forehead, turning and trotting down the porch steps towards the wrought iron gate. "Gil." Valentin called after his boyfriend. Gilbert turned around with a rub of his nose, "Ja?" The blonde smiled and opened the front door, "Don't forget Gilbird." The little yellow bird flew out of the house, chirping at his master before landing in his hair. "Come back tomorrow for your clothes okay?" the blonde smiled, Gilbert nodding. Valentin blew the other boy a kiss before going into his house and waving to him from his front window. Gilbert waved back and left the property, toward his own house. He had to have a few words with his father.
When Gilbert got home, he slammed the front door, making his presence know to all in the house. His three dogs Blackie, Berlitz, and Aster, all scampered up to welcome him. "Shut up, go lay down!" he commanded, but still they hustled around their master. "Gilbird, would you please?" Gilbert asked his pet, the little yellow canary fluttering up and leading the dogs away. Gilbert's father entered the room, "Why are you slamming doors? Where the fuck have you been?" he practically shouted. Gilbert clenched his fist and finally burst, "You fucking lying bastard." he sneered in a quietly dangerous whisper. "Excuse me?" his father asked in a disbelieving tone. He still had a black eye, a cut on his lip, and bandage on his nose from his last encounter with his son.
"I didn't stutter, you heard me." Gilbert shot back. "I know what really happened. You fucking lied to me! To Ludwig!" His father's face twisted into snarl. "I'd never lie to my son!" Gilbert scoffed at this, deciding it was time for the truth. "Ludwig! Come here!" he called for his brother not taking his eyes from his lying father. "I don't want to be involved in your arguments Gilbert!" his brother called back. "Ludwig!"
"I told-"
"It's about Mama!" That made Ludwig change his mind. He came into the living room with a serious-concerned look on his face. "I was with Valentin today. He's helping me to become a doctor." The father scoffed and rolled his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you? You'll never become a doctor, Gilbert. Leave Ludwig to be the successful one. You're nothing but a failure, unlike my Ludwig." Gilbert growled at this, Ludwig looking down, feeling bad the way his father taunted his brother by using him. "Nein! I will, he's been tutoring me, that's where I've been going, that's where I went from the beginning. When you started beating me!"
Hearing this, Ludwig snapped his head up. "What? Vati, is this true?" the father shook his head, "Nein, he's lying to you." Gilbert glared at his father, "You're the one who's lying! He got me a place there, to work and study under a doctor! I looked through the medical files of the hospital's patients today. You know what I found?" The father narrowed his eyes, daring his son to continue. "Mama didn't leave. The day she left to the supermarket, she was in a car accident. She died instantly from a broken neck. You fucking liar! You blamed me all my life for something that was an accident!" Gilbert screamed. "Why?"
"Why? You made her go! You wanted those stupid gum drops! If you hadn't begged her to go buy you candy, she would still be here! The father screamed back. "Bruder, is this true?" Ludwig asked, apprehension in his voice. "Ja, bruder. You can go to the hospital and ask. She's dead." The father growled again at this, "Stop trying to confuse my son."
"I'm telling him the truth. I'm fucking tired of that! You think he's oh so better than me, well he's not! He's gay too!" Ludwig's eyes widened at this, instantly shooting towards his father for a reaction. "How dare you lie about my son, and 'too'?" his father gaped. "I'm not lying. And yes too. I'm in love with another boy, and he loves me. I couldn't give two shits about what you think about me. But yes, your little Luddie is gay. You know Rome's boy, Feliciano? Him. He's with him. Not so perfect now huh?" Gilbert ranted, crossing his arms. Ludwig gaped at his brother, not wanting to believe he just spilled his secret. "Is this true Ludwig?" his father turned his head to ask his son.
Ludwig swallowed hard. "You wouldn't deny your little Feli, would you? Just imagine how heart broken he would be. I'm sorry to spill your secret Lud, but I'm a little too tired of you always being the good son, the only son he even acknowledges as a real person. Well, I'm done! I got all I needed to out. I'm going to bed, I have tutoring with my boyfriend tomorrow." And with that, Gilbert left to his room, locking all doors that led to it. He felt bad for ratting on his brother, but it needed to be done. He wasn't the perfect child. Gilbert was too fed up with being treated so unequally.
The next morning Gilbert left early, wanting to meet with Vali at a café near their school before it started. He was on his way, texting his boyfriend the details of their meeting. He waited at the café, seeing his boyfriend, he met him with open arms and a kiss. "You seem very happy this morning, Gil." Valentin observed. Gilbert nodded, "Because I am. Let's get something to drink and I'll tell you everything."
"Oh my God! Gilbert, that was so brave of you! I'm so proud!" Valentin squealed. They sat at a metal table outside the café, drinks of coffee and tea. Gilbert smiled widely, "Danke, mein liebe." he said, taking another sip of his coffee. "Oh! If we don't hurry, we'll be late for school!" Valentin exclaimed, looking at his watch and downing the rest of his tea. "Come on!" Both boys rushed to their school, making it just in time.
Gilbert was coming out of the bathroom, slipping the pass into his pocket, when Elizaveta came up. "Hi, Gil." she flirted. Gilbert made a face, not wanting to speak to one of his boyfriend's tormentors. "What do you want, Ellie?" Eliza smirked, wrapping her arms around the boy's waste. "You know, I love it when you call me that." She smiled, coming close to Gilbert's face. Elizaveta licked her lips before pressing them into Gilbert's.
Valentin was coming down the hall shuffling though a few papers Mr. Oxenstierna wanted him to deliver to Mr. Braginksy, when he looked up, horrified. There was Gilbert, hands on either side of Elizaveta's face. Kissing her. Valentin dropped the papers with a gasp. "G-Gilbert? W-what are you doing?" He questioned, his voice shaking. "What's it look like, you dumb dog? He's obviously kissing his girlfriend." Valentin teared up, taking a step back. "G-Gil, tell me this isn't true. Please tell me she's lying." he begged. Gilbert impersonated a fish, opening and closing his mouth to try and form words. Valentin shook his head and ran back down the hall, bumping into Alfred on the way. "Well, hello there." The taller blonde greeted sarcastically. He grabbed Valentin by the wrists and forced him into a nearby supply closet, locking it and turning on the light. "Too bad about what happened back there, huh?" he mocked. The Romanian backed into a wall as Alfred came closer. "You know, I should probably come clean right now, Eliza was surprisingly telling the truth, can you believe it?"
Valentin shook his head, no he didn't want to believe it. "No, no, no, no." he mumbled. Valentin's heart felt like it was breaking. "Yes, yes, yes, yes." Alfred said, slapping both hands on either side of Valentin's face on the wall. The smaller blonde jumped, surprised at the sudden closeness. "Gotta tell ya, I didn't really think you'd fall for it. I mean for weeks he ignored you and then just one day he comes to your house and tells you he loves you?" While he said this, Alfred pulled out his cell phone, going through it and shoving it into Valentin's face. The red-eyed blonde was shocked to see the picture he was shown.
Gingerly, he took the cell phone and stared at the picture on the screen. It was of Gilbert and Elizaveta, holding hands. Valentin's heart sped up, it hurt so much. He pressed the button to go forward and saw other pictures of them together. Pictures of them smiling and laughing. Of them kissing. Valentin's heart shattered. "And here I was, thinking I was the stupid one. No, you made Arthur think I was stupid. You made him hate me." Alfred mocked with a smirked that turned into and an irritated frown, slapping his hands back onto the wall. Valentin tried to shrink away from the harsh word, and the bubble gum scented breath, but couldn't. "W-what do you mean I made Arthur hate you?" he asked timidly. Alfred scoffed, "Arthur hates me because he got mad that I was around when you were 'humiliated'. It's all your fault. If you had never even come here, Arthur wouldn't hate me. It's all your fucking fault." And with the last growl of the statement, Alfred pushed away from the trembling Romanian and hit him with a solid punch to the face.
Valentin slid to the floor, clutching his face. Alfred kicked him in the stomach as hard as he could, and since Alfred was on the foot ball team, he was a great tackler, runner, and kicker, it was a pretty hard kick. He pulled Valentin up by the fabric of his high-neck dress shirt, and slammed him against the wall. "You fucking shit." he whispered dangerously, reeling back a fist for another punch. The fist smashed into the smaller blonde's face with force, instantly bruising the skin. Alfred continued this a few more times before wrapping his hands around his throat and attempting to choke him. "It's all you're fault! All your fault!" The American hissed, throwing Valentin to the floor and stomping on his stomach and kicking his sides, even kicking him in the face once or twice. When Alfred finally halted to breath, Valentin getting onto his hands and knees, arms and legs shaking as he tried to hold himself up. Alfred smirked and stomped onto his back, hard, crashing the boy to the ground. Alfred stepped away for a moment to watch the boy at his feet. Again, Valentin tried to crawl away. Alfred smiled evilly before pulling the boy back, "I'm not done with you yet." he growled.
Author's Note: Woah! Look out you guys, told you some shit was gonna go down! All those things about Gil's mom, I mostly made up except for the obvious, and her name. I hop you liked this chapter! I gotta go an watch my brothers play Slender. That fucking shit is as creepy as fuck. Well, bye! Review!