Chapter 37 - Playing Hard to Get

A/N: okay word of warning, there's really lame and dirty pick up lines straight ahead, read with caution and make sure you have an oxygen tank in case you start laughing! Enjoy!

The club was packed with members and staff. The music was blaring enough to maybe deafen you. Gilbert smiled as he watched two guys rub each other up on the dance-floor. If only he had someone to do that with...It was one of the reasons he had gone out with Francis and Antonio to maybe find someone...and test out on his seductive techniques. You see, Gilbert was a master at seduction. He had been slightly popular for his but he didn't flaunt it around because he wasn't like that just to get sex when he felt like it. He only used it when he saw someone he liked.

"All right, mon amis!" Francis said, placing their drinks before them. "Drink up while ze night's still young."

"I still can't believe that we've been here for at least fifteen minutes," said Antonio. "And Gil hasn't spotted anyone yet."

Gilbert shrugged. "Just haven't found my one yet und besides, like Franny said, 'ze night's still young'."

Francis growled. "Do you mind not calling me zat?"

Gilbert chuckled and let his eyes wander around again. The club lights flashed a neon rainbow of colours around the painted black room – at least there was something in the room to be brightened up. As he glanced over to the bar, his red eyes caught something. Or someone...at the bar, a man who looked to be in his forties was just ordering his drink. He looked round and Gilbert's mouth dropped. Oooh, Gilbert could have eaten him up! He had long silvery hair that was tied back and was wearing a blue waist jacket over a crisp white shirt and black trousers.

"Gilbert?" Francis called out. "What is it?"

"I zink." Gilbert purred. "I just found him."

"Who?" Antonio piped up.

"Zird guy on ze left viz ze long silvery hair."

Antonio and Francis looked round to the bar and gasped when they spotted him.

"Ouchie-baba!" Francis breathed. "'e looks 'ot."

"Isn't he?" Gilbert growled, playfully.

"Are you gonna go and talk to him?" Antonio asked, not taking his eyes off the mystery man.

"Who needs Ze Awesome Gilbert to talk? Vhen he ze awesome master of seduction?"

"If 'e's not interested, can I 'ave 'im?" Francis whined.

Gilbert glared at him. "Fuck no! Now, if you'll excuse me, boys, I've gotta a man to seduce." And with that he stood up, grabbed his drink and walked over to where his 'maybe new lover/boyfriend' was waiting. He placed his bottle on the bar, making the man look up at him. Gilbert smiled, warmly. "Hi."

"Hello." The man said, with a grin.

"My name is Gilbert ze awesome Beilschmidt." He said, holding out his hand. "Und you are?"

"Frederick. Frederick Hohenzollern. But some people call me Fritz."

"Nice und you're German, too! Vhere are you from?"

"A little village in Potsdam."

"Really, wow. I live in Berlin."

"Ah, good for you." Frederick said, before takinga sip of his whiskey.

"Ja," Gilbert said. "It's kinda dull as vell because I live viz my bruder." He leaned in and slipped an arm around Fritz's shoulder. "It's kinda annoying having him around even zough I love him to death."

"Vell, I' m sure he must feel ze same vay." Frederick teased.

"Oi!" Gilbert pouted, playfully. He let go of his drink and then began to fiddle with the material on his shirt.

"Vhat are you doing?" Fritz asked.

"Just seeing if you're boyfriend material, und I zink you passed ze test."

Frederick laughed. "Vell, I'm glad I passed somezing."

Gilbert chuckled again. "Vell, I must say ze shirt und jackets are very becoming on you," he then looked up at the older man through half-lidded eyes. "Und if I vere on you, I'd be coming, too."

Now, often when Gilbert did that pick up line, he often got a slap on the face or a reddened face but the reaction that Fritz gave him was the first – he laughed!

"Did you come up viz zat all yourself?" he chuckled.

Gilbert blinked. Oh, my gods, he was playing hard to get! The albino then smirked. "Vell, often vhen I'm alone, I come up viz a lot of stuff."

"Vell, you must live a sorry life." Frederick said, with a wink.

"I'd say it's a good life, Fritz. But answer me zis," and he leaned in towards the older man's ear and whispered. "Do you vant to play lion tamer? 'Cause you can get all fours und I'll my head in your mouth."

And once again, Frederick laughed. "Seriously, ha! Zat's ze best you can come up viz."

"Vell," Gilbert tried, suddenly beginning to shake and placed the older man's hand on his crotch. "It's not gonna suck itself, now is it?"

This time Frederick didn't laugh but his blue eyes suddenly became playful. "Oh, I see."

"So, you're finally getting my," and Gilbert thrust his crotch into Fritz's hand. "point!"

"I zink I might be." Frederick nodded. "You're trying your best to seduce me, aren't you, Mr. Beilschmidt?"

Suddenly, Gilbert purred in his throat as he felt Fritz's hand massage his crotch. The albino could feel himself getting a little hard. "Yes, sir, I am. Oooh, Fritzy, zat feels good."

"I'm glad, 'cause guess vhat?"

"Vas?"

Suddenly, Fritz's hand patted his crotch and the man turned back to his drink. "I'm sorry, Gilbert, not interested."

Gilbert froze. Had...had he just been mocked? The awesome master of seduction had just been burnt.

"Okay." Gilbert mumbled and he slumped away. It looked as though Francis and Antonio had been watching and waiting for Gilbert to come back. But when they saw his face, they weren't sure what to think.

"What happened, amigo?"

"Oui, did you get a date with 'im, or even a number?"

"He...he turned me down." Gilbert said, mournfully. "Hardly even flinched! Gave me a nice caress on my five awesome metres zough."

"Sorry, Gil. At least you tried."

Gilbert sighed and laid his head on the table as the club music carried on playing.

Three hours passed and Gilbert wanted to leave. He had seen five men come up to Fritz and talked to him, like they were old friends. The albino had felt jealous but soon his jealousy had been replaced by embarrassment when Frederick gestured over to him and the five men had glanced over at him which he suddenly went red and looked away, hiding himself. He must have told them about what happened.

"Well, Gilbert, you ready?" Francis said, after finishing off his drink.

"Not yet, besides Tony hasn't come back yet."

Antonio had gotten acquainted with an Italian called Lovino who had dragged the Spaniard off to the bathroom for a quick snog.

"All right zen, mon ami."

Out of the corner of his eye, Gilbert saw movement and saw that Frederick and his friends were leaving. As they came closer, Fritz moved over to where they were sitting and Gilbert tried his best not to cringe as he came near. What was he going to do, now? Humiliate him even further!

"Excuse me, Gilbert."

Shyly, Gilbert looked up at him. "Ja?"

"I just vant to apologise for before und..." And with that he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Here. Give me a call sometime."

Gilbert stared at the paper, confused and looked up at older man, who was smirking at him. Fritz then leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on his neck and left with his friends. Gilbert watched him go and then stared back at the piece of paper that had the man's number on it. Antonio soon came back, Lovino snuggled into his chest and looking red.

"What happened? What did I miss?" he asked.

"Kesesese," Gilbert laughed. "I've still got it!" and he sat back in his seat, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

A/N:

Now you can't tell me you had a good laugh with this chapter! Yes, Gilbert is a master of seduction and his greatest technique is pick up lines and Fritz didn't even fall for it...well he did a little bit. I was going to have it where Fritz didn't give him is number but then I thought 'To hell with it!' and wrote it in! I was slightly cringing when I was looking through the long the long list of pick up lines. Some of them were disgusting.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed it, reviews are love :)

M.S.P.

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