author's note: sorry if i am a bit late! as always, if you notice errors don't shy and tell me, so i can correct them :))

"It's the awesome Gilbert here. Yes, earning your phone number by cunning is even more satisfying"

He pressed the enter key without hesitation as he used to do. He stared at the bright screen of the small cell phone he was holding with both hands, waiting for an answer. Leaving the phone in a place waiting for an answer, as he used to do, was a thought that hadn't occurred to him at that moment at all. He could have dropped the phone somewhere and answered when he felt like it or not answer at all, but he just waited faithfully like a dog waiting for food from its owner.

Usually he was the one who made the others wait, but being on the other side was fun enough for him.

"Bastard, it's 1:00 in the morning. How the fuck could you even think of texting me right now? Go to sleep, or those dark circles under your eyes will stay on your ridiculous and ugly face forever."

Despite the unkind tone of the message received in reply, GIlbert's face lit up more than his cell phone's screen.

"I can't sleep :( I drank a whole cup of Italian coffee, and now my wonderful sleep seems not to come" was quick to type on the keyboard.

"You really are dumber than I thought."

"But that makes me unique in your eyes, doesn't it? ;D"

"Sure, in another life. And not mine."

"Kesesese, I know you've been dying to get a message from me ;)"

"What the fuck? What kind of laugh is that? Anyway, no. I'm going to sleep, goodbye."

"Wait! I thought you were gonna keep me company tonight D:"

"Your poor right hand will keep you company. I can feel its pain in being attached to the body of someone like you. Goodbye I said"

Lovino lowered the brightness of his cell phone and hid himself under the covers even with his head, to prevent the phone light from waking his brother who was sleeping next to him. He did not wait for an answer from Gilbert, but immediately turned off his cell phone and left him on the wooden bedside table with its crooked leg.

He took a look at the open window, whose thin white curtains were driven by the light but fresh wind that settled on Lovino's olive skin, also giving him unkempt hair that were sweating to the ends. His thoughtful face, his eyelids fluttering at a slower and slower rate.

Lovino had his head on his pillow. He quickly thought back to the night he spent having fun with Gilbert, realizing that he had really enjoyed himself and this had left a positive aura surrounding him.

Especially the real smiles had warmed his heart, and that guy didn't seem to be so bad even though he was quite irritating in 90% of his attitudes. Sometimes he talked like a narcissist and a smartass, but Lovino actually had mixed feelings about him and a strange desire to get to know him better. Who knows, maybe he was actually a human too.

Gilbert, from his own, was still waiting for an answer to his message. In a moment, he even thought of deleting it thinking he had done something wrong, and with a slight jolt of the heart he turned to his right side and changed his position in the bed.

"C'mon awesome, it's just a message to a friend." He said to himself, while continuing to keep his eyes stuck on the small screen that almost blinded him.

He laid down with his face up, changing position once again. He squeezed the phone in his right hand, leaving his other hand out of the bed. Each time the phone lit up because of a new notification, he hoped it was Lovino and his eyes opened wide with hope. But punctually, it was only the notification of some YouTube video or the most feared, the one that said the PornHub subscription had expired.

But he knew one way or another, he'd get his answer.

"Oh, look who's back! Good morning Beilschmidt, about time too! What brings you here? Isn't it a little early for beer?"

Gilbert entered the bar, with a dazzling smile alternating with deep, sleepy yawns. He approached the bartender, placing a 5 euro note and some change.

"Good morning to you. I don't have to drink, but the awesome man right here had some money to pay you back."

"Seriously? Oh, we're actually still a hundred Euros short, though. Where's the rest of the money?" The bartender scrutinized the small amount of money, moving the coins with his finger in a playful way, approaching with a rather amused look. Even though there was still a lot of money missing to make up for all the ones Gilbert still had to give him because of unpaid or half-paid drinks, he was still surprised that he had even brought that humble sum of euros.

"Hey, Sadik! I don't have all that money at the moment, I only brought what I owed last night" Gilbert struck him with his gaze, but he felt slightly humiliated when he saw that all his gaze did was to provoke a loud and warm laughter to the other man, who was tearing with laughter.

"Come on, don't laugh! I have more money actually, but I have to pay back some damage at the florist's shop next door," he said twisting his lip and pointing with his thumb to his left, where Lovino's shop was.

"Oh, what damage? Also psychological damage I suppose" Sadik passed a cloth inside some glasses to clean them, while letting a little clear giggle escape from his mouth.

"Hey!" He gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder "also, to be honest. I thought he was his brother and I literally jumped on him. How un-awesome! Oh, and then I mistreated some of his roses too, if I recall correctly."

"That little guy's roses are pretty expensive, but they're the best in the area. They have the perfect scents, the sparkling red color of the flowers and the care it takes to remove the thorns and make the stem perfect are truly amazing and satisfying. I wonder how long it takes him to to all of that stuff" Sadik replied and then laid the glasses in a row in an elegant composition

"Mate, are you serious? Don't tell me you ever go to him!"

"Of course. I once shared a house with a Greek student, I believe his name was Herakles." He tried to remember, looking up and scratching his chin, "I decided to give him a present on his 18th birthday. What did I do? I had Lovino help me and we made the roses smell quite horrible. We tried to make some roses look new enough even if they were pretty old, but we sprayed a fragrance of rotten egg and other stuff I can't remember. It was brilliant!"

"Oh, that's the Sadik I know! Not the one who chases me away from the bars! How did it turn out? You've never told me this before," Gilbert asked slightly astonished, then sat on the wobbly stool in front of the counter, resting his elbows on it. He was really interested in the story, and was curious about how the Italian had reacted.

"You know I have to look different at night to stand up to the crowd and get respect, and especially because the boss is always around. Anyway, the guy always looked like a zombie and seemed to be asleep. That smell seemed to wake him up though! In the end he threw himself in the bathroom vomiting and changed hosts, but they are memories that I keep with love in my heart" he chuckled, pretending to wipe away an alleged tear.

"And Lovino seriously let you use his roses for this joke? I mean, that's great, but didn't he like chase you all over the neighborhood for wasting his precious flowers?" GIlbert really couldn't explain it. He was really interested, but more than in Sadik's story he was interested in how he had convinced Lovino to do something like this. He was sure that if he had done it, the Italian would probably have deprived him of his five meters.

"What's with all the questions, Beilschmidt? Anyway, I think he told me they were roses a certain Spanish guy gave him and he hated them. Honestly, it takes a lot of intelligence to give flowers to a florist! He complained about all the preparation of the joke, reminding me of how stupid and indecent it was, but I think that in the end he had fun helping me to make it." Sadik smiled at the pleasant memory, and then took his eyes away from Gilbert and greeting to a customer who had just entered the bar.

Gilbert was amused, and gave a happy little puff as he thought of how hilarious it was. Not of Sadik holding the greek's hair while he was vomiting, but of Lovino helping him to make that infernal joke with passion and apparently reluctance. It was stupid joke, but quite funny. He laughed again, then stood up and put the chair away.

"Off already, young man? If you go to our little florist, say hello! Sometimes I should come back and see him. I like to chat with him."

"Yes, I'm going to the awesome Italian florist! I really must pay him for that rose."

"Oh, today you are in the mood of giving your money back to the others? Bur, I think there's another reason..." the Turkish boy turned a half smile and closed his eyes slightly, raising and lowering his eyebrows in rhythm. Oh, that face! Gilbert hadn't seen that for years.

"Yeah well, I want him to be my friend! It may sound strange, but I think I really need someone like him right now and I want to get to know him better." Gilbert confessed, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, go then! Good luck, he's a really nice guy but still a bit grumpy.

"I don't think he'll continue to behave badly in my awesome presence! He won't resist and he'll surely give up. Let's see if I can have a nice chat with the prinzessin" Gilbert rubbed his hands as a sign of determination, attesting how ready he was for the challenge that deep in his soul he knew was almost impossible, but he didn't give up.

He was sure that from now on, he would be the one who was asked out or talked to and not the other way around. It was time to go back to old habits! It was time to play again, and this time he was sure to win Lovino's friendship.

He left the bar, and took one look at the Italian's shop. He smiled with his mouth closed when he saw that the boy was sitting on the steps of the bar engaged in some curious activity that turned GIlbert's nose up, since he couldn't see what Lovino was trying to do.

He approached slowly, trying not to be noticed; the closer he got, the more his sight focused on his subject. He had a bizarre sheet of paper resting on his knees and held a pen in his hand, followed by a concentrated expression, with his lips twitched and his brows narrowed.

Gilbert puffed resigned but amused, realizing that not even concentration could completely erase the frown from his face, but this made him curious to know him better and made him special

"Boo! Prinzessin, what are you doing? What are you doodling, erotic comics?"

Gilbert came up behind Lovino, shaking him in a non-violent manner but making him tremble with fear. Oh, man! He could feel his heart beating wildly, yet he hadn't even scared him that much.

He tore the piece of paper out of his hands, excited to think he would discover a dark secret of his own. Who knows, maybe he was also a fan of comic books or erotic books! It just seemed a bit strange to him that he liked to doodle on them, Gilbert kept them as if they were precious gold.

"Erotic comics? No, dumbass! It's a fucking crossword puzzle I've been trying to solve for days!" Lovino took the paper back, tearing it in turn from the hands of the German, who seemed almost shocked.

"So no porn comics? A crossword puzzle? That's not awesome!" He crossed his arms, puffing disappointed.

"But who would reads that stuff in the workplace? Yeah, a crossword puzzle. What, you don't know what it is?" Lovino roared, dilating his nostrils and trying to stay calm. He was happy to see Gilbert, however: it would have made him nervous, but at least it would have raised a boring working day.

"Of course I know what a crossword puzzle is, but I've never done one. And porn comics are awesome! Do you have a lot of them? Where do you read them? Come on, just a few!" He began to shake Lovino gently as he laughed with his eyes closed because the sun's rays hit him right in the face.

"I don't have any, and I don't read them!"

"I'm telling you, they're awesome, little guy."

"Yeah, for wankers like you. Now let me solve the riddle in peace and alone"

"The awesome me will help you! I'm extremely smart and I understand that for people who don't speak German it must be difficult to complete this kind of games" Gilbert pulled out a pair of bright red rectangular glasses from his pocket, which had orange lenses. He wore them, but had to adjust them several times before he could find the exact position because one cue was slightly crooked.

"But I speak German, asshole! What language are we communicating in now, the Martian language?"

"Well, but your accent isn't very good." Gilbert stretched out, yawning, "Fine! Then tell me what you need, prinzessin." He winked and smiled.

"I need you to leave," Lovino answered hastily, roaring and proudly lifting his middle finger.

"Don't be so mean, come on! Then, let's see the first question..." he sat down next to Lovino on the steps, getting closer and closer to read. He grabbed the crossword puzzle with his hands, hurriedly bringing it closer to his face, and then lowered his eyelids slightly, beginning to study the enigma and rereading the question in order to try to find the correct answer.

"So then... -the natural border between France and Germany -mmh...oh, it's easy, it's the Rhine River!" He grabbed the pen from Lovino's hand whose grip had loosened slightly, and wrote the missing word in a rather messy and shaky manner.

"Oh, then you're not so stupid." Lovino took the paper back, comparing the answer with the solution, noting it was a perfect match. "Though your handwriting suggests you've been put on the electric chair."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Gilbert through his eyelashes, noticing how he played with his hair and furiously messed it up.

"That cat-like hair you have is so dry, I'm sure it'll fall out one by one. You should stop with the bleaching," said Lovino, diverting attention from the albino and putting it back on the crossword puzzle. He took his pen back, and with a white-out he held in his other hand carefully erased the answer written with the confused and crooked handwriting of the German, and then he wrote the word again with his tidier and less angular writing.

"I don't bleach my hair! What your beautiful eyes are seeing, is my awesome and natural hair color! Pure and white as my soul" Gilbert slicked his hair back, trying to fix it. Lovino ignored the compliment, but was surprised to discover that this was his natural color.

He approached his hair, beginning to explore the hair roots with his tanned fingertips, but trying not to irritate the delicate skin of the other man. In fact, it was true: there was not the slightest trace of hair growth, and the color of his hair seemed almost certain to be the absence of any pigment. He knew that the Germans, or the Nordic people more precisely, sometimes had very light hair, but he had never seen anyone with an almost total absence of melanin.

his hair was dry to the touch, but it was a dryness given by the excess of hair jelly and not a natural dryness of the hair itself.

He took his hands away from Gilbert's head, and came across his face where a seductive expression was printed.

Gilbert lowered his glasses so that his crimson and almond-shaped eyes, characterized by short white but thick white lashes, crossed Lovino's green, sensual and expressive ones.

"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?"

"Me?" Oh, looks like I've already made an impression. And to think that I just wanted to be your friend, but if you want to-"

"What the fuck are you talking about, retard?" Lovino squashed his right hand on Gilbert's face, who had essentially approached his own, pushing him away.

"Hey, stop making a big deal out of it! You exaggerate so much because you're playing these grandpa games! Let's have some fun!" The German rose up, yawning again.

"Will you stop yawning, for the love of Christ? And have fun what, I'm working!" Lovino got up too, and with a light pat on his butt, he took away from the little dirt that had accumulated on his brown pants.

"You don't look like you're working, and it's such a great day! Show me your shop, since Sadik told me that you are the king of roses!" Gilbert did not wait for an answer, but threw himself headlong into the room, looking carefully first to the right and then to the left, looking for some interesting activities to do.

With his hand scratching hit chin, his attention was drawn to a small crate of flowers that seemed to have just arrived. Gilbert could smell well their heady scent, who seemed to have wrapped him in a scented hug.

"I didn't give you permission to get here !" Lovino followed him by stomping on the wooden floor, only to stop himself when he saw the German looking at the flowers one by one, in a interested way.

"Hey, leave them alone!" He moved his hand, grabbing the flower from Gilbert's grip "don't ruin any more flowers! I don't know who is worse between you and my brother" he emitted a thoughtful sigh, crossing his arms and looking up to the sky.

"Actually, I'm a gardening expert! And who knows, I'll almost certainly be better than you at taking care of these awesome colorful flowers," he said, giving Lovino a defiant look. His sharp eyes crossed those of Lovino who seemed to show him no mercy.

"Yeah, right, and I'm a princess! Now get your ugly ass out of my chair and let me work in peace, you can just watch but it's better if you go away!" He took Gilbert by the shoulders, almost crumpling his black T-shirt with his hands, trying to move him from the chair; but the man was not only taller than he was, but he was also heavier, which made it impossible for Lovino to move him from that place.

"Are you telling yourself you're a princess without me telling you? Woah, thanks sweetie! You saved my breath. Now close your eyes and let me do it!"

"No, forget it!" Lovino leaned forward, giving Gilbert a threatening look that only made him laugh.

"You can't make threatening faces, you're too cute. Now close your pretty eyes and get ready for when you open them, because you'll see the most awesome flowers of your life."

"I already told you I won't close my eyes!"

"Do you want me to do it, placing my awesome German hand on your sweet face?"

"All right, but make it quick! I can't stand the dark" after uttering those words, he placed his own hands over both eyes, gently and in such a way that his sight was not completely impaired. He obviously wanted to see what the dumbass was doing, but he knew he had to pretend to see darkness to avoid bursting out laughing 'for no apparent reason'. Maybe that cocky bastard would have even cut off his finger, but he would have said firmly that he was all right to keep his pride.

A large smile appeared on Gilbert's face, who looked at the large table and stretched his arm on the far side to grab a pair of green pliers.

He touched the stem gently, taking it in his hands and cutting a few too many leaves with a clean and decisive blow and shortening the stem of the flower, making it slightly pointed at the end for a simple aesthetic reason.

Lovino, with his fingers slightly open, saw that surely the guy must have already had experience with flowers. His actions were precise, worthy of someone who absolutely knew what he was doing and was certainly not a novice. This time he was simply proving to Lovino that he was good at something other than driving him crazy or pissing him off.

"Prinzessin, I said you should have kept your eyes closed and not peek through the spaces of your fingers." Lovino's eyes widened in surprise as henfelt caught by Gilbert, who looked up slowly as he looked the Italian in the eyes, who briefly covered himself with both hands.

"It was obvious I had to look, you bastard! What if you cut yourself?"

"Oh, you're worried about me? That's sweet" He pinched his cheek slightly, pulling it.

"Don't touch me with those dirty hands! And no, I'm not worried! But if you had risked dying in my workplace again, I would have been the one to pay the consequences!" Lovino once again moved Gilbert's hand from his cheek, then leaned forward and tapped insistently on the boy's chest, laughing amusedly.

"What the hell are you laughing at, stupid! That ugly bruise you still got on your fucking face ain't enough for you to understand?" pointed to the bruise, and Gilbert wrinkled his nose up and touched the spot.

"You mean this awesome bruise? Oh! I did it to save you, prinzessin. This is how you thank me?" he pretended to whine, crossing his arms and turning the other way with a firm step, pretending to be offended.

"Don't call me that! And then, you got that bruise because you got punched four times in Sadik's bar! You didn't save anyone, you idiot" Lovino went from being angry to being resigned, turning his angry growl into a seemingly docile and frustrated expression.

"Oh, I see..." a shadow of disappointment took hold of the German's face, "but now how about we keep fixing the roses? We can have fun!" His smile came back stronger than ever when he gave Lovino the white rose whose stem he had just cut off.

The white colour of the soft petals of the flower, formed a beautiful contrast with Lovino's tanned face with some redness on it, characterized by small drops of sweat that elegantly slipped from his forehead. If only even the frown had been wiped away by sweat!

Lovino did not answer, but took the glasses he had on the table and then put them on and sat down next to Gilbert, concentrating all his strength and attention on his work.

Gilbert noticed that Lovino, unlike him, didn't take the whole thing as a challenge. He was simply doing his job without worrying about him or what he would say: he was just there, with his head bent over his flowers and his glasses slightly lowered, his eyebrows wrinkled and his lips rippled, while with dexterity he gave the flowers a finer look.

The silence filled the room. Gilbert continued his work with care, occasionally distracted by his surroundings. The room was not very large, but very cozy and bright, characterized by light-colored walls and a bizarre yellowed clock that gloriously lay on them, and which also caught the complete attention of the German.

"What the hell are you looking at so carefully?" Lovino looked at Gilbert through his glasses, crossing his gazing gazes with his half-open mouth.

"Oh? Nothing! I was looking at that watch there. I think I've seen it somewhere before" the boy pointed to the watch, and Lovino's head moved in the direction he indicated. Then, he looked back at Gilbert and raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"It's impossible. My grandfather bought it years ago when he was still alive. It's a rather old antique" Lovino's voice had softened, but he soon returned to his post.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss."

"It's ok. The bastard died almost two years ago."

"You know, my father's dead too. Maybe a little before your grandfather" a sad and nostalgic smile appeared on his face, capturing the attention of Lovino, who saw the boy's eyes become shiny.

"Don't talk about that kind of shit if it makes you sad, your eyes look like they're ready to explode."

"Oh? No, I'm not gonna cry! We albinos have very sensitive eyesight, and sunlight penalizes us. That's why I wear these beautiful glasses that have special lenses." He forced a smile, pointing with his thumb at the glasses.

"Sure, right."

"Can we change the subject? This makes me feel so unbelievable."

"All right, even if you brought it up," Lovino shrugged his shoulders, respecting Gilbert's decision.

"Man, time has flown by! Gotta go, prinzessin!" He smiled, messing Lovino's birght and wavy hair, which were soft to touch.

"What, did you just see how bad your hair looks compared to mines?"

"Hey! You offend me with this, did you know that?"

"That's my intention, you know."

"Anyway, how about the flowers?" Gilbert pointed to him. They were placed on the table in a row, and he had ordered them by color, the lighter ones started on the left and as you went to the right you could find darker and brighter colors.

"This is good. I think they will pay me well for these." Lovino took a general look at the flowers, which had all been cut perfectly. "You don't really suck at all, bastard."

"Aw, prinzessin! You make me blush if you are like his!" He answered the other, placing his index and middle finger on his lips and throwing a flying kiss to Lovino, giving him a hasty wink. The Italian answered with yet another middle finger, which made the German laugh once again.

"Oh, speaking of paying! I have to pay you for that rose I made you throw away...eheh, what a un- awesome gesture" he approached some coins in front of Lovino's astonished face, which gradually turned into an angry expression.

"Hey! Why are you doing that face?"

"You think I need your fucking money for a fucking rose? Get out before I slit your throat!" He said, pointing to the door of the shop.

"Take it easy! What happened to the quiet Lovino from before?"

"I told him to go fuck himself."

"Oh, I feel sorry for him. Then give me that white rose, that one there. Keep the money."

Lovino was a little confused, but gave him what was required, and hesitantly took the money that had been given to him: Gilbert's face lit up and he smiled slyly.

"Here, it's for you. Since you don't want the money, I'll give you a flower. The one I fixed with my touch as awesome as the petal of this rose" he made a cheerful puff, passing his index finger all over the petals of the rose. The scent of that flower was sweet and pure, like a child's hug.

Gilbert placed his hand on his chest, slightly lowering his torso and bringing his arm with the rose to Lovino, giving it to him.

"Will you accept this gift if I give it to you like this?" Gilbert smiled almost softly, and lovino's face was covered with pink patches. However, he could feel that the albino was up to something.

"Oh, Gilbert... thank you. You're so sweet." Lovino's eyes glittered, and he ran behind the table, rummaging through a drawer.

Gilbert raised his head and looked up, tiptoeing around trying to look behind the table to see what was going on back there.

"Here I am, Gilbert. You know, you're such a sweet boy. I really think I've fallen in love with you." Lovino approached the boy considerably, and he gasped surprised. It was his lucky day. He'd have had a good time, and to think all he wanted was a friend.

Lovino moved again with seductive gesture, enchanting Gilbert with his feminine walk. He placed gracefully one foot in front of the other, moving his waist gently and passing his hand through his hair and then emitting a little embarrassed giggle, placing a forefinger on his lips to hide it.

"Oh Lovi, well I didn't know you liked me... in that way..." Gilbert scratched the back of his head and curled his nose, his face turned red.

"Well, come on, I want to tell you a secret..." Lovino moved his index finger, pointing to Gilbert to get closer. He nodded, though a little hesitant, trying to give air to his now flaming red white face, continually widening the collar of his shirt and clearing his voice.

Lovino placed his hand on the boy's collarbone, approaching his ear which he touched with his lips, soft and silky that made the boy think it was a flower. He got closer and closer, and some words were whispered inside it.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SHOP RIGHT NOW! I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY!" Gilbert felt dazed, his ear was whistling and for a moment he feared he would die of a heart attack. The sweet words he imagined were replaced by a barbaric scream full of rage that sent a few drops of saliva on his ear.

"Hey, I get it!" Instinctively, he covered his ear with both hands, moving away from Lovino and fearing that he would go deaf.

"And what kind of idiot gives a fucking flower to a fucking florist?" Lovino said, feeling a strong sense of deja-vu.

"Why does that sound familiar?"

"Cause I bet you've been doing this a lot of times since you've been an asshole!" The Italian thundered, giving a powerful slap to the left cheek of the German, pushing him and making him jump out of the club.

"Ouch! Come on, you fooled me... but, prinzessin, you're smart," he giggled, turning to notice the door closed. "How odd, he didn't slam it this time..." he thought. Maybe it irritated him less than usual?

He stayed a few minutes staring at the place, noticing Lovino looking threateningly at him through the glass door. Eyes that looked like bloodshot, and his frown had a touch more pissed off than usual. Oh, that was the frown king.

He told Lovino to call him, but he was quite disappointed and felt defeated when the other did not even answer him but simply lowered the shutter halfway down.

With his hands in his pockets, Gilbert changed started his way home. It was a bit tiring to walk, his ass looked like it was on fire.

He looked down, worrying about kicking every stone he came across in his path. It had been quite a pleasant morning, and with Lovino the hours seemed to fly by. He already missed him.

As he was walking at a fast pace, he noticed a strange noise coming from his pockets.

"Since when do I make so much noise when I walk?" He had a puzzled face, beginning to scratch his chin and then searching his pockets with the other hand. He found himself with the same amount money he had given Lovino, followed by a curious note:

"Don't think you're the only one who uses seduction as a weapon or who can take things out of other people's pockets, you bastard."

Oh, yeah. That little guy was really good at it, and that officially got the ball rolling. This time he was gonna get to go out with him. He picked up the phone, taking it with both hands and typing a massage with his shaky fingers:

"Lovi, you won't believe what I found out! 0-0 Ludwig and Feliciano set up a date in a very special place, and in Ludwig's room I found some very strange games. We must find out what they are!"

he sent the message, and the reply was not long in coming. Man, bringing up his brother and Feliciano had worked!

"Bastard, are you serious?! That asshole won't touch my brother with his pervert gadgets, if you know any more details let me know and I'll run and kick his ass."

Oh. Lovino believed it. Gilbert was stunned, but a smile of defiance rose up over his face. He'd done it! He had the perfect excuse to arrange another date.

"Okay, awesome Gilbert... now you just have to do one thing: make their date really happen".