"I- yes. Yes, we are." Arthur answered with confidence and nodded in response to Gilbert's question.
"It's about time." Said the albino. "Francis has been after you for who knows how long. That's why he was so mean to you because he wanted to get your attention and he was too nervous to tell you how he really felt."
"Now look who's being the psychiatrist!" Shouted the blue – eyed man towards his friend. He sighed. "But yes, Gilbert is right. That is why I was cruel to you. I thought that if I tormented you so much, you'd think of me as much as I think about you."
The Brit blushed, a fuchsia hue now tainting his pale features. "Well, it's oddly romantic." He smiled. "But you know, it might have been a lot easier just to ask me, right?"
Francis flipped his blond curls behind his shoulders. "And where is all the fun in that? I'd rather drive you crazy all day long, catch you selling illegal substances on the street and force you sleep in my bed."
The German sighed and shook his head. "That is more his style. Now, you two get out of here, and leave me alone to suffer and get fat. Buy lots of ice cream if you guys go out, I'm just gonna let myself go."
The Frenchman grabbed his best friend by the ear and dragged him towards the door. "No, you are going to have an interview with Alfred today, get a job, and make something of yourself. I'll only buy you ice cream if you are good."
Late on that day, the trio arrived at the office. "It's weird to see this place on a day off, isn't it?"
Francis agreed. "Yeah, it's like we're here, but we're not getting paid to be here."
Gilbert had somehow managed to grab a blanket off the couch and wrap it around himself, covering most of his body and almost his entire face.
"Why on earth did you bring that thing?!" Asked the Frenchman, now trying to pull the damned blanket off of Gilbert but to no avail.
"No, leave me alone! I haven't showered and I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday!"
The three friends were then greeted by Ludwig and Feliciano. "Gilbert, I'm so sorry to hear about your breakup." Said the younger brother who pulled the albino in for a hug. "Although, I must admit that I never did care for Roderich all that much."
"Hey, now. Remember the talk we had this morning about encouraging Gilbert?" Asked Ludwig's Italian boyfriend, Feliciano. "He's very sensitive right now, and he just needs a hug."
Now smiling, Gilbert took the Italian up on his offer for a hug. "Thank you, Feli. It is always very nice to see you. You and Bruder should come over more often."
"Of course, we'd love to come! I'll make you my favorite pasta dish to help you feel better. Also… it might help to shower and change your clothes, too, ah?"
Not feeling offended, the German nodded. "Yeah. I probably should have done that before the interview."
"Oh, here comes Alfred and Honda now!" Said Arthur as he walked up to greet his manager. "Hey, Alfred! Sorry if we're early or interrupting anything." He said with a wink which caused the American to turn cherry red.
By the looks of it, Alfred and Honda had just returned from a nice little lunch date. "Ah, not at all!" The man flustered.
Honda feigned confusion, but he knew very well that he was making Alfred Jones nervous, and he reveled in that fact. "We just got back from a cute little restraint. I enjoyed the food rather much, thank you Alfred. Also, you can come to my place tonight after work if you'd like."
Francis and Arthur smirked at the sight of Alfred's anxiety.
"I-I would love to." The American chocked.
Honda winked at the nervous wreck. "Perfect. I'll make dinner." Please note that Honda is clearly flirting with the manager, and Alfred is too shy and stupid to notice.
The man in charge cleared his throat. "S-so, anyways. You guys have someone you'd like me to meet?"
"This one, right here!" Shouted the Frenchman as he shoved poor Gilbert into Alfred's office with haste. "And don't let him leave the building until he has a job!"
Alfred cocked his head, confused. "But I haven't even said hello to the guy, I need to know what he'd like to do here and what his skills are –"
Clearly, Francis couldn't take Gilbert's freeloading much longer. "JUST. TAKE. HIM!"
Minutes later, Alfred excitedly announced that the albino now had a job working on the phones. Lucky Arthur had the privilege to train him, make sure he was polite and sincere with the customers complaints and questions. Plus, Arthur would get a raise. Sure, training Gilbert looked like a tough job, but Arthur had been desperate for money in a long time, and perhaps the German wouldn't be too hard for him to tame (he is).
The manager patted the newly hired employee on the back, and Francis was flooding with tears of joy.
"Now, when can you start?" Asked Alfred with a smile.
"I… guess I could start today." Gilbert replied.
The American gazed Gilbert's appearance and decided that it was probably best for him to come back first thing tomorrow morning. "It looks like you've been through a lot today," Alfred began. "You could do with a good night's rest and be nice and freshen up for the next day."
"He means take a shower." Said Francis, rather bluntly but nevertheless happy that his friend finally had a job, and, maybe it would distract the broken – hearted man from Roderich.
"What a day." Sighed Arthur, who threw his shoes onto the floor and loosened his tie once the trio returned home.
The curly – haired man chuckled. "There's still something I don't understand about you, why were you wearing a tie when you didn't have to work in the first place? But it looks like someone could pick up some fashion tips from Arthur!" He called to the albino, who was the first to throw himself onto the couch.
"You promised me ice cream." Whined the German. "I went to the interview, I'm hungry, and I want to give myself diabetes." Gilbird chirped in agreement as he made himself cozy on his owner's head.
