Lovina led Gilbert and Ludwig into the backroom out of the Prussian's request for privacy to talk. He had ask specifically to talk to Lovina and his brother alone. He asked Elizaveta to wait behind and talk with Feliciana, Gil was sure they'd get along. The backroom was a large, dark storage area with two beds and a wardrobe shoved to the side, and one boarded up window in the back that provided little light.
"So why did you come here, albino potato?" The fiery Italian shot as soon as the door closed.
"I came here to say goodbye. I have to get Elizaveta away from here. I am leaving the country." He announced.
"Bruder, Why do have to leave?" Ludwig asked.
Gilbert was caught a bit by surprise. "Well I- ah, because. Um." He fumbled. Stopping to take a breath. "Because I just committed a crime." Before he knew it, the albino was on the ground. Clutching his now burning cheek.
"You dummkopf!" His little brother shouted. "What were you thinking? What did you do?"
"I kinda robbed the noble I worked for and awesomely saved his daughter. But to them it probably looked more like kidnapping." once again he was slapped, but this time by the innkeeper.
"You idiota! Coming her as a convict is bad for business, and my reputation. Don't think I will let you hide out here!" She pounded him with a lecture.
"Common Lovi! Just for two awesome days while I gather supplies!" He begged her.
"No. If the police were to find you here I could have my inn taken away. I won't let that happen."
"What if they stay in the cellar? They could stay well hidden there." Ludwig suggested.
"Oh great idea! Why don't I just hand him all my alcohol in a silver chalice?" She mocked.
"Lovina." Gilbert said. She jolted by the seriousness of his tone. She turned and saw that he had a sincere look on his face. "I need to get Elizaveta away from her father. I need you to help me."
Lovina paused and grumbled, giving herself time to think. "Okay, but only for two nights. You leave Friday morning."
Thank you Lovi!" He said happily. "Oh and just so you know, you're boyfriend committed the crime with me." He grinned.
The Italian quickly blushed all shades of red. "He's not my-! Tomato bastardo!" She yelled and flew out the door. Slamming it closed loudly. You could already her her shouting at Antonio in heated Italian.
Ludwig let out a sigh. "Did you have to say that East?"
"West." Gilbert spoke up again. "Although my awesome self doesn't want to acknowledge it yet. You are now seventeen and no longer need my guidance." Gilbert handed a bag to him. "It's a portion of what we stole. Use it to start your life."
"I won't use stolen money." Ludwig told him and tried to give it back.
"Figured as much. Either way I'm going to be leaving. I can't go knowing mein bruder is broke." He pushed it back.
Silence filled the room as the two of them sat by each other's side on the ground. Gilbert would definitely miss his little brother. He had known for sometime that Ludwig didn't need him anymore. But he didn't want to let go of the one thing he had left of his family. Perhaps he could start a new family, with Elizaveta. If she feels the same of course.
"East. Can I asked you something?" The German spoke up.
"Hm?"
"It's just... what about you're dream to be a soldier? What does this girl mean to you?"
Gilbert smiled sweetly. "My dream has changed. And for the girl. Well, I love her."
Suddenly the sound of Feliciana screeching came from the other side of the door. The two brothers jumped up and ran out into the main bar.
"Feli, what happened?" Ludwig questioned the panicking Italian.
"Miss Elizaveta suddenly collapsed on the ground!" She cried. Gil ran to where Elizaveta lay on the ground while Luddy ran over to comfort Feliciana. Gilbert turned her over and noticed her was incredibly pale. He pulled his bag over and filled his syringe with blood and poked her in one of her veins. Giving her the blood she needed.
"Amigo, why do you have sangre?" Antonio asked him.
"I awesomely took some from the medical room at that unawesome manor. It looks like she's been to exhausted today." Gil quickly put the supplies back in his bag and picked up the girl in his arms. "Lovi," He ignored the glare he was receiving from Antonio for using his nickname. "Can I put Lizzy in one of the rooms until the cellar is ready?"
"Sure. Put her up in room 3. I'll get to work preparing a makeshift bed for you."
"Thank you."
Gilbert carried the once rich brunette up the stairs and into the room he was directed. Laying her down in the bed, he tucked her into bed. The sound of chirping made him look up.
"Sup, Gilbird!" He greeted the little yellow bird. Gilbert had left him in the care of his brother, as he couldn't bring him to work with him. He chirped again.
"This is Lizzy." He introduced his bird to the sleeping girl.
Looking back at her, Gilbert laid down next to her, Gilbird had settled down the the pillow next to him, just like he used to. He has been awake for a while and could use a sheep or two. In her sleep, Lizzy unconsciously turned on her side, putting her face right next to his. Gilbert blushed and turned on his other side, but felt her snuggle up against his back. 'I'm not going to get that much sleep am I?' He thought to himself. But in no less than ten minutes, he had already fallen asleep.
It was around two in the afternoon when he woke to the piercing sound of screaming, and having a fist shoved right in his nose.
"What are you doing?" She yelled and pointed a finger at him
"Well I was sleeping." He mutated and stood up. "I awesomely thought that since its almost winter, I'd help keep you warm." He awesomely stretched the truth.
"Igen, well, you could have asked me about it first." She huffed.
"But you were already asleep." He argued with a smirked.
Elizaveta huffed again. Removing the blankets she hopped off the bed and stood up, rocking back and forth a bit. Gilbert went to help, but she shook him off.
Gilbird flew over and landed on his head, gaining the Hungarian's attention.
"Who is this?" Elizaveta inquired.
"This is the awesome Gilbird." Gilbert said with a head sparkle.
"Really?" She said sarcastically. Questioning his choice of name for the canary.
"What it's an awesome name!" Elizaveta rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly. Noticing a rather large amount of noise from outside, she went to the window to lookout at the busy street. Dozens off people were going about their day, greeting others as they went by. To anyone else this would be no special sight. But to Elizaveta, it was a dream becoming reality. It was her first time seeing a real town. Gilbert offered to escort her around town and she agreed, but first they put on cloaks, as to not arise any unwanted attention.
Excusing themselves from the others, the two headed to the market place first. Elizaveta took her time at each and every venue and booth, pointing at everything that caught her eye. Gilbert bought supplies for their journey like food, blankets, and bird feed. He had decided to go to England, they'd be safe their and he knew the dialect. Gilbert took the ecstatic girl to a clothing shop, where he insisted she get some new dresses. She refused at first of course, saying she did need it. However, he convinced her to get at least two that were of her liking. They would have to travel light anyway. She had gotten a plain green dress, and a rather nice orange and black flock dress.
After that, he took her to a bakery to get some fresh, hot muffins. Gilbert had noticed that she was becoming slightly pale, and led Elizaveta back to the inn.
"Why did you do all of this for me?" She asked suddenly on their walk back, looking over at him.
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean." She frowned. "Helping me leave, and showing me around. Buying me things."
"Because I care about you." Gilbert said. Awesomely may I add.
Elizaveta gave a small smile and looked ahead. "Well, thank you. I'm sure I can have a good life here." She said.
"But we can't stay here." He said.
"Why not?" She asked, clearly confused.
"Your dad is one of the most powerful men in the Holy Roman Empire. If we stay we'll get caught." Gilbert told her, keeping his voice low.
"Not if we hide out." She raised her voice slightly. The Prussian cursed under his breath and led them into an alley, to avoid creating a scene.
"Lizzy, I don't think you realize how influential your father is. He has ties with the crown! I wanted to leave for England in two days but that may be dangerous as well."
"England? You want me to go across the sea?" She exclaimed.
"It's safer, England isn't a member of the Empire. There we can disappear."
"You mean I can disappear. I don't know why I thought I could do this. I only have six more months to live! Why are you wasting your time with me?" Elizaveta began too tear up. The platinum blond grabbed the brunette's shoulders.
"Because I want to build a life with you!" Gilbert raised his voice. Elizaveta gasped and he realized what he said. Blushing, he quickly looked away, letting go of her shoulders. "I mean I want to be with you. No! Wait, I want to live with you. No I want to, want to- Shit." He flushed harder at his failed attempt to bail. Quietly, Elizaveta began to giggle, which turned into full blown laughter.
"Ahaha- I'm sorry, it's just that. Hahaha." Elizaveta calmed down and regained her composure, but held a gentle smile on her face. "That had to be the worst way to confess."
"I'm still awesome though." Gilbert chuckled and rubbed his neck. "Perhaps you can be awesome with me?"
Elizaveta put her finger to her chin in mock thought. "Hmmm." She hummed as she tapped her cheek. Gilbert had literally stopped breathing, hopping for anything, but rejection.
"We fight more than we agree." She said matter of factly. "You confuse me to no end. Your rude and vain, and are now technically a criminal. And I am dying." She said the last line a little quieter. She raised her hands and held his cheeks. Gilbert blinked in surprise. "But your caring and gentle when you want to be. You won't regret this?" She asked him.
"Never. If it's just a couple of months or years. I want to spend my life with you." He said with pure sincerity. Elizaveta smiled at him and rested her head on his chest. Gil wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair.
"You know this probably isn't going to work." She said, muffled.
"I know. But I have fallen in love with you. I want to show you all I can of the world beyond your walls."
Elizaveta began to cry, but she still smiled. She clutched the back of his shirt and hugged him tightly. Gilbert didn't want to lose times like these. He never wanted to let her go, but he knew he would have to eventually. And that terrified him.
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