Roderich opened his curtains with a sigh. Well, today had certainly been had barely gotten any sleep last night. There was no way he could sleep with such a weirdo on his couch! Speaking of … Roderich shook his head. What a strange man. Gilbert … that would be a nice name, if it belonged to anybody else. Why did Roderich continue to waste his thoughts on that Gilbert when he should have been preparing for Erzsebet's visit?
Oh, that's right! Erzsebet! Roderich shook himself from his thoughts and rushed to the kitchen to clean up.
He would have time to ponder that confusing German later.
Erzsebet and Gilbert parted ways after Gilbert bought their food, making plans to meet up at the remnants of the Berlin Wall in two hours, so that they could both get ready.
Gilbert grinned as he waved Erzsebet goodbye, his heart pounding. He was gonna get to see Miss Priss again, and that was making him both very happy and quite nervous. He really thought that he and Roderich might get along well if the latter could drop his stupid "too good for you" act. All Gilbert had done was pet his dog, after all. Well, he did puke on his shoes, but that wasn't really important.
As Gilbert stepped into his car, he called his brother. It went straight to voicemail. Ludwig must have had his phone turned off.
"Hey, West! Just calling to say I'm gonna come home to put the groceries away, but then I've got a date! Lizzie is here! We're gonna hang out!"
Gilbert grinned happily, and ended the voicemail. He immediately called one of his best friends … even though they had left him in Austria last night, Gilbert had nobody else to talk to.
A cheerful voice answered on the second ring. "Hola, Gilbert!" There was a slight giggle in the man's voice. "Where are you?"
"Home, no thanks to you," Gilbert responded.
The man laughed. "Sorry, we had no idea what we were doing!"
"You left me in Austria, Antonio."
A very hearty laugh came from Antonio. "Oh, oh, dios mio! Lo siento, Gilbert! I had no idea the bus would go that far!"
"It's fine, I met a guy!" Gilbert said, his own happiness sinking into his voice once more.
"Oh, wonderful! Did he help you home?"
Gilbert replied, "No, but he's hot! And Lizzie's great friends with him! Oh, yeah, and Lizzie's here! She visited Berlin, so we're gonna hang out, and we're gonna hang out with the guy! He's Austrian, and I - I'm rambling, sorry."
"No, it's okay! 'm happy for you! Have fun!"
"Danke, Antonio!"
"De nada!" Gilbert heard a crash on the other line. "Mierda! Lo siento!" Antonio yelped frantically at someone he was with, before turning back to the phone. "Gilbert, I have to go! I'm getting flower pots thrown at me! Have a good night, mi amigo!"
Gilbert laughed. "You too!" After ending the call, he threw his phone in the passenger seat. He'd call his other friend at home.
"You bastard," Were the first words Gilbert said when he the phone picked up.
Obnoxious laughter immediately began, and Gilbert waited quietly for about forty-five seconds until his friend shut his trap.
"Where did you end up?" Asked the now-breathless Frenchman on the other line.
"Austria."
More laughter. "Gilbert," The man said pitifully.
"Francis," Replied Gilbert in a mocking tone.
"Alright, fine. Je suis desolé, I guess," Said Francis.
"Thank you!" Gilbert said, and plopped down on his bed. "Anyway … I met a guy." The albino was now laying on his bed like a gossiping high-school girl.
"Ohh, a guy, eh?"
Gilbert could practically hear Francis' eyebrows wiggling through the phone.
"Yes, and he's hot. Lizzie's best friends with him-"
"Mission abort! Mission abort!" Francis shrieked. "Somebody who's friends with that devil woman can never be good, run away, run away fa-"
"I'm friends with Lizzie, stupid!" Gilbert laughed.
One time, Erzsebet hit Francis in the crotch with her frying pan. Francis never got over it.
"Ah, right. You're just one huge bad sign, Gil, but you should stay away from other bad signs."
Honestly, Francis was a big crybaby. Gilbert had gotten frying panned more time than he could count.
"Come on, it's better than being alone forever like I'm destined to," Replied Gilbert, half-joking.
"True. Well, have some fun~" Francis said, very suggestively.
"You bet your ass I will!" Gilbert responded, giggling like a teenager.
"I'd never bet my ass. I couldn't survive without it," Francis chuckled. "Anyway, enjoy~!" The Frenchman hung up before Gilbert could get another word in.
The German laughed. No matter how stupid they were, he loved his friends.
