Written to fill in the blanks and brighten the overall mood.
In this universe, Roderich and Gilbert don't know of each other.
"Elizabeta," Roderich strode into the room, glasses low on his nose as he skimmed through the stack of envelopes in his hands. "Do you know someone in North Dakota?"
"I don't think so." She replied, barely looking up from her crossword. "Why?"
Her husband frowned, tapping his foot impatiently. "It's addressed from a 'Gilbert B-"
The envelope was out of his hands and torn open within moments, revealing the photograph inside. The children stood in front of the white board bearing the words, "Merry Christmas from Mr. B's Awesome Class!" wearing smiles full of laughter. In the middle of the group knelt a similarly-grinning man with a shock of unruly, white hair and playful, crimson eyes, his arms slung over the shoulders of his two closest students as he beamed at the camera. Flipping it over in her hands, Elizabeta found a short note scrawled across the back.
Liz-
Sorry I didn't get to talk to you this fall when I dropped by to visit. I took a job as a sixth grade teacher, and I'm living in a little town in North Dakota. Actually, I'll be shocked as hell if you get this card since the snow's piled up higher that my house. I'm starting to wonder if this is what living in Russia would be like.
Anyway, happy holidays and all that. Tell you husband that he's a lucky guy, and that if he ever tries to hurt you, I'll come back down there and kick his ass. Then again, I'm sure you'd probably do that on your own. Merry Christmas, Liz.
- Gilbert Beilschmidt
PS: I'm coming down to stay with you guys for spring break. I'm fucking sick of how cold it is here.
And that's how one ought to book vacations.
I hope you enjoyed this little three-shot type thing. It's the first time I've written something quite like this. Reviews would be greatly appreciated!
