"If only he had the guts to take me away "Her voice was rasp and low, maybe a bit more desperate than what I'd expect. A thud came to my headphones, an indication of her back leaning against the wall.
"He's so stupid for listening to Francis in the first place!" An evil smirk must be coming to her face, as I can fun of the French bastard would leave a smile on anyone's face, Especially Arthur.
Thus, my theory was right as her rant was followed by a couple of sad and regretful chuckles. "That's Gilbert for you. I swear, his brain's smaller than a pea"
Wow, you sure fell in love with the right girl—Gilbert!
There he was, smoking weed as he did before when Old Fritz died. Only this situation came off as even worse when Francis and I noticed a couple more cigarettes lying on the ground. Gilbert's further location across the church made us worry even more as he obviously chose to keep it secret.
"We know you smoke Gil, Don't flaunt it in open space"
"Leave me alone, Elizaveta doesn't need trouble on her wedding day. Consider peace and quiet as my wedding gift for her and Roddy"
He doesn't know what he's talking about at all!
"Really?"Francis' smile widened as he found the Prussian looking up to both of us. I joined in with the joyous emotion as I threw to him the headphones that have been deafening me for mere minutes.
"I loved Gilbert Beilschmidt"
"W-who?..."Gilbert's tone indicated the what was to be expected : surprise. A big grin stuck to his face as Elizaveta continued on. Eventually his disbelief turned into a chuckle.
"If this is a joke, I won't be laughing in the end"
"He's such an ass for not grabbing me while he still can!"
Silence filled the corner we stood upon, and then the bride continued
"I knew I loved him, knew that he loved me too and knew that there would always be a chance. But I was so stupid for not taking it!"
Once he was out of our sight, I knew Gilbert Beilschmidt was running –heading back to the church where his other half was desperately (without hope) waiting for the time where the rites would be spoken and vowed upon.
If only Elizaveta Herdervary knew, she'd be spending her supposed wedding day beside a wish she never knew would ever come true.
The door blew wide open as Elizaveta turned to see who ruined the perfectly styled door; her tears (perfectly intact across her face) reproduced and entirely covered her face with a river of tears.
"Gilbert!"She shouted, her mind quickly told her to wipe the tears off her face but her body remained motionless, Elizaveta's hands could no longer move to hit him with neither a frying pan nor her feet to stand. It was utter shock that sent her vulnerable faced with Gilbert who caused her to not only feel embarrassment but also fear.
The recipient of the said action could only smile but only held it for a second before turning it into a frown, Thus causing the situation to be more humiliating and alarming than before.
It wasn't Gilbert.
Because Gilbert was lying flat on the ground in the middle of the street just infront the church, his blood spreading rapidly on the cemented floor.
A normal human being at sight would hear a desperate Antonio and Francis ushering the semi unconscious body to the ambulance
But Gilbert wanted to hear one thing to decide if his life was truly worth living. It was simply an answer to the question:
"Elizaveta Herdervary, Do you love me?"
It was supposed to be a military wedding, you know
Roderich was supposed to be in his classy military uniform
Your brother wore his perfectly
But yours
Yours was covered in blood
Tell me, Gilbert. Are you that stupid?
Never mind, that was an understatement
Are you really this much trouble?
His rough yet silent breath ironically comforted Elizaveta in a strange way. She had wanted to break free from this burden but was obliged by her body to stay. It was, after all, what she wanted : A chance to stay with Gilbert.
Officially, the wedding was called off solely because of the troublesome Prussian ( His amazing ability to attract Tempting Fate for the people surrounding him reached high levels ) and would later be rescheduled in a yet-to-be planned date.
Still , the long wedding dress remained on Elizaveta's body. She had not bothered to change in any formal clothes as she planned to confront something when the Prussian would wake up.
Yes, she was this cruel. But the Hungarian knew that it would be the best way to point out a feeling
A quick gasp suddenly came out of the Prussian's lips and thus startling the semi-awake Hungarian resting her head on the side of the bed.
"Elizaveta? "
"Do you know what you've done Gilbert Beilschmidt?" She asked to start the moment of confrontation
"I suppose your answer's 'no'. That's typical of you Gil, I can tell. First I'd appreciate it if you would notice how I'm still wearing my wedding dress. You guessed right Gil! You just made me miss my very own wedding day. My OWN WEDDING DAY GIL, How troublesome can you get? Your incompetent, reckless, wild, hard to deal with, uncontrollable" She paused to see the guilt in Gilbert's face and grinned with satisfaction and continued her sentence with a softer tone "Loyal, strong, bold...Are you this weird that fate refuses to get you out of my life?"