OMJ! I can't believe people actually reviewed! you guys are insane! I didn't think people would even care to read it! There will be some different quotation marks, because french people are too cool for our own.
The albino stared at his recent purchase when he returned home. He knew the silver bands were made for the specific purpose he'd bought them with, but he didn't know how he'd get the other party to wear them. It would look perfect on that pale hand that only seemed to be coloured when in his own, not that those hands have ever found themselves in the hands of the German. It was one of those things that even the Awesome was restricted from. The hands he could only admire. The hands that would knit sweaters for orphans across the street yet turn around and orphan thousands of children as he invaded their homes. The hands that tore down entire nations as he built up his own. The slender hands of the United Kingdom had dominated his thoughts. Unfortunately, Arthur would never consent to wearing the ring for the life of him. Then he realized, "Wait, aren't we going drinking tonight?" His eyes lit up as he thought of a strategy to get the Briton to wear it. He would easily be able to avoid questions about his not drinking as he was the designated driver.
His plan was nearly perfect. The only problem was Gilbert wasn't sure how to keep his friends in the dark. Den was alright; he already knew about the Prussian's feelings. Denmark was also their drinking buddy, and Gil had a feeling that Arthur wouldn't join if Den wasn't there (the truth hurts doesn't it?). It was the other two he was worried about. France and England had a special hatred for one another; in fact, England was the only being who hated France more than Gilbert's brother. That would not be in Gilbert's favour. If one has to sit near someone they hate, their attention always wanders off to that person when it should be focused in on the awesome. Spain on the other hand was a completely different kettle of fish. He and England were at one point rivals, but they had a strong connection beyond that rivalry from their seafaring days. It eventually led to be something more as the proud, stuffy Briton came out victorious. They were together for quite some time, and it wasn't until the Spanish Revolution and the Second World War that they drifted apart, but only because it was difficult to see each other in the midst of such turmoil. Now that those times are over, Antonio was looking to bring back that relationship. He would be a great obstacle in his best friend's way. Gilbert was certain that Antonio would feel shocked, hurt, even betrayed with him, but what Antonio wouldn't realize is that Gil felt all that and more when he was with Arthur Kirkland. Antonio would never understand that nobody could love the island nation more than the albino.
Antonio, although one of Gilbert's closest friends, always brought back bad memories to the Prussian. As Gilbert thought of this, a tear fell on his hand. He hadn't realised that he was crying. The awesome was usually to, well, awesome to cry, but Arthur had that effect on people. "Verdammt!" He thought as he wiped his eyes and went to wash his face, this behaviour was definitely not awesome, and he could not look unawesome today.
As he headed toward the washroom Gilbert's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, "Speak of the devil." He thought as he picked up, "Hallo?" He thought of how silly it was that whenever anyone picked up their phones although they already knew who it was because of the caller ID, they always just said hello, not bothering to recognise the other until they identified themselves.
"Gil?" Antonio asked which he found equally as absurd, if you're calling someone's mobile, it would be odd for them not to pick up.
"Ja, what is it Toni?"
"Francis and I were planning to go drinking tonight, you in?"
"Nein." He replied.
"Ah, that's right. This is the one night a month where you party in another trio."
"Hey I have to try to spread the awesomeness around."
"Ah, Gil?" A different voice spoke into the phone, "Why don't we just crash with you?"
Gilbert's eyes widened, normally he would've thought it was a great idea, but that was the opposite of what he'd been hoping for, for tonight, "Nein, I'm pretty sure Limey gets enough of you during the world meetings. In case you haven't noticed, he doesn't really like you, and he's been avoiding Toni for the past few decades."
« Ne t'inquiète pas. » He said lackadaisically. The Prussian could practically see the Frenchman waving off his words as though they were flies. "We'll meet you there, alright?"
"Verdammt, Franny, I'm already designated driver, why do have to make me sit through you and Limey, sober! This isn't even funny!"
"Non! Say it isn't so. Gil is the designated driver? You'd just ditch us if we suggested that."
"Ja, you'd do the same, besides if I don't step up to the plate, those two wouldn't let me party with them anymore." He could hear the other two laughing at him.
"We're definitely coming." Antonio said after getting back his phone, "I want to see Arturo."
Gil was glad his friends couldn't see him because he looked as if he would cry again. His friends had the worst possible timing, "Ja, okay, but you two have to call England and Denmark. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news."
"Ah, cher, you wound me." Francis said dramatically. They finally realised that speaker phone worked out better than passing the phone around- at the end of the bloody conversation.
"The awesome can't just sugar-coat everything for you." Gil forced an awesomely convincing laugh. He hadn't used that one in a long time.
