It simply wasn't fair, how a couple of words could make your whole day worse.
He pushed his glasses up farther, clearing his throat before speaking, "And what makes you think I will actually agree to go with you?"
"I have my ways," he shrugged before continuing, "Besides I thought it would be good for you to have a vacation, since it is summer and all."
"But why America of all places?" he shivered, thinking that he would have to see that annoying blonde again.
"Umm I don't know, we're buddies and I haven't seen him in a long time."
Roderich thought it over, he was right, he did need a vacation. But on the other hand, he would have to deal with Gilbert and Alfred for god knows how long.
He sighed in defeat, knowing that Gilbert always got what he wanted no matter what.
"Fine I'll go, but first you need to tell me what part of America we're visiting and when is the flight?" he asked, knowing he would regret it later.
"Well California of course! And uh yeah, the flights in like three hours or something."
And it was so not fair, how a complete idiot could say words like that and make his day, no scratch that, his life worse.
He just stared at him, until Gilbert impatiently shooed him to his room. When he finally made it to his room, his mind was completely blank, it could have short-circuited for all he knows. But he did agree to go along with Gilbert to America or I guess California since that was where they were going, so he began packing.
"And don't pack those damn aristocrat clothing that you wear all the time, this is California, it's gonna be hot!" he heard Gilbert shout from somewhere downstairs.
He stared blankly down at his clothes. He didn't really have clothes for warm weather, Gilbert was right again, that was mostly and the only thing he wore. That was going to be a problem.
"Are you done yet?" Gilbert impatiently asked, peeking around the door.
"I don't really have any clothes for warm weather," he muttered, turning his head away, embarrassed.
"Oh, you can just wear some of my clothes or we can buy you clothes in America. "
"Thank you..." he trailed off, slowly turning back to continue packing.
When they finally had all their bags in the car they rushed of to the airport. Luckily the airport was only ten minutes away from Roderich's house.
At the airport, they weren't so lucky. It was crowded like every airport was and Roderich at to be lead by Gilbert, since he couldn't steer through the crowd fast enough. He was very uncomfortable about that, having to hold Gilbert's hand the whole time, hoping that know one would see the blush starting to form on his face.
Getting their baggage checked, going through security, and finally getting to their gate was like a blur. The only thing he could focus on was the hand that was clamped tight around his. He shook his head.
No, he couldn't think about that, there are more important things to think about!
"Phew, we finally made it to the gate, didn't think we would make it," Gilbert panted.
He glared at him, "No thanks to you, you just had to make the flight so early."
"Well excuse me princess, but this was the only available flight I could get, as you can see," he gestured around him.
"Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes.
They looked around until they found seats to wait in. Roderich sighed, wishing for this just to get over with, so he can go back and play his piano. They both continued waiting for when they would get called to board, and for their long journey to start.