Author's Notes: Again, thanks for all the reviews and faves and alerts! And, if I didn't reply to your review, I apologize (and for the one person who has their messaging blocked, I say thanks for your review! :D), because I couldn't remember who I replied to already. OTL.
And i've finally planned out all the chapters and there's going to be somewhere between 10 to 13 chapters. Plus, all the chapters keep deciding they want to be long than usual, so that's why it took so long to update. Anywho, onwards to the super sexy, date night time~!
Your Chest (c) Korea
Running a brush through her tangled hair, Gillian stared at her television with mesmerized eyes that was playing a documentary on the history of the once great Prussia. She'd just gotten out of the shower around half an hour ago and her hair was stubbornly drying in to waves, not taking to the blow dryer like usual. Much to her dismay about her hair, she figured she'd look nicer without her same style of pin straight and changer things up by letting it be sassy.
With a sigh, she set her brush down on to her desk and shivered when some wet strands of hair hit her bare back (she was only dressed in a strapless bra and lace underwear, along with her favorite five inch heels in hope that she wouldn't be that short in the mix of three extremely tall people).
Getting to her feet and kicking her chair back with her knees, Gillian stomped over to her door and threw it open and promptly called out Ludwig's name. There was a brief call from down the hall in the kitchen and she was soon there, hands on her hips directed at the blond who was reading the newspaper while Felicia munched happily on a piece of pizza.
The two looked up when Gillian cleared her throat and Ludwig's face flushed red and averted his gaze as Felicia pursed her lips. "I like your shoes," She said with a nod before returning to her feast.
"Gillian, we've had this discussion before," Ludwig stated and removed his reading glasses, "You need to at least put a shirt on."
"I can't find my dress," She whined defiantly, stomping her foot and getting a pitchy noise from the heel hitting the floor.
"Did you look in the laundry?" He offered while pushing his plate of untouched pizza to his girlfriend.
"No," She said slowly before bolting for the laundry room.
Entering the laundry room, Gillian frantically tossed clothe around (alright, it was only Ludwig's pile) until she found a small black dress with a deep v-neck and had sleeves that ended just before the elbows and slipped it on, content with the glove like fit. Running her hands down the side of her body, she wavered slightly when the door bell rung and she heard scuffling from the kitchen. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Antonio at the door, but things might go wrong if Felicia saw him and went to tell Lovina (unless Antonio really told his girlfriend like he was supposed to).
Scrambling to the end of the hall, she paused at the tense air she entered in to. Ludwig's hand was still on the door, Antonio was standing awkwardly at the entrance in a black tuxedo with a bouquet of roses in hand, and Felicia's eyes were wide open at seeing the Spaniard in such attire at the Beilschmidt's house.
Scanning the room quickly, Gillian rushed up to Antonio and yanked at his and led him outside to the porch, slamming the door behind them. She then proceeded to drag him to his car and once in front of the passenger side, Gillian crossed her arms over her chest with a huff while narrowing her ruby eyes and Antonio rubbed the back of his neck nervously and held out the bouquet.
"You look pretty," He offered at an attempt to make things any less awkward.
"We're going to an Applebees, Toni! Why're you in a suit?" She hissed, doing a once over of the guy and found that even with the fancy suit, he still kept his running shoes on.
"I thought suits are what you wear on first dates," He said while looking genuinely puzzled.
"Mein Gott," She sighed and understood why Lovina was always taunting him, "Okay, just get in the car- stop! I don't want your flowers!"
With that, they both climbed in to the camaro and got settled (Antonio forced that boquet in to Gillian's lap) then sped off towards their destination as they sat in silence, only the radio playing quietly in the background. All the while, Gillian wondered why she didn't just ask Alfred or Francis to be her fake boyfriend (because it was obvious she would never go for them?). Besides, it wouldn't be that bad that the Spaniard really seemed convinced that it was a date… maybe things would go more smoothly then.
Pulling in to the parking lot, Gillian wasted no time in locating Matthew and Katyusha who were chatting while watching the camaro with curious eyes. As Antonio changed the shift in to park, Gillian shifted her eyes frantically before touching the boy's shoulder and demanded, "Open my door for me."
"Okay?" He said with a lopsided grin.
Antonio then got out of the car and rounded it (earning an unreadable expression from Matthew and a giddy one from Katyusha). Pulling the door open and taking Gillian's hand to help her out, she watched Matthew's expression only get more unreadable. As the door was shut and Gillian straightened out her dress, she felt her stomach flip when she caught Matthew staring with his eyes widening and his lips parted. Antonio then proceeded to sling his arm around his date's waist and led her up to their company for the night.
Ruby eyes moving to Katyusha, she was in a short pencil skirt that started just under her ribcage and held there with a red belt and with a short sleeved button up shirt that was tucked in. Gillian didn't want to admit it, but the girl looked nice, pretty even. She then moved her gaze to Matthew who wore a red button up shirt that was tucked in to a pair of black trousers. Well, at least if Antonio took off his jacket, he wouldn't look too dressed up and out of place.
"Hello," Katyusha said while smiling sweetly at the pair.
Antonio kindly replied to the greeting and started up a conversation while the best friends helped each other to meet each other's gazes. Gillian felt strange and out of place then with the violet eyes focused solely on her, mostly because she wasn't used to having him look at her like that and it made her move a sweaty hand to push her wavy hair over her shoulder.
"You look beautiful," Matthew said breathlessly, causing everyone to look their way.
Emitting a nervous laugh, Gillian shifted between her feet and replied, "Well, I am awesome."
"Of course," He agreed after snapping out of his trance.
"We should go in," Antonio suggested after watching Katyusha's sad attempt at smiling.
They all agreed with that and headed in without any touching or talking and were soon seated at a booth next to a group of blond men who spoke in a foreign language and a pair of quiet boys – one was in a sailor outfit, but Gillian chose to ignore him in favor of the other one. He had silver hair that resembled her own and then there were his violet eyes and she wondered if Matthew noticed him to because it was highly possible if they were to have a lovechild, that boy would be it.
Seemingly noticing Gillian's dazed expression, Antonio laughed awkwardly at a joke Katyusha told that he didn't really understand while jabbing his date in the ribcage with his elbow. She finally blinked and silently thanked her friend before picking up her own menu in time for a waiter to walk up.
She glanced up to find that it was a pale blond with a name tag that read 'Vash Zwingli' before notcing a small girl at his side that looked similar with the matching choppy, shoulder length hairstyle and her own name tag reading 'Lili Noah'. If she knew any better, she'd say that the way Vash was attentively instructing Lili signaled for something more than helping an associate. It could only make Gillian smile.
"Hi, welcome to Appleebees and I'll be your waiter. Can I get you anything to drink?" Vash asked in a monotone voice while pulling out his notepad and pen. Alcohol on mind, the four of them simatoneusly pulled out IDs and slid them to Vash for approval to which he gave a nod to give them permission to proceed.
"Margarita," Antonio sung, a pleasant smile in place on his bright face.
"Vodka," Katyusha piped in.
"Beer," Matthew said quietly.
"And I'll take a beer too," Gillian said and flashed a toothy grin at the blonds.
When they turned to head over to the bar, Gillian watched after them as a pleasant conversation settled between the ones in the booth. She watched as the drinks were made and quickly glanced up in time for an Old Spice commercial that was playing before looking back only to squint her eyes at a movement that caught her eye. Was that Francis and Arthur? Oh, was Alfred there too? Before she could fully dechipher the people, she got another jab in the ribcage and she moved to yell when she noticed why her investigation was interrupted.
Katyusha was seducing her best friend shamelessly and she wanted then to jump across the table like a predator and show the girl just who Matthew belonged to (Vash had come back with the drinks, but he seemed to think the thick atmosphere meant they weren't ready for food and turned to help another table). And when Gillian thought things couldn't get worse, they did.
A loud ruckus could be heard from the entrance and Gillian didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. A pair of Italians were at the table then, a furious glare on both the faces (at least they were both dressed in nice baige dresses). Gillian scooted closer to Matthew then and away from Antonio and almost felt bad at the scared expression that crossed his face. Almost.
"Bastard! I loved you," Lovina barked, successfully gaining the restaurants attention as spectators. "And you cheated on me with her? A potato eater! We're over, you tomato bastard!" She screeched and turned on her heel and bolted for the door, Felicia hot on her trail after sticking her tongue out at the group.
An awkward silence filled the air then as everyone watched for Antonio's reaction. "Wait, Lovi! You love you me? I love you too~!" He shouted and promptly chased after the girl and leaving Gillian to herself.
Then it dawned on her… she'd lost both her date and more than likely her ride home.
"Gil?" Matthew said slowly, frowning when he noticed the blank expression on his friend's face.
"The awesome me needs some air," She said silently.
Getting up from her seat wordlessly, Gillian walked out of the restaurant, past the dirty looks and held her head high proudly while tears threatened to fall. Why'd she even think trying to get Matthew jealous would work? She'd have to walk home now and even though she was fucking badass, who knew what kind of creeps would be out on the streets? With a groan, she noticed that Antonio's car was indeed gone and she'd resolved to sitting on the curb where the car used to be parked. She moved to pull her phone out of her clutch purse to get Ludwig to pick her up when a man jumped down to catch her attention and if it were any other night than the one where she was trying to save her best friend (and maybe get a little more), she would've asked him to a drink before he could pull the moves on her.
"Hey there doll face," The stranger said smugly, his breathe reaking of alcohol.
Gazing up through the hand that was covering her face, Gillian scowled and replied, "I'm not in the mood."
"I bet a couple drinks could change that," He tried again and grabbed Gillian's arm and pulling at her to do what he wanted.
Getting to her feet, she ripped away from him and said, "I said no, dumb fuck."
"What'd you say, bitch?" He growled after having a change of heart and pushed Gillian roughly, causing her stumble.
She sort of choked then and wondered how no one was seeing this and when the guy started swinging his fist her way, she may or may not have shrieked when the guy fell to the ground after a blur of motion. She began feeling numb then, because sure, she'd had her fair share of fights, but never over anything like getting laid. Not even when hands were holding her up and shaking her, did she snap out of it until there was a soft voice.
"Matt?" She whispered, focusing on the round cheeks of her best friend.
"Gil," He replied, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
"Oh Gott," She said (okay, so she may have whimpered, but awesome people never admit to such things) and fiercely dove in to a hug that Matthew retaliated with by holding her tightly. "I can't believe you just punched that guy."
Letting out a small laugh, he replied, "That's what you choose to reflect on?"
"Just," She sighed then, "I need to go home."
"Want me to drive you? I'll just tell Katyusha and we can go," He offered to which Gillian refused, upset that even then that other girl was still inching her way in to the conversation.
She pulled away, instantly missing the warmth that the man provided, and found her phone and held it up, punching in her little brother's number. "Hey West. Yeah, I'm at the restaurant- what? Really? When? Wait, I need you to come get me- no, I didn't! Just, Toni ditched me. 'Kay, see ya," Gillian sighed and slid her phone back in to her purse.
"He coming?" Matthew asked, even though they both knew that even if Ludwig would argue and complain about it, he'd go to Gillian's rescue no matter what.
Gillian nodded dully and took up her previous seat again, Matthew joining her and offering to stay until Ludwig arrived to which she didn't even bother to comment on. All she could do was think back to the warm hug with Matthew and how it felt different from all the others and her only explanation was the traumatization of what could've happened (though, there was that small slither of a voice telling her it was something completely different). They stayed there in silence until Gillian's van pulled in and they recognized the blond German staring sharply at them.
Moving to the passenger seat swiftly, Gillian was buckling herself in as Ludwig and Matthew conversed shortly about what had happened. They all said goodbyes then before Ludwig sped off, glancing at his big sister who had her face buried in her hands.
When she felt his eyes watching her, she sniffed obnoxiously and lowered her hands to her lap. "Please don't ask," She pleaded and was glad when he listened.
a/n: Was there anyone who actually thought the date would go well? 8D And yes, they were sitting next to the Nordics.
Also, i've seen the phrase "Long time no chat" a lot, but I always knew it as "Long time no see", so can anyone tell me if it's just a matter of living in different parts of the world? :'D
... I love Old Spice commercials.