Author's Notes: UGH. I blame my tv breaking and the rabid plot bunnies and tumblr for this taking so long to update. Oh, and Sparta mixes (THIS. IS. PASTA.) On the bright side, the story is almost done~! (FFFUUU- /needs to get this done because vacation coming up monday and has to start packing and start on her freakin' summer assignments. D:)
While listening to my music, I realize the perfect song for Gil in this. Disguisting by Ke$ha. Just, yes. :'D
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An entire week had passed since the date gone wrong and things seemingly returned to what was deemed as normal and to say the least, Gillian was still waiting for Felicia's "ultimate-get-Matthew-and-Gillian-together-like-bosses" plan (actually, Gillian had a rising suspicion that someone told Alfred and let him pick the name). In the time being, to pass time, she was helping Ludwig clean up the house because of the call they'd gotten that morning from Germania (he refused to tell them his real name, which both intrigued and concerned the elder Beilschmidt sibling) on how he would be back later that night. Though, Gillian figured she wouldn't be able to see him due to having to work a night shift, so she'd more than likely see him tomorrow at the breakfast table like nothing had changed.
A loud call then caused the vacuum to cease its banshee screams and for Gillian to dash down the hall to greet whoever came over. Finding it to be the Italian twins, Gillian smiled at them and was soon joined by Ludwig who had been rubbing the bathtub down due to a particular party that Gillian may or may not have thrown a day or two ago.
"I've got it!" Felicia cried, throwing her hands up dramatically while successfully earning dumbfounded expressions.
"Excuse me?" Ludwig asked, his crystal eyes watching his girlfriend with concern.
"We'll throw a welcome home party for Germania and invite everyone," Felicia elaborated her outburst and gestured profoundly with her petite hands. She then moved her gaze to the ruby eyed girl and added, "It's perfect for getting you and Mattie together!"
"That's an awesome idea, let's do it!" Gillian agreed without bothering to consider whether it'd work or not. She was always up for partying, especially if there was alcohol.
"Gil, need I remind you that you have work and besides, Germania doesn't like parties," Ludwig stated while sporting a stern expression.
"Told you," Lovina deadpanned to her sister who was pouting cutely at the group.
"Fuck," Gillian growled and slowly inched towards the door as the other three debated on what should be done to help better Gillian's future, as they called it. Discreetly sticking her feet in to some red sandals that seemed out of place with her oversized white shirt and denim shorts, Gillian chuckled casually. "I'll let you guys finished with the cleaning. Kesesese," She snickered and slipped out, heading towards the William's yard on impulse.
The flower pots loitering the Beilschmidt's porch, Gillian paused shortly and inhaled the aroma of sunshine and happiness before moving down to round her van and paused when she saw the blond of interest waving in that timid (cute) way he did as he exited the house. Grinning at the perfect opportunity, Gillian flipped a few stray strands of hair over her shoulder and called, "Hey Birdie!"
"Oh, Gil!" He replied, his face flashing crimson with surprise. He quickly jogged over to the convertible in the driveway that definitely wasn't his grey Subaru and Gillian eyed the beauty. Actually, now that she thought about it, the car looked a lot like Alfred's. "I'm going over to Katyusha's for hockey," He stated when he noticed Gillian's staring at the car.
All Gillian could seem to have cross her mind was why was he acting like they hadn't just ignored the other's presence for an entire week? It had to be a new record with them or something, because she'd usually managed to go insane if she didn't see him at least once a day.
Laughing shallowly, Gillian casually replied, "Well, let's get going then." Hastily running her hand across the convertible's smooth exterior, she was pulling the passenger door open, and Gillian slid in to the leather seat and buckled in, watching as the Canadian slowly did the same.
"I have to pick Alfred and Arthur up, they wanted to come too," The blond announced slyly and pulled out of his driveway and only went down two houses to where Arthur lived. Out on the lawn, Alfred was laughing while Arthur looked flushed and when they noticed the car, they'd come running and everyone had to quickly move around until Gillian sat in the back with Alfred chatting her ear off while Arthur stole her throne next to the Canadian.
They then drove off and it wasn't too long before Alfred began demanding the radio be on, Gillian soon joining in on the obnoxious chanting, it died though when Arthur grumbled in his heavy English accent and bent forward and jammed the button, turning the dial to some classical station and earned loud groans. When the backseaters and their demands to execute the non believer were promptly ignored, they turned to each other and obnoxiously conversed purposely to annoy the sandy haired man.
"So, your throw up stain in my living room is looking quite nice!" Gillian yelled with a cackle following afterwards.
Before Alfred could say anything on their very intelligent conversation, Arthur turned around with a scowl (then again, when wasn't there one?) in place as he shouted, "You got drunk, again?"
"Hell yeah! It was awesome, we watched Star Trek!" Alfred cheered, pumping his fists in to the air while making a whooping noise.
They all suddenly jerked forward as the car came to a short stop at the curve behind a Mercedes that Gillian recognized and smirked at the plate that read, 'l'amour'. Gillian then proceeded to bounce excitedly in anticipation of wrecking havoc with her right hand man and patted at Alfred's thigh repeatedly (earning a glare from Arthur) and said, "Francis is here! Francis. C'mon Brit, let us out!" She said and swatted at Arthur.
Matthew laughed softly at the scene and put the car in park as he got out and stood on the sidewalk, soon to be joined by the rest of the group. They all migrated to the door, Gillian excitedly talking about not having seen Francis in what felt like forever to Matthew who knocked at the door listened attentively, the two remaining blonds shoving playfully at each other and calling names. When the door creaked open, the albino couldn't mantain the hiss she emitted when she recognized the heavyset, platinum blond Russian as none other than Ivan Braginski. How the hell could she forget that Katyusha and Ivan were siblings? Or that Ivan lived with her, for that fact.
"Ah, hello Matvey," Ivan said with that creepy ass smile that scared children, "Oh Gil, what a pleasant surprise~!"
"Shut up, creep," Gillian clicked her tongue and pushed her best friend in past Ivan to the house that was surprisingly busy.
People were mostly crowded around a television with alcohol in hand cheering loudly for their team. The house was rather foggy (Gillian wondered if Lars was somewhere in here with his illegal drugs and underaged girls) and the girl remained close to her friend when she caught sight of a doll like girl with a knife in hand that was watching Ivan rather intently to just be a friend. She then noticed Katyusha talking with Francis who seemed to be trying to pick her up and they were soon over there to break it up. The girl latched on to Matthew's arm then and Gillian glared hard at the smirk she got.
"Oh Gil, it is good to see that you are better," Katyusha shouted over the people.
Gillian's lip twitched upwards as she prepared a rude awakening that she didn't like the girl, when Francis spoke up, "As much as I enjoyed our chat, mon cher, I must speak with Gil."
He then proceeded to lead Gillian away from the crowd and in to a bathroom where she sat on the toilet that was cold against her exposed legs and Francis leaned against the sink. "Hey Francis, long time no see," Gillian cooed with a smile too big to be considered sane.
"Oui," The blond responded brightly before turning quiet. With a strange glance, his lips were soon pulled in to a smirk as he declared, "Katyusha told me something interesting~!"
"Oh?" She said with a timid chuckle. "Like her cup size?"
"Non," He said with a teasing smirk, "How you went on a date with our dear 'Tonio with her and Mathieu."
"Pfft, so?" Oh shit, he knew.
"Were you, perhaps, oh say, jealous of her?"
Getting up from her spot abruptly, Gillian moved to leave and got a smirk from the French man who knew he'd just hit a sore spot for the girl. She glared shortly at him while manuevering her way out before moving past and headed back to the living room that was ever lively and wasted no time in locating Matthew on the couch with Katyusha leaning against him (which was a little too close for Gillian's liking).
When the crowd cheered (and booed) like no ones business, Matthew remained absolutely calm and honestly, Gillian felt as if the world should get combust at that very moment. Matthew Williams just didn't act like nothing happened when his team scored a goal and just won the game season. No, so this couldn't possibly be Gillian's Matthew. The only explanation was that this was Katyusha's twisted, demented sorcery Gillian knew the Braginski family possessed.
Katyusha then detached herself from the blond Canadian and started to head for the kitchen, but caught Gillian's hate filled gaze and went up to her instead, her hips swaying flirtingly. She smiled wryly (Gillian's stomach churned and she yearned to just puke on the blonde and her bust) and asked, "Can I talk to you?"
Shrugging, Gillian allowed herself to be led back to the bathroom that she was just at and realized it was surprisingly good at tuning out noise.
"What d'you want?" Gillian seethed, making sure to pour every once of venom she could manage in to her words.
"Matvey is mine," She declared boldly and earned a harsh, harsh glare.
Katyusha then left, an unreadable glint in her eye, and Gillian deadpanned, "Oh hell no."
She then fished her phone out of her pockets and called Felicia, who she learned was out at a restaurant with Ludwig, Lovina, and Antonio (she could hear Lovina's yelling at her boyfriend). After Felicia excitedly announced it was Gillian, said ruby eyed woman announced, "Feli, make that party happen."
Author's Notes 2: ALFRED AND ARTHUR BROMANCE. 8D
A part of me feels that i'm making Ukraine act too much like Belguim and I feel a little dead on the inside. :'D
Ahem. I'd like to know what characters should show up at the party, so let me know and i'll do a bit on them (if it's a pairing, i'll make it fluff filled~!) And writing this has made me realize that maybe i'm a little too out of practice with "technical" heterosexual pairings. OTL.