7.

**Knock! Knock! **

Gilbert opened the door of his awesome house, awesomely smiling to the newbie of the party, finding an uncool Britain in the threshold of his door. The Prussian felt awesomely annoyed already.
"What are yo-..."

He instantly got pushed away by a smiling Frenchman.
"Ahhh you finally came mon ami~! Bienvenu~!" he said, honey almost filling his voice.

"First of all, Frog, I don't think I'll have fun in there. I'm here for... You know what.." the smaller blond replied, eyes closed.

"Hehe, We'll see mon cher, we'll see..."

The elder's creepy smile made Arthur regret coming to that stupid party already. Michelle or not, there was nothing on earth that was worth spending an evening with that Beard-face fucker. Screw this, he was going home, but before he could even turn his back and proudly walk away, Francis grabbed his wrist and dragged him in.

"Bloody stinky Frog! Let go of me!" he hissed the Frenchman.

"Ahh you came all the way here~! At least sit a few minutes!" The taller man threw Arthur on the empty couch in front of them.
"Be right back, I'll get you a drink, mon ami~."

Damn frog. He was such an annoying, immature brat. Arthur couldn't stand him near and sadly for him, the tall blond was part of his life since his parents worked with the Britain's. That meant he had to spend meetings, dinners and even Christmas with the Frenchman and his stupid family. Arthur had to admit it though, the teenager's family really was beautiful, especially Francis' mom, but they were the stupidest case the Englishman had ever seen in his life, really.
Finally back with a glass of wine in his right hand and a beer in his left, Francis pulled the smaller blond out of his thoughts.
"Here you go, mon ami~." he handed the drink to the one he was talking to.

"I won't drink it. And I'm not your friend!"

"But aren't you thirsty after all this walking?" he answered, smiling interiorly.

"Well yeah. But I'm sure you've put some creepy shit like that rape drug inside it. Look, the bottle's already open." the Britain pointed.

The Frenchman rolled his eyes and still gave the drink to the blonde, who finally took it, but didn't take a sip yet.

"And, like, I decided to take the second proposition 'cause, you know, living at the farm isn't easy.. You have to love your cows and everything. I would, like, totally not live on a farm. And, yeah. That's how I got my new couch~."

"Who are you...?" The Prussian was lost and alcohol wasn't helping him concentrate on what the blonde was saying. In fact, alcohol was the reason why he had started hitting on Feliks. What? He was wearing a skirt, so it was a girl right? And she was so light, sitting on him. A guy would be alot heavier.
Gilbert didn't mind being groppy and pervert since he thought the Pole was a 'her'. And then, just as his hand went up the "girl's" lap, the albino felt a violent thing hit his head from behind. No need to ask himself who the hell had hit him:

"What are you doing to Feliks, freaking pervert?" the Hungarian yelled.

"Ow! What the fuck dude! I was just talking with mein new friend here!"

"Huuh... I don't wanna interrupt, but I have to go... Like, Torris' waiting for me.. huh. In the kitchen." The Pole obliviously let out, getting up.

"See? She's gone now!" the Prussian whined.

"She? Feliks' a boy Gil!"

A boy..? He was hitting on a boy?
"Huuh...! I... I totally knew! Hehehe.! I was kidding!" he laughed.

"Damn it Gilbert! Stop thinking you know everything! It's frustrating!" the Hungarian was really starting to get pissed at the albino.

Getting up, he started laughing, passing by girl talking to him. She turned around, even more frustrated and ready to yell at him for not listening, but no words came out as she saw him making his was to a random girl. Damn it! He was such an idiot! She wasn't jealous. No. Not at all. Not for this stupid and pervert asshole!
But why did she put her emotions on alert mode as she looked at her childhood friend laughing with the girl he was hitting on [Probably with some lame expressions like: there's alot of stars in the sky at night, but not more than there are in your eyes and blablabla.. -disgusted face-], then leave with the said girl in his room's direction. That was it. She didn't take it. She'd tell him how she felt about it. Grabbing a drink, she chugged it in one shot to give her the guts to finally enter in that room and yell at that stupid albino. Sadly, one wasn't enough so she took another one and etc.

Gilbert smiled as the girl he didn't know the name yet started to unbutton his jeans delicately, starting to run her hand lower and lower. Mein gott she was hot! He hat hit the night's jackpot. Moreover, her enormous boobs already pressed on his chest, she was somewhat able to keep leaning closer. The Prussian liked how fast this was going. He would bang her, she would like it, moan loudly and everyone would be happy and tralala. Unfortunately for him, everything stopped suddently as the teenager finally noticed the drunk and angry girl standing at the end of his bed, eyes full of tears. He hadn't hear the door open. Fuck.
The Hungarian slowly got closer, never looking away from the crimson eyes she was staring at. When she got beside him, tears had stopped flowing on her cheeks and then, just then, a violent hand met Gilbert's jaw.

"I... I Fucking hate you!"

She left the room, running and a confused albino. What the hell had just happen?

The Spaniard was still sitting on the couch. The party had started since more than an hour and a half, but Lovino was nowhere to be seen. He didn't come yet. Would he?
Antonio started to feel bad. What if the Italian didn't want to come and see him afterall? Even if, on the phone, he said he would maybe pass by, to look after his brother, Antonio thought he'd maybe come for him too... Maybe Lovino didn't care about him at all afterall.. Maybe he didn't like him and that the brunette was wasting his time trying to know him better...
When a crying Feliciano ran downstairs, entering the living room, it took a few seconds before the Spaniard got pulled out of his weird thoughts.

"It's Lovino! He got hit by a car while he was walking here!" Tears were massively flowing down his cheeks. He was inconsolable.

"Wait what?" Antonio finally shouted, getting up of the couch. "W-what happen?"

"H-he... He was crossing the road when the light was red... And a car was coming.. B-but... he.. he's too stubborn... And... the car.. the car... and... Boom!" The Italian tried to say between large sobs.
"H-he's at the Hospital right now..."

Antonio couldn't believe what he had just heard. Lovino had been hit by a car? It's in these moments that the Spaniard should've buy a car. Damn it! And he couldn't do anything about the fact that the Italian was at the hospital right now.
"Does anybody have a car!" he heard himself shout.

"I do" A half-drunken Britain got up, waving the keys in front of him.
"B-but.. I drive!"

"Hey! You drank too much Iggy!" The Frenchman beside him let out, also getting up.
"Let me drive!" He snapped the keys from the blonde's hands.

"Hey! My keys...!" The Britain whined.

Francis was about to retort, but instantly got cut by a serious [way to serious] Spaniard.
"Can we just go?"

The two blondes stopped playing around and started to walk to the door, startled by Antonio's attitude.
"Damn frog..." the Britain whispered before leaving with the two others.

His shirt half buttoned, the Prussian entered the living room, which was the fourth room he'd come in without finding Elizabeta.

"So she did leave..." he thinked, sitting desperately on one of his couches, pushing a random sleeping guy on the ground. He was feeling like shit. It was the first time he felt this bad for someone and his chest hurt. What the hell was that pain anyway? He should take pain relievers.
Why the hell was he feeling like this? Lizzy was a girl like any other one. Maybe it was because she was his childhood friend since they were really close before and everything..
And... And where the fuck was everybody? Antonio, Francis, Arthur and Feliciano were no where to be seen. Oh. Maybe the Italian was upstairs with Ludwig. Probably. And.. And.. Trying to think about anything else than the Hungarian was a failure. He didn't really care not seeing the others at that time. In fact, the more he wanted to forget about her, the faster his heart would beat.
'What the hell!"
The house was completely silent now, besides little noises that came from the bathroom's direction from one time to another. Gilbert instantly got up.

"The bathroom!" he almost yelled before running at the source of the noises. He grabbed the doorknob, in vain: the door was locked. He knocked softly on the wood. No reaction. Damn it. The albino knocked again, harder this time. A simple click was heard, which meant the person inside had unlocked the door. Now, he only had to hope it was the right girl behind the door. The Prussian slowly opened, letting himself in, his crimson eyes slowly scanning the room to finally stop on the girl crying on the toiletseat.

"Thank god, she's not gone.." he whispered to himself and got closer to hug her. Since he was in kindergarden, Gilbert couldn't stand seeing a girl cry, especially this one. He would personally take care of the ones that would make her cry, even though she was able to do it herself. What do you want? The albino was a gentleman, even back then.

"Go away!" she yelled, breaking the hug.

The Prussian kneeled down to be at her face's hight. Her eyes were all red and puffy due to the amount of tears and sadness of the past minutes. He whipped the ones sliding down her delicate jawline and tried to find the right words to say at that exact moment. The only words that came out were pretty pathetic.

"I.. I didn't fuck her.."

The Hungarian's answer was simple and direct: a huge slap. He didn't move away and continued.
"I swear to God..."

"I don't believe you! You can't keep your dick in your pants!" she finally answered, hitting him weakly in the chest.

"I don't even believe it myself Lizzy.. I won't lie to you. I would've love to.. you know what.. but. I.. I couldn't stop thinking about the way you looked at me a few minutes before. I don't get it. It never happened before." For once, Gilbert was really sincere.

Elizabeta didn't answer yet, but at least she had stopped crying and was staring at the albino in silence. Well, it was complete silence except the sniffles you could hear from the Hungarian from one time to an other.

"Really Lizzy." The Prussian continued.
"I swear to God what I just said is true. S-sorry.. For.. Making you cry.?"

Elizabeta couldn't believe what she had heard. Was Gilbert really apoligyzing? No. She must've dreamed it. The albino never apologyzed to anyone. Never. Still, she wanted to know it she really heard what she think she heard.

"S-sorry, but... What?" still unsure about the other's last sentence.

"I said i swore to God I didn't do it and-" He got cut by the brunette's sentence.

"No! Not that! W-what did you say after that?" she asked, more curious than ever.

Gilbert back up a little, thinking.

"I... I said I'm sorry..."