Author's Note

I want to sincerely apologize for my leave of absence as an author, I will be back to posting more chapters later this month. I have had a few health issues in the past month and a good friend of mine's mother just recently passed away from lung cancer.

Here's a short snippet for those of you reading Spanish Carnation next chapter Rumor has it, note it is subjected to change:

"Look, here's the plan," Gilbert said his elbows on the table, finger tips pointed at each other making a triangle with his body and arms. His red eyes glanced between the unamused purple and confused green. "Rodriech, Antonio, you two are going to pretend to date each other." He felt pleased with himself for concocting this awesome plan.

"What?" Rodriech asked, his palms slapped the table in outrage. "I am not gay and I refuse to have my name slandered as such."

"There's nothing wrong with being gay." Gilbert rebuttaled, "Do you want Liz to continue to think that you have the emotional capabilities of a fly?" Something hard connected with his forehead dazing him for a split second if only because he had been surprised. The unawsome, wimpy pianist had hit him, him the aswome Gilbert Beilschmidt! He didn't think twice about his fist connecting with Rodriech's nose.

"Gilbert! Rodriech!" Antonio shouted, but Gilbert couldn't focus on his Spanish friend or the crowd gathering to watch the show. He dodged Rodriech's next punch aimed at his jaw and elbowed the pianist's shoulder while his other fist hit, pinky side first, Rodriech's temple.

Suddenly strong arms wrapped themselves around his chest and pulled him away from his unawsome opponent just as someone else pulled the brunette away from him. "Stop mon ami." And Gilbert felt himself relax in his friend's arms, the bloodlust fading away and he could now see that it had been Elizaveth who had pulled Rodriech away.

"Gilbert, are you all right?" Matthew asked running up.

"Yeah, yeah," Gilbert waved his hand dismissively to his kinda sorta, haven't quite figured out yet if we're dating or not friend, it wasn't like fighting was anything new for him, he had quite the track records with fight in the office.

"Bruder," Ludwig said, his normally stoic face was filled with concern. "Was warst du denken?"

"I lost control." Gilbert said with a shrug.

Sorry to those of you just reading Russian Sunflower, that chapter will be out after the one for Spanish Carnation.