A/N: You may have noticed that this story says "Complete"... yet I update it sometimes. There's a reason for that: To me, this sroty IS complete, and I only add on to it if I feel like extending the end. This chapter, like both the previous ones, can be considered the end/last chapter, however, more chapters may come after this. confusing, yes, but I felt like explaining XD
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The reception dance had gone late into the night, it was only supposed to last until eleven- officially- but it wasn't till about two in the morning that everyone left. Gilbert and his brother Ludwig were two of the last people out of the door, Ludwig half-dragging the self-proclaimed Prussian out by the collar.
Gilbert was saying "Oh! Just one more dance, West! Just one more!" even though the dancefloor was silent and empty. The fact that it was two in the mornign probably had something to do with Gilbert's idiocy, but it certainly didn't explain the albino's sudden, boundless energy
The Beilschmidts got home without any incidents, Gilbert having fallen asleep almost before he had sat down in the car. Ludwig had rolled his eyes at that. This was supposed to be his older brother?
When they arrived at their house, Ludwig awoke Gilbert and ordered him inside, like the responsible young man that he was. Gilbert, grumbling and groggy, obeyed, undressing and collapsing on his bed, not to wake until twelve thirty the next day, and he awoke to his cell phone piping off a clip of a Rammstein song.
Gilbert groped for the offending object that had so rudely brought him out of his slumber and flipped it open to see a number he didn't immediately recognize. But, after a few more seconds, it clicked. "Birdie!" he answered the phone, grinning widely and fighting back a yawn. Matthew had left around ten, so the little blond had probably gotten a proper night's sleep.
"H-hello, Gilbert," Mattie replied shyly.
He had really called!