Explanation tiiiiimes~!
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It wasn't for a few days until Rizal was finally able to get some alone time with Gilbert. It was during lunchtime and he was eating in the lobby like it didn't bother him at all. It must've…but he decided not to remark on it. He plopped down next to Gilbert and proceeded to eat in silence, no one making any remark on anything else.
"So what? You're not going to tell me anything? Totally unawesome."
"I thought you'd be in denial about what happened." Rizal stated.
"Why the hell would I be in denial about that?"
"Because it basically broadcasted your deepest secrets to the both of us."
That shut him up.
"I thought so." Rizal took a sip out of his soup. "I'm still willing to give you any answers, if you want me to."
"…any questions?"
"As long as I can answer them." He answered bluntly. "It's reasonable. No one can understand this on the first try."
"All right then…" Gilbert turned to him. "What the hell was that world, anyway?"
"What, in general? Or specifically what we landed in?"
"Whatever you want to answer me with." He spat. "Listening to your voice, it sounds like it's different."
"It is." Rizal stated.
"Then tell me what the world was that you two landed in."
"It was your world."
"My what?"
"There are two dimensions in coexistence with each other: our dimension, and the negative dimension. The negative dimension hasn't been shaped yet because there aren't any human beings on it to shape the landscape. Instead, it is literally the collected thoughts and minds of the billions of people that are in our world. Hence, any person that falls into the negative dimension can shape it by whatever thoughts they have."
"Seriously?"
"In your case, they formed what I believe was a Prussian kingdom. Reasonable, considering your roots." Rizal started chewing his food. "And when you fell in, the negative dimension shaped you into your greatest secrets-"
"Wait, what? I thought you said that the negative dimension is shaped by us!"
"It is…but this is the world of your inner self. When you fall into the negative dimension, you do shape it, but your personalities are reversed. Your secrets are what run you when you enter it, and the mask that you use to hide it becomes your true personality." Rizal stated. "It happens whenever anyone falls into the negative dimension, every time."
"Then why haven't you and the damn commie haven't been warped when you went after me?"
"Because of this." Rizal pointed at his shoulder, revealing a glyph that was glowing a bright blue. It was reacting to the one on Gilbert's cheek. "In the negative dimension, what you are and your inner secrets are two different people, hence only one of them is the dominate personality in a certain realm. This is basically a truce between the both of them, saying that what you are now is the dominate personality in both dimensions…as long as the other one gets the true power."
"The true power?"
"The man that appeared before you in your world, remember? The one in all yellow?" Rizal smiled. "That is your inner secret."
"That ancient guy?"
"Yep. Ragnarok separated the both of you."
"Ragnarok?"
"The sword that comes from my glyph." Rizal stated. "It has the ability to insert a memory from the wielder into the being who is being stabbed, helping the inner secret being sorted out."
"So the memory that I was shown…"
"It came from Ivan. He told me about it: being in an Allied meeting and separating Germany in half in order to give you a land to rule over." The Filipino pointed out. "And hence, you became half a nation like the boy that became your key."
"…key?"
"Everyone's secrets involve someone important. When they leave a human body, they turn into that person…the 'key', if you mind the word." Rizal lifted his hands for the quote. "That way, the person's more likely to listen and reach that truce."
"So it's a way of saving yourself." Gilbert blinked.
"That's the hope, of course." He answered. "In Ivan's case, I found him in the middle of the frozen tundra and had a problem with accepting the key's words until he accepted them."
"Wait…you looked into Ivan?"
"That's why he calls me 'master' in that world." Rizal grinned. "It's not that weird if you really think about it…he's more childish than anything else."
"Do you know anything about children?"
"The only child I handled in my life is Charice."
"…fine. I'll accept it." Gilbert continued eating his food. "Whatever you're saying."
"So you believe me."
"If it hadn't been for the fact that I fell in that world, I probably wouldn't have. Thought it'd be a nice game idea, though." Prussia shrugged. "Yeah."
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"Don't think you're off the hook."
"Eh?"
"I'm still wondering why Feliciano was your key."
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Gilbert's face flash a quick shade of red before forcing himself to take the biggest bite out of his sandwich to make an excuse for the blood in his face. Rizal grinned. A foolish attempt, to say the least. Then again, he can repay him for all the times he embarrassed him.
"Is it something I should know?"
"No. None of your business."
"Can I help but be curious?"
"You better. You're not getting any answers from me."
"Then I'll guess." Rizal grinned. "You like him, don't you?"
Gilbert said nothing, but by the blush on his face Rizal knew he hit the jackpot. Charice would be screaming and enforcing her [GERxITA] stamps around this time. Thank god she's not around. He decided to go further into this.
"You're not trying to defend yourself."
"…you're not…completely wrong."
"Well, at least we're getting somewhere." Rizal smiled. "Was it at first sight?"
He shook his head.
"Was it after the war?"
He nodded.
"21st Century?"
He nodded.
"I'm guessing at least two or three months."
He shook his head.
"Four months?"
He shook his head.
"More than a year?"
He nodded.
"Year and a half?"
"One more guess."
"…more than two years."
"Four."
"Damn." Rizal blinked. "Sorry, but…I never thought of you as someone who likes someone past a month or two."
"Hey, we learn how to cope and move on." Gilbert turned to Rizal. "And now I get to ask a question."
"Eh?"
"Are you going googly-eyed for mein bruder?"
Now it was Rizal's turn for his face to flash a complete red. Gilbert's rather embarrassed look was now changing to his "Hunter-Killer" stance…cause, you know, he's Gilbert. Rizal was really starting to regret talking about something like this openly to an albino man who might or might not spill this all out.
"Damn, I'm good."
"Oh, shut up." He turned away. "Like you know anything."
"I wouldn't be awesome if I didn't." Gilbert leaned in. "Unlike the rest of these bozos, I've been paying attention."
"…oh yeah?" Rizal leaned away. "What've you been seeing?"
"Please, you're a slobbering wuss when you're talking to him." He laughed. "You're eager to please around him, and you get rather depressed when he's with Ita-chan."
"…fine, you got me." Not like he can lie now, not since Gilbert's secrets have been exposed.
"Now this is an interesting situation." Gilbert started drinking his canteen. "I like Feliciano, you like mein bruder…two people unconsciously planning on separating the most beautiful couple in the face of this planet."
"I know. Horrible, isn't it." Rizal sighed. "Not to mention that they have Charice on their side."
"Well, there's nothing we can do except trend forward I guess." The Prussian grinned. "You know what? I'm calling a truce."
"Hm?"
"We've been nagging each other for about a few years, right? I call a truce to that." He lifted out his hand. "Two men in the same boat of heartbreak. What do you say, mate?"
"…bonded with the same emotional issue." Rizal smiled, taking his hand. "I accept."
"All right." He grinned. "I say we drink to that!"
"Let me guess…beer?"
"German beer!" He chirped. "Why? I thought you drink?"
"Not during the daytime. And not during class." Rizal's eyes were a little wide. "Seriously?"
"HELL YEAH!"
Rizal stared at him for a few minutes before sighing. It was the only time he ever went to his next class drunk out of his mind.
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And now I'll put in a few bits of filler.