"Hey Alfred, do you like Alice?"

Gilbert and Alfred had just gone under the covers, and Alfred was just about to turn the lights off when Gilbert asked the sudden question.

The prussian boy was staring into the ceiling, thinking about the day. This was the first time he met Alfred, why was he so hostile towards him? Gilbert noticed that every time he talked to Alice, Alfred would glare angrily at him. Was it because-

Oh.

Ohhhhh.

This will be fun.

Gilbert turned his head towards Alfred's direction with a smirk. "Well?"

Alfred was frozen. He wasn't really sure what to answer. Yes, he kind of liked Alice. No, he didn't want Gilbert to find out about it. Alfred took a deep breath and focused on that little crack in the ceiling he never noticed before.

"No. Why would you think that?" He replied with an unreadable tone as he rolled over in the bed. "And aren't you Alice's boyfriend or something?" the blonde mutterered sulkily, trying not to sound too interested of the reply.

Gilbert was startled at first. What made Alfred think that he was Alice's boyfriend? Were they really that close?

But, as the obnoxious little asshole he was, he was going to spice up some love. (Read the word as someone with deep, seductive voice and drag on the word, making it sound like 'lllluuuuuvvvv')

Gilbert held his laughter and tried not to blow his acting. 'Get your shit together, Gilbert,' He thought for himself. The boy took a deep breath, making his chest rise somewhat under the covers.

"Well, I guess you could say we have some kind of special relationship..." he faked the hesitation in his voice.

Silence.

Gilbert knew he was hurting Alfred, but if the boy didn't make a move sooner or later, Alice will never realise her own feelings. Of course Gilbert knew that. He'd known Alice since middle school! Whenever she would get a confession, she would firstly say 'no' and then have a sudden crush on each one of them.

... It's like she's too afraid to get into a relationship. He never really got to know the reason, but it might have been that little asshole.. what was his name.. Scott? Gilbert couldn't really remember. But, he could remember the fact that Alice's former boyfriend was a scumbag and had left her in a pretty cruel way. It's about time she falls on love again.

"Are you awake, Alfred?" whispered Gilbert and waited for the reply that never came. He guessed Alfred was sleeping, since he heard the faint sound of snoring from the other side of the room. Gilbert jumped off his, uh, Alice's bed and walked over to Alfred's bed. Yup, he sure was asleep.

The albino had a good look at the american. Pretty nice features, kind of childish, but still charming. Alfred seemed like a nice guy, too.

A sudden thought hit Gilbert.

How the heck did Alfred find out Alice is a girl?

Gilbert went back under the still warm covers. Did the two of them... Do something? Like, something nasty? He kept thinking and thinking, but couldn't come up with a good answer.

"Wraargh!" he sighed as he tossed and turned around in the bed. Gilbert felt too tired to turn off the lights, and decided to just let go of it and sleep.

Unlike the dead-silenced boy's room, the girl's room were filled with endless chatter.

"So, you've known Gilbert since middle school?" asked Elizaveta with clogged nostrils and giggled at Alice, who was sitting on the other bed across the room. The blonde just nodded with a "Ya." and looked at the brunette. "Why?"

"Is he your boyfriend?" the half-sick girl asked with a smug grin plastered on her face.

Alice just laughed. "No! How could you even think that! We're just friends," she chuckled and waved her hand in the air.

Alice then looked at Elizaveta with a grin. "You like Gilbert, don't you?" She grinned and walked over to the surprised brunette's bed.

"No I don't! I barely even know him!" she scootched over and gave Alice some space in her bed. "But there's something cool about his eyes," she admitted quietly for herself and felt her cheeks heat up ever so slightly. Alice just grinned and gave her best friend's back a comforting pat. "Well, you've got plenty of time to fall for him." She laughed when Elizaveta threw the tissuebox at her. "I don't like him!" she half-yelled, half-coughed.

"Sure, sure," Alice smiled for herself.

"Hey, you never told me what happened last Sunday," Elizaveta suddenly changed the subject. "Weren't you and Alfred going to the arcade?" she asked with a suspicious tone. Her eyebrows suddenly shot up, "Don't tell me you-"

"What the fuck, Liz!" shouted Alice as she threw her arms up in the air, startling the other girl. "We didn't go to a motel or anything," the blonde interrupted as she calmed down. "But we kinda slept in the same bed," Alice quickly added in a barely audible voice.

Elizaveta dropped her tissues and her mouth fell open. "You did WHAT?" she shrieked, green eyes wide of excitement. "Alice oh god what is going on are you two together ahh I have to plan your wedding I'll even pay half the price of your dress-"

"Calm yourself, woman!" Alice angrily shouted at Elizaveta's endless babbling, once again. "Look, I kinda' met my former guardian, and blah blah we ended up at his place because I fainted due my stomach et cetera et cetera," Alice managed to say in one breath. The other girl just stared at Alice with still wide eyes, trying to process the information.

"So..." Elizaveta finally said after a few moments of silence, "You guys slept in the same bed, and nothing happened? Like, at all?" she paused, only to quickly add another load of questions. "You didn't cuddle or at least - talk?"

Alice sighed, feeling like she absolutely had to answer to these questions, or else Liz would go mad.

"Well, he kinda'... I don't know, hug me in his sleep, I guess?" she furrowed her eyebrows. "And," she paused. Elizaveta waited patiently as she frowned at Alice's sudden insecure look.

"I had a really bad nightmare."

Alice told Elizaveta about her nightmare and about Francis. They kept talking and talking; everything in between Heaven and Earth was still a subject. In the end, both of them noticed how dark it had gotten outside.

"Liz..." Alice had said with a tired smile on her lips, "Goodnight," she sighed as she fell asleep in Michelle's bed.

Splash

Gilbert blinked, but didn't lift a finger as he tried to process what just happened.

This is... A room? Oh, that's right, this is Alice's and Alfred's room.

Wait.

Why the fuck are my clothes soaked?

A cold shiver ran down Gilbert's spine as he continued his gaze and looked at the bottom of an empty glass-vase right above him. There was a hand holding onto the vase.

"Better get up soon, classes start in an hour," Alfred informed with a smug smile and placed the vase back onto a shelf. "Don't want to be late on the first day of school, do you?" he smiled before he walked away, whistling on an incredibly happy tune.

Gilbert just sighed heavily as he went to the bathroom and peeled his soaked clothes off.

Jeez, how jealous can you get.

A/N:

Ah, I'm still alive! Shorter chapters, yes. I apologise for that... D:

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(2011-12-14)