Wow! Note to self: Never attempt and pull an all nighter. It will be a discontent to you and your readers. Anyways, I hope you didn't gauge your eyes out from my previous fail. That would be bad. Also, I know I said I'd be working on it, but erm.. I got kind of side tracked.
Anyway, enjoy!
Finally, around 2:00, the group departed from the bar, after Roderich had closed up. They were then confronted with the problem: How to fit all seven fully grown men (for the most part) into Feliciano's small, red, Ferrari. Feliciano tried several different arrangements, but several appendages always ended up in very, very awkward places. After a few minutes elapsed, a solution was finally found. Antonio and Lovino had to ride in the trunk. Hilarity ensued. A few shouts, from out dearest Lovino, could be heard over the screeching of the car as it flew down the streets of the European town recklessly.
A muffled, "ANTONIO, I'M NOT HAVING SEX IN THE BACK OF A MOVING CAR, YOU MORON!" came from the trunk, along with some thrashing and various profanities.
Finally, the car skidded into a parking spot, or rather, a few parking spots in front of some sort of cross between a motel and a villa. Roderich and Ludwig, looking rather nauseous, emerged from the car.
"I forgot to tell you, Feliciano is a notoriously bad driver." Gilbert said, resting a hand on Roderich's shoulder. The Austrian could only groan and clutch the albino's arm to steady himself. Gilbert enjoyed the feeling of Roderich's body pressed against his. But, not because he liked Roderich! Tonight was just chilly, and Roderich happened to be very warm. "Very, very warm.." Gilbert thought aloud.
"Huh?" The brunette inquired.
"Oh, I was just saying that I need to, uh, take a very warm shower."
"Hmm. I see…" Roderich trailed off, resting his tired head against Gilbert's shoulder. While this action made Gilbert a little bit uneasy, he did not stop it.
The seven walked up to the door, and rang the 'doorbell'. Nothing happened. They tried a second time. Again, nothing happened. When a car pulled up in the parking lot. An overly-effeminate Japanese man stepped out of the car.
"Hello, how are you all this morning?"
"Yo, Kiku! We're just fine, except we can't get inside. Do you know why Heracles isn't answering?"
"Hera-san is probably asleep, as we should all be."
"Ohh~, my little Oriental beauty, if you are so keen on sleeping, my bed is always open." The Frenchman snaked an arm around Kiku's waist, making the Asian male cringe.
"What about Matthew?" Gilbert questioned, glaring at Francis.
"Non! Non! It was simply a joke. I am deeply infatuated with mon petite Mattheiu!"
Kiku eased out of the Frenchman's grip, before he went up and knocked on the door.
"Hera-san? Hera-san, please open up." He said softly.
"Let me try." Gilbert offered. Roderich took this as his queue to release the albino.
"Hey! Heracles! Open up! I'm freezing my ass off out here!" the Prussian pounded on the door.
A few seconds later, they heard inaudible mumbling coming from inside the building. A key turned in the lock, and the door swung open. A tired Grecian appeared at the door wiping sleep from his eyes. His hair was a complete mess, and his half-lidded eyes did not improve his zombie-like appearance.
"Ah, Hera-san. Thank you. I apologize for disturbing you." Kiku smiled sweetly.
"Eh! Kiku! What are you doing here so late?" Heracles' eyes widened as he swiftly brushed his hair out of his face and rubbed his eyes in an embarrassed manor.
"I promised to come visit you, remember? Sorry it's so late, I completely forgot about the different time zones."
"It's no proble-"
"Hate to interrupt this little love-fest, but can we go inside?" Gilbert interrupted.
"Oh yes, I'm so sorry, Gilbert-san." The Asian man blushed and stepped aside.
Once everyone had piled into the building, the matter of rooming appeared.
"I would be more than happy to take the Austrian, mon ami." Francis purred.
"No way. He's staying with me." Gilbert retorted.
"Ludwig can always stay with Feliciano." Antonio suggested.
"Ve! It's been so lonely since fratello moved out!" The Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm, and stared up at him with watering brown eyes. Ludwig, who was not usually one to fall for the 'helpless' look, found himself unable to turn down the offer.
"That sounds fine with me." He sighed, before being pulled off by the younger Italian.
Soon, after saying their good nights, everyone headed to their respective rooms. Gilbert and Roderich trudged up the stairs, and down the hall, to Gilbert's room.
Currently, Roderich was snuggled up in the albino's bed, with said albino nestled in the recliner in the living room. Roderich would have objected to taking Gilbert's bed, but he was too tired to argue. He brought the sheet up to his face, and inhaled the scent of cologne, which hung loosely on the fabric, trying to sort out the emotional turmoil, which turned unhappily in his chest. Happy? Extremely. Cheerful? You bet. Excited? Yes, of course. Sad? Slightly. Angry? Remotely. Disappointed? Just a bit.
Roderich was still unsure as to why, exactly, he had forgiven Gilbert. He had wanted to turn him down, make it hard for him, hurt him like he had hurt them. But instead, the brunette had given in. He couldn't bring himself to do anything but forgive him. Why?
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