Elizaveta sat under a white umbrella in front of Antonio's café while the world around her cryed. She was now a mature teenager and was supposed to be meeting Roderich for a drink, but he never showed. The rain came down harder and harder as she stared down into her cup of untouched coffee, hoping he would show soon. It wasn't like him to skip out on a date. Or, as he called them, 'friendly meetings.'
"Are you sure he'll be coming?" Antonio said, watching her from the doorway. He smiled and waved as Ludwig and Feliciano walked past him, into his coffe shop.
"Yes…" Elizaveta mumbled. The academy everyone was attending was a bit like college. You paid to get in and could choose not to study. Each student found their own free time to do whatever. Roderich had promised to try and meet her when he got free time, but he was almost always studying or practicing for music. Maybe something came up at the last minute and he couldn't get around to let me know, Elizaveta thought to herself.
"Ok, well, if you need anything just let me know, all right?" Antonio said, grinning. She nodded silently and put her head down on the damp table. Her long, brown hair was getting wet and her green dress was stained with the rain. She kicked her feet a few times before getting up and going inside.
"Elizaveta~!" Feliciano called, waving a hand in the air. "Over here~!" The little, clueless Italian bounced up and down in happiness as Elizaveta approached him.
"Have you guys seen Roderich anywhere?" She asked as she sat down next to him. Ludwig shook his head as he ate and Feliciano stared at her with a blank expression. She sighed and listened to the Italian ramble on and on about his brother and pasta. When the two friends left, Elizaveta went back to her dorm and stared at herself in a mirror. She brushed her hair, changed dresses, tried on different shoes, read some yaoi, daydreamed, thought about Roderich, studied, cryed, punched her wall, drew some pictures, ate goulash soup, read some more yaoi and then went to sleep.
The next day in class, Elizaveta asked Roderich what happened yesterday. "It was personal." He hissed and continued reading his book, not bothering to look up at her. She sulked back to her seat and collapsed in it, worried.
"Do you, like, know what's up with those two?" Elizaveta heard Feliks ask Toris as she walked down the hall to her next class. "I heard Roderich was totally with some other girl last night."
Elizaveta froze in horror when she heard him. She stared blankly at the ground and thought of all the possibilities. "Roderich…" She whispered, running down the hall to find him. She spotted him talking with Natalia and Eduard outside the music class, holding a violin.
"Roderich!" Elizaveta called. He turned to look with an annoyed smile and his two companions walked away. "What on earth is wrong with you? Are you avoiding me?" She said.
"I've just been busy lately." He said with his Austrian accent. "An old friend of mine's has just recently arrived and he's not right in the head."
"Oh…I guess I get it." If there's something wrong with his friend then I understand. Elizaveta said and thought. "Well I could always help you out, if you want."
"Nein. He'd be too much to deal with for you." Roderich walked around her and continued after the other two.
Elizaveta shook her head back and forth to herself and hurried after him, pissed and determined to know more. "I heard Feliks earlier. He informed me you were with some slut at midnight."
Roderich stopped and spun around, looking shocked and angry. "What? That gay bastard doesn't know anything at all! Why would you listen to him? I was sleeping at midnight, dumb ass!" He waved an arm around. "I thought you were smarter than that! Oh yeah, that's right. You always did have a childish and idiotic mind!" Roderich exploded out at Elizaveta. She stared in shock as he continued to howler. Everyone around them stopped whatever they were doing and stared at the two.
"W-Well…" Elizaveta tried to say without trembling. She felt her eyes water. Roderich spun around again and took off. That's not like Roderich at all…!
Back in her room, Elizaveta cried on her bed for what seemed like forever. "Why did I say that?" She kept asking herself. "Why'd he blow up like that? Maybe his friend is driving him insane…" She sobbed into her white pillow and listened to her phone ring, not wanting to talk to anybody.
The next day Roderich approached her in front of the ball room and hugged her tightly. Elizaveta stood frozen as she felt him pressed against her and heard him whisper something. "W-What…?"
He let go of her and stared into her eyes. "I'm terribly sorry, Elizaveta. Please forgive me. My friend has been bothering me with no end and I've been so frustrated lately. I didn't mean what I said to you, really. I over-reacted."
"…And I'm sorry, too." She said, twirling a piece of hair. "I sort of…jumped to conclusions." Roderich sighed and closed his eyes, his glasses sliding down on his face a little. "R-Roderich, I told you, I'd be happy to help you out." Elizaveta whispered. She watched his face for some sort of sign but he stayed still. Finally after a minute he opened his eyes again and nodded, relieved.
"How about you come back to my dorm after your last class and you can meet him?" He said, bowing before he left. Elizaveta smiled and watched him walk away, then proceeded into the ballroom to practice dancing. She hopped around a few times and stood on one foot, trying her best to keep her balance. She wiggled back and forth before falling to one side.
"What's wrong with me?" She muttered, sighing. She looked around the big, empty room. The ground was a slick and shiny tan, while the walls were white. There was a large mirror on the far right wall that stretched to either side. A large, white chandlier hung from the ceiling. Windows were spread out on the wall opposite the door and there were a couple chairs stacked together in a corner. Elizaveta had wanted to learn how to keep her balance for years now so she could dance. She doesn't remember when she first decided it, but she was now determined to learn. Roderich had tried helping her before but they had ended up falling in ackward positions on eachother.
Back at her dorm, Elizaveta stared out a medium-sized window on the opposite wall of her door. She loved nature and sometimes wondered if it was possible to become a plant. It took her a few seconds before she remembered she had agreed to go meet Roderich. Grabbing a green handkerchief, she raced out her door and hurried down the hall. The floors were all carpet and were a creamish color. The walls were a little darker than the ground and had a few painting on them here and there. The girls section was on the opposite side of the building than the boys, so it would take her a while to get there. Elizaveta took a short-cut through the cafeteria and field, feeling the cold night wind run through her long, brown hair. The wind tugged at her white dress as she ran bare-footed across the lake of grass.
"I'm…sorry I took…so long…" Elizaveta panted as Roderich opened the door for her to come in.
"Its fine, really." Roderich said with a bit of annoyance. "At least you could make it. He's driving me mad! I haven't gotten any studies done." He mumbled, walking away. His room was larger than Elizaveta's. It was a big rectangle. His bed was to the right when you first walk in, just like her's, though she slept on a bunk-bed. Next to his bed was a black piano and a broken stool, as well as some mud on the walls and floors. On the other half of the room was a bunk-bed with clothes hung all over it. Roderich walked to the bathroom, which was next to the way into the ruined dorm, and knocked on the door.
"What the hell do you want?" A voice called, having a similar accent to Roderich.
"Someone is here so come out of there at once!" Roderich yelled, pounding on the door a few times. Elizaveta stared at the mole on Roderich's face while he yelled some more.
"It bobs up and down whenever you open your mouth and then shut it…" She said to herself.
"Mein Gott, you never shut up, dammit! Leave me alone! I don't give a damn about you losers!" The voice inside began whining and kicking the door. "I'm too awesome!"
"What's his name?" Elizaveta asked Roderich, realizing what was happening.
"Its Gilbert." The Austrian replied above the sound of the other one's kicking, crossing his arms. "He's so annoying! And just look at my room!" Roderich turned and began making his bed. "Please, Elizaveta, help me get him out of there. I can't handre it anymore!"
"Ah…ok…" Why is that name a little familiar? Elizaveta knocked gently on the door and waited for him to stop kicking before saying in a sweet voice, "Please, Gilbert, come out so we can meet." She felt her eye twitch, for she was never gentle like that. She took a step back and waited patiently for him to answer.
After half a minute, Elizaveta heard the door unlock and watched as it opened a little. "No one's going to hurt you. Don't be afraid." She made a happy face as it opened a little more. She saw Roderich watching in surprise out of the corner of her green eyes.
"Why're you talking to me like I'm some damn dog?" The door opened wider and Elizaveta saw half of him. He had familiar greyish-white hair and unnatural red eyes. He's taller than me… She thought to herself. He had a blue military uniform on and a plus sign under his neck. He stared at her a second later before grinning a little. Elizaveta felt her cheeks redden with surprise and immediately looked away. "I'm not an idiot, you asshole."
"Roderich…" She said, walking up to her old friend. She leaned close to him and whispered, "I thought you said he was mentally retarded…!"
"When did I say that…?" He asked in confusion. Elizaveta sighed and shook her head before returning to Gilbert.
"Uh, hello, Gilbert…" She muttered as he walked out of the room. Gilbert looked down at her and began laughing an annoying laugh. Elizaveta put her hands on her hips and straightened up, wanting to appear taller. "What're you laughing at?"
"Eh…?" He stopped in surprise and gave her a stupid look. "You…don't…?" He looked like he was thinking and then walked over to his bed. Elizaveta stared, confused, as he pushed some clothes off onto the floor and jumped onto the bottom bunk.
"Do you think you could help me clean a little?" Roderich said, approaching Elizaveta. She nodded and he then called to Gilbert, "Hey, are you sleeping?" The boy said nothing and Roderich sighed. "Maybe we can go someplace afterwards." The Austrian said to the Hungarian.
"Yes, ok." Elizaveta replied, smiling at the thought. She began with sweeping the dirt up and ended with cleaning toothpaste off the toilet. Weird! She and Roderich then left the newly-cleaned dorm and headed to the cafeteria. As they crossed the dark field, Elizaveta began feeling rather playful. The moon was round above their heads and the stars were little eyes, watching with pleasure. She reached over and grabbed Roderich's hand, happily feeling the night wind hit her face.
Ah…Sorry, I'm a slow writer. The story is now taking place in the present. ouo And sorry if you wanted it to stay in the past or something…I hope I don't lose any readers. Review?