The room was messy. Ludwig perhaps simply has not stated it to lessen the depression of the disappointed Elizabeta. He had read her expression and knew that she was faking it.
"How can Ludwig take this?!" She was fuming out of rage.
"Graah!" Gilbert woke up in surprise, his heart thumping hard and he panted fast.
"What a nightmare! Eliza was about to hit me with a frying-"
"… Nightmare, huh?!" A purple aura began seeping out from Eliza as she raised her frying pan that hit the guy's head, hard.
"Owww! And I thought it was merely a dream...!" Gilbert exclaimed in horror only to see Eliza.
Gilbert's expression seemed that he was screaming inside.
"Well, well. Look who is interested in my favor?" He teased.
Eliza blushed in embarrassment and glared at him.
"I never expected you to come for petty reasons, I just wanted advices though," he annoyingly hissed.
"S-Shut up! So who's this 'someone' that you're going out with?" Eliza hesitantly asked, curiosity noticeable.
"That would be a great secret, for now."
"But how am I supposed to know what she likes and make an advice for you-" Eliza responded in a fit of rage.
"I don't need an advice with that, I already know what she likes-"
"Then I guess my job here is done-" She shot back as she stood up but instantly Gilbert grasped her arm.
"Let me finish, alright? And if I nailed it right, I asked for your encouragements. And that is, up to you on how to show me that," he explained in a serious tone.
Eliza sat back onto the couch.
"What time is the dreadful- err, said date of yours?" she asked, trying to regain the life of the conversation.
"In about ten minutes," he replied.
"Say again?" Eliza tried to confirm his answer.
"In about, ten, t-e-n minutes, idiot," he repeated with that husky voice of his.
Silence filled the room for a short moment until Eliza finally took understanding of the current situation.
She stood up out of frustration.
"Are you freaking serious?! You're the idiot here! You aren't even properly dressed for the-"
"Now, now, that's offensive. This is my attire for the date itself," he boasted.
"You!" Eliza pointed at Gilbert. She then punched him. Gilbert felt his bottom hit the floor hard. "You haven't changed a bit, have you? Look at this, huh? This! The living room! G-Garbage! Are you even concerned about your brother? Oh, by the way, are you the younger one? It's because, he is way more reserved, and responsible, but look at you, doing nothing here-"
"You know nothing, should you know that not all about me despite us being childhood friends," a serious voice came out of the guy.
That applied more pain to Eliza, in which she was still trying to mend the one from Roderich.
Probably the pain was taking control of her emotions, and she wanted to let it all out. But instead of having the expected result, negative things only happened more.
The two remained silent looking away from each other, and made an awkward atmosphere.
Gilbert stood up, facing the girl's back.
"I am not messy, nor irresponsible. Well, maybe sometimes. You know what, you'll never get anywhere with that prejudicial attitude of yours. You're taking this too seriously, not as I have expected." His words broke the silence. Eliza was indeed exaggerating.
Eliza looked back at him only to see an annoying expression on his face.
"Younever let me finish," he added.
"H-Huh?" Eliza asked in confusion.
"You were the one to blame, you know that? The reason why this room suffered with this condition was because of that I waited for you, doing things, like eating, then fell asleep unknowingly. You were late, and that's why I only had a small amount of time left until my date starts. Idiot!"
"I thought you said earlier, 'comeif youwant'?" Eliza mocked.
Gilbert blushed in shock.
"B-B-But you still came! So technically, you wasted my time!" he attempted to stand for himself.
The annoying atmosphere started to resurface again.
"Well it's your fault for not calling earlier!" She debated.
"I remember calling you on 10:55. The meeting time is 12:00. And your house ain't that far," Gilbert deducted.
"Don't tell me… you got lost?" He bursted into laughter, right after stating those words, turning her face as red as a tomato.
"Are you trying to be independentor something? Kesesesesese!" He laughed.
As Eliza heard the word, a hurting image came instantly into her mind—Roderich. It had a double meaning- he said that word.
"You could have just asked the guard...!" He remained laughing- but he was cut off by a slap from the recipient of his words. Silence resurfaced leaving only the fading echoes of the slap itself.
"E-Eliza...?" He tended the pained part of his cheeks as he gazed at the lady.
"I-I'm so-sorry...!" She turned around wrapping her chest with her hands.
"You're acting really weird today..."
"B-By the way...!" Eliza tried to lighten up the mood and turned to face Gil again.
"Oh no, only five minutes left...! Hurry, move it!" Eliza commanded.
"No way, this is my attire; I just need you to encourage me, silly gal. Besides I'm too awesome already to—" he was cut when Eliza pinched his ear and dragged him like that until they got to his room.
She dropped him at his bed, leaving him tending his poor ear in pain. She then asks for the clothes to wear.
"So is she plain, formal-"
"She would love me the way I am," he instantly replied.
Trying to suppress a laugh, Eliza spoke in between giggles.
"I still am not in the believing side about you having a girl; it makes me explode trying to think of a possibility like that especially for a guy like you. You must have used a charm on her or-"
"Do you think that lowly of me?" He was dead serious.
"This attire is great! This is perfect!"
Gil looked at her direction.
"This looks familiar though..."
"That isn't mine. Darn that West, misplacing my clothes with..."
"... Roderich's..." he finished and the name made Eliza drop the clothes as she started to tightly cover her ears with both hands, tears beading on her eyes.
"Stop it, stop it!" She exclaimed, evidently distraught. How much of a torture can a single name bring?
Gilbert clasped both her hands and shook her into reality.
"O-Oi, snap out of it!"
And Eliza finally wokeup.
"I-I'm sorry," she apologized as she instantly wiped the beads of tears from her orbs.