Everything was finally going right for him.
"Gilbert." A voice said. Gilbert couldn't see who it was in the dark, but the voice seemed to come from behind him. He turned around slowly to see Roderich standing there below a street lamp.
"What do you want, Roderich?" Gilbert asked harshly. What was he doing all the way in Hungary this late?
"You haven't told her, have you? She doesn't know, does she?" Roderich asked with accusation in his voice.
"No, I haven't told her." Gilbert sighed.
"She needs to know."
"She'll find out soon enough."
"Tomorrow."
"That's soon."
"She'll be heartbroken!" Roderich was yelling now. "You can't not tell her something this huge! You've let her get close to you, and you know full well about what will happen tomorrow! If you'd be willing to hide something this huge, then you don't really love her!" Gilbert ran up to Roderich and slapped him hard across the face, knocking his glasses onto the sidewalk. Before Roderich could retrieve his glasses, Gilbert grabbed him by the collar.
"Don't you ever say that again, Roderich. I don't care about what's happening tomorrow, and I don't care about your opinion on the matter of telling Elizaveta about it or not, but she means everything to me, and I refuse to have you saying otherwise." Gilbert threw Roderich away from him. "Now get the hell away from me." Gilbert turned back around sharply and walked off, leaving Roderich on the sidewalk. The Austrian calmly picked up his glasses, stood up, and wiped them on his jacket. He placed them back on his upturned nose and stalked off to his own house.
When Gilbert got home, he stomped up the stairs to his porch and threw open the door, slamming it behind him and flicking on the hall light. He turned to Gilbird.
"You know what Gilbird?" he asked. "Fuck Roderich, fuck tomorrow, fuck everything!" he kicked off his shoes and grumbled all the way up the stairs into his bedroom. There wasn't anything that he could do; tomorrow was coming and that was that. Gilbert didn't even bother to change. She yanked off his socks and climbed under his Prussian blue blankets. He might as well greet tomorrow in something nice anyway.