A/N: Hey! I'm back with a new chapter. I hope all my readers like this story so far even though there are only two chapters so far. So as I said in the summary this is an AU and it is. I have the country names by their human names when they are first introduced so that you know who is who.
And forgive me if some of them are a bit OOC. I tried.
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A few nights later found Gilbert with his two best friends in a club. Gil would never admit it, but they were there so that he could get his mind off of Roderich. Antonio had come home from the café he owns to find Gilbert laying on the couch and strumming his guitar lightly. From what the Spanish man had seen his friend had cleaned the entire house three times!
Who knew Gilbert could clean!? Ludwig, Elizaveta, Roderich and Kiku would be very proud of him. Not a speck of dust or dirt to be found. When asked he simply said 'Ze awesome me couldn't handle having a house being that dirty for three days.' Even though it wasn't all that dirty, it had a few dishes that needed to be washed, an over turned bookshelf, the turtle tank had to be cleaned, and the floors needed to be swept, and mopped. Which wouldn't of taken that long, still Gilbert felt like it had been a total mess.
So that is how they found themselves, on the fourth night Gilbert had been staying with Antonio and Lovino, in a night club. The lights were flashing, the music was blaring, and just about everyone was bumping and grinding on the dance floor. Gilbert had a beer in his hand at the bar, while Antonio held Lovino in his lap, and Francis sipped on some fruity drink. Lovi was struggling against the stronger man, but finally calmed down once he realized he was not getting away.
After about an hour Lovino had gotten free so that he could begin dancing once a song came on he liked. Toni watched him before getting up and joining him. Gil watched them, his big lopsided grin on his face. Yet, there was a sharp pang in his heart that he ignored.
He would never admit he actually missed that stuck up, handsome stick up the ass Roderich. Wait did he really just think that that stick up the ass was handsome? He shakes his head lightly and smiles a bit as he sips his beer. This was his fourth beer of the night, and yet he was not drunk yet. He looks over to Francis only to see the Frenchman trying to flirt with some girl who slaps him.
This was turning out to be a very fun night. Slowly Gilbert stands up, his black boots making a soft clunk on the floor. He walks to the throngs of people dancing and begins to dance himself. He moves his body with the people, letting the music over take him. Suddenly he feels someone against him, moving with his body. They were so close, slowly he puts his hands on the person and holds them as he feels the other tense up then relax.
He couldn't correctly see the person as the lights were flashing sporadically. So he just closes his eyes and lets his hands guide him as they dance. He could tell it was a male that he was dancing with, and as soon as the song was over the man pulled away. When he opened his eyes all he say was a flash of pair of studded black boots, some tight dark wash jeans that hugged the mans bottom and hips just right. The upper half was already hidden by the crowd.
He tried to follow the person to find out their name and number. However the person was too fast even in this crowd and he lost him. Frowning lightly he heads back to the bar seeing Francis laughing at Antonio who was on the floor with Lovino on a bar stool. Lightly he raises an eyebrow looking to them, wondering what exactly he had missed.
Francis launched into the tale of what happened, and all Gilbert could get out of it, was something about the two dancing, then seeing Gilbert dancing with that guy and Toni trying to get Lovi to dance that way. Gilbert stares a moment as Francis takes a deep breath to continue. "And then Lovino punched Toni in the gut to make him stop trying to grind against him. You missed it all, and you looked really good dancing with that guy out there…Did you get a name? Or a number?"
Gilbert blinks a moment trying to process everything, "No…He left before I could say anything to him. I don't even know what he looks like with the way the lights were going and so I just closed my eyes enjoying the feeling. He was a really good dancer…Did any of.." He stops himself from finishing the question when he notices the looks on their face. They hadn't seen the man's face either.
Lightly he frowns, feeling like he had felt the soft skin he had managed to feel while dancing with the man. The smell of the man's hair still in his nose, he felt like he had smelled it before but shakes his head getting rid of his thoughts.
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By the time they had gotten home each one of the men were drunk and stumbling. It was not something that was uncommon for them. Francis had gone home, and Gilbert nearly stumbled back to the house he shared with Ludwig in his drunken stupor but was stopped by Toni who led him back to where he was staying. He wanted to drink a little more so he could forget, but he couldn't.
He falls face down on the spare bed he was able to use with a gentle groan. Slowly he closes his eyes thinking back to the club and the man he had danced wit. It was a wonderful thing to think about as he slowly drifted to sleep. A smile on his lips as the face man he danced with, now had a face in his minds' eye.
Someone he would never admit he was dreaming of, but he knew his heart ached for. He slept peacefully that night, dreaming of that person and dancing with that person. Soft deep purple eyes staring into his red ones, as they danced. If anyone found out about it, and asked him, he would blame it on the drinking. Though he knew that was not he case.
He wanted to go and be with that person. However, he knew that person would never want him…He could dream though. And dream he did, that is until the sun came up to ruin all his fun.
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The next morning he lay in bed, well past noon not wanting to get up and ruin the image he had in his head. The dream he had was still playing in his mind, even though he was no longer drunk. It made his lips turn up in a small smile as he thought on it. And if someone were to ask him, he would just tell them he was thinking of some random thing right now.
Then he began to think, maybe if he returned to the club he would see that man again. Maybe that man was who he thought he was. Though he knew that the man he wanted would never be caught in a place like that. EVER! He could dream about it. And so he refused to move wanting to live in his little dream world. Groaning he sits up hearing a pounding on the door and yelling of Potato Bastard get up!
He knew he no longer had time to just laze about and think back to last night and his dreams. Though he so badly wanted too. He gets up and slips on his pants then a shirt and opens the door. Lovino was not there, and he was grateful. His head hurt a little, and didn't want the Italian man yelling at him and making it worse. He gives a sigh then puts on his large goofy grin while walking down the hallway to the dining area in the kitchen.
He saw Antonio talking to Francis as they were cooking lunch, Lovino was feeding the turtles looking a bit peeved about it. It made Gilbert smile at it all, as it reminded him of a happy family. Yet, at the same time, it caused his heart to ache more though he ignored it. Moving he announces rather loudly that the awesome him was there and ready to make their day awesome!
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A/N: Yay for a longer chapter? I hope that my readers enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter will be about Roderich. I'm going to give a bit of detail about how he has taken to being alone with out Gilbert around. I didn't do that with Gilbert with this chapter because he usually not alone, and has his two friends with him. However I am sure you could see just how much he misses Roderich. Please review and tell me what you think…Should I continue this?