A/N: So many views….and two reviews! Yay! And I'm grateful for the two follows I got…It gives me a tiny bit of hope that my story is worthy of the fandom!
Anyway, this chapter will focus on Gilbert after the fight. Next chapter I might have them meet again only…in a slightly different way. Maybe Roderich gets into something he can't handle and Gilbert comes to rescue him? I have so many ideas for the chapters, I just don't know what to put! Anyway, I truly hope that you like this chapter! Please review!
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Gilbert stayed rooted to the spot where he was standing. Not caring about the looks he was getting or that he was in people's way. All he could do was stare at the direction the angel of his dreams had gone. When Roderich had slammed past him, he had caused Gilbert to face the direction he was going. He stood there for what felt like hours, though in reality it was about ten or twenty minutes…Maybe thirty give or take a minute.
That's how Antonio and Lovino found him. And even Lovi began to worry when his yelling and cursing didn't even get a word from Gilbert about how Lovi was just jealous of his awesomeness, and how if Lovi spent more time with him his awesomeness would rub off. All Gilbert did was stare into space even after they had gotten him back to their home. Toni had Lovi stay with Gil until he could contact Francis for help.
During the time it took Toni to call Francis for help, Gil spoke. It was soft, and shocked but Lovi heard it crystal clear. "H…He…He kissed me…He kissed me…..And I made him cry." Suddenly Gilbert buried his face into his hands and began to just sob. Lovino was shocked beyond words at this point and didn't know what to do. He had never been very good at comforting people, especially when they were crying. And he had no clue who this he was or who Gilbert was talking about!
Swallowing hard, he gently pat Gilbert's back, then became brave and hugged him lightly just as he would if it were Feli in front of him like this. He felt Gilbert stiffen then slowly place his arms around his shoulders and cry into his chest. Lovino scowled, but didn't shove the other man off him like he normally would of done under normal circumstances. This was certainly not part of normal circumstances. He felt himself slowly begin to rub soft soothing circles into his back.
Under normal circumstances Lovino wouldn't of cared, and would of possibly even insulted the Prussian man. But right now as he allowed the man to hug him, felt his body shake with the silent sobs that wracked him, and felt his hot tears staining his shirt, he just couldn't do it. He may have been cold, but he was not heartless. And seeing this man, who was so boastful, and full of himself cry…This man before him look so broken. It was unbearable and broke a small piece of his heart.
When Toni finally came in and saw the sight before him, he would melted at how kind his Lovi was being had it be that kind of moment. Right now he rushed over and hugged them both. He could hear Lovi mumble softly in Italian. He wasn't very sure if it was threats or comforting words by the look on his face. Right now he would settle for it was a mix of both. Antonio had only left them go, to let Francis in. By this time Gilbert had effectively cried himself to sleep.
Lovi moved himself from the man making sure he was comfortable on the couch as he couldn't carry the heavy man to the spare bedroom. He glared hard at Francis when he walked in the roughly brushed past him and Antonio to the kitchen. Francis slowly walked to the couch and knelt down, he could see the tear tracks on Gilbert's cheeks and how red Gilbert's nose was. He didn't say a word as he reached out and began to stroke the soft spiky locks of his friend.
But after a few moments, he pulls away and stands not looking too happy. He looked to Toni hoping he would know something, but alas the Spaniard only shrugged to show he didn't know a thing. Lovino came back placing a glass of water and some pain pills on the coffee table. He knew, from his own crying that Gil would awaken with a splitting headache. He didn't say a word as he turned and went back into the kitchen to work on supper. It was obvious that he did not want to talk. He was upset. And that should anyone say a single word to him, he would blow.
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A few hours later, with a soft groan Gilbert awakens. Slowly sitting up he holds his head. After a few moments of just sitting there, hand on his forehead, he opens it eyes to see the pills and water. Giving a gentle smile he takes them, and blinks. It took him a minute to realize where he was as he listened to the voices in the dining/kitchen area. Lightly he frowns getting up. Had he slept through supper?
He got his answer standing in the doorway he could see a covered plate which he figured was for him. Lovino was in Antonio's lap looking upset. Francis was speaking to Antonio, "But…Who kissed him….Who did he make cry…That doesn't sound like our Gilbert…He would never make anyone cry!"
They all jump at the sound of the Prussian's voice, "Roderich….He kissed me…I ran into him while wandering around as I waited on Toni and Lovino to get done shopping…We began to talk but it escalated into a horrific fight…No fists were used just words…I said a few things and I could see his eyes fill with tears. Then...he told me that he would show me just how much I would miss him and kissed me…After a few moments he pulled away then slammed past me! I swear to you that I saw a few tears roll down his cheek as he went by me…I-I'm a horrible person…"
As he had spoken he had made his way to the table, and now was flopping down into his chair. He clenched his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip hard. He suddenly felt someone rubbing his back and opened his eyes to see Francis doing it.
He was about to say more when to his surprise Lovino spoke up. "You are not a horrible person, Gilbert. Annoying, and full of yourself…boastful….But you are not a horrible person…You have a good heart…I think you both just did and said things you shouldn't of, and you can make this right…How I don't know but you can."
The other three men look at him in shock, he then gets up picking up the plate he removes the cover and pops it into the microwave. Quickly heating it up, once that was done he hands it back to Gilbert. "Eat…I didn't cook all that food to let it waste…"
Slowly he sits himself back into Toni's lap a slight blush dusting his cheeks as he was a bit embarrassed being nice to him.
Gilbert knew it wouldn't last long, but he was very grateful that Romano at least saw him as a friend. He took his time eating as the others talked softly.
Everyone jumped when Antonio slammed his hands on the table nearly knocking the beer that Gilbert was drinking with his food over. Luckily Gil caught it in time. They had never seen Toni look this angry, at least not since a few incidents that happened years ago.
Everyone looked to him wondering what was going on through his head. Finally after what felt like a long time he spoke, "Gil your not a horrible person. And I know Roderich did not mean all those horrible things he said, just as you did not mean the things you said. You two have been friends for longer then you have been friends with us. That is saying something, because not many can handle you. It sounds to me, my friend, that Roderich…possibly….loves you."
Nothing was said after that, as Gilbert slowly stood moving to put his things in the sink. From the look on his face, he had a lot to think about. He was in no way homophobic, he supported gay rights. He even fought for the right to let gays marry.
It made him happy to see his brother, with Feliciano, and Antonio with Lovino. He knew Ludwig really wanted to pop the question to Feliciano. But at the moment that seemed like a far off dream.
Gilbert slowly made his way to the room he was using then punched a wall. Pulling around his bloodied hand, he saw the huge hole he had left. He heard running and knew he had caused the others to worry. When they got in, first they yelled about the wall, then his hand.
They had to pick plaster, and a bit of wood from his knuckles. Then they had to bandage his hand. After they were done they had him lay down and try to sleep again.
They were worried. And didn't know what to do for him. When they left, Lovino stayed a moment outside the door, to make sure he didn't need anyone. Toni had gone to the kitchen to get some water, and painkillers for Gilbert. Francis said he had to get home to feed his cat, and water his roses.
Lovino felt his hand clench in a fist, but he walked away. He had heard Gilbert began to cry again, and mumble how un-awesome he had bee, and how he was horrible. How he didn't deserve to be Roderich's friend…How he deserved the wrath of Elizaveta. It upset the Southern Italian man. After a few moments of walking to the living room, Lovino picked up the phone and began to dial.
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((A/N: Now I could be mean and stop here. But I wont. Please remember the phone call Lovino is making. It will pop up again in the future. I'm not giving away whom he called or why just yet. You will know soon. ))
Gilbert spent a good two hours berating himself, then laid himself on the bed. His eyes were even more puffy and red from all the crying he did. Slowly he reached his hand to the bedside table, and grabbed his ipod. He smiles as he slips the earbuds into his ears and put it on one of the files he had saved to it. He placed it on random him and sighed gently hearing the beautiful piano music fill his ears.
The file was of every song Roderich had played, that he had recorded with out the other knowing. Slowly he shifted to his side, eyes closing as he felt himself drift once more into sleep. The music lulling him to dream of the angel with deep purple eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he could make things right with him once more.
Hopefully before Elizaveta killed him with that damn frying pan of hers! That damn thing, fucking hurts! And if you laugh, you try taking a hit to the stomach, back of the head, top of the head, face, or groin with a damn cast iron frying pan! Then laugh about it! That shit fucking hurts, I do not care who you are, or if you have a high pain tolerance!
Lightly he laughs at those thoughts, just before he allowed his world to go black, with only the music to fill it. If anyone were to come check on the albino, and they did, they would see him clutching his ipod to him a soft smile on his lips. He looked so serene, so loving, and little Gilbird was happily laying on a small nest of a blanket on the bedside table. Sleeping.
It was cute sight, but it would have been better if Roderich had been there too. At least that's what about two of the people who came to check on him thought. The third didn't really know what to think, except that the full of him bastard actually looked like he was finally sleeping well. Before he had done nothing but toss and turn, lightly crying out now and then.
And that hurt to watch.
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A/N: Okay everyone! I know a bit of OOC here and there…I'm sorry but it makes the story interesting, Da? This chapter was not easy for me to write. I had so many ideas, but I could not put them into words. So this is what you got! I tried to focus mainly on Gilbert, though as you can see, I did focus on a maybe one or two other's for a few moments to try and get their feelings across. I really hope that you liked it!
I am not fully sure what I will do for next chapter, so please if I am a bit slow in updating, it is only because I am unsure of how to do the next chapter but I promise I will put a new one up ASAP! Ja ne!