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I is for Ice Cream

"Gilbeeeerrrrttt?"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?"

"You know you looooovvveeee meeeeee?"
The albino man frowned. In the past few weeks, that had meant he had to drive to some Korean deli the other side of Budapest to get the noodles she liked.
"Ja?"
"You know what I'd really like?" she added, as he moved away from his desk towards their lounge to see her lying on the couch, her slightly swollen belly protruding out of her shirt and her head hung off the end – facing his entering form.
"Korean noodles or Wurst with Custard?" he sighed smiling, listing her most current favourites. "This kid's gonna love Artie's food when it pops." He muttered. Eliza's eyes darkened. "Joking, Joking. What do you want?" he asked, sympathetically.
"Ice Cream."
"Ice Cream?"
"Ice Cream."

He blinked. Out of all the foods in the pregnancy, Ice Cream was the most normal and easily retrievable one. The second most normal was probably maple syrup, but by the time he'd gotten some from his friend Mathew, she'd already moved on to wanting some Swedish herring and marmalade.
"Have you checked the freezer?"
"Ja."
"Nothing's there?"
"It's a heat wave, Gil. You ate it all."
"So, you just want Ice Cream."
"Ja."

"Nothing else?"
"Nope"
"You sure?"
"Ja."
"Alright then…" he moved to grab his keys and then grab a hoodie. Most people would go out embracing the sunlight right now but, being an albino and all, he had to be extra careful not to burn. Seeing as a heat wave currently had its grip on the area, he had already applied spf 75 and was sliding his dark glasses up the bridge of his nose when his wife called back:
"Don't forget the sprinkles!"
Making his way outside, he sighed at how much pregnancy brain had changed the attitude of Eliza. She used to be really active and headstrong. Now she just lay about all day on the phone to Katyusha or Lili. He slid into the driving seat and made his way towards the store; It wasn't too long of a drive and by the time he pulled up into a parking space, he realized how hardly anybody was out. He adjusted his glasses before walking into the store.
A grumpy teen was sat behind the counter of the convenience store, reading that day's newspaper. Gilbert nodded to him and began to make his way towards the chillers at the back. Then he felt his heart stop. There was nothing, in the way of a frozen dairy delight, in sight.
"Hey, Where's the Ice Cream?"
"All gone." The teen replied.
"Whatd'ya mean? All gone?!"
"All gone." He lifted the top of the newspaper so Gilbert could read the headline:
Ice Cream Shortages Rip The Nation

"MEIN GOTT MEIN GOTT MEIN GOTT MEIN GOTT." He ran from the store, jumped in his car and started the ignition, driving to the next store. Five minutes later he ran cursing from that store and then another and another until he decided to formulate a plan….. for Ice Cream.
Gilbert decided not to go home and tell Eliza that there was no Ice Cream in town, because next time it would probably be Swedish Herring again, and he didn't want to have to drive four hours to Sweden or try and mooch some off Berwald. So instead, he decided he'd have to do the things he knows best to save himself the wrath of the stinky fish – Beg, Borrow and Steal.
Probably the latter, knowing him.

His first stop was Ludwig's house. His stern, OCD-suffering, Drill Sargent bruder.

"LUDWIGGGGGGG!" Gilbert bashed on the door. He heard a shuffling off feet inside, before he called again. "IMMMM BURRRRRRNNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" he lied, and the door flung open.
"Bruder, what are you doing?"
"I NEED ICE CREAM TO SOOOTHE MY BURRRNNNNSSS!" he ran past his brother, and through to the kitchen where Felicano sat, cooking pasta.
"Ve~ Gilbert! What a nice surprise!" he called, but the Albino man was already filling a bin liner with the tubs of ice cream he raided from the fridge.
"Hallo, Feli." He replied. He decided for the sake of the baby not to add what seemed to be pasta flavoured Ice Cream.

"Bruder, what are you-" Ludwig made his way to the room, frowning. However, before he could finish, the older of the two dashed past and ran through the door and back towards his air conditioned car, "Kesesesesesese"-ing the whole time.

"RODDDDEEEEERRRRIIIIIIICCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Gilbert bashed on the door again, this time the door was on a town house and was painted a shade of dark purply-blue.
"Go away Gilbert, Ludwig called me and warned me of your plot to steal Ice Cream."
"But its for Eliza…." He frowned. Nope, playing the pregnant woman card didn't work. He paused, before walking to his car and rummaging around. He had a piece of sheet music that had the title "London Bridge is Burning Down" on it. Gilbert had always kept it in here for any occasion. "I HAVE SHEET MUSIC AND A LIGHTER ARE YOU GOING TO SURRENDER THE TREATS OR NOT?"

Unbelievably, there was a muffled gasp from the other side, and the sounds of bolts unlocking. Roderich's head popped out, he grabbed the sheet music and two minutes later, Gilbert had another two tubs of Ice Cream in the bag.

He decided to play it cooler with Vash and Lili, seeing as Vash was still a gun freak. He knocked on the door civilly, and to his relief Lili answered.
"Oh, Hallo Gilbert."
"Hallo Lili-"
"Go away, we don't want to talk to you." Vash's voice cut from behind her. The younger man was standing behind his younger sister and had both his hands on Lili's shoulders. "C'mon, lets go back inside…." Knowing that Lili was Eliza's friend, he decided to play the card that failed with Roderich.
"Oh, I was only wondering if you could spare some Ice Cream. Eliza's feeling awfully hot and we're all out."
"Ludwig ran-" Vash began, but Lili turned and looked at her big brother. They stayed silent for a moment, before the older one disappeared and then returned, passing Gilbert a box of cheap Ice Cream. "Don't ask for any more."
"Danke, Vash. Danke, Lili." He nodded, before the door was slammed in his face.

He decided he wanted to fill the bag with as much as he could find, which included climbing through Mathias' window, ordering 20 servings at Yao's restaurant and telling Natalia he'd set her up with Ivan if she gave him some. In the end, he drove his now minus-five degree car back to their house and set all the tubs up on the living room table, as Eliza was napping on the sofa. He'd been gone for an hour.
"Wha-" she blinked as he woke her up. "How did you-"
"You asked, I delivered." He smirked. She grinned before sitting up and grabbing a pot of Ben and Jerry's Gilbert had got from Alfred. The American was all too happy to share his "culture" with him...

"Hey Gil?"
"Yeah?"
"I could use some Herring to wash this down."
The sound of a face palm echoed through the room.