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So thank you, and please enjoy. :)

Elizaveta yawned as she slowly walked down the stairs. It was still very early, but she usually awoken about that time everyday for no reason at all. Unlike Gilbert, she always went to bed at a steady time so that she wouldn't upset her schedule. As she walked into the kitchen, she wasn't surprised to see a couple empty beer bottles lying on the table. No matter how many times she had told him, Gilbert never listened when she said not to leave bottles on the table, empty or not. She sighed impatiently and tossed them in the recycle bag, it'd be best to deal with it instead of getting angry first thing in the morning.

Her stomach began to growl, so she opened the refrigerator to see what she'd make for breakfast. She grabbed a loaf of bread, butter, tater tots, some breakfast sausages, and - Wait, where the hell are the eggs? She definitely couldn't have breakfast without eggs. After thinking for a second, she remembered that she had told Gilbert to go and buy eggs the day before! What the fuck is wrong with him, forgetting to buy the most important ingredient to her delicious breakfast? No, better not get angry just yet. Being angry in the morning meant the rest of the day would be garbage.

Once again, an impatient sigh escaped her lips as she threw some of the ingredients to her imperfect breakfast into different skillets to cook. She steadily planned out her day and what she would wear. Maybe something preppy would be good. Then she'd change into something more casual when night fell. Of course, she really needed to wash her hair and perhaps she'd curl it afterwards. She hadn't worn curls in awhile, and Roderich once said that they suited her. Who knows, maybe they actually did suit her, so she figured she would try it again sometime.

When she had finished making her incomplete breakfast of slight disappointment, she placed it on the table and sat down to devour it. She wasn't the best cook, but she considered herself to be above average. She was much, much better than that British jerk, Arthur. The last time she ate his food, well, let's just say she would have rather had food poisoning. The breakfast was still satisfying, even though her precious scrambled eggs didn't make it to the party on her plate.

A loud yawn and the lazy dragging of feet interrupted her meal. Gilbert resurfaced from the dark basement in which he obviously fell asleep in. That messy room might as well had been his new bedroom, since he slept there almost every night, and he spent more than half of his time in there. He said it was to concentrate, but what could he possibly concentrate on besides dueling people on that silly game of his? Well, gaming was actually his job since he developed them, but it seemed like he spent more time playing than creating.

It was obviously the smell of food that had awoken him, since he usually didn't wake up until almost noon. After drowsily waving good morning to Elizaveta, he slowly walked into the kitchen while scratching his belly. Gilbert looked around for awhile with his tired eyes before returning into the dining room. He watched for a few seconds as Elizaveta continued to eat her breakfast, then he frowned.

"I want some of that stuff, too," he said.

"I only made some for myself, there's more in the fridge."

"Aw, what? You didn't at least make a little for me?" Gilbert pouted and slouched down into the chair across from her.

"I don't have to. You have two arms and two hands, you can make your own breakfast when you're hungry." She rolled her eyes and went back to enjoying the leftover bits on her plate.

"But, you usually make enough for the two of us."

"That was before I realized we had no eggs, which you were supposed to get yesterday." Her voice began to sound more and more ticked off with each word that left her mouth.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. You told me to go buy eggs, then you said never mind because you'd do it yourself, in case I would forget to actually get them once I entered the store."

Eliaveta thought for a second, and then felt like slapping herself in the face. The only part she had remembered was telling him to get the eggs, but she forgot when she had changed her mind. She was going to get them herself, but she had received a very important phone call and decided to tend to that matter first. When she was done, she'd completely forgotten about her visit to the grocery store. And this whole time she had been blaming Gilbert for screwing with her perfect breakfast. Oh well, her mistake.

"Did you forget? How careless of you, Ms. Perfection," Gilbert teased, waiting for that embarrassed expression on her face.

"Shut up, it was a simple mistake. Hold on, I'll make you something right now."

"Nah, you don't have to. I wouldn't want you poisoning it in your anger," Gilbert snickered.

"Suit yourself." Elizaveta frowned and sat back down. "By the way, you left bottles out again."

Gilbert looked around for the empty beer bottles and shrugged. "I did?"

"I threw them in the bag already. Seriously, how many times have I told you not to do that?"

Gilbert sarcastically put a hand to his chin and pretended to be in deep thought.

"Hm… once or twice? Maybe over 9000 times?" he said.

Elizaveta seriously wanted to slap the shit out of him. But, she had told herself long ago that her violent days were over. She was a sophisticated and mature woman now, and violence didn't solve anything. If she felt like it, she could easily kick his ass right now, like she had so many times when they were children. But, she had been tolerating his sarcasm and careless behavior for years now, so it didn't make a difference.

"So if you know, then you shouldn't do it, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just forgot is all." Gilbert yawned again and stood up, walking back into the kitchen.

She irritably watched as Gilbert went into the refrigerator and pulled out random items. He mixed them all together into some sort of gross sandwich and ate it like a starving beast. It was pretty sick, and he was beginning to make a mess on the floor. She always told him to at least use a plate if he was going to stand up and eat in the kitchen, but that was one of the things that went through his ear and out the other.

When he was finished with everything, Gilbert quickly wiped up the mess he had made and retreated into the living room. He hopped onto the couch and began to browse through the morning channels. Morning shows always sucked, and the only thing people watched in the morning were the local news channels. As if he wanted to hear about someone getting murdered, raped, kidnapped or a loose criminal that could possibly in his neighborhood. After that, the stupid and completely unattractive news anchors would talk about something really random like why you shouldn't eat too much of a certain kind of food, or about some little girl that found her lost dog in a gutter. Gilbert could have sworn that the news channel was bipolar.

After flipping through the channels and failing to find anything interesting, he settled for a random show that was showing clowns eating something very gross and indescribable. It was still pretty early in the morning, much earlier than his usual awakening time, so he decided to rest his eyes for awhile. He let his heavy eyelids drop, and he was about to fall into another deep sleep when his name was suddenly called.

"Gilbert, what do you plan to do today?" Elizaveta asked, walking into the living room.

Gilbert groaned from being awaken from his very light nap. It was getting good, and now he was uncomfortable again. Why did she have to wake him up every time he was about to get his beauty sleep? Not that he needed it, because he looked awesome no matter how much sleep he got. Still, he had been awake until almost five o'clock that morning, which meant he'd only gotten a little more than three hours of rest.

"I don't know… is there something I'm supposed to do?" he asked, expecting her to remind him of something else he had forgotten. It's not his fault she always wanted to do boring things! If they were awesome, he might have remembered.

"No, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the town square. Supposedly, a lot of fun things will be hosted there the next few days."

That sounded like a lot of fun! No, not really. He'd rather stay home and do something awesome, not walk around some stupid square with loads of people. The last time they went, it was dreadfully boring because no one was getting hurt or anything like that. It was like going to the fair without the rides or games. You could eat delicious food, buy cool things, and sometimes there was some unknown band playing there, but that was all. It was pretty much a place for shopping, which anyone could just do at the mall. But, he decided maybe he should go, because his awesome presence would spice things up a bit.

"Well, maybe-" Ah, but then he remembered something very important!

"Actually, I was planning to hang out with Lovi today. He's got nothing to do, so we were going to hang around town."

"You'd rather mess around town instead of going to the square with me?" Elizaveta said, though she actually didn't care what he did.

"I didn't say that, nor was I implying it." Gilbert quickly answered to avoid any arguments this morning.

"You should ask him if he wants to come, too. Tell me what he says when I get back, I'm going to shower and get ready." Elizaveta exited the living room and returned back up the stairs and to the bedroom.

That was actually a good idea. He could invite Lovino and then things would definitely not end up boring. But, wait a second, he didn't even agree to go yet! Damn her for tricking him into this shit again. He couldn't refuse now, because then she'd probably have a fit. Gilbert groaned and rolled on the couch like a child having a mini tantrum. He hoped like hell that Lovino would agree, or else he'd be stuck.

Lovino sat at his table drinking coffee, and feeling very depressed. Stupid Feliciano for leaving him behind. And stupid college for having stupid retreats and doing stupid things. Sometimes he wished that he went to his brother's university, then he would be able to do fun things and go to cool places, too. But no, he was sitting at home on a beautiful Sunday morning, alone. It wasn't Feliciano's fault, but he figured it was so that he'd have an excuse for being such a loner. It made him feel a little better knowing that Feliciano would be just as bored as he was now, once his brother graduated.

"Maybe I'll get one of those bastards to entertain me."

Lovino got up from his chair and retrieved the phone. He dialed the first number he could think of and waited for an answer. It rang many times before going to the voicemail. That damn Antonio must've still been at the field, tending to his tomatoes. It was still early in the morning so that should've been expected. Whatever, he could just call a different number, then.

"Hello?" Francis answered, he sounded exhausted.

"Finally you answered the damn phone, bastard."

"Well, good morning to you, too. How may I be of service?"

"I don't want any service you offer. I was just wondering what you were doing."

Francis didn't say anything for a short moment after that, so Lovino began to assume he had hung up.

"Really?" he finally said.

"Yes really, why do you ask?"

"Well, you never call me just to see what I'm doing. What's with the sudden change of interest?" Francis asked.

There was no way Lovino would tell him that he was lonely and bored to death, that'd make him sound so pitiful.

"So what! Maybe I just felt like doing something different for once. If you don't want to chat then hang up, stupid ass." Lovino didn't mean to say all of that in the way that he did, it just sort of slipped out. Deep inside, he sort of wished that Francis wouldn't hang up, leaving him alone again.

"I never said I didn't want to chat. But, since you're practically begging, I suppose we can chat for a bit, my love."

Lovino could tell that Francis was probably grinning like a perverted idiot right about now. He wanted to scream into the phone to make the bastard go deaf, but he was interrupted before he could even reply.

"Francis, come back to bed already," a faint voice in the background said. Lovino could tell it belonged to a woman, probably even a sexy woman.

"Sit tight, my delicate, naughty little angel. I'll be there in a sec," Francis answered away from the phone, but Lovino could hear all of it anyway. "My apologies, Lovi. I have more business to take care of."

Before he could even answer, Francis hung up. Damn that bastard for getting laid, and damn him for waking up next to some sexy sounding woman on a beautiful Sunday morning while Lovino was alone! He was so jealous right now, he almost slammed the phone down onto the floor. Suddenly, it rang. He didn't check the ID before answering it, though.

"Yeah, what is it?" he answered. Usually he was more formal when answering the phone, but right now he was pissed.

"Thank goodness, Lovi. I was hoping that you were awake! I see my awesome intuition worked."

Lovino's heart fluttered and a smile automatically sneaked onto his face. "Gilbert!" he quickly answered. His face flushed from embarrassment when he realized that his voice sounded too excited. It was as if he was a child who had been waiting a long while for a call from Santa.

"Hey," Gilbert chuckled at Lovino's tone of voice. However, he was actually happy to speak with him, too.

"So, uh… what did you want?"

"Right. You know how we were supposed to go out sometime today?"

"Yeah, I do. What, do you not want to go out with me anymore? I mean, I don't care if you do or not! I've got better things to do, anyway." Lovino tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt. He was so afraid of Gilbert canceling their little outing that he held his breath while he waited for an answer.

"No, no! I do want to go out with you today. I've just got myself stuck in a stupid situation, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to the town square with Liz and I."

Well, that wasn't as disappointing as he expected it to be. He didn't want to be a third wheel and be forced to watch the stupid couple make out and crap like that. He also didn't want to feel awkward, jealous, or hurt since he'd be with the person he really liked and that person's girlfriend. Lovino decided to just take a chance, instead of sitting alone at home for the rest of the day while thinking about all of the fun that Gilbert and Elizaveta would be having together.

"What are we going to do there? I'm not going to some shitty place where we just look at things and walk around." Lovino said.

"You know, we do the… usual?" Gilbert had no idea how to answer that one. What Lovino had described is exactly what everyone did when they went to that time wasting place.

"I'll only go because I have nothing better to do. This had better be fun."

"Great, we'll meet you at the entrance around noon. Bye!"

"Wait! What should I wear?" Lovino quickly asked.

"Um… whatever you want? Just something comfortable, I guess. You look damn good no matter what you wear," Gilbert teased, he wished he could have seen Lovino's embarrassed face at that moment.

"B-Bastard! Saying such things… I'll be there at noon, so you better not be late or I'll kick your ass!" Lovino quickly slammed the phone back onto the charger and stood there for a few seconds, his heart racing faster than he realized.

"I'll just dress as casually as possible." Lovino darted up the stairs and got ready for his 'date'.

After yelling at Gilbert to get dressed because he was taking too long, Elizaveta was glad when they were finally able to hop into the car and safely drive to the town square. There weren't too many people there, but she didn't mind large crowds anyway. She could already smell the delicious food being cooked, and couldn't decide if she should go for barbeque or something like a shrimp rice bowl. To hell with it, maybe she'd try everything! She was very fit already and liked to exercise, so she didn't really need to watch her figure.

"Looks like we arrived at the same time, so I don't have to kick your ass," Lovino said, as he approached them.

"Daaaamn, Lovi! What are you, a movie star?" Gilbert gazed at the stylish outfit that Lovino was wearing. It was still casual, but it looked like an outfit out of a movie or something that a popstar would wear on a music video.

"Rockin' those shades, Lovi!" Elizaveta giggled.

"Thanks, I guess." Lovino blushed and followed behind as they entered the large area.

Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as Gilbert thought it would be. Elizaveta watched as he excitedly pointed at odd things and joked about pretty much everything they passed by. Lovino seemed to be having a good time, too, although she could tell he was trying hard not to show it. He was seriously just too cute! She wished she could have had him as a younger brother.

"I have to buy this!" Gilbert exclaimed. He picked up a very shiny king's crown from one of the shopping stalls they were looking at, and placed it on his head.

"Put that back, it's useless," Elizaveta said, frowning when Gilbert actually began asking the salesperson about it.

"If you're going to waste money on stupid shit, then at least make sure it's stupid shit that matters," Lovino said. That didn't really make sense, but Elizaveta nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you two stop being old sticks in the mud? Here, I've got something that suits both of you!"

Gilbert picked up another crown and placed it on Elizaveta's head. He then picked up a very pretty tiara and put it on Lovino's. After examining them, he gave a thumbs up and began to laugh at how ridiculous they looked.

"Idiot, you gave her the crown and me the tiara!" Lovino yelled, about to toss the tiara to the side, but he remembered if something happened to it that he'd have to buy it, so he gently placed it back where Gilbert had found it.

"But, you're more like a princess. She's more like a prince with a pretty face," Gilbert said, as he continued to laugh.

"Well haha. I don't find that funny at all." Elizaveta set the crown back down. For some reason, she actually sort of took that as a compliment. She'd always wanted to be a brave prince when she was a very young child, until she found out the differences physical between males and females. It came a little as a shock when she learned that she was indeed a female.

"You two never get my jokes. Ah well, let's get something to eat!"

Gilbert led the way by his nose, going to the best smelling food stand he could find. Each of them found something they liked, so they decided to eat there.

"Order for me? I need to find the bathroom," Gilbert said, and walked off.

"Well, alright…" Elizaveta looked up at the menu but didn't really know what Gilbert wanted since he hadn't said anything about it. She picked out something with sausages and a side of fries and figured he'd like it, or he'd eat grass, his choice.

"Wait, Gilbert doesn't like onions. He'll eat them, but he really doesn't prefer them," Lovino said.

"Ah, right. No onions," Elizaveta told the cashier. She hadn't really thought of that, since Gilbert never complained when she made the food or brought some home. Maybe he was being polite or he was afraid she'd smash his face in for being picky, who knows.

Their food was finished very quickly, so Lovino picked out an empty table to sit at. He was starved, so he quickly began to devour his food, not even noticing that Elizaveta was staring at him the entire time.

"You two are really close, huh?" she suddenly asked.

Lovino almost spit out the drink he had in his mouth. "Uh, what do you mean?"

"I mean, I know you've been friends with Antonio and Francis for a long time, but also Gilbert. It's just, I imagined since you have low tolerance for foolishness, that you would've gone insane by now from Gilbert and his ways," she chuckled. "Even I can hardly handle him sometimes. Well, most of the time, actually. I wonder how you do it." She sighed and took a long sip from her tea.

Lovino wondered what that reason was, too. Maybe it was because he had been friends with Gilbert for such a long time, that he'd become completely used to his shenanigans. It also might have been because he had such strong feelings for Gilbert, and so he put up with every crazy thing that guy did. But, he couldn't tell her that, definitely not.

"Well, you've known him longer than I have," he said.

"Yeah, but we only became friends in high school. Before that, he was just an annoying childhood rival of mine," she laughed, and remembered all of the fun times she beat Gilbert up. She really missed those days, when Gilbert would follow her around and tease her, doing whatever he could to provoke her. Now, it seemed like he had gotten completely bored with that method of getting her attention, and instead she was the one that tried to get him to listen to her.

"Even though Gilbert can be annoying sometimes and he always says weird things, I know he doesn't mean any harm by it. He's a real dumb ass, but then again, he just thinks in different ways than other people. And so, I try my best to understand him, because he's so fun to be around and he understands me, too," Lovino said.

He tried to think of something else to add onto how he saw Gilbert, but there were far too many ways to describe him and he was already blushing as he couldn't believe he had just said something so embarrassing. What Lovino had said began to make sense to Elizaveta, when she thought about it. She noticed that Lovino hardly seemed hostile whenever Gilbert was around, especially when he was giving Lovino a lot of attention. He still wore that adorable pout on his face, but every once in awhile he couldn't help but smile.

"Sir Awesome is back! Can you believe the fucking bathrooms were half way across the square?" Gilbert said, when he magically reappeared and sat down at the table.

"Here, eat up before it gets cold. And be thankful to Lovi, he told me you didn't like onions so there aren't any on there," Elizaveta said, handing the covered plate to Gilbert.

"I don't dislike them, I just… yeah, I fucking hate them. Thanks, Lovi!" Gilbert laughed obnoxiously and began to devour his tasty food.

"Sure, whatever." Lovino stared down at his nearly empty plate of food to hide his blushing face.

When they had finished eating, they chatted for a short while before joining the small crowd that had gathered nearby. Suddenly, a group of people appeared on the small stage and began to set up their instruments. It seemed they were going to give everyone a little performance, and Gilbert leaped with joy even though earlier that morning he'd cursed the amateur bands this place always hired. Another plus was that their music was actually pretty good. It wasn't as awesome and hardcore as the things Gilbert usually listened to, but it was catchy.

"Dance with me!" Gilbert said, tugging at Elizaveta's arm.

"No way, that's embarrassing! I don't even know how to dance to songs like these," she said, shaking her head.

"Aw, c'mon!" Gilbert pleaded, but she continued to refuse. So, he forcefully grabbed Lovino instead.

"Wait, I don't want to dance either, bastard!" Lovino cursed his luck as Gilbert pulled him closer to the stage.

Elizaveta watched, very amused at the show before her. The music was alright, not really her taste but it was hilarious watching Gilbert twirl Lovino around and force him to do weird moves. At least Lovino looked like he was having fun, despite how he kept cursing at Gilbert from dragging him into this. This moment was seriously just too cute! Too bad she didn't have her camera with her to capture it. The one on her phone would have to do, so she quickly grabbed it from her pocket and snapped many pictures. She had to admit, those two were just so good together.

The next day, Gilbert went out for drinks at a reunion with a couple of his old college buddies. Elizaveta once again had nothing of importance to do that day, so she decided to visit Roderich. Talking to him always made her feel great beyond belief, so she put on one of her classy black dresses and this time curled her hair. Of course she wasn't going to look raggedy when visiting a mansion owned by someone of Roderich's status, even if he was her best friend.

She double checked her make-up and hair when she pulled up to the front gates. She figured a little more lipstick and mascara would suffice. When she finished, she hopped out of the car and elegantly walked along the beautiful stone path and up to the front door. The kind butler she knew so well greeted her and led the way to Roderich's gorgeous sitting room. He smiled brightly when he glanced upon her.

"Lovely as usual, Eliza. I see you're wearing curls again, too." Roderich quickly arose from his seat and greeted her with kisses to the cheeks.

"Thank you. And well, you did say I looked great with curls," she blushed, resisting the urge to retrieve the mirror from her purse to make sure her hair was still perfect.

"Indeed, but you look dazzling with any hairstyle you choose. Shall we have tea?"

Elizaveta shyly nodded as he led her into the tea room. She was always amazed by everything in his vast mansion, and she hoped that one day she would also have separate rooms in her own mansion for the different things to do in each of them.

The tea that was served was always delicious. For some reason, he always served a different kind each visit she paid him, and each time it was twice as delicious. Even the little sweet snacks were amazing, she didn't really care for cookies but the ones the butler continued to bring them made her mouth water. She always had to try her best not to gobble them down so fast, so she wouldn't seem like a glutton.

"How are things? Did the big meeting go well?" Roderich asked, as they enjoyed their small snacks.

"Oh, yes, it went very well. Wait, how did you know about it?"

"You told me about it quite a while ago, and you were very nervous about it. I'm glad it went well," he smiled.

"Thank you… I just didn't expect you to remember about it." The fact that he actually remembered something that didn't even have anything to do with him made her feel very happy, but also another feeling that she couldn't explain.

"Well, why not?"

"No reason. Say, do you think you could do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything you need."

"May I listen to you play the piano? I always enjoy hearing you play," she smiled brightly and hoped for a yes.

Roderich smiled and stood from his seat. He led her by the arm like a gentleman into the big piano room and sat on the stool, patting the spot next to him for her to sit down. She did as she was motioned to and excitedly watched as he placed his fingers along the perfectly clean keyboard.

"Which piece would you like me to play?" he asked.

"Anything, perhaps one of your favorites, it doesn't matter to me," she quickly answered. She just wanted to hear him play.

Roderich nodded and began playing a piece by Chopin. Elizaveta closed her eyes and closely listened to each note. Whenever he played the piano, she felt as if she was going into a trance, everything was so calm and peaceful. She adored his talents and pretty much everything about him. Listening to him even made her want to learn to play!

"What's wrong?" she asked, when he suddenly stopped playing.

"Perhaps we shall have just a bit more fun."

Once again, he arose from the seat and casually walked towards the small fancy table near the wall. He turned on the CD player which rested on top of the table, and pressed the buttons on it until it came to the song that he was just playing. It sounded exactly the same, since it was a recording of his own. He smiled and walked back over to Elizaveta, gently pulling her up from the seat. He whirled her around into his arms and they began to dance.

"I'm not so sure about this, I've forgotten how to dance!" she said, trying her hardest not to step on his feet.

"It's alright, you're doing magnificently."

They continued to dance and idly chat for a while. He continued to praise her, and she continued to blush. This was the most fun she'd had in weeks, probably even months. Well, the trip to the waterpark a couple weeks before was very fun, but now she was in complete bliss. All they were doing was dancing, but it felt like much more. Perhaps, maybe a little too much. She felt weak in the knees when she looked into his eyes, so she eventually had to pull herself away.

"Are you tired?" he asked, when Elizaveta suddenly stopped dancing and took a step back.

"Actually, yes. I also have something to do at home, so if you'll excuse me… thank you for the wonderful time," she quickly smiled and exited the room as fast as she could without seeming suspicious.

When she got into the car, she had to repeatedly inhale and exhale to stop her chest from exploding. It felt like many strange things were going on in her body, and she wasn't sure if she liked them or not. Either way, she had to stop this absurd feeling so she quickly drove from the lot. Once she was back in her own environment, maybe she would be able to think straight again.