Just The Same
Gilbert probably would have stayed asleep for longer, except that he was pushed off his pillow. His warm pillow that had been breathing. He groaned, but then tried to think about the last time he had had a warm, breathing pillow. To tell the truth, it had been too long. Which was when he realized that he was was the tile floor of Elizaveta's kitchen.
With Elizaveta. And Roderich. Well that explained it. Gilbert sat up, rubbing at the back of his head as he watched an already half dressed Roderich place a blanket over Eliza, who was already hugging a pillow.
"Mornin'."
"Good morning, Gilbert. If you eat here, you are paying Elizaveta back for whatever supplies you use."
Gilbert scoffed. "Vell! Someone's de same dis morning!" Roderich rose an eyebrow at him and continued doing whatever it was he was doing. Probably cleaning up or something. Which allowed Gilbert to turn his attention back on Elizaveta. His little Eliza. His best friend since forever. Shit, had he just ruined this? Screw Roderich (well, not to say he had not just done that), but the only thing Gilbert really cared about was that this did not make things all weird between him and her. Because if she pushed him away after this... would it have been worth it?
Thinking about last night, Gilbert was not certain.
"Vhere're my clothes?"
"In the wash."
Gilbert shrugged that answer off and went to go see how far along his clothes were to being done. He did not mind having to walk home in the nude (after all, he was just so awesome there was really no problem with that), but Vash had said he would be arrested if he did that again, and being arrested really was not on top of his list of things he wanted to be doing. Especially since Vash said he could sit in a cell without food and he would turn the temperature down.
If Gilbert did not know any better, he would say Vash was a sadist.
When he returned back to the kitchen, Elizaveta was up. Up, wide eyed, currently holding the blanket to her chest. "Morning, Liz."
"You could leave so she could get dressed," Roderich said, but did not sound as if he cared too much. Gilbert shrugged, because he did not care too much. Funny, they both seemed to be on the same page here.
Elizaveta, on the other hand, was now blushing and hiding the lower half of her face with the blanket. "G-G-G–"
"Cold? Den put some clothes on! Don't be stupid... I dought vomen vere supposet to be smarter or someding!" Gilbert scoffed, handing over some clothes he had brought from the laundry room. She did not grab them. Gilbert felt his heart plummet. "Vhat? It... vasn't good enough for you?"
"What?" she nearly shrieked, grabbing at the clothes. "Don't you dare say a thing, Gilbert!"
Gilbert frowned and looked over toward Roderich. "I dought she enjoyet it."
"She did," Roderich responded, before he went over and knelt down beside Elizaveta, turning her face toward him. "I'm sorry, my dear."
"Sorry?" she asked blankly.
"Sorry!" Gilbert exclaimed with irritation. "About vhat?"
"I know of your peculiar tastes... but that will be the only time I can participate in it. I can say with no uncertainty now that I am straight."
Of all rights, Elizaveta should have laughed. Gilbert did, of course, though he tried to be offended. "Vhat? I didn't turn you gay? Vhat's de vorld coming to?"
"Buh..." Elizaveta said, blinking. Roderich sighed.
"Are you all right?"
Finally, Elizaveta nodded. So Gilbert knew there was nothing to worry about. Well, other than the fact it was a one time thing. Stupid Roderich.
"I need to get started on that cake..." Roderich muttered to himself, after making certain Elizaveta was alright he returned to his feet and began to get to work. Which reminded Gilbert of something he had needed to talk to Ludwig about. As long as Ludovicus was not there... please don't let him be there...
"I neet to talk to my bruder," Gilbert added. "See you both later?"
"Unfortunately," Roderich said without much bother.
"Uh huh..." Elizaveta responded.
Gilbert found his coat, which had been flung over a chair, and then went out.
Notes:
Roderich is such a sport and very calm. Gilbert is Gilbert. Little did you think that when it was all said and done with it would be Elizaveta who was out of her depth? Then again, she is only Human. In Hearth, at least. And that had never happened before. I guess now that sanity has reentered Elizaveta's head she can really think about how awkward it is.
