"Oi, Bonnefoy." Francis looked up at him from his spot on the floor, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Oui, mon ami?" Gilbert pushed the hand away again, ignoring the annoyed huff that followed that movement.
"Who was sitting in the seats by center stage, the ones who were around our age?" Francis sat up straighter, frowning at the paler boy.
"Why?" Gilbert shrugged, pushing the hand away again.
"Will you stop it already?" He snapped at the girl, who glared at him and disappeared, muttering something about 'idiotic boys who've lived next door since forever'. Gilbert dutifully ignored her (as he did everytime she started one of those rants, much to her annoyance and everyone else's amusement). To Francis, he said, "Saw someone interesting in the center stage area, kid around our age. Since this is my hometown, I of course knew pretty much everyone. So, I thought maybe you would know him."
"I know many people, mon ami." Francis said with a smirk. "Many, many people."
"That's the understatement of the year." Antonio muttered distractedly, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the sofa next to Gilbert. Francis pointedly ignored him, though he did flip him off briefly.
Antonio grinned at him, laughing when Francis withdrew his finger and refocused on Gilbert.
"I know. That's why I'm asking you." Gilbert said, rolling his eyes slightly and continuing to absent-mindedly push her hand away when she decided to reappear, even though she only became more persistant. Francis beamed.
"DAMMIT, GILBERT, DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME!" Everyone turned in surprise to stare at the lone girl among them (who, at some point, managed to arm herself with a weapon). It was quiet for a few seconds; then Gilbert sighed, lifting his head to glare at her.
"What, Liz?" He asked finally, red eyes narrowing in anger and slight annoyance. She huffed.
"Elizabeta," she corrected, almost automatically, before continuing. "and I wanna know why you stopped singing onstage. The song wasn't even done yet!"
"It was close enough." She glared even more heatedly, but Gilbert waved distractedly at her. "As for why, I'm trying to figure it out, so kindly stop poking me...and put that damn thing away." With an annoyed huff and a glare, Elizabeta dropped the frying pan she had somehow managed to acquire. It clattered to the floor, but Gilbert was already talking to Francis again.
"Describe this person." Francis said. Gilbert stared up at the ceiling.
"Brown hair, glasses." Francis frowned, but Gilbert continued. "Violet eyes. He was sitting by Vash and Lilli, looked to be around our age."
"I don't think I know this person..." Francis said hesitatingly. Gilbert sat up, staring at him in horror as Antonio laughed. "No way," Gilbert deadpanned. "The one time I desperately need you to know someone, you don't know who it is ?" He shook his head in disbelief. "You gotta be kidding, man."
"Sounds like Roderich." They turned to Antonio, who looked back at Gilbert. "A family moved into your old house, amigo, the one by Lovi and Feli's. His name is Roderich Edelstein, and he's started school with us as well."
"Oh, that's right!" Elizabeta exclaimed. "His first day was today. Or yesterday or something like that."
"How come I didn't know this?" Francis asked, crossing his arms. "Antonio?"
"Because you were too busy with...eh, that one kid...the one with...with..." Antonio frowned, trying to remember, automatically reverting to his own language. "Con el oso...y los anteojos..."
"Matthew?" Francis supplied helpfully. Antonio's eyes lit up.
"Si, you were too busy with Mateo, and you weren't paying attention."
"It's Matthew..." Francis muttered, before what Antonio said kicked in. "What? Is that what I missed? Tell me it isn't so!"
"Let's focus!" Gilbert interrupted, before Francis could begin to mourn (Gilbert could see the signs...and it was always best to stop Francis before he began, because if not stopped, Francis could mourn the loss of 'fresh meat' for days. The last time it happened, it took almost six days to get him back to normal...and that was with Matthew's help). "So, his name's Roderich, Antonio?" Antonio nodded enthusiastically.
"Si, and he lives by-"
"Lovino and Feliciano, I heard, I heard." Gilbert nodded, thinking. It went quiet, then... "I think I should pay those two a visit over the weekend." Antonio's eyes lit up.
"Really, Gilbert?" He asked excitedly. Gilbert nodded, smirking.
"Yea." He said. "It'll kill two birds with one stone, right? I'll get to meet this... Roderich, and grace them all with my awesomeness at the same time. Besides, it's been a while since I've seen the Vargas boys." Elizabeta rolled her eyes.
"It's a wonder you haven't killed yourself with that ego of yours." She muttered, crossing her arms. Gilbert winked at her.
"You totally love me, hon." He told her.
"You wish." She glared at him. He just laughed.
"Sweetheart, I know for a fact that if I were to ask you out, you would go out with me in an instant." Francis and Antonio watched the two argue back and forth with interest, not missing the way Elizabeta's eyes darkened in annoyance. Elizabeta sneered.
"Prove it, you idiot." Gilbert smiled lazily, blatantly ignoring the danger he put himself in as her fingers twitched in the direction of the frying pan on the floor.
"I don't have time for you." He told her. "I'm getting ready to meet Roddy tomorrow." Elizabeta raised an eyebrow.
"I bet... Roddy leaves after twenty minutes with you." Gilbert narrowed his eyes at her as she smirked triumphantly. "And if I get it right, I'll write you another song." After a few seconds, Gilbert nodded, shaking her hand.
"Deal."
really guys? I have a couple story alerts for this but no reviews? How'm I supposed to know if I should keep going or drop the story? XD
Spanish: Con el oso...y los anteojos...=With the bear...and the glasses...
Thank you, Kano Akira for fixing my Spanish. XD I'm using a translator on my phone, so of course it's probably not the best thing to use, but whatever. XD