"Hey, Mattie!" He cheered, throwing an arm around the blonde's neck (and completely ignoring Elizabeta beside him, making the girl scowl). Said blonde flushed and stammered out a greeting, holding his bear tighter. "Long time, no see, little buddy!"
"S-Same for you, Gilbert." Matthew stammered back. Gilbert grinned.
"How's your brother? Still going after the stuffed-up British kid?"
"N-No, Alfred's been going out w-with Arthur for a c-couple months now." Matthew said. Gilbert nodded seriously, glancing at the front seat before leaning forward to whisper in Matthew's ear quietly. Curious, Matthew tilted his head to hear better.
"And how're things with Francis?" Gilbert asked slyly. Matthew turned the brightest shade of red as he began to splutter incoherently.
Before Matthew could respond, Antonio turned around from the passenger seat, trying not to laugh.
"Lo siento, Matthew." He interrupted, gaining the attention of everyone in the backseat (and Matthew's instant gratitude). "Gilbert, mi amigo, do you remember how Vash is always so protective of Lilli?" Gilbert snorted, moving his arm from Matthew's shoulders (and pulling Elizabeta's hair as he did so).
"Hell, yea!" He laughed. "He won't even let the kid hang around me, let-"
"For a good reason, too." Elizabeta cut in suddenly, attempting to gain revenge for her hair. "Poor Lilli, being with you would scar the child for life!"
"So what does that say about you, hmm?" Gilbert asked, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "You're always around me, hun." Scowling, Elizabeta pushed him away.
"You live next door." She hissed. "I don't have a choice." Gilbert smirked, leaning back.
"You tell yourself that, sweetie." He told her. "We'll bury the real truth because, quite frankly, it comes with too much drama I don't care for." As Elizabeta and Gilbert bickered back and forth over Matthew, Francis sighed from the driver's side.
"He never changes, oui?" Antonio chuckled.
"Sí, but that is why he's so interesting." Francis chuckled as well.
"Touche."
Gilbert watched Antonio run up the the two-story house they stopped in front of, and start banging on the door.
"LOVI~~~~!" He called. "Querido, you there? Vamos, abre la puerta a Antonio!"
"Go away!" Called an irritated voice.
"Veeee, don't be so mean, brother!" Another called back cheerfully. "Veee~~~, one moment!"
"C'mon, you guys, I haven't seen either of you in ages!" The footsteps that had been approaching suddenly paused.
"Is that Gilbert?" A incredulous voice called out. "Gilbert Beilschmidt?"
"That's right, kiddo!" Gilbert beamed. It was quiet for a few seconds. Elizabeta snickered from behind Francis and Matthew. Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert looked at each other in confusion.
Then, there were a multitude of yells, both brothers screaming at the top of their lungs at the same time.
"THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'D LET YOU INTO MY HOUSE, STUPID, IDIOTIC, BROTHER OF THE POTATO BAS-"
"VEEEE~~~~, GILBERT'S BACK, GILBERT'S BACK! YOU'LL LIKE GILBERT-" A yelp cut off what Feliciano was saying. At the door, there was the sound of another quick fight before the door was thrown open. Just as Antonio opened his mouth to greet the two, the door was slammed shut.
"OH, NO. NOT FRANCIS, TOO!" Gilbert bit back a laugh. "GOD DAMMIT, GILBERT'S BAD ENOUGH, BUT FRANCIS TOO? THERE'S REALLY NO WAY NOW - YOU GUYS CAN JUST STAND OUT THERE FORVER, FOR ALL I CARE!"
"BROTHER, THAT WASN'T NICE, VEEE~~~~" And the door was open again, to reveal two brunette boys, one beaming, the other glaring fiercely. Gilbert smiled, ruffling their hair.
"Hey, Lovino, Feli." He said, ignoring Lovino's angry cry and stepping past them. Behind him, Antonio enveloped Lovino in a hug, muttering things to the boy in Spanish.
"Gilbert, Gilbert, look!" Feliciano cried, grabbing the albino's hands and dragging him to the living room. "It's our new neighbor-his name is Roderich, and he-" Coming into the living room, Feliciano stopped talking to Gilbert. "Roderich, this guy used to baby-sit us, and make us pasta, and let us have a siesta when we wanted one. Gilbert, this is Roderich." Gilbert froze, catching his breath in his throat, as Roderich turned, his eyebrow raised.
Now that he was up close, he saw how deep the violet eyes were, how pale the other boy's skin was, noticed how elegantly he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he stood up, offering a pale hand. Gilbert noted how clean and proper the boy looked, how carefully his slighty messy brown hair was taken care of qnd styled (except for that one random curl that decided to defy gravity), so unlike himself. He shook the other boy's hand, inwardly marveling on how smooth it was, not hearing the words the other spoke but listening to the actual voice, inwardly sighing because of how rich it sounded.
The first thing out of his mouth was "You look like a freakin' pansy, did you know that?"
I couldn't resist that last line. XD I really couldn't. Perfect way to end a hectic chapter, haha. XD
EtoileUtori: haha, I'm glad you like my story THAT much, haha. XD it's ok, I crossed the line from fangirl to maniac over PrussiaxAustria too, xD. I do it almost regularly.
Indi-Scarga: haha xD that is true...good point.
Spanish: =C'mon (that's what I translated), open the door for Antonio.