He couldn't believe what happened.
Backstage, Elizabeta could be heard, yelling at Michelle. The girl's whimpering could be heard as well, but everyone ignored it.
Ludwig stood in front of Gilbert, a confused Feliciano in his arms. Alfred and Arthur, as far from each other as possible from each other, stood by Ludwig and the couch respectively. Francis had his arms around Matthew, his chin placed in the other boy's shoulder. Lovino was in Antonio's arms as well, fuming.
"Stupid potato bastard, let go of my brother!" He muttered under his breath. Raising his voice, he yelled when Elizabeta stopped to take a breath. "AND YOU, YOU EVIL BITCH, WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU THINKING, KISSING HIM ON STAGE? WHATSA MATTER WITH YOU?"
"Shh, shh, Lovi..." Antonio mumbled into the boy's neck, continuing in Spanish to calm the boy down. The annoyed Italian stopped yelling, crossing his arms and muttering under his breath about 'stupid German potatoes' and 'evil boyfriend-stealing bitches'.
"What are you going to do?" Alfred asked softly. "You can't let her get away with this."
"Obviously, you git!" Arthur snapped.
"I wasn't talking to you, Bushy-brows!" Alfred hissed back. Arthur, surprised, opened his mouth to retaliate, but before he could he was interrupted.
"You have to do something, mon ami, but what?" Francis said softly from his place on Matthew's shoulder. "You should know something about her."
"Like what?" Gilbert muttered.
"She watches us." Matthew said softly, his arms around Francis. "Then goes after the weaker one, the one with the most insecurities and such, and she tells us things."
"What kind of things?" Gilbert asked hoarsely, glancing at Matthew with dull red eyes.
"Things we should know aren't true." It came from Alfred this time, and everyone turned to look at him as he turned his head to the side.
"She says it so convincingly that we believe her." Matthew seemed to shrink into Francis as he spoke. "And then she makes her move."
Roderich was playing the piano when Gilbert entered (read, broke into) his room. The music coming from the piano was heartbreaking, forcing Gilbert to a stop in the doorway. For a few moments, all he did was watch him play the piano.
"Go away, Gilbert." Roderich said firmly, not stopping.
"No way." Gilbert said firmly, moving closer to him. "Not til you've listened to me."
"I don't want to listen to you!" Roderich cried, slamming his hands on the keys of his piano as he turned to finally face Gilbert. "Get out of my house, Gilbert!"
"Roddy- - -" Gilbert stared, stunned, at Roderich, who had shoved him back. Clenching his fists, Gilbert could see Roderich trembling slightly.
"Shut up!" Roderich yelled, pushing him again. Gilbert stumbled back, still surprised (it's not like there was a lotta force behind the shove...). "Just...shut up..." There was a few seconds of silence as they stared at each other. "Please, just...leave..." Roderich whispered softly.
Gilbert left.
"He won't listen!"
"Not even to you?" Alfred asked. Elizabeta sighed.
"Especially not to me." She admitted softly.
"Well, we can't sit around and do nothing!" Arthur yelled from across the room, hitting the wall beside him. "There's got to be someone he'll listen to!"
"How about Ludwig?" Elizabeta asked. "Or, or Feliciano?"
"No, not me." Ludwig said. "I'm Gilbert's younger brother, he wouldn't listen because of that. And Feliciano, well..." They turned to look at Feliciano, who was cooing at the dogs Ludwig had brought.
"Maybe not Feliciano." Elizabeta amended when one of the dogs barked and Feliciano whimpered.
"Let us focus, guys." Francis called. "Mon Dieu, Roderich is so stubborn!"
A sudden knocking interrupted everyone, and they all turned to the door. Michelle stuck her head in, smiling.
"Hey, guys." She said cheerfully, albeit nervously. "What's going on?"
"We got the - - -" Lovino's voice stopped suddenly. "What is she doing here?"
"I was looking for everyone." She said simply, shrugging. "Why's everyone here?"
"Ah, it's just a bit complicated, Michelle..." Francis said, glancing around.
"What do you want?" Elizabeta snarled, crossing her arms and standing in front of Gilbert protectively.
"I was looking for everyone, is all." Michelle shrugged. "Why's everybody here? For the second time, I might add. Anyone want to actually answer me this time?"
"None of your business." Lovino took a step towards her. "Now leave- - -nobody likes you!" She blinked.
"Nobody likes me?" Michelle said softly. "I'd think it would be the other way around, Lovi." She put emphasis on the nickname that was reserved for Antonio only. "People hate your temper and attitude. That's why everyone likes little Feli much better than you."
The room went silent as Michelle's words sank in. Lovino's eyes widened before narrowing.
"I don't believe you." He said quietly but firmly. "And I don't have to put up with your shit." Taking a few steps forward, he garbbed her arm and pushed her our of the room.
"How dare she!" Antonio cried, eyes flashing, but Lovino grabbed his arm.
"Shut up, idiot." Lovino muttered. "Let's just figure out a way to get Roderich to just get over himself and listen."
Gilbert woke up to the sound of his cellphone ringing. With a groan, he shoved it under his pillow in hopes of shutting it up. When it stopped ringing, he sighed in relief.
Almost instantly, it started ringing again. With a groan, Gilbert pulled his phone out and flipped it open.
"Hello?" He groaned out. For a few seconds, there was no answer and he frowned. "Hello?"
"Bout time, bastard." Came the soft reply. Gilbert yawned and rubbed his eye.
"Lovino?" He muttered. "Lovino, it's- - -" He glanced at the clock by his bed. "It's two-thirty...what is it?"
"You..." Lovino said softly. Gilbert frowned again, falling backwards on his bed.
"What?" He muttered.
"You're friends with...with that idiot...right?" Gilbert rubbed his forehead with his free hand as he tried to think of which particular idiot Lovino was talking about currently.
"Antonio?" He asked tiredly. "We're talking about Toni, right? Yea, I'm friends with Toni. What's up?" On the other end, Lovino took a deep breath.
"He's not...I mean, he really..." Gilbert sat up abruptly, eyes wide.
"Don't even go there, Lovino." He said warningly. "You don't even know how much Toni needs you, ok? Don't listen to a thing that...thing says."
"You're sure?" Lovino muttered. Gilbert laughed.
"Positive." He said. "When I met Toni and Francis back in fourth grade, one of the first things he said to me was to stay away from you because you were his."
"Possessive idiot." Lovino grumbled (Gilbert could hear the smile Lovino was most likely trying to hide). "Whatever, bastard." Without waiting for Gilbert's response, he hung up.
As soon as he heard the dial tone, Gilbert's eyes darkened to a deep blood red.
"How dare she..." He growled. "I'm gonna get her if she hurts Toni and Lovi..."
Four times. I had to re-write this thing FOUR times.
Ehhhh...no one seems too happy with Michelle...I'm not, either, to be honest.
SarcasticProcrastinator-AMLF: I think you should start a line, haha... XD sooo many people don't like Michelle right now...
FortunesRevolver: y'know, you're right...and you'd figure that Roderich would know better by now...but Michelle also knows how to hit a person, so...meh.
LietHunLiechAus: haha, you should join ranks with SarcasticProcrastinator-AMLF. XD
Erica Anna: thank you, I'm glad you 'LOVE' my story, haha. XD
xRynnX: things would be so much easier if she did, y'know?
ChevalierAustriaBird: now, to make Roderich understand that...
LittleGirlInRed: I know, right?