"So?" Alfred asked, shoving his hands into his pockets nervously. Gilbert glanced at him, sensing the slight awkwardness around the boy- - -he was better friends with Mattie, honestly...
"What?" Gilbert looked up at the sky, his hands casually behind his head, when Alfred didn't answer. "How're things between you and Arthur?" Alfred looked away, glancing to the side.
"I'm ok." He shrugged. "And...well, Arthur..." Gilbert shook his head when Alfred trailed off. They walked in silence for a few minutes. "What did Ludwig want to tell you, earlier?" Gilbert snorted.
"Evidently, this whole thing with Michelle sped up some of our plans." Gilbert muttered bitterly. "We're gonna go back on tour in five or six weeks." Alfred gaped at him.
"What about Roderich?" He asked softly. "I mean, when would you come back?" Gilbert shook his head.
"Probably two, three years." He murmured. "If ever." Alfred frowned before the determination he was so known for crossed over his face.
"We gotta get you with Roderich soon, then." He said. "C'mon, let's tell the others."
"What are you gonna do?" Elizabeta asked from the window a few days later.
"I have no frickin' clue." Gilbert sighed, hands over his eyes as he lay sprawled on his bed. They stayed silent for a few minutes.
"Hey, I have an idea." Elizabeta said, causing Gilbert to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "You managed to get with Roderich because of your music, right?" Gilbert shrugged.
"I guess." He said slowly, peering up at her.
"So write a song for him!" Elizabeta beamed. "And then he'll forgive you and everyone will all be happy!"
"That's a good idea..." Gilbert said after thinking it over. He looked at her hopefully. "Help me write it?"
"Not a chance." Elizabeta grinned when Gilbert groaned. "C'mon, Gilbert. It'll mean more if it's pure, 100% all you." She opened the window again, sitting on the sill. "Good luck, Gilbert."
"This shouldn't be so hard, dammit!" Gilbert yelled a week later, throwing yet another balled up piece of paper in the general area of the wastebasket in the corner. It hit the edge of the basket, then landed to the side, joining the still-growing pieces of paper on the floor. Gilbert didn't notice, glaring angrily with one hand running agitatedly through his hair.
What was he going to do...?
Another frustrated noise tore out of his mouth and he began shoving things off his desk in order to relieve some of it before collapsing back in his chair. His left arm bent to hold the side of his face while his right arm went sprawled across the desk, which resulted in his stereo (yes, he had a stereo) falling behind the desk.
Cursing, Gilbert moved his arm to stand up. That caused the pencil holder (which moved to the edge of the desk somehow) to fall and land on the stereo, pressing the start button. Growling lightly, Gilbert leaned over the desk, pulling up the pencil holder and reaching for the stereo...
What was playing suddenly clicked in his head, and for a few seconds Gilbert simply froze, unsure of what to do next.
The next moment, he was seated again, the pencil in his hand flying furiously across the paper.
"Y'know," Elizabeta breathed softly, "This may do the trick." She winked at him, making Gilbert smile nervously. "Maybe Roderich will understand."
"You think he'll listen?" Gilbert asked. Elizabeta laughed.
"Don't worry, we got your back." Elizabeta promised. Gilbert sighed.
"Thanks, Liz." He muttered. For once, Elizabeta let the nickname slide.
Gilbert waved at the camera crew at his school. He had managed to convince them to let him play live on the school tv. They moved around the room, setting up cameras and things that they needed to go live. Gilbert watched with little interest, fingering the guitar he had.
"Ok, Gilbert-san." One of the camera crew, a short Asian named Kiku, told him. "We'll be on in a few minutes." Gilbert nodded. Three minutes later, Kiku motioned for Gilbert to start.
"Ok." He waved slightly at the camera. "Hey, guys. I'm not the normal TV crew, but they allowed me to come on and try to see if I can straighten a few things out." Gilbert cleared his throat, fingering the guitar in his lap again. "First of all, Roderich, meet me by our usual spot. Same time as usual?" He glanced once to the side, to where his brother and Antonio were standing. Antonio gave him a thumbs up, and Ludwig pressed a button, starting a simple soft piano music. After a few seconds, Gilbert played his guitar.
"Staring out at the rain, with a heavy heart/It's the end of the world in my mind/Then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call/I've been looking for the answer, somewhere/I couldn't see that it was right there/But now I know what I didn't know." Cringing slightly at the incredibly...mushiness...of the beginning of the song, Gilbert forced himself to continue, making sure his fingers stayed steady on the strings of his favorite guitar. Taking a deep breath, Gilbert started the chorus.
"Because you live, and breathe/Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help/Because you live, boy, my world has twice as many stars in the sky."
"It's all right, I survived, I'm alive again/'Cuz of you, made it through every storm/What is life, what's the use, if you're killing time?" He (somehow, despite the overall sappiness) managed to gain confidence in the song. It was most likely the fact that he was still beyond pissed at...her...for screwing around with him and his friends, and the fact that there was no way he'd lose what he had with Roderich because of her.
"I'm so glad I found an angel, somewhere/Who was there when all my hopes fell/I wanna fly looking in your eyes." Gilbert hated being on TV like this, for something as important as this- - -he couldn't tell if Roderich was listening, if he was even paying attention. Gritting his teeth slightly, Gilbert continued to sing.
"Because you live, and breathe/Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help/Because you live, boy, my world has twice as many stars in the sky/Because you live, I live." He sighed quietly, glancing quickly to the side where Antonio was still cheering him on and Ludwig was standing with his arms behind his back, focused on his older brother, and felt his resolve steady again. "Because you live, there's a reason why/I carry on when I lose the fight/I want to give what you've given me always."
"Because you live, and breathe/Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help/Because you live, boy, my world has twice as many stars in the sky." He decided, at this point, that this may have been a bad idea. Though, in his defense, Elizabeta or Ludwig would have stopped him if it was...right? Well, Elizabeta did like to make him suffer (though this would have been cruel, even for her...).
"Because you live, and breathe/Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help/Because you live, boy, my world has everything I need to survive,"
"Because you live, I live." Gilbert took a slightly shaky breath. "I live..." He repeated softly. As the music stopped, the entire video room was silent, everyone staring at him in surprise. And that was when he realized what had just happened.
He had just shown the entire school some parts of his mind, shown them a completely foreign and unknown side to them, on the school TV for Roderich.
And he could only hope that Roderich would meet him.
Ah, it killed me to write this all over again.
But, here it is, before my school starts as promised, and I hope your happy-ish with this (in my words) slightly disasterous re-write.
xRynnX: Lovi is amazing, haha. XD
FortunesRevolver: that would be nice. XD and don't worry, Gilbert's loyalty is no longer questioned...ish. XD I mean, that's a pretty big thing to do...
LietHunLiechAus: uh...I'm glad your sister seems to enjoy it, haha. XD
Raklortin: well, I can seen you joined the 'kill/maim Michelle' team for now... XD glad you like the story, haha.
ChevalierAustriaBird: how's this for 'any means necessary'? Haha
SerasKucheki: haha, don't worry, everything'll work out in the end.
SarcasticProcrastinator-AMLF: wait one more chapter, 'k? Then you got free reign over her. XD