4:30. Half an hour before they normally met, so Gilbert pulled out his iPod, set an alarm, and sighed.
Glancing out into the street, he wondered when Roderich would come (if his mind thought traitorously- - -he'll come, he has to!- - -what if he doesn't?- - -...shut up, dammit).
He glanced down when he heard a noise, only to sigh and close his eyes when he saw Elizabeta. She crossed her arms and frowned up at him.
"How long you gonna stay up there?" She asked. Gilbert shrugged.
"As long as it takes, I suppose." He called back. There was silence for a few minutes, and Gilbert thought she left.
"Ludwig's gonna get really worried about you, you know." Evidently not. With a suppressed sigh, Gilbert cracked an eyebrow and glanced down at her.
"Tell him I'll be home later and not to worry or something." He told her.
"You know he will anyway." Elizabeta warned. Gilbert waved her off.
9:15, and Gilbert felt himself slide out of the tree fluidly (surprisingly, because he hadn't moved from his spot in the tree for...well, yea...). Shoving his hands into his pockets, Gilbert trudged home slowly.
Pulling the door open, he called out a greeting to Ludwig, who gave a very out-of-character squeak. Ignoring whatever it was Ludwig asked him, Gilbert opened the door to his room and, closing it firmly, fell face-first on his bed. For a few seconds, he merely lay, unmoving, on the bed. Then he curled around one of his pillows, yawning slightly and falling asleep.
The next evening (actually, it was closer to three-thiry...ish), he sat by the window, staring out at the night sky. He ignored the tapping on his door until it was forced open.
"What?" He asked exasperatedly. When he turned around, though, he regretted it...slightly.
"It's almost Sunday morning." Elizabeta said, her arms crossed and a suspicious glare on her face. "No one has seen you since school on Friday. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Gilbert sniffed. "I just didn't feel like going out earlier." Elizabeta raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't feel like going out earlier." She repeated skeptically. "You didn't feel like teasing me, didn't feel like talking to Matthew, didn't feel like hanging out with Francis and Antonio?" Gilbert winced slightly when the suspicious look in her eyes deepened. "Something's wrong with you, Gilbert. Tell me now."
"If it'll make you happy, I'll go out later on or something." He said carelessly, waving her off. Elizabeta paused for a bit.
"Does this have anything to do with Roderich not coming?" She asked softly. Gilbert froze.
"W-What?" He turned to look at her. She gave him a look (not just a look- - -the Look, the one that said 'tell me now, or else...') and he shrugged. "Possibly."
"I'm not quite sure where his head is." Elizabeta said softly. Gilbert shrugged.
"Whatever." He answered flippantly.
As the school approached, Gilbert tried to turn back once again, but was met with Elizabeta's raise eyebrow and Ludwig's glare. Sighing, he turned and, shouldering his backpack, walked forward again.
"Where is he at?" Gilbert asked as he sat down. "He isn't in our classes- - -maybe he ditched those?"
"Not likely." Elizabeta shook her head. "Roderich isn't one to skip class."
"Haven't seen him yet." Lovino answered flippantly. Feliciano seemed to think about something, but as he hadn't said anything yet, Gilbert ignored him for the time being.
"And Roderich's in one of my earlier classes." Alfred said. "I didn't see him there."
"Probably because you were half-asleep, as usual." For a few seconds, Arthur merely stood awkwardly by the table as everybody turned to look at him. He cleared his throat uneasily and gingerly placed his lunch by Alfred, sitting by the blonde rigidly and looking to the side. "Why you chose such an early class is beyond me."
For a few seconds, everyone stared at Arthur. When he glared at them slightly, they looked away quickly. Alfred continued to stare before grinning brightly, albeit slightly uneasily, and falling into the familiar arguments that happened daily between the two.
"You know I only chose that class because of you." Arthur jumped slightly, clearly not expecting a response (and phrased like that).
"Git." He muttered after a few seconds, turning slightly red. Alfred grinned triumphantly before turning to the rest of the group.
"God damn it, where the hell is he?" Gilbert sighed, throwing himself on his bed with an annoyed breath.
The sudden knocking on his door startled him and he sat up quickly, glaring at the door suspiciously.
School let out at least fifteen minutes ago, Ludwig never knocked on his door (well, to be fair, Gilbert also just threw his brother's door open if he needed something from him), and if Elizabeta really needed to talk to him, she usually just came through the window...
"Come in." The door opened and he scowled, turning away. "What do you want?"
"I heard you and Roderich weren't together anymore." Michelle said simply. "And I was wondering if...well, you'd perhaps- - -"
"Not on your life." Gilbert cut across her. Michelle stopped, stunned. "Get out of my room."
"But- - -"
"Get out!" Gilbert yelled, turning to glare at her. "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear you, just get out!" Michelle stomped her foot, crossing her arms angrily.
"That's not fair!" She yelled back. "All of you are treating me like I'm some kind of disease or something! None of you want to talk to me or be near me or anything!"
"And who's fault is that?" Gilbert asked sarcastically. "Maybe if you stopped breaking people up, we'd might like you a bit better, huh?" Michelle glared at him.
"You guys are all jerks here!" She cried. "I came here to apologize and you're not even listening to me!"
Gilbert stared at her.
"Who the hell starts an apology with 'I hear you and your boyfriend aren't together anymore'?" He asked incredulously. "What the fuck?" Michelle flushed lightly.
"N-No." She said, smiling a bit crookedly. "That was me trying to ask you out."
Gilbert growled lightly and pushed her through the door.
"Out." He said firmly, closing the door behind her with a heavy sigh. "Geeze, I hate her..."
This is...absolutely nothing like the original chapter. Nothing. Where in the world did I get this?
On the bright side, I still got this chapter out before school starts...tomorrow. Haha, just barely made it...
SarcasticProcrastinator-AMFL: he is, but he'll have to be ooc for the next couple chapters- - -maybe the next two or three-ish?
xRynnX: good to know that the lack of Michelle made you happy. XD
ChevalierAustriaBird: haha, good to know you enjoyed the re-write.
FortunesRevolver: I know right? Who would stay mad when someone pretty much embarrasses themselves in front of people they (usually) see everyday? XD
Cherry Maiden: well, I don't think it's looking that way...
Erica Anna: oh, shiz! XD talk about a fan, haha. I'm glad you like it enough to read it over so many times. Never fear, everything will end up fine.