"Hello?" He said absently, glancing around to see where they kept the comic books- - -he heard about a spin-off of his favorite comic book, and he really, really, really wanted it. When there was no response (which seemed to be happening a lot lately), Gilbert opened his mouth. "Hel- - -" Before he could get the rest of the word out, he felt something run into him, wrapping arms around his waist and making him stumble forward in surprise at the sudden added weight. Dropping his phone (shit, I just got that), Gilbert whirled around. "What the fuck's your- - -" He froze, blinking uncertainly for a moment. Then, quietly, "Roderich?"
Gilbert sat down, sighing slightly. Roderich remained slightly frozen, staring into his coffee cup quietly. For a few seconds, they stayed like that- - -Gilbert glancing at him every now and then and Roderich staring at his cup. Awkward silence filled the space.
"Took a while to find you." Roderich said finally, breaking the silence. Gilbert shrugged.
"Probably was easier to catch me before I left." He muttered. Roderich winced slightly.
Silence reigned again.
"Look, I- - -"
"I just- - -" They stopped short and stared at one another, silently battling out who would speak first. "I just wanna know why you wouldn't meet me." Roderich flushed, playing with his coffee cup.
"I was on my way." He said softly. "To meet you, I mean. On the way, I happened to run into a group of girls- - -not just two or three, there had to have been at least fifteen- - -and they more-or-less forced me to go in a different direction- - -"
"Wait, lemme get this straight." Gilbert sat up, elbow on the table and hand covering his eyes. "You allowed yourself to be manhandled by a group of girls?" When Roderich didn't answer, Gilbert snorted quietly. "Tell me it was at least the tennis club girls or the basketball ones..." He peered at Roderich, who flushed and shook his head.
Gilbert burst out laughing.
"Hey!" Roderich crossed his arms and glanced to the side, his face red. "I don't hit girls, no matter what." Gilbert didn't say anything, just laughed softly.
"Sometimes, girls need it though." He said softly. "Right, Specs?" Roderich frowned lightly, touching the rims of his glasses almost self-consciously.
"As I was saying," Roderich continued, "One of those girls happened to be Michelle. She told me you had already left, and that her agency had given you a new cell phone, complete with a new number." Roderich flushed slightly at his mistake. "I didn't think too much on it- - -"
"Clearly." Gilbert snorted again, glaring to the side. "Didn't you think I'd call you or something?"
"I did." Roderich said softly, staring down at his drink again. "I kept waiting and waiting..."
"Where did you go?" Gilbert asked, quietly looking to the side.
It was silent for a few seconds, then...
"Michelle." They said together.
Elizabeta had been reading a manga she had been given from Kiku when her there was a knock at her window. Turning to the side, she smiled and bounced over to the glass, sliding it up enough for the person to get in.
"You coulda used the front door, y'know." The other person sighed quietly, leaning against the open windowsill.
"Did you hear?" He asked, ignoring her statement. "Roderich finally found Gilbert." Elizabeta smiled, picking up her manga again.
"Good." She said. "Have Gilbert or Ludwig call me when they get back together again."
"You seem so sure that is going to happen."
"Well, of course." Elizabeta said firmly, glaring up at him. "They were practically made for each other." A quiet shrug was Elizabeta's answer, and she sighed, rubbing her temple. "Just tell me what's wrong, Lovino." It went quiet. Then- - -
"Some stupid-ass drunk driver hit my brother when he was driving." Lovino said softly. "He's in the hospital now." Elizabeta froze for a minute.
"Does everyone know?" Lovino nodded quietly. "Does Ludwig?"
"I don't know!" Lovino exploded. "You think I have that asshole's number?" With a slight sigh, Elizabeta reached over, pulling Lovino closer to her.
For a few minutes, no one thought much of the ringing cell phone. Gilbert and Roderich were hanging out (respectively) on the bed and the couch when the phone started going off.
"Bruder, that's your phone!" As Ludwig came over to answer his phone, Gilbert turned back to Roderich, grinning.
Something clattered to the floor, making Gilbert turned to face his brother. He was wide-eyed in horror and slight fear.
That's how Gilbert knew something bad had happened.
Wow. I'm mean. Anyway, wonder what's gonna happen next?
SerasKucheki: it's killing you no longer! XD haha
Cherry Maiden: unfortunately, the last performance with Michelle and Gilbert is pretty much the only duet.
SarcasticProcrastinator-AMLF: really? Haha, wow
Erica Anna: miss him no longer- - -Roddy's back! XD
xRynnX: y'know, I should change that...but I'm too lazy, haha. XD and Gilbert's comic book is wonderful- - -Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. XD great comic.
Hakumi Shigatsu: he's back now, though, so no worries. Right? RIGHT? xD
Jalice1718: got all your answers there? XD haha, or do you have more questions now? XD ask away, see what could happen next! XD