"I hate to be rude, but is it alright if I just wait for you outside, Elizaveta?" The Austrian asked as he carefully shifted his back pack over his shoulders.

"Huh? But why? Don't you want to hang out with your new friend for a little longer?" The brunette girl asked in response. Her green eyes widened in worry as a hand flew up to take his temperature. "Do you feel alright? You don't seem to have a fever…"

"I'm good, it's just a bit of a headache," Roderich lied. "I'll be waiting outside by the main entrance for you." He brushed his girlfriend's hand away before turning around and walking away.

"Do I know you, by any chance?" The Hungarian girl hesitantly asked the moment her fiancé had disappeared around a corner and out of the school building.

"Maybe…" Gilbert smiled in an almost mockingly manner. "I know I lot of chicks."

Elizaveta gave a short nervous laugh. She was certain she had seen the man before. There was no way she could have mistaken that shimmering silver hair and those piercing red eyes. She had to choose her words carefully though. The circumstances under which they had met was rather… In any case, if she were to tell of them to some man who truly didn't know her than her entire reputation would be shattered into millions and millions of pieces.

"About ten years ago, maybe? Before I disappeared off to a private school…"

"Ten years ago? How the hell do you expect me to remember you then? I doubt you still looked like this ten years ago… Geez…"

"I had short brown hair that was tied into a little ponytail and…" The girl paused, unsure of how exactly to word the next part. It was, after all, something she hadn't discussed in years and still feared would get out to her parents."…and a bit of an identity crisis…"

"Oh yeah I remember you! You were that weird guy who was really a chick!" Gilbert broke out into laughter, clutching his sides and trying his best not to fall over. "So you finally learned the truth, huh? When was that?"

"You don't need to know that."

"I bet it was when you first got your period, riiiigghhht! Oh gott! I remember how you kept coming to me and complaining of cramps and that your 'chest' hurt. Ha! I knew it! Remember that time when you thought the pe—"

"I wasn't even in middle school yet! Give me a break!" Elizaveta cried out in frustration. She should have figured that Gilbert would still be that same obnoxious brat he was before.

"Do you still get into fights?" He asked.

"Nope. I suppose I'm a lot tamer now that I've grown up."

"What a pity…" Gilbert muttered. It was such a shame that one of his best friends growing up had changed so much. Heck, she used to wear cut lips and bruises—not this stupid lips gloss and eye liner!

~(^-^)~

With a soft sigh, Roderich took a seat down on the curb of the side walk. What was talking Elizaveta so long to come? That idiotic Gilbert couldn't possibly be capable of holding up that good of a conversation. Even if he, by some miracle, was, what on Earth was he saying to Elizaveta that was interesting enough to make him wait almost an hour? The only topic the two could both properly discuss would be school. Neither had anything else in common, of course…

Unless they were talking about him…

~(^-^)~

"And Specs?"

"Who?"

"Roderich. That prissy pianist. He seems pretty much the same."

"He is, really. He still plays that piano of his for hours every day, gets lost in his own house, and you know the rest. He doesn't seem to remember you though, which is pretty odd. His memory was never the best, but I thought the two of you were really close!"

"Ja, we were," Gilbert sighed. He would give anything, anything, to get that those good days back. He had missed that the stupid aristocrat and it truly broke his heart that after all these years their intimate and passionate love had become broken and forgotten. He really felt like breaking down and crying when the brunette looked up that morning with his enchanting violet eyes and asked if he had known him.

"You can get that back though," Elizaveta whispered, reading the thoughts of the friend she had known so well before. "If you just tell him, he's bound to remember!"

"That's just it. I don't want him to remember because someone told him. I want him to remember because of all the good times we had. If it's just because of a few useless words, it means nothing."

Silence. The Hungarian wasn't sure how to respond to that. She really wanted her fiancé to learn the truth about his supposed "best friend" in the normal high school so far, but if Gilbert insisted then… He did have a point all the same. Maybe she was rushing things. Maybe she should just stay out of the whole affair all together. It didn't really concern her, right?

"Are you two dating now or something?" Gilbert asked in an attempt to break the silence and carry on a decent conversation. "N-not that I care or anything! I just saw you two kissing and…"

"Oh it's nothing really… We're actually engaged."

"WHAT?" Gilbert's jaw practically hit the floor. Specs engaged? What the hell? Why would anybody, especially Elizaveta, want to marry him? He was pathetic, weak, and honestly quite pitiful. He was stuck-up, prissy, and so stupid! What was wrong with the world?

"It's really a bit of an arranged marriage," Elizaveta replied hesitantly. She had never really spoken to anyone about her and Roderich getting married against their own will before. But this was Gilbert. She knew him and trusted him. True, he was a jerk at times, but he was also sincere when the need arose. "Our families are really close so we were always with each other. When we hit middle school, Roderich proposed, but I could tell he didn't really want to. The fact that both of our parents were hiding by the door didn't really help anything."

"So why don't you just tell your parents, that?"

"A few years back I was about to, but Roderich told me not to," Elizaveta admitted quietly. "He said that it didn't really matter and it wasn't important enough to create a big scene over. He told me that our parents wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and would just keep on trying to push us together."

"Priss told you that?" Gilbert exclaimed. Of course that idiot would put how his parents would feel over how he, himself, would feel. "You should have just ignored him."

"He said more," The brunette girl whispered. "He said that he was scared. If we didn't marry each other, who would we marry? We were both alone. Perfect children in society and fawned upon by all adults, but so terribly lost when it came to interacting with people our own age. The only friends we had were each other. Gilbert, you should have seen his face then and there, he was so petrified at the thought of me leaving him all alone that I-I couldn't! I-I couldn't do something like that to him!"

"But the two of you are in a normal high school now, right? He can make new friends here."

Elizaveta smiled weakly at the thought of Roderich trying to make friends. "You know Roderich, he'd never be able to pull it off, or so I thought. Anyway, I'm so glad that the two of you are now friends! That should help him out a lot. Perhaps you could introduce him to several people you hang out with?"

"J-Ja sure, no problem."

"Thanks Gilbert," The Hungarian girl grinned before skipping off to find her fiancé.

~(^-^)~

"Roderich?"

The Austrian's head snapped up at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. It had been exactly one hour forty nine minutes and fifty three seconds since school had ended. He knew because counting out the endless seconds seemed to be the only way to pass time.

"What were you talking about with him?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him. How on earth could she have been talking to that idiotic monster for almost two hours? He was certain that after several minutes she would have seen his true nature and fled.

"School," His girlfriend easily lied, fighting the urge to tell the boy before her the truth.

"The entire time?" Roderich asked doubtfully.

"More or less, I guess. He wanted to know what our private school was like and I wanted to know what this school is like."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did you learn anything about this school?"

"Not really, no. He mostly repeated the same old junk that everyone else tells us."

Roderich gave a soft sigh. So basically Elizaveta had completely wasted the two hours he could have spent working on that essay. If she had learned something he would have easily forgiven her, but she didn't.

Actually, now that he thought about it, it was the other way around. Instead of her getting new information, that silver haired idiot probably did! And if they were talking on and on for two whole hours that meant that he most likely knew everything about their old school… and maybe a little bit about himself!

He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off (quite rudely actually) by a rather loud and obnoxious car honk from behind them.

"Hey! Lizzie! Specs! Need a ride?" An all too familiar voice called out, causing the Austrian to cringe.

Of all people to arrive, it had to be him…

"Gilbert!" Elizaveta grinned and before Roderich could stop her, she had spun around with his hand clutched in her own forcing him to face that stupid idiot. "Are you sure it's not too much trouble?"

"Nein, it's not. I don't really have anything to do today," The albino replied with a short laugh before swinging open the door of his car.

"Did you get into an accident or something?" Roderich asked cautiously as he carefully examined the shape of the car, which, to put it bluntly, was a complete mess.

Both of the headlights were smashed. Long, terrifying scratches were embedded in the sides. The bumper looked like it was about to fall off. Tape covered one of the windows completely. What on Earth could have happened to put it in such a state?

"It was nothing. I was just racing some kid one day and got in a bit of a crash. On the bright side, the car I crashed into was the belonged to the guy that I was racing, so technically I won," The silverette shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal while Roderich simply stood gaping. He was about to get into the car or someone who crashed into cars and didn't care at all? Or what about the racing? What if someone tried to cut him off on the way home and he got involved in another race… with him and Elizaveta on board?

"We-we'll walk home," He finally responded, grabbing Elizaveta's wrist and making an attempt to leave. Elizaveta, however, stayed rooted to the spot as if the thought of going into the car with a reckless driver was some kind of a fun adventure.

"Roderich!" The Hungarian girl pleaded, her green eyes practically begging him to reconsider. "I am not going to walk home. It's too hot out and we're going to have to walk for at least half an hour. Gilbert can get us home in five minutes!"

"Five seconds," The albino corrected, a smirk breaking out over his lips.

"See! We'll get home in no time!"

Roderich paused, considering the pros of the situation. If they accepted this, they'd be home almost immediately… and Elizaveta would be happy. That was one thing, right? As of late she had stopped showing that much interest in their relationship and would often laugh at him instead, ridiculing his obedience and determination to behave "proper."

"Do you have a license?" He finally asked.

"Ja, I got it two years ago."

"Two years ago?" The Austrian repeated in surprise. What, did he forge it or something?

"Yup," Gilbert grinned. "I'm twenty years old and this is my third year of senior year in highschool."

~(^-^)~

Cars, buildings, and even the other highschoolers walking home, all became a blur after Gilbert slammed his foot down onto the accelerator and sped down the street. Roderich gripped tightly onto the edge of his seat, fearing for his life, as the wind picked up and blew strands of brunette hair into his face.

"G-Gilbert? Could you please slow down?" He asked hesitantly. To his dismay, the albino simply laughed.

"Why? Isn't this great?"

"I think we've gone past the speed limit…"

"What makes you say that?"

Roderich gulped, unsure how exactly to phrase the words on his mind, not that he cared about the idiot sitting next to him. (Why on earth would he, after all?) Instead, he was concerned about Elizaveta who was sitting obediently behind them. What would she think if she heard? Elizaveta had always been tough, but he knew that she'd panic if she knew what exactly was behind them…

Still, he needed to tell the Prussian about this before they crashed.

"There's a police car chasing us," He finally managed to reply. And just at that moment, as if waiting for his words to cue them in, the loud police sirens went off.

"Schiesse! Roddy, why didn't you say so sooner?" Gilbert cursed before hitting on the gas pedal and suddenly swerving onto the highway, rather than the street the two lived on. More and more wind kept rushing past the Austrian's face, sweeping all of his hair passed his ears in a horrid mess.

"Gilbert, slow down!"

"Chill out Roderich!" Elizaveta replied, her voice an excited giggle that made it seem as if the three were all on a rollercoaster rather than a speeding run-down car. The surprised Austrian turned around to see his fiancé screaming in joy with her hands in the air and lightly colored brunette hair flying everywhere.

A soft smile spread slowly over his lips at the sight of her. It had been truly been such a long time since he last saw his girl friend so happy.

"So Gilbert… how long is this going to take now?" He asked, upon facing the front once more.

"Gee Roddy, I don't know… About an hour to lose the cops and I think the next exit where I can u-turn us around is… maybe a few more hours away? Add that to the time it will take to drive back, which is another few hours. .." The albino smirked, his already messed up silver hair flying in the wind. "Hope you didn't get too much homework to do, tonight."

~(^-^)~

When they finally made it back into town, the sun had already gone down. The deep dark blackness engulfing the neighborhood was barely made better by the worn out street lights. Elizaveta however, didn't seem to mind all of this as she jumped out of the car and gave a cry of victory.

"That was amazing Gilbert," she beamed. "I've never done anything this cool before in my life! We should definitely try to hang out some time on the weekend and do this again. I can't wait until I get a car. Maybe we could race or something?"

"Sure, but I'd probably beat you," Gilbert laughed. "I've been racing over these roads for the past two years and nobody has ever beaten me. Not even the cops."

"Well then, I guess that's going to change when my car and I hit the road!"

Gilbert couldn't help but smirk at this remark as the girl grabbed her backpack and raced up to the small marble mansion she lived. There was no way that some newbie could beat him. He was just too awesome.

"Elizaveta! Do you want me to walk you to the door?" Roderich asked suddenly, much to the other two's amusement.

"I'm already at the door," The Hungarian girl replied with a sigh as she dug through her pockets for the key to the house. Oh her boyfriend… He could be so ridiculous at times. With that final thought, she found the key and slipped into her house leaving the two boys alone with nobody but each other and the darkness between them.

~(^-^)~

"Well, here you are," The Prussian finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the almost eternal silence between them. The ride to his house, now that Elizaveta had left, had been so unnaturally quiet. In truth, he wasn't used to such a long period of silence. It scared him. Should he say something? He wanted to say something. Just watching the brunette undo his seat belt before getting up to leave was unbearable. He had to say something. But what? What could he say to stop the other from leaving?

"Wait!" The word came out in a rush. He wouldn't even be able to say for certain if he actually said it or not if it weren't for Roderich turning around to face him, violet eyes boring into his crimson ones. He missed those eyes. He really really missed the way they always held so much emotion and the way their pale purple color just looked. It was so beautiful, he couldn't describe it. Nor did he think that he would ever be capable of.

"What?"

So many ways to respond swarmed his head. What to say? What to say? He wanted oh-so desperately to tell the boy before him how much he had been missed, how different everyday was without him. He wanted to say that each day felt like torture without him and that he needed him. But, what he truly wanted to say was 'I love you' before going for one soft sweet kiss…

"Nothing," He hastily replied, despite everything that he wanted to say. "It's nothing."

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