Author's Note: Ha-ha! God do I love reviews! And I'm introducing a new character in here from another show that's not Black butler, Baccano, or FMA. Can you guess?

Okay, for a response to SpicyItalianRomano (and to most of you wondering): I update so quickly because I tend to stay up till 3 IN THE MORNING in order to finish a chapter for you guys. IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU and I'm very devote to you all. So yes. I don't stop till I finish a chapter, no matter how long it takes. Even if you guys don't like them. So that's how I do it!

By the time Gilbert arrived back at school, first block was almost over. He walked into the hallway, picking up his book bag that he dropped as well as Valentin's things that still lay scattered on the floor, covered in glitter. With a sigh, he shook them off and put them in his own bag, folding up the messenger bag, so that he could take them to Vali later. He slammed the still open locker shut, glitter flying, and he walked to his English class. "Mr. Beilschmidt, you're-" Mr. Michaelis began, head turning to see the late arrival, being cut off by the student raising his hand. "Don't say it, I know. Und I know you want me to stay after again, Ja, ja." Gil rolled his eyes, walking to his seat and flopping down in it. "Well, don't stop just cause I'm here." he said, leaning back in seat. Mr. Michaelis sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before turning back to the chalk board to continue with his lesson.

The bell rang and every one packed up and left, Gilbert trying to sneak out with the mob of students, only to be grabbed by the arm by his English teacher. "Would you mind telling me why you were so late coming to my class?" Mr. Michaelis asked, irritated, putting his hands on his hips. "Mr. Michaelis, I'm going to be straight with you, I know you're going to tell my dad, and even if you don't, he's going to find some reason to yell at me and make me stay in my room all night, or kick me out again. So, why don't you just save the lecture for after school, Ja?" And with that, Gilbert turned away to his next class of Biology with a sadistic Dr. Takashima. This was one of the only classes he actually tried to excel in. He desperately wanted to become a doctor to prove to his father that he was worth something, that he could be someone successful. That and he was interested in the profession. The rest of the day, Gilbert couldn't shake Valentin from his mind. Couldn't shake the image of the crying, humiliated blonde. He felt terrible for what had happened to him, he just wanted to hold the Romanian until he smiled again. Thinking that made Gilbert grin himself. "What are you smiling at?" Francis asked, looking at his friend with a questioning expression. The three of them were at lunch, and Gilbert had been tuning out everything his friends were saying. "Huh? Oh, no reason. What were you saying?" Francis rolled his eyes. "We were wondering if you were gonna sneak out and come with us to that new night club this weekend?" Antonio informed, looking up only momentarily from his cell phone, on which he was rapidly texting. "Who the hell are you texting?" Gil asked with strange look. "Lovi~" Both the German and Frenchman rolled their eyes at the Spaniard. "Should have guessed."

"So are you or not? We can't exactly be The Bad Touch Trio with out our pervert." Francis said shaking his head slightly, looking straight at Gilbert across from him. "Sure. I mean, I'm always going to be grounded, so what's the worst he can do?" was the German accented response as Gil picked up his fork and took a bite of his lunch. "You guys are gonna have to meet me somewhere though because I don't know where the club is. And I'll have to find my fake ID."

"Bon, you're going to need it. They have great drinks there. Even this one called the 'White Lily". It's a mixture of all kinds of alcohol! I've 'eard it was amazing, but they only allow you one. And they 'ave these stupid little purple slips that the bartender's punch holes in when ever you buy a drink." Antonio giggled at one of his messages. Gilbert looked at Francis with a questioning look, "Why?" Francis shrugged, "To limit your alcohol intake I guess. It's not that bad of an idea. I suppose that it's to prevent lawsuits or something, I don't know. You're going to love the place thought, it's amazing!" The blonde Frenchman bragged, Gilbert just nodded, tuning him out.

The day finally ended with no sign of the three that had humiliated Valentin. Gilbert was upset that he didn't to confront the trio, but glad that he didn't see them. He was headed to detention with Mr. Michaelis, again, only to see him locking his door and turning to leave, halting abruptly when he saw his student. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Where are you going?" Mr. Michaelis blinked a few times before replying, "I… have some tutoring to catch up on. You're free for today." Gil smirked at this. "Tutoring? With that Phantomhive kid again? Sir, what you two do isn't tutoring, it's very unethical." The raven haired man blushed, swallowing. "What are you talking about?" Gilbert scoffed. "Listen I don't like to play dirty too often, I know what you two do. A lot of us do. So, if you don't tell my dad about my tardiness today, then I wont tell Mr. Braginksy, the principle, about your 'tutoring'. Deal?" Mr. Michaelis glared at his student, straightening his dark suit jacket with a huff. "Deal." The teacher offered a hand and the student shook it, confirming their deal. The teacher then walked off down the hall when Gil got a text from his little brother.

From: West

Going to Feli's house, told Vati, don't get in trouble.

Sorry about yesterday.

Time: 2:50 pm Sept.28, 2012

Gilbert sighed and put his phone away into his red jacket pocket. He turned around and left the building, heading towards Valentin's house. To return his things of course. He did have some time to kill, since he didn't have to pick up his brother and Valentin didn't live that far away from him.

Gilbert stood outside the gate to Valentin's house like he had been for the past half hour. He wanted to go up and knock on the door, but he was too nervous. Just something about seeing your crush anywhere other than school, and being at their house could be a little nerve-wracking. Talking a deep breath, Gilbert pushed open the wrought iron gate and made his way down the walk way, up the few steps and to the deep red front door. The color reminded him of Valentin's eyes. Oh, those red orbs were so captivating, the German could stare into them for hours. He shook his head. He barely knew him and he's already feeling this way! Taking another deep breath, Gilbert hesitantly knocked on the door. He could hear footsteps from inside and then the door opened, revealing a surprised and timid Romanian. "G-Gilbert. What are you doing here?" He asked, opening the door only slightly, leaning his chest into the inside of the door frame and gripping the door. "I have your things" Gil replied, quickly taking his book bag off and unzipping it, producing a math text book and Valentin's messenger bag, handing them to the blonde. Valentin smiled and took them. "Thank you. I was a little worried someone would pick them up and I wouldn't get them back. Thanks." Gilbert smiled back and gave a nod. He then made a turn to leave when he was stopped by Valentin's words, "You've been so kind to me." He turned around. "Why?" Gil looked down, trying to think of a way to answer that. He couldn't exactly tell him he had a crush on him. How awkward would that be? He didn't even know if he was gay or not. It could ruin the relationship they didn't yet have. One that Gilbert wanted. "I-I told you. I know was it's like to be bullied." he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "und, I-uhm…I should get going." He then turned and rushed down the steps, and through the gate, sprinting down the street and rounding a corner. "But-" Valentin began, but it was too late and the other boy was out of sight. With a sigh, Valentin looked down at his belongings, hugging them close, before going back inside. He decided to throw his bag into the wash with his other clothes to try and remove the glitter. He didn't want to sparkle like a Twilight vampire. Again. Closing the washer door, Valentin stood up, resting his head in his hand on top of the machine, thinking. That German boy certainly was something, wasn't he? He was nice and considerate, and generous. And oh my, was he gorgeous. Those eyes, the accent, that smile…. Before Valentin realized it, he was slipping off the washer, slight drool running down the corner of his mouth. With wide eyes, it was too late, and he landed with his face in the ground, butt in the air. He pushed himself up as quickly as he fell, and shook his head. How could he be thinking like that? He barely even knew the kid!

With a sigh, Valentin stood up rubbing his face. Oh that's right! He had magic club tonight! He quickly reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his red phone. Great! He still had time! They were having the meeting at Arthur's house tonight and he had 15 minuets to get there.

Gilbert, on the other hand, had stopped running the moment he rounded the corner. He stopped, large squared hedges hiding him, and bent over to catch his breath. Man, what is up with him? Why'd he run like that? Totally not awesome. And that nervous stuttering? Definitely not awesome! Breathing back to normal, he stood up straight and continued home. Was that Mr. Väinämöinen in the yard next to Valentin's house?

Upon entering his house he was met with a not so pleased father. "Vati, you're home early." Gilbert stuttered. "You're home late. I'm on time, unlike you, who never seems to be. Detention again?" Gilbert shook his head, "Nein, sir. Not today. I, had to return some things to someone." His father crossed his arms, "Things you stole?" Again, Gilbert shook his head, Gott he hated it when his father assumed things. "Nein, sir." His father's eye's narrowed dangerously. "I'm telling the truth! I'm even going to do my homework tonight!" the boy defended. Please, oh please, just this once let him go by. Just this once say, 'Okay son.' "There's no point. You're not going to get any of it right. How many times do I have to tell you, Ludwig is going to be the successful one. I mean just look at him! Und look at you. The school year's barely begun, und you're already failing most of your classes. My son knows what he's doing, but you, you just go around like the world is your sand box! Well it's not Gilbert! I know that there is no use in trying to straighten you out, you'll just fail und give up like you do everything else. Sometimes I don't even know why I bother." He shook his head and turned away, into the kitchen. Gilbert just stood there, soaking up all the hate filled words. He didn't even refer to Gilbert as his son, only Ludwig. Gil loved his little brother, but sometimes….sometimes he hated him. Hated him because he got to be loved by their father, praised by their father. He even looked like him. Gilbert moped his way to the basement door in the hallway, down to his room. He wasn't even allowed a room upstairs, can you believe it?

Throwing his book bag onto the floor after entering his room, Gil closed the door and walked to his bird's cage. "Hey, buddy." he whispered, unlatching the brass barred door and sticking his finger inside for his feathery friend to hop on to. Taking him out, he held Gilbird at eye-level, perched on his finger. "How are ya? Did you hear anything from upstairs?" Chirp! "Gute (good), I'm glad. I just wish I didn't either. Let me tell you what happened today…"

The next day at lunch, Valentin sat down at the table with his friends a little apprehensively. Neither Eliza, nor Alfred, nor Sadiq had tried to harm him at all today, and he was a little wary of it. He knew something was going to happen, but he just didn't know when, and it put him on edge. "Valentin? Are you alright? You seem a little.." Arthur began, "Out of it." Lukas supplied. Vali looked at his friends before forcing a small smile, "Da, just…" he looked around the lunch room, spotting the evil trio laughing it up at a table some ways away, then Gilbert with his own friends laughing as well. Vali could hear him laughing over the chatter of the other students and it brought a smile to his face. Reaching around his tray blindly, searching for his utensil, when his thumb brushed his food instead. Looking back down at the tray, he noticed that had forgotten his silverware. "Oh, I forgot my silverware, I'll be right back." he told his friends, getting up and making his way across the lunch room to retrieve his utensils, sucking the food from his thumb as he went. "Valentin's acting a bit weird isn't he?" Arthur asked Lukas who simply nodded. Valentin had almost made it to the utensils when he found it hard to breath. He stopped dead in his tracks, gasping for air. A few students looked over at him, but paid no mind. He was choking on nothing; throat closing up, he continued to gasp and cough. Valentin's face began to turn red, hands flying up to his throat. No. No this cant be happening. Why! He asked the lunch staff if any of the lunch today had it as an ingredient, they said no, so then how- Valentin fell to his knees, desperately trying to breath, knowing that if someone didn't help him soon, he would die.

"What's happening over there?" Antonio asked, finally looking up from his cell phone. Gilbert and Francis looked behind them in the indicated direction, Gil's eyes widening in panic. Valentin was hunched over, on his hands and knees on the floor choking, people gathering around to gawk. Gilbert darted up from his seat and rushed over to the defenseless Romanian. Kneeling beside him, he put a hand on his back and the other on the arm the boy used to hold himself up. "Valentin! Valentin, can you speak?" The boy shook his head frantically. "Are you choking?" Again he shook his head. "Are you allergic to something?" Gil's questions firing out rapidly. Valentin nodded his head furiously as he continued to get in little air. He was going to pass out soon, he knew it. The blonde's eyes began to water with fear, tear drops plopping on the linoleum floor. The next thing he knew was that he was being lifted up and his surroundings passing by quickly. Gilbert had picked him up and was on his way to rushing him to the nurse's office. By the time they got there, Valentin was quickly fading in and out of consciousness, unable to breathe or swallow. He was truly terrified, clinging onto Gilbert with all he had left. They were met by the nurse who quickly took the suffering boy into another room to do what she could. Gilbert could only stand there in disbelief. All he knew was that he was scared for Valentin. With a breath, he turned to take a seat. He was going to wait all day and night if he had to, he just wanted to know if Vali would be okay. Gilbert began to think, putting all the symptoms and actions together, realizing that it was all due to an allergy, like Valentin had motioned he had, but a specific one Gilbert had read about.

Author's Note: Aaaahhh Naah! I just did that. This and the GLITTERSLPOSION! Ideas are SpicyItalianRomano's so, yes , I forgot to say it last time, Sorry! So yeap. Um, Oooh suspense! Is Vali gonna be okay? I actually started to write what happens after this incident as apart of this chapter, but then I'm like nah, so It'll be in the next chapter. I also just noticed, that I put Sebastian in here a lot. Why no one else? Y NO GRELL? Eh. Maybe later. It is currently 3:35 am. WHAT DID I TELL YOU? I STAY UP LATE FOR YOU GUYS! It's because I love you ^~^. Um, so yea, just review and keep reading'. Catch ya later!