AN: Short and late chapter OTL

Grey: You're in the IB program? Trust me I want to~ I don't know who those people are, but yes. I would like to see that.
Aw, what do you have against england?
I'm trying to get to it as fast as I can, I promise!
No, I won't :D
Trust me, it does *not* offend me. -eyebrow waggle- I keep meaning to make an m fic, but I'm too cowardly. Maybe later.
LuxLiech... I'll do that sometime.
PSH NO. I'm making everything about the high school beside the classes up. My school is a boring one building school without any dorms. Thank you though~
I was originally going to have skhk and rochu, but I'm considering Russia x S. Korea. Which do you think?
I already have some egypt x turkey and giripan planned, but they don't really show up much anyway.
I don't hate you~ -hugs back-
Idk what CAS hours are... I think they're what SSL hours are to me ^^
I'm Indian? What? I'm not there yet, plus because I'm taking two languages I have no free space in my schedule. In junior year maybe...
Long reply e.e

Kokyou Konran: I actually just wanted to put the line "You are the most dense bag of nutmeg I have ever met!" in there. But thank you ;xAx.
You don't want to. I wasn't lying when I said it stinked.

WARNING: THIS SHORT CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN IN A WEIRD STYLE WHILE UNDER STRESS FROM FINALS AND QUITE POSSIBLY INTOXICATION BY THE MOLD GROWING IN MY ROOM. DO NOT EXPECT MUCH OF IT.

Disclaimer: No poseo nada de la serie Hetalia.

Enjoy!

"I find it quite impressive of you to have made friends so quickly. You used to be so shy."

Vash turned to Roderich, who was seated across from him at the small café table. "I've never been shy."

"I didn't want to say anti-social."

Vash narrowed his eyes, huffing at his sister's snicker. "Why did you bring it up anyway?"

"You know Ludwig," Roderich said, reaching for his bag, which was not a purse.

Vash nodded, "He's in a few of my classes, and he's at my room because of Feliciano often."

"That seems about right." Roderich pulled out two small slips of paper, "Well, his birthdays this Sunday, and Feliciano and I were planning something for him and he suggested I invite you."

Lili took both the invitations, gasping a bit at the very realistic renaissance like pictures hand drawn on them.

"I see."

Lili looked up from the papers, smiling up at her brother, "Can we go?" she asked sweetly, deciding not to voice her hopes for a certain Icelandic boys presence at the event.

Vash squirmed in his seat for a few moments before crumbling to his sister's plea. "Fine."

"I'll tell him that then." Roderich pushed his glasses up his nose, smiling lightly.

"This Sunday then? Where?" Lili inquired, slipping the invitation into her bag.

"Gilbert and my dorm."

Vash nodded again, rising from his seat and signaling for his sister to follow him. "We'll see you then."

Roderich waited till they were out of sight before heaving a sigh and collapsing his head into his hands. "Well that went pretty well." He stayed in that position for a few seconds before a realization came to him.

"… Am I paying?"

Ludwig smiled awkwardly in the middle of the party, which despite being for him, involved most of the high school, probably invited by his Italian boyfriend. He lightly blushed at the word, still not used to calling Feliciano by the term. They had only been officially going out for a few days, but Ludwig had felt something for him for much longer.

"Luddy! Luddy!" He heard the aforementioned sophomore call, "Look at who just came!"

Ludwig faced Feliciano, seeing a disgruntled Vash and excited Lili being dragged by his boyfriend towards Ludwig.

"H-Happy Birthday Ludwig."

"Happy Birthday Ludwig!"

He smiled politely, greeting them in turn. Eventually Feli dragged them off to the kitchen, most likely to discuss pasta. So, he went back smiling awkwardly in the middle of the party.

Gilbert wasn't entirely sure when the alcohol got in. Now normally, he would know exactly when, because normally, he was the one that brought it, but this time, it was some fancy champagne that you had to drink by the glass and savor the taste of.

Stupid Spaniard.

The main reason he had a problem with champagne rather than beer was that opposite to most, he could drink bottle after bottle of beer and not get drunk. Champagne got to his head. Must be the bubbles.

So he wasn't entirely sure how the alcohol got in, but he certainly didn't mind. He loved this type of drunk. Not really drunk, rather buzzed. Everything was a bit fuzzy, and his head had begun to feel like there was a second heart throbbing in it. He had been thinking of Roderich again, only not really. He had been trying to think like him.

He supposed he was a bit attractive. He could tell how silky his hair was, it was mid-length, blonde, and it always had that messy appearance. Gilbert wondered if the Swiss just woke up and patted down his hair. He didn't seem the type to style it.

"Gil!" he heard Francis call from across the room. He realized he had been in a daze for the past few minutes, and he snapped out of it, putting on his signature grin.

"Francis! Toni!"

Antonio turned at his nickname, allowing the Italian in his grip to escape, and waved to the Prussian. "Come over here! We have a betting pool!"

Gilbert brightened, leaping to the other side of the room and looping an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Kesesese, betting pool on what though?"

Francis smirked, "Just watch."

He looked to where the Frenchman was watching, and came upon the sight of Arthur and Alfred sitting awkwardly next to each other on the couch, looking purposefully away from each other.

"Two hours."

Francis smirked and nodded, his hand open for the twenty bucks Gilbert had forked over.

As they watched and waited, Gilbert's mind began to stray back. Nice eyes too. He'd always been fond of green. That was one of the reasons his crush on Roderich had come as a surprise.

Suddenly there was a lengthy oh from Francis and Antonio, and he turned to see the nervous couple had finally left, Alfred pulling Arthur lightly out the room, most likely to the Brit's room on the same level.

"Fusoso~ one hour, pay up."

Gilbert groaned and Francis sighed dramatically, but handed over the grand total of eighty dollars. Forty of which were Antonio's in the first place.

He frowned at the money but pocketed it all the same, muttering, "You're both so cheap."

So maybe he had nice eyes. And silky hair. And pale skin.

Gilbert had all those things, only more so!

Maybe he'd had too much champagne.

Why else would he be walking over to where the Swiss was grabbing his coat, preparing to leave?

"Oh god. How much champagne did you drink anyway? And why do I have to walk you back?"

"I've n'idea wha' ya mean." Gilbert slurred, clapping Vash on the back. "And yer not takin' me back. Yer takin' me to. I'm leavin' my room."

Vash frowned, realizing the other was correct. "Where am I supposed to be taking you then?"

"I'll jus' crash at yer place. Feli'll probably stay wit west." Gilbert replied, an out-of-place smirk on his face.

Vash frowned, saying, "How did you come up with 'West' anyway?"

Gilbert threw his hands out in front of him, as if to tell an epic tale, "Well, you know how we grew up separately and all,"

"Yeah."

"Right well, he grew up ov' in west Germany, and I 'as in east Germany, until I moved over here o' course, so I just kinda called him that."

"That is the stupidest reason I have ever heard." Vash retorted bluntly, pinching the arm Gilbert had snuck over his shoulder.

"I was six. What'd you expect?" Gilbert groaned.

"Well you've gained ten years and yet haven't matured. I don't know what I was expecting, really."

They arrived at Vash's door a few seconds later, Vash fumbling to get the key before entering.

"Hey, why's your room so dull?"

"Your speech is getting clearer. You must be sobering up." Vash responded, ignoring the original question.

Gilbert grinned and fell back onto the bed, downy blankets puffing around him. "Nah. I anything I'd say I'm getting drunker."

"You get politer the drunker you get?"

"Well they do say states of inebriation bring about addled mindsets." Gilbert replied, looking lazily at the pictures of his brother that surrounded the bed.

Vash's eyebrows shot into the air, and he took a second to look at the resting Prussian before remarking, "Self-aware and intellectual. I daresay we have multiple personalities."

Gilbert shot up in the bed, full on grinning at the now cautious Swiss. "Be happy I'm like this Switz. Normally I'd be flirting with everyone in sight."

"I suppose you realized as I was the only one in sight, the results would be futile."

Vash wasn't entirely certain how Gilbert had gotten off the bed and next to him so quickly, but all he was really sure about was that there was a hand on his back, lazily stroking up and down that shouldn't be there.

And another was cupping his chin, causing him to look up at glinting red eyes that were much too close.

Gilbert leaned in, his mouth passing dangerously close to places it should not be dangerously close to, before resting near his ear, where he whispered in deep tone, a hint of something not so polite underneath, "Are you sure about that?"

Vash couldn't suppress the shudder that ran up his spine, that he convinced himself was purely from disgust, before he pushed the intoxicated albino off him, stammering, "Y-yes! I'm absolutely certain!"

Gilbert smirked dangerously from his landing place on the bed before pulling himself up and strutting into the bathroom. "Well if you're so certain, I'm not going to persist."

"I don't think I like an intellectual you." Vash muttered, staring stupidly where the Prussian had been seconds ago. Though if anything saying this only made him realize he must like the normal Gilbert at least an ounce. "No!" he growled, pacing around the room. "I don't like him at all! That must mean I like the drunk him even less than the normal him, that's all!"

"Dude. I'm going to sleep. Could you think in your head?"

Vash snapped around, coming across Gilbert sitting on his roommate's bed, looking at him dubiously. "Trust me, this is interesting an' all, but I have history first block and Ms. Hassan's a total bitch about being late. Night."

Vash stared wide-eyed at him for a few more seconds before shuffling to his bed and setting himself in it, turning of the light before murmuring "Good Night."

There was a little piece of fraying paint on the corner of Gilbert's room. Whenever he woke up he would watch it for a few minutes before either pulling himself up or, more likely, getting shoved out of bed by the frequently room-crashing Hungarian woman.

So when he found himself sans piece of fraying paint, he was quite understandably confused.

"Wha?" he gurgled, a wave of nausea and pink pricks in his head overwhelming him. He stumbled out of the bed, grumbling as he moved.

"You're finally up?"

He swing his head to face the blond standing in front of him.

"West?"

Ludwig sighed, rubbing his temple before nodding slowly, "Yeah. Come on, we'll be late for school."

"Where'd Switz go?" Gilbert asked, pouring some tap water into a plastic cup.

"He left earlier with Feli when we came by to pick up his stuff."

"Hm." a swish of the lukewarm water. "Bad idea to have a party on Sunday."

Ludwig's eyes narrowed and he shouldered his bag, "It wasn't supposed to have any alcohol. You realize Lars is going to be completely pissed about this."

"Lars already got pissed. In a different sense of the term, of course." Gilbert retorted with a chuckle. "I'll go right after I pick up my stuff from my room."

"Tell Vash you're sorry by the way." he added before leaving the room.

Gilbert nodded, not entirely sure what he was supposed to be sorry about, figuring his younger brother knew better than him. "Awesome."

Yes, I am very aware that this chapter is odd.

But... It's the weekend so that means faster updates o7o

Moving on~

Netherlands (Lars) = Senior

Germany's birthday is October third, and I was going by 2010 time, so yeah, it would've been on a Sunday.

Review and questions, comments or suggestioooooooons~