The final decision!
What on earth will Gilbert do?
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The two had barely exchanged a glance before Matthew stood up, kicked Alfred under the table and made a series of weird gestures only his boyfriend seemed to get. In a flash, Elizaveta had been thrown over the Canadian's shoulder, and Alfred dragged Gilbert out behind them. For a moment, the Hungarian was too stunned to react (she really had to stop forgetting the guy was the same build as Alfred), then she started writhing and kicking. "Hey! Matthew! Stop it!" "Sure." Matthew said, dumping her unceremoniously on the tiles of the main hall. As she yelped in pain, he winced and started apologising, only to be dragged away by Alfred. "...Sorry about that, eh?" "Yeah, yeah, she knows you're soorry aboot that, now let's go." "Alfred!"
The doors to the cafeteria slammed shut. The Hungarian swore under her breath as she pushed herself up, wincing. "Isten...Never trust a North American." Gilbert gave a brief "ha!" as he rubbed his arm where Alfred had clenched it. Their eyes met, and suddenly it became awkward again.
One of Elizaveta's last coherent thoughts was: "Oh, fuck, he's right in front of me." and then her brain went overdrive.
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In the moment of growing silence, as Elizaveta rubbed at some dirt on her cheek, Gilbert was rendered hyper aware of two things: firstly, he really, really liked Elizaveta Hedervary, also known as the nation of Hungary; and secondly, he had to act quickly.
In a flash his military mind had sorted his options into four major categories, which went something like this:
a) The funny option: Tell her you won't go to prom after all, if she's the only option left. Watch her face.
b) The..romantic option (?): Do something totally romantic and impress her.
c)The casual option: Ask her to go as friends.
d) The awesome option: Be awesome.
The first one was quickly rejected. Though Gilbert had to admit he could be somewhat of an ass, he wasn't that bad; and besides he didn't want to lose her friendship again. The second one was also pushed away. Gilbert did want to impress her, yes, and maybe he did want to show her he was just as good as Roderich-but the point was that he and Elizaveta had always been honest with each other, and he wasn't about to start pretending to be something he wasn't.
Gilbert hesitated for a while about the last two. Of course the casual option would be the safe option, but...In the end, he only really had one option.
In the minute of reflection, the silence had grown even more awkward, and when Elizaveta cleared her throat, fidgeting, Gilbert chose the awesome option. Letting his heart do the thinking for once, he swooped in, grabbed her face, and-
-kissed her.
...
She kissed back.
There and then, the ex-Prussian empire decided that this was, without question, the best fucking moment of his entire life.
(Though admittedly the moment when they stopped and realized the whole school was gaping at them was pretty damn awesome too.)
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Hands up those who thought this was going to happen (^v^;)
Yeah, yeah, cliché and short, but I liked it.
Anyway, next chapter is the last chapter! Idea box is open for events that can happen at the prom!
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