Your face hit the table, hard. You groaned softly, trying to push away the pounding music.

You were in college, studying to become a journalist. Your friend dragged you from your hole of a home and exposed you to new things that you might like.

Right now you wanted to go back to your hole.

"Kesesese~Looks like zhis Kätzchen iz bored~" said a voice.

You looked up at the speaker to see a German, albino man wearing a familiar red hoodie. No, he wasn't albino. His hair only looked white. It was like a pale-ish blonde. He had that eye thingy. Heterchromia iridium.

"Whatz up Kätzchen?" he smiled. "Zhe name iz Gilbert, fräulein."

You muttered softly, "Must not be drunk enough."

You then composed yourself for a second before smiling, batting your eyes at the German.

"Could you please fuck off~?"

"Oh it is you _______," he said, slightly surprised.

"What, you seriously didn't recognize me?!" you asked.

"Nein."

The Germ-Excuse you, Prussian had stepped too many times on your toes. He somehow was either a.) already at the place you were going or b.) arrive short after.

Whenever you saw him, you would always have a pointless conversation about nothing with him.

You sighed, "For some reason, I kind of doubt that."

You stood up, "Well I'm going to leave with my drunken friend who is currently grinding against a biker guy. See ya Gil."

You grabbed your friend and pulled her off the dance floor.

"B-But I haven't forgotten about Roderich yet!" she cried. Tears leaked down her face as you pulled her from the club.

"Come on, Eliza, let's go get you a gallon of rocky road. You can stay at my place, in the mean time," you said, pushing her into the taxi.

You didn't like the city really, but it had its perks. You stroked Eliza's hair softly and asked the cab driver to wait for a second as you ran into the corner store. You grabbed the ice cream and paid. When you walked out, you thought you saw a familiar hoodie across the road, but a cab blocked your vision.

You got back into the taxi and he drove to your address.

You helped the sobbing Eliza stumble up the stairs of the apartment complex. You opened the door and watched as she fell onto the couch. You grabbed a spoon and handed her the entire gallon.

"Can ve vatch Zhe Notebook?" she asked innocently.

You nodded and pulled the DVD from the shelf.

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You had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, shortly after Elizabeta had finished the gallon and was in a sticky mess on the floor.

You felt your eyes flutter open and sat up on the couch. The movie credits were rolling.

Suddenly, you were pulled back on the couch.

You froze as a familiar voice said, "Shh....Don't move...."

A hand moved around your waist and you couldn't say anything as kisses were placed against your shoulder and neck.

"Fräulein...Jou shouldn't lead me on like zhat..."

You let out a choked cry as Gilbert's hand wrapped around you neck. Tears flooded into your eyes.

"I seriously zhought zhat you vere interested in me...." he laughed defeatedly.

He whispered in your ear, "Jou still have me zhough... You have me by my heart _______..."

Gilbert moved on top of you, pushing your neck into the couch, and pressing your stomach down. His red-pink eyes narrowed, "Vhat is wrong vith jou ________...I love you..."

"G-Gil, p-please-"

"VHAT IS WRONG VITH JOU?! VHY DON'T JOU LOVE ME?!"

His eyes were filled with pain. You couldn't say anything as he said, "I don't care anymore...I don't care if jou don't love me..."

You tried to scream as his grip tightened around your neck.

"Even if jou don't love me....Jou von't be able to love anyone else..."