"Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a bit, Ludwig." You said to the tall blonde who was helping put your bags in one of the guest rooms.
"It's fine ____. It's the least I could do since Feliciano burned your house down." He said as the last of your stuff were finally put in the drawers.
You sighed. "Yeah, rebuilding my house will take a while. No one got hurt, and that's good."
He nodded. Looking at the clock, which was a whole four hours ahead of your time zone, you saw it was already 8 o'clock. Suddenly your stomach rumbled, causing you to be tinted pink with slight embarrassment.
"Don't worry _____. I have some leftover wurst if you would like." He said as he led you to the kitchen where eight sausages laid on a plate. "After that I'm going to get some rest."
After having some dinner, you said goodnight to Ludwig who was going to sleep. Unlike him though, you were completely wide awake. As you rolled around in your bed. Then very faintly, you heard music come from the air vents in the basement. Curious, you found yourself sneaking out of your room and down to the basement. As you got closer, you could hear someone talking to them self.
"Another Awesome Entry by the Awesome Me, number 425. Today the Awesome Me tried my bruder's wurst with some of Matheui's maple syrup and it was AWESOME! Well not as awesome as me of course!" A man said as you heard the sound of a camera flash. Peeking in a bit, you saw the man who had white hair and ruby eyes in front of a computer. As you debated whether to introduce yourself or not, a yellow chick flew in your hair that made you fall down in surprise. Trying to get back on your feet and leave, the door opened revealing a confused man.
"Who the hell are you?" He said as the chick finally flew off your head and on to the man's shoulder. You could hear a detectable German accent in his speech.
"Uh hi, I'm ____. Who are you?" You asked as he helped you up.
"My name's Gilbert. I guess you're friends with my brother West if he's letting you stay here."
"Yeah, except that's not the reason I'm staying here." You began to say. "Feliciano burned my house down so Ludwig let me stay here for a while until its rebuilt."
"Wow, that must suck for you. Well do you want to hang out here then? You can keep me company." He asked you as the yellow chick flew back into his room. You shrugged your shoulders.
"Sure, I've got nothing better to do." You responded as he brought you into his room. As you looked around, the small bird flew right onto your right shoulder.
"By the way, what's this little guy's name?" You asked as you pet the chick's small head.
"Gilbird." He said, making you rolling your eyes.
"Seriously. Gilbird? Of all names, you named him after yourself?"
"What? It's an awesome name!" He exclaimed, making Gilbird chirp. You laughed. You had to admit, he seemed to be fun to hang around with.
Sneaking down again tonight for the who-knows-what time that month, both of you were completely bored out your minds within the first hour.
"____, what do you want to do tonight?" He asked as his body was sitting upside down on the bed. Looking at him from the spinning chair, you thought of an idea.
"How about today we play a game?" You recommended.
"Like what?" He asked, giving some curiosity.
"I don't know, any game really."
"You know we can't do anything that might wake West up." He said matter-of-factly. You groaned.
"Hmm..." You thought as you looked around the room. In the corner of the room, you spied a small mini refrigerator.
"Hey Gilbert, what's in there?" You asked, pointing to the white cube.
"My secret beer stash. Why?"
You grinned. "How about a beer drinking contest?"
His eyes lit up. "I like that idea. But you could never beat me."
"Oh please, it's so obvious you can't hold it down." You said sarcastically.
Suddenly, he stood up and a glint in his eye soon appeared.
"Now it's personal. Let me just show you to not question the power of my awesomeness." He responded, grabbing a couple beers from the small fridge near his bed.
Okay, this may not have been my best idea. You thought as the two of you woke up, feeling the pounding of a headache within your skull.
"Shit ____, you aren't half bad." Gilbert said as he got up from covers of his bed. While sitting in his computer chair, you saw around your feet that there were tons beer bottles and broken glass everywhere.
"God, how are we going to clean this up without cutting ourselves?" You asked as big and small shards were poking some of your skin. As if by magic, Gilbert suddenly had a broom within his hands.
"I've got this _____. Just don't fall on your ass when you get up." He taunted as he swept some of the shards near the bed. And as you tried to sit up, some mysterious force made your foot slip right from under you and made you fall on your hands and knees.
"Ouch, that hurts!" You exclaimed as the glass dug deep within your skin. Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed you from behind and lifted you into the bed.
"Didn't I tell you to not fall on your ass?" He said as he dropped the broom and lifted you up from the floor and put you on the bed. "Now just give me a second."
Grabbing the broom again, he started cleaning the last of the shards. Feeling the awful thumping in your head and sharp glass in your leg, you were feeling pretty crappy. After a while, you saw that Gilbert had grabbed some bandages and disinfectants and started cleaning off your knee. Luckily, it seemed there was nothing worse than a couple scratches on your leg. You were relieved as he stood up and left to the bathroom. When he came back, an aspirin and a glass of water was in his hands.
"Oh, the irony." You said to him as you grabbed the glass and aspirin and downed them in one sitting. Your head was already starting to feel to steady as you got up from his bed. "By the way, who won the drinking contest?"
"Obviously me, of course." He said, his cockiness somehow still intact from the hangover. "I'm too awesome to lose when it comes to beer."
"Yeah right, you lost consciousness before I even had my twelfth one." You said back. Your hangover could handle you holding on to your pride.
He rolled his eyes. "Pffft. Don't lie to yourself. Your just jealous that you couldn't beat me. It's fine though, since I acknowledge you as a worthy opponent that is almost as awesome as me."
"I beat your ass, and you know it."
"Well, I don't think so." He said as he pounced onto you. Suddenly the two of you were wrestling on the floor.
"Admit that I beat you!" �
"No one can beat this awesomeness!"
"I did before!"
Moving across the floor, you were finally pinned down by a breathless Gilbert. Looking at full view of him, you started unknowingly blushing. His hair was wild mess and his eyes looking directly at you. You felt awkward.
"Gilbert, can you get off of me?" �You asked him as you closed your eyes.
"Nein, not unless you call me the King of Awesome." He taunted. You could literally feel the smirk on his face.
"Hell no!" You retorted.
"Oh darn, then we'll have to result to this then." He said as you felt him start to come closer to you. Suddenly, you felt a warm breath on your neck.
"Gilbert! Get the fuck off!" You exclaimed as you continued to feel his breath, making you realise that your face was starting to grow hot. You couldn't do a thing since he had also pinned down your arms.
"Just say it, ____." He mocked you as backed up a bit. You sighed.No matter how much your pride was going to get hurt, you couldn't continue this. Taking a deep breath, you began the words.
"Y-you are the K-king of Awe-aweso-"
"I can't hear you." He teased.
He's so going to die later. You thought as you bit your lip.
"Y-you are the K-king of...A-awesome."
"And you know it." He said. Suddenly, he bent down and kissed your lips. As soon as he did that, he ran out of the room with a smile. By now, your face was red for so many things. Getting up, you grabbed a nearby book and started for the door.
"Gilbert! Your ass is dead!"