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"Kiss me…" He whispered, so quietly, Gilbert was sure he had imagined it. But he had seen those soft lips form the words, so he couldn't have imagined it. He looked quizzical for a long moment, then breathed, "…what?" "Please, just do it…." His voice was soft and whispery like it usually was, but there was something else to it, now. Something a bit pleading. "I want you to…" "But…" Gilbert frowned, his eyebrows upturning in confusion. "…why?" "Gil…" Matthew sighed, looking away, his hair wavy dirty-blond hair falling over his glasses and shielding his eyes. "F-Forget it… I'm sorry…" Gilbert fr

Late in the afternoon, after the bell had rung and all the students of had left the building, Hetalia High School was a rather quiet place… usually. "DAMMIT GILBERT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!" Oh shi- Gilbert sprinted manically down the hallway away from the impending wrath of Elizaveta and her frying pan. Ducking down various hallways, he was slowly losing all sense of direction. Why can't that bitch take a joke?! So what if I filled that prissy four eyes' violin with whipped cream? "Hey! Doesn't that thing belong to a cooking room or something?" he yelled over his shoulder, darting around a sharp corner. The angry Hungarian ign