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"Hey, the awesome me doesn't need to be dragged, you know," Gilbert ran to catch up next to her, blushing as he noticed that she was still holding his hand.

"Alright," Gilbert replied. He stood up, pulling his backpack over one shoulder. "You have a car... right?" he didn't want to walk, being the lazy Prussian he was.

Gilbert nodded. He could use something to eat, something that wasn't bratwurst or pasta (from his brother's idiot boyfriend) "What do ya wanna get? I can't drive anywhere, because I partied to hard and well," Gilbert grinned sheepishly, biting his lip. "Yeah, but apart from the DUI, I could...

Gilbert sighed dramatically. "Though nothing would be as awesome as pranking Roderich, I'll find something else to do,"

"Come on, pleeeeease," Gilbert gave Elizabeta his puppy eyes, hoping that she would go along. He couldn't wait to see Roderich so miserable.

Gilbert bit his lip, trying to think of what Roderich had done to him, but he could only come up with one good reason. "Well, he's a wuss, and he's fun to prank, and he likes you," Gilbert replied, then cursed for letting that last bit slip. Elizabeta couldn't know that he liked her, could he?

"Come on, it'll be awesome. The reason I want to do this is because the performance is important," Gilbert rolled his eyes and gingerly rubbed where Elizabeta had slapped him

"Well, we should play an awesome prank on Roderich," Gilbert tapped his finger against the rough wood of the bench, trying to figure out what would be good. "It should involve messing up his piano. He has some stupid girly performance today, right?"

"Of course, nothing is as awesome as skipping class, wouldn't you agree?" Gilbert grinned as always, trying to think of something to break the awkwardness. "Hey, Eliza. Do you want to do something?" Gilbert searched his mind for a good prank to play on that Roderich idiot. Maybe if Elizabeth saw...

Gilbert scooted over a bit, making barely enough room for Elizabeth. "The king of awesomeness deserves more space than the princess of awesomeness," Gilbert then bit the inside of his cheek. Did he just say that out loud? No, he couldn't have said that. He hated how much he spoke his mind, it...

"Nooothing," Gilbert chuckled, his grin getting wider. But inside, he was disappointed in himself. He'd had the chance to touch that Austrian wuss's prize's ass, but he didn't. What would Francis say? Gilbert didn't know what Antonio would have said, because he was so gay for that pouty Italian...

Gilbert heard the crunch of footsteps on leaves and looked up to see Elizabeth. "Hey," he said, grinning nonchalantly. Her back was turned to him, her cute little butt right near him. He was so close, he could just touch it, or maybe pull up her uniform skirt. He put out his hand...

(Ooc: Should I start??? Idk, I'm just going for it) Gilbert laid back on the bench, not caring about the wood poking into his back. He was awesome king, and nothing could stop him. The sun shone just right on his awesomely smexy face, and he was lounging awesomely in an awesome park. Birds...