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Fanfiction wrote: "Uuuuuugh." Gilbert groaned at the brilliant golden light seeping through the curtains of his otherwise dark room. The light... it irritated his hung-over mind. He rolled over, trying to escape the bright source of illumination. The pounding in his head hurt badly.
Fed up with the consistent, painful pounding, the platinum blonde opened his eyes then sat up.... or at least tried to. The movement spun his view, upsetting his hung-over mind even more. "Gaaaaah...." He clutched his head in his pale hands.
What happened...?
He swung his legs over the edge, slowly, and looked around. A glass of water and pill(s) sat on his nightstand.
Danke (Name).
The pill(s) arched through the air, then free fell into his mouth. Water washing it down a moment later. He set the glass back down with a thunk, and very slowly stood, reality threatening to turn the force of gravity... well that's what it felt like anyways. He made his way to the door, where he hung onto the frame for a few moments, composing himself and swaying slightly. He stumbled down the short hall, the wooden flooring was cool on the soles of his feet. He was very thankful his room wasn't upstairs, or I'd be impossible to go down. The "Prussian" finally made his way to the living room and plopped down on the (f/c). He groaned in pain and covered his eyes with his arm.
"Gilbert?" A familiar, gentle voice called.
He lifted his arm slightly, just enough to see the face of (Name).
His ruby red eyes lit up in an instant. "(Name)!" He started joyfully, then winced at the volume of his own voice.
"(Naaaame)." He whined, more quietly this time. "Vhat happened? Mein awesome head huuurts."
(Name) just stood there, tapping her/his barefoot on the cool, wooden flooring and crossing her/his (s/t) arms. The expression on (Name)'s face screamed unamused with one brow arched.
"You don't remember? You were at (f/n)'s party last night and got drunk off your arse." (Name) said, starting a long lecture.
"Vhaaat? I vasn't zhat drunk." Gilbert said, not really believing himself because of the monster headache he woke up with.
"Dude, you tried to drown (f/n)'s goldfish for 2 hours."
"Oh......-"
"And then you skipped over to (f/n)'s cat, stuffed it into a pillow, and kept singing "♫ It's a pillow, it's a pet, It's a pillow pet! ♫"."
"Uh-"
"And when I tried to drag you outside to shove you in the car, you ran and hugged a tree saying "Look how big zhis piece of broccoli ez!"."
"B-but I drove home." Gilbert defended, weakly.
"Dummkopf... I drove, you sat in the passenger seat and steered with a paper plate." (Name) countered.
At this point, the silver haired Prussian just stared at you slack-jawed and pointing. It was like he was trying to say something but nothing came out, a light blush of embarrassment caressed his pale cheeks.
Ignoring him for now, (Name) continued relaying Gilbert's actions of yesterday.
"Then we got back and I managed to drag you inside."
"Is zhat it?" Gilbert asked, flustered.
"Nope~." (Name) almost sang as she/he smirked at his flushed face. "You ran into the living room, put your phone on airplane mode, and threw it. And then you stood in the fireplace yelling "Diagon Ally!"."
Gilbert finally just stayed silent and sank down into the sofa cushions, as if trying to disappear.
"I finally dragged you to your room and just as I was about to leave, you climbed into the closet and yelled "Vhere ze hell is Narnia!?"!" (Name) managed to say in his accent, doubled over in laughter. She/he straightened after a few moments of dying with laughter and wiped away a stray tear. "And lastly, you fell asleep and fell onto the floor. I had to drag you to your bed."
*silence*
"Mein gott, zhat vas embarrassing ." Gilbert muttered, burying his face in his hands. "I'm such an idiot..."
(Name) sigh fondly, her/his expression softened as she/he walked over to the platinum blonde and plopped onto the couch next to him. She/he ruffled his hair affectionately, causing him to look up curiously.
"Yes, you're an idiot..."
Gilbert frowned.
"But you're my idiot." (Name) said, pulling said idiot into a warm hug.
Gilbert hummed in satisfaction. "I can live vith zhat." He grinned.



























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