Hazily you open your eyes and realize you were on your couch. You didn't remember getting there…what happened…the guys walked you home…you got out your keys…then what..? You try sitting up, but apparently you went to fast according to the sharp pain in your head.
" <YOUR NAME> , I wouldn't suggest moving so much right now. You did just pass out after all." You turn your head to see Gilbert sitting in the chair next to you. You were taken slightly aback to see that instead of his usual cocky, confident demeanor, he looked…worried.
"I hope you don't mind, but I helped myself to using your kitchen…It's kind of on the sweet side, but I thought the tea would help…" Alfred sits next to you, handing you the tea, frowning a bit.
"Th-thank you…"You take the tea. "Both of you…I guess it was a good thing I agreed to let you guys come with me…thank you."
"As long as you're all right, it's fine" They both say at the same time, then glaring at each other. You were confused, but you shrugged it off.
Flashback 10 minutes ago…
" <Y> ->YOUR NAME< !" Alfred was the first to rush to you. He suspected something when you started swaying as you got out your keys so he stepped forward. Once he saw you falling back, his reflexes kicked in and he caught you safely in his arms. " <YOUR NAME> !"
Gilbert was now at your side, slightly panicking. "V-vhas??? Vhat is wrong with her? What happened?" When Gil gets nervous or freaks out, he slips into his native German accent.
Alfred, on the other hand, now became stern and took control of the situation. "Get the keys!"
"JUST GET THE DANG KEYS!!!"
Gil jumped a bit at Alfred's outburst but swiftly complied. "Now Vhat?
"How stupid are you? OPEN THE DOOR!"
With shaky hands, Gil eventually unlocks and opens the door, nearly getting knocked over by Alfred who elbows him out of the way while rushing in with you in his arms."Couch…couch...ah! There!" Despite being very frantic, he sets you down gently on the couch. Then he makes sure you're comfortable. "Hnnn…vital signs seem to be okay…probably just exhaustion…"
"Well, thanks for leaving me back there." Gil finally comes in aggravated, but upon seeing you his face falls as he remembers.
"No offense, but your health wasn't my main concern dude." Al stands up, but still hovers over you. Gil walks over and kneels down next to you, stroking you hair, concern glazing over his usually cocky eyes. Alfred stiffens, finding himself unusually irked by this. Why did he want to come here anyways? He was all set to go home, get some cans of Coke and reheat some leftover pizza when he walked out and saw Gilbert all over you. The next thing he knew, he was right by you, feeling super ticked off. Heroes shouldn't let their emotions get the better of them. But…for some reason…he wanted you help you. No, his intentions weren't that noble. He wanted you away from the German…but why? He looked at you, looking so peaceful on the couch…so beautiful. He blinks. Now where did that come from? But for some reason she looked familiar. He just couldn't place it.
Gilbert's crimson eyes scanned your still form. The only thing keeping him from going into a panic was the fact that your chest was gently rising and falling with your breathing. The sign that you were at the least alive. The fact that he was so worried alarmed him. Was he whipped? H*** NO. He was the almighty Gilbert Beilschmidt! He could charm any woman into letting him into their pants by his pure awesomeness alone!!! …He looks at you again. Then why was he so worried about you? Sure, he would make sure if any girl was alright, but…would his heart drop like it did when he saw you start to fall? And would it make him so ticked off when he saw that stupid Alfred catch you first? He could have sworn that the ditzy blonde was behind him. He glances back at Al. However, one glance was all he needed to see that look in Al's eyes. NO. He wasn't going to allow this to happen. You were the only woman who has ever been able to resist you, and you weren't about to lose her to some stupid American. He grinned darkly. This had become even more interesting. A rival. Gilbert had never had a challenge such as this. And he was going to enjo-
Suddenly the German was yanked forcefully away from you by the back of his shirt collar and slammed into the far wall. Rubbing his head that hit the wall pretty hard, Gilbert looks up into the blazing eyes of the enraged American.
"Vhat vhas that for?????"
"I. SAW. YOU." Al spat out, teeth bared like a lion about to attack.
"Vhat the h***?" Ok, he knew the American was dumb, but not this stupid and temperamental.
Alfred forces himself to calm down, but his hands remain balled into fists, still slightly shaking with rage. "I…I saw you. I saw how you were looking at her. You looked like you were about to rape her, grinning at her the way you were! I heard about what you do and how you get around, and I always figured 'Whatever dude, that's your business.' Then you try to involve HER!" Al gestures toward you. "THEN, it becomes my business."
Gilbert is slightly thrown for a loop by this reaction, but is undeterred. Grinning, he casually gets up, chuckling. "Kesesesesesesese, so~" He flashes a trademark cocky smile at Alfred. "Are you after her?"
Al blinks, confused. "What do you mean?"
Gil internally facepalms, so much for his idea of the epic and awesome showdown, but then…the stupidity might make this easier than he thought. "Kesesesese~ Why are you so pi**ed about the idea of me taking her?" His grin widens as he sees the confusion deepening on the dense idiot's face. Too easy.
After a while of thinking, Al finally responds. "B-because she's a girl and-" He is interrupted by Gilbert's tsk-ing. He looks up and sees the albino hovering around the couch you are on.
"She is not a girl, she is a woman; >YOUR NAME< is capable of her own decisions. I ask again. WHY DOES THIS BOTHER YOU?" He gently strokes your cheeks and your body makes your head automatically lean toward his hand. This intimate gesture, makes Alfred twitch and immediately swing a punch toward Gilbert. He thought it would be an easy hit, but dang that German was fast! Gil wags a finger at him as if chastising a child. "Nuh uh uh~ No fighting around the lady. Besides, you are proving my point. You have feelings for >YOUR NAME<"
This makes Alfred freeze. Feelings? Like crushes and love? He looks toward you and his heart skips a beat. Feelings. But why? It didn't make sense, but it also did. But what bothered him the most was the feeling that he knew you, he just couldn't place where…
Gil could almost visibly see the gears working in the blonde's slow head. This would be a good time to interrupt.
"Da. Unfortunately, you aren't the right one for her" Al's eyes widen as his head snaps up to meet Gil's eyes.
"What… what do you mean?"
"Just what I said. You have this childish mentality of being a hero, to the point where you try to protect others. But do you have the right to try to protect her when you let all those other women I've seduced go without even trying?" Again, the American froze, giving Gilbert the assurance that his plan to break the stupid idot before the fight really begun.
A promise…why was he thinking he made a promise…to be a hero…but why is he thinking about this now…what was it…
Without waiting for a response, he continues. "You are no 'hero' Jones, as much as you try to tell us guys at the office that. Your stupid ratty, old bandana just proves that you are unworthy of considering trying to court >YOUR NAME<, so just give it up. She needs a man, and you are too childish. I am so much better for her so just give it up-"
Once again, he is cut off. He is shoved into the wall again, losing his breath, as he is held up off the floor. Looking down, he sees not defeat in the "dense idiot's" eyes, but anger. Beneath that, there was a passionate determination.
"I. WILL. NEVER. GIVE. >YOUR NAME<. UP. ESPECIALLY not to you." For an added emphasis, he shoves Gibert hard against the wall again. "I know I'm not perfect, I know I have my faults. But that just means I have to work harder to be the kind of man a WOMAN like >YOUR NAME< needs. I am not going down without a fight." He releases the German, letting him fall to the floor, then heads to the kitchen to make you some tea…
Back to the Present:
You sip your (extremely sugary) tea calmly, oblivious to the storm occurring in your living room. Upon meeting Al's bold blue eyes, Gilbert's firey eyes turn cold. Although unspoken, both men shared the same thought. "So it begins…"