Here it is! Sorry it took so long. And I've been looking through back my past one-shots. My highest views were 7K and I wanted to have that kind of views until now. Recently I've been having lower views, and that's just really sad. But I'm glad you guys are still reading my noob writing here! Haha!
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Crimson eyes opened to see the ceiling and their body sat up groggily. He closed his eyes and clutched his aching head. He looked around and saw that he was in his bed, him wearing clothes but the sheets were sticky. His eyes widened as he realized what happened last night. It was so clear. He smirked and let out a, "Kesesesesese!"

He got up and the house was filled with a magnificent smell. He smiled. He somehow knew who it was.

He ran downstairs and turned to the kitchen. His shoulders slumped as his smile faltered. The man turned around and sighed. "Good morning, Bruder." Quickly smiling again, he nodded, patting the man on the back, laughing. "Mornin' West! What's today's menu?"

When his younger brother smiled and started talking about the food, his mind went blank. He was now thinking on why __Genderbend N.__ left him on the bed alone. Was that only a one-night-stand? Suddenly, his brother gasped at him and he looks at his brother, his vision blurring.

"You're crying, bruder!"

His eyes went wide as he heard those words. He quickly wiped them, laughing fakely. "It's fine. It's because of those onions!"

He actually didn't know if there were onions. But now, was he so lucky there were onions on the menu today.

"Es tut mir leid, bruder!"

Both German laugh at this.

But the silver-headed just couldn't laugh out louder.

[Time Skip Because Author Is Lazy]

Walking in the streets of Chicago in winter is really annoying. With all those people talking on their phones; probably planning their Christmas, playing music out loud; those annoying Christmas carols probably, beggars...well begging; in the cold, sad, people "accidentally' bumping each other, and more and more to add. And since it was so busy always in the street, you knew it wasn't as busy as the Big Apple. You wished for the night to come hurriedly.

You loved nights, like a vampire would. But you knew Chicago winter for nights are far colder than days. Didn't really bother you...maybe.

But you aren't a vampire. And you aren't Elsa.

You hate bumping into people, skin contact to eye contact. Awkward.

But seriously, why are you even thinking about this?

After a while, you stopped on a random café. You were tired walking and walking so you decided to have a break on that café. You don't really know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate to see Feliciano smiling at you happily and welcoming you. He quickly noticed you.

That guy seems to notice everyone.

....maybe not everyone. (CANADA--)

He smiles at you. "(G. Name)-kun!"

Smiling back politely as he grabbed your jacket (it was cold!) and hung it up on a racket. He lead you to a vacant table and let you seat. Your eyes stared at the table and the noise around you faded. Even the Italian did. Even those random strangers did. Your mind just went black.

"-kun? (G. Name)?"

Eyes started to blink rapidly when you realized he was talking to you. Slowly looking up, you smile apologetically to his frowning face. Feliciano wasn't one of those guys who liked frowning, he wasn't uptight like his lover and more carefree than anyone in this whole world. However, it didn't set the case. Feliciano looked at you worriedly. You grimaced and looked away from his face.

"Just a coffee."

He quickly smiled. "Coming right up! Ciao~"

You nodded, watching as sky flakes started to fall. You put your head on the table, your hands elevating it uncomfortably. You shift on the chair, it wasn't as comfortable as your sofa but...it could do. Your eyes drooped and your shoulder slumped. You yawn one last time before the world faded in darkness.

"Goodnight, __G. Name__."

Was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

Weird and creepy.

Your eyes opened. You looked up and saw that the café was a little empty unlike when you came in. Feliciano came and giggled.

"You were asleep so I didn't do the coffee. So when you started tossing around, I made it. Here, it's hot."

You blink away your drowsiness as accept the coffee, smiling weakly. "Thanks, Feli."

He smiled back brightly, unlike you. He skipped as he walked away from you. Probably to serve other customers. A chime sounded and it signaled everyone that someone came in just now. Shivering as the cold blizzard through when the person went in, you gulped and stood up. So, yeah, you weren't Elsa. Because the cold had bothered you. Now, to get your jacket.

It made you stop half way when you saw a silver-haired man with matching crimson red eyes.

You stiffened as he locks his eyes on you. You quickly turn away, sitting back where you were. You were jittery and impatient, and you were ignoring the burning holes at your way. It was cold and distant. And it made you shiver at the feeling of the coldness. What if he did remember it and wasn't drunk? You gulped at the thought, you just really hope he doesn't. You heard footsteps, and sure, many were walking but his were easy and slow...and unsure. Like he was still making a decision on his mind.

And your eyes looked at the window, gulping the coffee as its taste burnt your throat.

You could hear Feliciano screaming happily in a distance. But you didn't really care. All you heard was him babbling about his Gernan lover, Ludwig, as always.

"Hallo."

You gulped. You look back and smiled dryly. "Oh, Gil. Fancy meeting you here."

Those words made you want to puke on the bathroom. Problem is, the bathroom was so so far away. And, another one would be the guy standing in front of you. Nodding your head to the seat across so you, he got the sign. Gilbert smiled, a little teeth showing as he sat across of you. Sipping again in your coffee, you cough, drinking in a bit sudden way. He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

"So, how are you?" He asked.

You snorted. "Sore." Suddenly, your cheeks reddened. You stuttered, "I-I mean, you know--busy day yesterday--" you coughed, trying to think of an excuse. "So uh, yeah."

Gilbert hummed. He leans his chin on his palm. He didn't look convinced, and it made you choke on your coffee, a little bit. He hummed again, making you quite annoyed. He was just staring at you. As both of your eyes look into each other, he licked his lips and you found yourself looking away with a hot feeling around your face. It wasn't intentional in a seductive manner, but you could remember yesterday clearly. And he had done the same thing. Cursing under your breath as you forced yourself not to think of yesterday.

"__G. Name__?"

Looking up, you nod and smiled. "Yeah?"

However, he didn't smile back, but his lips were in a tight line. "Can we drive around for a while?"

Your eyebrow rose. Sure, it was nice of him to ask you. But then, a thought crossed your mind. What if he wanted to talk about yesterday privately? And in the car? Oh hell no! Gulping the rest of the coffee in a nervous manner, you put it down gently in the table and clap. Shaking your head in dismay, he was confused. Your lips quirked ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry. I can't go. I have to do some w--"

His hands grabbed yours, gentle and pleading. You silently gasp at the contact and he smiles softly.

"Please?"

His crimson eyes scanned you and you felt yourself blushing under his gaze.

His smile quirked a little upwards, finding the other boy across of him cute.

Biting your lip, you nodded.

You knew you'd regret your decision. He grins and jumps out of his chair as he pulled you out, you grabbing your coat in the process. Both of you waving towards the Italian and German. They both smiled and waved back, telling you two to come back as soon as possible. But Gilbert didn't care about coming back, really. Unlike you, shifting and being jittery in the car was really noticeable. Mentally slapping yourself.

"__G. Name__?"

You looked up, confused. "Huh?"

"Where do you want to go?"

You tilt your head to the side. "Joy ride?" You squeak and suddenly look down, blushing at your childish suggestion. He nodded, smiling slightly at your behavior. Coughing slightly, you nodded back, your eyes averting its gaze to the window, watching as the buildings pass by and the snowflakes fall fast because of the car.

You smile. Cuddling in your coat, you huffed a breath. It was still cold even if the aircon wasn't on. Biting your lip, you turn your eyes to his figure. He was driving concentratedly and his eyes were centered on the road, not a single attention was at you. At least, that's what you thought so as you turned around, pouting a little. His eyes unknowingly shifted to you, sitting on the seat with yo gripping the jacket as you shivered. He frowned. He needed to get somewhere hotter. He gulped as memories from last night came back.

Okay, that was much hotter but really, he needed to find a place with a heater.

He groaned.

You look at him, surprised and confused. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, dismissing it. "Nothing." He gulped. "Just nothing."

You nod again and you narrow your eyes at him curiously. What was he thinking? Silence was all over the car as he drove. He didn't seem bothered by your uncomfortable shifting in your seat. You didn't know why it was so uncomfortable sitting. Because the last time you did had ridden his car was last last week. His eyes kept glancing to you as his lips quirked up a little bit as you cutely pout in disappointment on not getting a comfortable position. You sigh and lie your head back, giving up on getting a comfortable position. You lean your head back, sighing again.

As you look out the window, you smile slightly. The snowflakes were being so beautiful this day.

"Hey, can I stop by the market for a while?"

You look at him, raising your eyebrow. "Why?"

He grinned. "Beer."

Rolling your eyes, you smile back, shaking your head at him. "Okay then."

He laughs. "Thanks." You nodded, smiling towards the window. As the car stopped in front of the market, he quickly got out, stopping you from opening the door. "No, I'll come back quickly. Don't worry!" He quickly dashed in and you locked the doors, sighing. You fish in your bag for your phone and opened it, deciding to listen to music. You get your earphones and the world slowly faded away. Closing your eyes, you hum along with the song. After a little while, Gilbert still haven't come back but your eyes didn't open still.

And after some time, you fell asleep, the song in your head playing over and over again...even if it's been changing the whole time.

"Ah, if there's a cure for this
I don't want it
Don't want it
If there's a remedy
I'll run from it, from it

Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
'Cause I love you

I've got the sweetest hangover
I don't wanna get over
Sweetest hangover"

You hear a light knock on the window. But chose to ignore it, hoping it was from your head only.

"Yeah, I don't wanna get over
I don't wanna get
I don't wanna get...over

Ooh, I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure
I don't need no cure"

Something shifted next to you. And a slam of the door got you waking up slightly. But it doesn't make you look at the driver, knowing it was Gilbert. How he undid the lock, no one knows. You shifted again, scrunching your nose as you sneezed a little. Your eyes felt heavy and you finally got back to sleep.

"Sweet lovin'
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love"

As Gilbert fixed himself, he fiddled with the seat belt, making sure it was secure. He looked at your position and groaned a little. Fixing you in a sitting position, he grabbed the seatbelt and out it over you, securing it as just as his. Finally, he sighed and grabbed the steering wheel. He roared up the engine and looked back to see if he was backing up just right. He sneaked a glance on you and a small smile played on his lips.

He could hear the music, but it was baffled by the earphones. Quickly but gently snatching your phone, he took the earphones out and the music blared in the car. He flinched and but was gripping the steering wheel tightly. As he looked back to the road, his eyes widened.

"Don't call a doctor
Don't call her momma
Don't call her preacher
No, I don't need it
I don't want it"

He tried, with all his strength...but with no avail...

"Sweet love, I love you
Sweet love, need love"

He put a hand around you and then,

CRASH.

"If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
I don't want it no"

BEEP-BEEP.

BEEP-BEEP.

"What the hell happened?!"

"Call the ambulance!"

"Someone help!"

"One of them are bleeding! Hurry!"

"If there's a cure for this
I don't want it
If ther's a cure for this
I don't need it"

His mind was spinning as heard the frantic voices. He didn't care but as he opened his eyes, he saw you, finally waking up and he smiles.

"__G.Name__....."

You looked back at him and your eyes widened. "What the..." Tears stung your eyes and you noticed your cellphone was missing.

"Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet love"

"Night..."

You shook him, "No! Don't fall asleep!"

But his eyes were starting to close.

"GIL! PLEASE!"

And darkness seeped him.