Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me by Tata Young

You stood still as you searched through the song book. 'What matches his personality?' You mentally screamed, flipping through multiple pages until you found a perfect song.

Nodding at the person controlling the music, you got into a less awkward and unattractive stance. Turning the microphone on, you began.

"I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy. Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty. When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy. Can't change the way I am sexy, naughty, bitchy me!"

"Hold on, (Y/N)! Jou never told me it vas one of mein friends!" Gilbert gasped crying a bit. "Gilbert, suck it up!" Elizabeta said and glared at him, gesturing towards your singing form. You laughed a bit and shrugged "Sorry but you don't need to know everything, Gil!"

"I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like. I'm the kind that boys fantasize. I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like."

Antonio and Francis were cheering you on. Here's the thing, they already knew which member was your crush. Gilbert.

All they had to do was keep it a secret, and act oblivious. And it actually worked! Gil trusted his best friends completely, so they weren't being doubted by him at all.

"I may seem unapproachable but, that's only to the boys who don't have the right approach or ride, that makes a girl like me want to hop in and roll."

At this point Gilbert was pouting to himself, praying to Old Man Fritz that maybe, just maybe, it might be him.

He won't lie, he kind of is hoping that you're disgusted with his friends personalities and were as in love with him as he was with you.

Of course, Gilbert can be self-centred too, so maybe he just wants to know that another woman loves him? No, definitely not! Gil knew he loved you and needed you. He would never talk so lowly about you.

"People think it's intimating when a girl is cool with her sexuality. I'm a 180 to the stereotype,  'Girls like being home and being innocent'."

"Hell yeah!" Alfred yelled. He instantly earned a glare from Gilbert.

"I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy. Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty. When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy. Can't change the way I am sexy, naughty, bitchy me!"

You had them fooled. It could be either one of them! It could even be someone else! They wouldn't know! You smirked and watched Gil stare at random people out of pure rage, or jealousy maybe? Probably because he thinks that you won't pay as much attention to him and will spend more time with your love interest.

"My mouth never takes a holi-"

"Okay. Don't finish that sentence." Gilbert groaned. "Look, frau, I need to know. Is it me?" He wondered, and looked at his friends. Antonio and France.

"I cannot give it away so soon, Gil!" You chuckled and prepared to continue. Until something, or someone happened.

"I can't take it anymore!" Antonio leaned out of his seat, As did Francis. "It is Gilbert!" Francis insisted and pointed at Gilbert, Antonio did at the same time as him.

Gasping erupted from the crowd. "Are jou for real?" Elizabeta growled, holding the skillet so hard that her hand had lost complete colour. "I will fucking. End. You." She hissed, stomping towards the boys. Francis and Toni jumped out of their seats, and bolted out the door.

"(Y/N), are jou for real?" He asked. Walking up towards the stage slowly. "Yeah..." you confirmed and facepalmed. "That wasn't the smoothest scenario I've seen play out!" Gilbert laughed, helping you down from the stage.

He brought you to your seat he had saved for you. "Just in case you were wondering, I've been in love with you for 10 years. Can I just say, about time! Do you know how awkward being there to help you tie swimsuits, unzip dresses and grabbing forgotten clothing after you've had a shower was? It was hard, and I was too!" Gilbert admitted, wrapping an arm around you.