Birthday Gift for A-Lovely-Anxiety
You weren't hungry. You had been, about a day ago, but then you ignored it and it went away.
People were trying to make you eat again. The sickly sweet scent of pineapple being grilled somewhere in the restaurant was making you feel sick to your stomach. A piece of chocolate cake was laid out in front of you. You held back the bile quickly rising in your throat and managed a smile for your parents.
'Just get through tonight, and they'll be gone for a week,' you thought to yourself as they wished you a happy early birthday and handed you one of your gifts. They wanted you to open the rest on your actual birthday, but they were eager to see your reaction to this one.
You opened up the small box, using it as an excuse to push the plate of calorie-filled cake aside, and revealed a small, silver crescent-shaped pendant hanging off of a matching chain. It took your breath away.
"Oh, wow," you whispered breathlessly, closing the clasp around your neck before gingerly touching the cool metal. "Thank you so much."
Your mother smiled, her eyes twinkling, "We're just sorry we can't be there when you open the rest," she told you, touching a hand to yours. You were still hypnotised by the simple little moon. "No, it's fine. This is beautiful."
The arm of your father was wrapped around your shoulders, "We'll miss you," he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your temple, "Have fun while we're gone."
And that was that. The next morning your parents flew across the country for some business trip, leaving you alone on your birthday.
You ignored the presents that had been wrapped by your mother and the bright packages that some of your friends had brought to school the day before. Today was Saturday, so you decided to go out to do your homework as opposed to staying inside all day. After all, it was your birthday.
After grabbing your backpack and keyring you walked the few short blocks to a local park. Finding a bench to sit at as simple enough with the early hour on a weekend. The only other people there were a small group of boys from the private high school nearby. Hetalia High. A place of good grades, exchange programs, and hot foreign boys. But, seeing as the school had a mainly male population, it was also a prime breeding ground for adorable gay couples who seemed to be complete opposites, despite their love for eachother.
Then there were the boys notorious for flirting. You had never seen them, but you had heard of the infamous "Bad Touch Trio" for the crap they tried to pull on every girl they saw.
You placed your bag on the bench next to you and tugged your spiral out, choosing to start with German homework. Just as you managed to wrangle the spiral out of your crowded backpack, the worksheet you needed was picked up by a gentle breeze and it began to fly away.
Groaning, you got to your feet and began your chase after the loose paper, never quite reaching it. You began to regret not eating this morning.
After a chase that seemed to last forever, the paper landed neatly at the base of a thick tree. You cheered silently as you bent down to grab it, your moon-shaped necklace swinging forward with the force of gravity.
Just as your fingers touched the loose paper, another thin hand reached down for it. You looked up and saw a pale albino who looked to be about your age. His ruby eyes blinked at you once, taking in you thin face, dark-ringed (e/c) eyes, and (h/l) (h/c) hair that had seen healthier days. After engraving your face in his memory, he looked down at your homework, silver bangs falling over his eyes.
His face lit up at the sight of the German words. "Lernst du Deutsch?"
A wide grin spread on his face, "Prima!" He lightly grabbed your paper and handed it to you before standing up, pulling you along with him by the entangled chains of your necklaces. Looking down at the two chains, you smiled ironically at the small gold sun that was wrapped around the man's neck.
You lifted your hands to disentangle the gold and silver, only to clash with the slender fingers of the German man again. Just as quickly as they had moved to the thin chains, you pulled them back. "Pardon," you mumbled, hanging your head low.
He laughed, a happy, full sound. "It's fine, Frau." You felt his one of his hands leave the necklace. "Just," it reappeared on your chin, "hold your head up? So I can fix this."
A scarlet blush covered your cheeks and you stuttered your consent.
The albino fiddled with the chains for what felt like forever before he finally pulled his hands away. The paper was wrinkled by your tight grip on it as he stuck his hand out.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt, und du?"
You smiled at how nicely the German words flowed from his lips. "(F/n) (L/n)." His grip was tight, but gentle, and instead of releasing your hand, he held it in his firm grip as he gazed at your sunken face.
With a soft smile, he asked you if you wanted to go get some lunch.
Your stomach rumbled and, for once, you didn't feel sick at the thought of food. With a small laugh, you grinned brightly at Gilbert. "Yeah, lunch sounds good."
He dragged you off to a little coffee shop that was completely empty after you gathered your stuff. A quiet chime of a bell signaled your arrival and Gilbert shouted to someone behind the counter.
"Tony! I want food!"
Laughing quietly, you were amused to see a curly head of brown hair and a pair of green eyes pop up from out of sight. He looked confused for a moment before strutting over in your direction. "Gilbert! My friend!" He embraced the man still hanging to your hand, which caused him to notice you.
An easy grin smoothed itself onto his face and he hugged you too. "Hola, chica!" he chirped into you (h/c) hair before pulling away. With a quick glance to your hand that was encompassed by Gilbert's he smirked and nudged the albino. "So, amigo, is this your compańera? Your girlfriend?"
The two of you both blushed brightly and you quickly dropped Gilbert's hand. The awkwardness in the air was making it difficult to breath, but it was broken by the appearance of another man from behind the counter.
His blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and he walked confidently over to you, smacking the Spaniard on the back of the head before lightly embracing Gilbert. "Bonjour, mon ami." He turned to you, "Please excuse Tony, mon cher, he is rather clueless about matters of the heart."
"I am Francis!" he grinned brilliantly at you, his blue eyes twinkling. "Might I be graced with your name?"
Weakly, you nodded, "(F-f/n)."
One of his blue eyes winked at you, "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
Now that you had been acquainted with Gilbert's two friends, they began to chat while you stood awkwardly just outside of their little circle. The hunger you had been ignoring for days had caught up to you again and you felt a little light-headed. Gilbert seemed to be the only one who noticed.
He slipped away when his companions began to argue over something. His warm hand on you shoulder brought you slightly out of your haze.
"Frau?" he asked, "Are you OK? When was the last time you ate?"
You lifted a hand to your forehead, trying to massage away the migraine that had blurred your vision. "I-I dunno. A couple of days ago?"
Gil stopped rubbing your arm and instead gripped it tightly. He lead you over to a plush couch and instructed you to lie down. Hands shaking for no apparent reason, you agreed and rested your head on the armrest, closing your eyes. The quiet din of voices kept you awake enough to notice Gilbert hovering nervously over you, concern in his crimson eyes.
One of the two cafe workers, Tony or Francis, handed him a plain croissant. Gil tore off a small piece and rested it delicately on your lips. The buttery scent of the pastry drifted up to your nose and you smiled slightly, parting your lips just enough to let your new friend slide the flakey treat past them.
After eating a bit more, your migraine died down, leaving only the pain in your stomach to take care of. Unfortunately, you weren't allowed to eat anything heavy after going so long without eating. It took the majority of the day for your stomach to settle enough for you to each much more, but Gilbert was there to make sure every little bite stayed where it belonged.
At the end of the day, Gil drove you home in Tony's car, saying that he'd bring it back after making sure you were home safe.
You never saw him again, until, one day, the pale albino showed up at the front gate of your school, surrounded by your female classmate.
Curious, you walked over to him. He seemed bored, but grinned at your appearance.
"(F/n)!" he called to you, pushing past the crowd around him in order to wrap his arms tightly around your waist. Laughing, you rested your hands on his shoulders as he lifted you off the ground.
A small squeal left your full lips, "Gil! Put me down!" When he did, your face was beginning to hurt from smiling too much.
He let go of your hips, but kept his hands on your own. When he noticed your rosy cheeks and bright eyes, he grinned. "You look good."
Your smile faltered a little, but remained present as you thanked him.
"Hey," you said, looking at the albino who saved you from yourself, "Wanna go get some lunch?"
His red eyes winked and he began pulling you down the street, swinging you arm as he went. "Yeah," he smirked, "Lunch sounds good."