The first thing Gilbert noticed when he woke up was a splitting headache. He felt like his head might literally split open. That's how bad it was. The next thing he noticed was that he had almost no memory of what he had been doing last night, apart from that he had driven himself to a bar with the intention of having one or two drinks with an old friend. That friend had ended up not showing. The last thing he noticed, as he sat up slowly, groaned, and clutched his head in pain, was that he was not in his own bed.
Mein Gott... I got drunk again last night, didn't I? Where the crap am I...? he thought, annoyed with himself. Slowly, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Good news, he could stand and walk on his own now. Bad news, his headache was really, really bad. He groaned again and started looking around the room. It seemed slightly familiar...
Where the crap is my shirt? he thought, noticing that he was not wearing it, and he couldn't see it in the room anywhere. He stumbled to the closet, opened it, and searched through it. No luck. Sighing, he walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and exited the room. He walked to the living room and noticed a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair sitting on the couch, watching some game show or other. He was about to freak out, but instead, he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized who it was.
It was eleven-something in the morning and Gilbert still hadn't woken up. You were a bit worried about him and debated whether or not you should go check on him or try to wake him up, but you eventually decided against it. He'd had a rough night and he needed his sleep.
You'd woken up at about nine. By now, you'd already had breakfast, cleaned the house, gotten dressed, and, having nothing better to do, you were sitting on the couch watching Wheel of Fortune. Suddenly, you heard someone sigh with relief behind you. You gasped, shocked, and turned around to see who it was. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as well when you saw that it was only Gilbert. He had finally woken up.
"Oh, morning, Gil," you greeted nonchalantly. He gave you a very confused look.
"(Name)...?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah?" you replied.
"Vhat... Am I doing in your house...?" he asked, confused. You let out an exasperated sigh.
"That's a long story... How are you feeling?" you asked worriedly.
"You mean besides zhis killer headache?" he asked sarcastically.
"At least you can stand on your own and you aren't getting sick," you muttered.
"Vhat?" he asked.
"Again, it's a long story. I'll tell you after you eat something. What do you want?" you inquired, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He followed you.
He answered your question with another question. "I dunno. Vhat do you have?"
"Eggs, cereal, toast..."
"Chocolate cereal?" he asked hopefully.
"Coming right up," you replied, getting a bowl, a spoon, the cereal and the milk out, and making him a bowl of cereal. You handed it to him and he took it gratefully and started eating it.
"Hey... Zhere's my shirt!" he shouted suddenly, spotting the shirt, which you had laid out on the counter after taking it out of the drier earlier. He put his cereal on the table, ran to the shirt, and pulled it on. Then, he went back to the table and finished his cereal.
"Yeah, I had to wash it last night. It had beer and puke all over it," you informed, disgusted. He sighed and held his face in his hands.
"Oh Gott... I really did get drunk again last night, didn't I?" he asked guiltily.
"I don't remember anyzhing... Please, (Name), can you tell me vhat happened?" he pleaded. He looked really stressed out, and that headache was probably killing him, too. You sighed again and sat down in the chair opposite him.
"Well, it started when you sent me a video that someone had taken of you. You were telling everyone that you were going to sing an awesome song, and then you started singing and dancing to Justin Beiber," you explained, trying to hold back a giggle. Gilbert groaned.
"Then, you called me up and asked me if I wanted to have a drink with you. I said I'd go to the bar, but I didn't drink. When I got there, you were dancing to Gangnam Style with your shirt off, and you were swinging it around like a lasso," you informed. This time, you couldn't hold your giggle back.
"You're joking, right?" Gilbert asked. You shook your head, and he slammed his head on the table. "Oww..." he moaned.
"Then, you made me sing and dance with you to Numa Numa, and then you were telling me stupid jokes, and then... And then you... Y-you..." you stuttered, and then went quiet. You knew you had to tell him, but you were so nervous. How would he react? Would he be surprised? Embarrassed? Disgusted? Amused? Is everything he told you true, or was it all just because he was under the influence?
"I... Vhat?" he asked, confused. Then, his head shot up from the table and he gaped at you, his crimson eyes wide with fear. "Oh Mein Gott! D-did I beat somevone up!? Did I kill somevone!?" he demanded.
"No! No! Nothing like that! You just... A-after you finished telling me stupid jokes, you... You kissed me..." you admitted, and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Gilbert's expression softened, and he, too, blushed.
"I... I did?" he asked, surprised.
"Y-yeah... A-and you kept telling me that I was your 'dearest awesome love' and kept telling me that you loved me, and when I took you home after you got sick the first time, I cleaned you up and then helped you into the guest bedroom, and you grabbed my arm and pulled me to you, and then you kissed me and told me you loved me again. You wouldn't let me go until I told you that I loved you too," you recalled, your cheeks getting ever redder, as were his.
"I... I'm sorry... I vas just... I mean-"
"No, no, it's alright... Honestly... I-I thought it was kinda cute and... I just... I wanted to ask you... If it was true? D-did you mean any of it...? O-or was it just the beer talking?" you stuttered nervously.
"I... Um... Er... D-do you... Do you vant zhe truzh...?" he asked timidly.
"Yes please," you answered. He took a deep breath before giving you his answer.
"Zh-zhe truzh is... Zhe truzh is... Yes. Y-yes... I... Ich liebe dich... I love you. I've loved you for a vhile, actually... I vas going to tell you someday but I... I'm sorry you had to find out zhat vay..." he confessed.
"It's alright," you reassured, taking his hands in yours.
"U-und do you...?" he asked hopefully.
"Do I what?" you inquired.
"Do you... Love me, too?" he answered quietly.
"Do you want the truth?" you asked, smirking playfully.
"Ja, bitte," he replied.
"Yes, Gilbert. The truth is, yes. I love you, too," you admitted. Both of you smiled, leaned across the table, and shared a soft kiss.