[Mod!Post] The Moment You've Been Waiting For... The HetaSummer Lightning Challenge!
Remember the HetaChristmas Lightning Challenge? Well, now that we are in the midst of the summer we have the HetaSummer Vacation Lightning Challenge!
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Prussia/England! =D
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Arthur's never had to truly learn before. He's good at everything, at sports and at books and at common sense and sense that's slightly less common. He's good at knowing who's blindly loyal and who's going to stab him in the back. He's good at keeping out of their way if it's the latter case, which it usually is, and he's good at utilizing the blindly loyal so that they don't know how unfortunate they are.
But Gilbert. Gilbert is an anomaly.
Gilbert is the person Arthur stares at from across the room every day at lunch with a thinking expression on his face, trying to figure out the logic behind. He made a list of a few ways to go about it:
Literature was the first. The most human thing Arthur could think of, he approached Gilbert as he approached a book and observed his behavior, his friends, his reactions to certain situations. This painted a portrait of him that was easily understandable. In Arthur's head, he'd solved everything and no longer needed to concern himself with the shallow dregs of the school.
Then the library ( ... )
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Arthur was certainly not going to kiss him.
That was a ridiculous notion.
An appealing one, but nevertheless ridiculous.
He thought about it for a couple of days, just lying on his bed and wondering what it'd be like. Probably not good. Gilbert is not the most handsome man in the world; white skin, white hair, red eyes, not particularly tall and thin and wiry. But then again, Arthur tried not to discriminate via looks, which means he'd have to go by the only evidence he had -- Alfred's little brother, Matthew, the only one who'd dated Gilbert and managed to do it for months on end.
Matthew, when asked, gave him an odd look, but told him that Gilbert was not half bad.
"Not half bad" in Matthew's book meant "pretty damn great."
It was another couple of weeks with a complicated string of events involving missing projects, ancient curses on locker doors, an extremely irate Vash Zwingli, and candy corn, but Arthur finally managed to get he and Gilbert alone in the same area. This was where Arthur chose to make his move.
Gilbert stopped ( ... )
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