cooking dinner when he hears crash sounds from the living room. He frowns, stepping quietly into the living room. "Hello..?"

managed to fall on his head, and is just laying on the floor, curled around a rather large bottle of jager.

turns the corner and pauses when he sees the sight, laughing. "Gilbert, you do know you are welcome through the door?" he laughs, leaning down to help him up.

stumbles, leaning against Francis. "I'm...I'm the worst. Ever."

blinks at that, letting Gilbert lean and trying to get them to the couch. Maybe this wasn't fun drunk time. "...you're hardly the worst, why would you think that?"

flops onto the couch, dragging Francis down with him. "He...He gave her a promise ring..."

lets himself be dragged down, wrapping his arm around him comfortingly. He freezes though, immediately able to know who he was referring to . "Ah... well... that still doesn't mean you're terrible, mon ami."

nods drunkenly. "Does...I went to see her...with flowers." Like a dumbass, what was he hoping to accomplish exactly?

smiles softly, rubbing his bck. "It still just means you're a lovesick puppy, cher. How did she react...?"

whines into his stomach. "Didn't give her....and I'm not!" ughhhhhhh

laughs a little. "You are, don't lie. I'm sorry that it doesn't work out for you though. I know how long you've liked her..."

swats at Francis, and misses by...a lot. "Shut up."

chuckles at the miss, humming softly. "Non."

huffs, squirming a little against him. "Shitty friend..."

laughs, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You love me~"

swats at him again, missing...again. "So? Still a shitty friend."

chuckles. "What do you expect me to do?" he asks, threading his fingers through Gil's hair.

whines softly, burying against him. This sucked.

cuddles him close, trying to be reassuring. It was hard to tell what to do for him though.

would appreciate a bullet to the head. Obviously alcohol hadn't worked as well as he'd anticipated.

hardly going to do that. "Would you like me to make you something to eat, or...?"

shakes his head. "Jus' tell me what to do...."

hums softly, pulling Gilbert into a close embrace. "I'm sorry amour. I do not think there is much you can do in this situation, unless the three of you agreed to work as a trio," he answers softly,

rubbing his back. "Ludwig and Eliza seem happy, and I'm sorry that you are still in love with her..."

huffs against him. "I'm a shit brother, Fran....shoulda left them alone."

kisses his forehead. "It's fine Gilbert, I am pretty sure they'll forgive you...."

West never finds out. It was a moment of weakness, and he's happy he bolted early. "Ja?"

nods. "Oui. Going into it they knew you still had feelings, right?"

guesses so...kinda. "Told them to be together, though. Made her hate me..." Which hadn't lasted, but he remembers telling Eliza that he'd only used her for sex. He figured it would make her less guilty about_

_picking West, which she had.

hums softly. "You really shouldn't try and burn your bridges, you know..."

buries against him. He feels like shit, note to self, Mixing drinks only sounds like a good idea. "Had to."

sighs, patting him. "No, you didn't. You felt like you did, I'm sure. Eliza's a strong girl though, you know that best of all of us."

whines a little. She was, but... "Had to for West." With him in the way, Eliza wasn't going to date either of them, and he knew West wanted to be with her.

hums softly. "No, you didn't. This is what makes you a good person, Gilbert. Putting other people ahead of you, even if you seem to regret it later," he smiles, holding him close.

snorts at that. He was hardly a good person. He's grateful for the comfort though, and latches onto Francis tightly.

smiles, petting his hair back and letting him cling.

guesses the blonde is a good friend afterall...

of course a good friend!!

finally pipes up "Do you have food?"

laughs at that. "Oui, I always have food."

nods. "Food...bitte."

smiles, patting him again. "That means you have to stop using me as a pillow."7

grumbles at that, latching on tighter. "No..."

laughs softly. "Then I suppose food will just have to wait," he hums, threading his fingers through Gil's hair.

slowly relaxes a little. He will never ever admit to liking the petting, but he does. "Fraaaaaaaan.."

hums softly, smiling down at him. "Giiiilll~" he replies, continuing the petting.

huffs softly. "Danke..."

smiles fondly. "Of course, mon ami. I'm always here for you~" he murmurs softly.

pauses for a moment. "I miss Antonio..."

hums softly, nodding. "I wish he were around more..."

mumbles in agreement. He was probably...napping in a field or..something.

chuckles at that, nodding in agreement. "Do you still want me to make you food, or would you like to nap...?" he asks softly.

sighs. "Dunno..." He sounds very distressed about it. "I'm hungry, and tired..." He's not sure which one he wants more.

laughs gently, leaning down to iss his forehead again. "I'm going to make you something to eat, or else you'll just be up halfway through the night and ask for something then," he hums, trying to gently

slide out from under him.

grumbles a little, trying to move around so Francis can escape. "Okay..."

smiles, sliding a cushion under his head to make up for it. "Now don't go falling asleep before food's ready, alright?" he challenges, patting Gil's forhead before walking off to the kitchen.

huffs. "I won't!" But he curls onto his side, eyes already dropping closed.

just laughs, knowing he'd have to wake the other. He makes him a quick sandwich and a tall glass of water, bringing it out on tray for him.

halfway dozed off, not having heard Francis come back into the room.

arches a brow when he sees this, pausing at the edge of the couch before shouting out an old battle cry, just for the hell of it.

startles, jumping up and mumbling in German as he puts up his fists.

laughs, staying where he is to avoid getting punched. "I warned you not to fall asleep~"

flops back onto the couch. "Fuck you." Auugh. "Food?"

grins happily, sitting down next to him and carefully handing over the tray. "Food. Eat up sleepy head, and make sure you drink that entire glass of water."

leans against his side, nibbling at the food. It was delicious, but the last thing he wanted was his stomach throwing a revolt.

smiles and wraps his arm around Gil's shoulders, content to support him while he ate.

sighs softly, offering some to Francis between his bites.

chuckles softly, accepting a bite but insisting that Gilbert eat most of it.

only hums softly, still nibbling and drinking some water. He still feels dizzy and tired, but he's sobering up a little bit.

pleased that Gilbert seems to be looking better. He rubs his back a little consolingly, smiling at him.

tries to smile back at him a little. "What do I do?"

hums softly, smiling at him. "We go and find Antonio, and you two fuck until it's not even an issue anymore~" he teases.

snorts at that. "Antonio..." He missed the other a lot, he did. "Hasn't been seen in ages." He's not really thinking it over, but he did miss the Spaniard's ass..

laughs happily, nodding. "He should be around more soon, I'm pretty sure. And of course, you should let me watch, even if I'm not allowed to join~" he winks.

snorts at that. "You should join. Tell Greg to watch."

chuckles, shaking his head. "I doubt he'd enjoy that... he can get a little possessive~" he grins, conspiratorially whispering the last part.

glances at him, an eyebrow raised. "Don' tell him then."

tuts at him. "I gave him my word I wouldn't cheat on him."

siiighs, long and exaggerated.

pats his back with a little laugh.

continues nibbling at his food, watching the other carefully. "Oi..."

hums, looking over at him again. "Oi?"

trying to word his thoughts properly. "I'm...not completely shitty...right? I mean..." All he can think of is Eliza again, and he shakes his head, pushing more food into his mouth.

blinks at this, sighs softly and smiling at him sympathetically as he realizes what he's referring to. "You're not shitty Gilbert. You do some shity things... hell, we all do.. but you're not a shitty guy."

about that. He feels like a shitty guy a lot of the time. "You're sure?"

nods, looking very certain. "I'm sure. Would I really count you as a best friend if you were a terrible person?"

him a look, and he's trying to conceal his amusement. "You're dating Greg. You have shit taste in people."

frowns at him. "That's dangerous territory to go for someone who came crying to me over relationships earlier.." he scolds.

grumbles softly at that. "Jaaa, well...." Gregory was so...gruff. He didn't see the appeal.

hums at that. "What's wrong with Gregory? He's been there for me for years.."

shrugs, drinking some of the water. "I guess. Wouldn't be my choice, though."

furrows his brow a bit. "If you have something to say, you should tell me you know.." he says, getting a bit defensive.

Francis is overthinking it. "What? Fran..." He rolls his eyes. "Nein. Nothing. If he's good to you, then great." The other was getting worked up too easily.

basically just told he had terrible taste in boyfriends, so of course he's worked up. He eyes him suspiciously, humming in doubt but letting it drop.

still a little drunk, so he doesn't think much by his words. "Hey Fran...I think I left my chick at home.."

could tell, and that's why he was letting ti drop. "I haven't seen him, so I'll wager you did," he agrees.

siiiighs. "Poor him...I miss him."

pats his back. "I'm sure he's enjoying his time away from you," he teases.

swats at him, missing by...not as much as before. "Rude."

laughs, leaning away a bit. "You love me."

huffssss. "I do. Ass."

grins, kissing his cheek. "Finish your water."

drains the rest of his glass, flopping against Francis' side. "I'm hot... You'd bang me, right? Again? Theoretically if you were in a position to be banging other people?"

laughs a bit wrapping an arm around. "Oui, I would 'bang' you. We have in the past, why wouldn't I now?"

shrugs. "Dunno..."

pats him sympathetically.

should probably stop thinking about Eliza. At least while this drunk. "Wanna distract me?"

laughs a little at that. "How shall I distract you then?"

huffs. "You used to distract me with sex. Now you can't..."

chuckles, shaking his head. "No, which is why I asked instead this time... perhaps I could offer you a massage though? I am not sure if it would help.."

doesn't know if it will either. "That depends. Are you massaging my dick?"

smiles at him, arching a brow you'd have to ask Gregory about that one."

hums. "Don't think he'd agree...."

chuckles and shakes his head. "Definitely not."

siiiiighs. "Laame."

pats his head.

leans against him. "Can't I just...steal you?"

wraps an arm around him. "Trying to steal my affections away? Mm, tsk tsk how naughty of you~" he teases, leaning in to kiss Gil's forehead.

siiighs. "Jaaaaa, it used to be so easy."

chuckles softly. "Sorry love~"

scoffs slightly, tucking his face into Francis' neck. "You're not..."

pats his back. "Maybe not entirely," he admits.

huffs against him. "Can I sleep here?"

smiles softly and nods. "Of course cherie. I'll set you up in the guest room for the night."

whines at that. "Can I sleep with youuu? No sex."

hums a little, but of course gives in. "You're going to make me wear pajamas? tsk," he teases, but stands to lead Gil to the bedroom.

leans against him, stumbling every so often. "I love you. Danke, Francis..."

laughs a little, doing his best to keep him upright, and eventually duping himm in bed. "Je t'adore, Gilbert. Get comfortable, I'll get you a bucket and a facecloth before joinging you."

hums, wriggling out of his pants, and pulling off his shirt. "Don't need a bucket." He wasn't that bad...was he? Maybe..

hums, he used it as pretty standard for drunks. "Are you sure? If you throw up on my bed, you're the one cleaning it up.."

pauses for a second, before making a hand motion for the bucket. Just in case.

smiles, disappearing for a moment to get everything and to shut off the lights so he can climb into bed too.

sets the bucket next to the bed, and settles under the covers. He waits until Francis has settled in as well, before latching onto him.

hums, starting to settle in and unable to help but laugh softly as Gilbert immediately clings to him. "Goodnight dear~" he teases gently, settling in comfortably.