Labor Day. Also known as the official last day for a summer blowout before it was time to return back to school or work. You had wanted to spend that last day by the seashore, by yourself, with no one around to bug you. It seems all summer, you were bugged to death by your childhood friend, Gilbert Beilschmidt. He had pestered you 24/7 to go out with him and his "posse" to anywhere from a bar to a strip club. You weren't one to drink or look at half naked women flaunt their bodies in front of perverted men, so you declined to all of his invites. All you did during the summer was hang out with your best friend, Elizabeta.
You walked down the shoreline, staring out at the magnificent blue seas that rippled with waves. The salty air blew through your (h/l)(h/c), draping behind your shoulders. A smile was dancing on your plump pink lips. You had never felt this relax before in your life. You tried to relax and ease your mind, but Gilbert would constantly blow your phone up with incoming calls and messages. You could never turn your phone off in case there was an emergency of some sort, so it was a win-lose situation; win for him, lose for you.
A gentle sigh parted your lips. Your short shorts hugged the curves of your sides fantastically. The (f/c) bikini top with (s/f/c) polka dots was tied securely on your chest, barely making your breasts bounce up and down with each step you took. Things were going just perfectly until...
"______!! Hey, _______!" that was voice belonged to none other than Gilbert. The sound of his voice ruptured in your ear drums, causing you to come to a halt. You stole a glance over your shoulder, just in time to see Gilbert run up to you and tackle you into a bear hug.
"G...Gilbert! Let me go!" you squeaked as his grip tightened around your waist. The Prussian man laughed that annoying laugh.
"Keseseseses~ Oh, come on, mein liebling. It's been immer since ve have seen each other! Can I not hug you?" he said to you, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. A soft blush tinted your cheeks, but you quickly shook it away.
"Well, Gilbert," you started as you wriggled out of his death grip and turned to face him, "You've been bugging me all day and all night for the past month. I just needed a little break from you," you said to him. A wave a disappointment crossed over the Albino's face, and you happened to notice it. Gilbert indeed was one to have his ego crushed so easily by the simplest of objections and whatnot, but the look on his face looked completely different than all his other faces when he feels hurt. This one looked real and sincere.
"Oh, I see. Well, I'm sorry for bothering you so much, (Name). I just...wanted us to hang out, you know?" he quickly looked away at the last sentence, his pale face heating up in a blush. You had never seen Gilbert blush before, so this was new to you. Sighing out heavily, you spoke.
"Alright, we can hang out. Just don't hug me again," you said, chuckling a bit. His entire face lit up with joy as he looked at you, who had a small smile on your face.
"I knew you would agree to hang out with ze awesome me!" ignoring what you had said at the end of your sentence, Gilbert had pulled you into another massive bear hug. Once again, you tried to wriggle out of it, but this time your attempt proved worthless.
"Gilbert! I said not to hug me!" you shrieked, placing your hands on his masculine bare chest and tried pushing away.
"No vay! I like hugging you, mein liebe!" he laughed, twirling you around in his arms. The sudden movement made you squeak in surprise and making you blush even more. Just like seeing him blush, you rarely saw him this happy. There was his cheesy happy or his gloating happy, but this was a totally different side of happy you've seen of the German. You kind of liked it. Chuckling, you finally pulled away from him.
"What's with the total attitude change, Gil? I've never seen you like this before," you seem to have struck something because another massive blush washed over his face. Being the oblivious person you were, you had no idea why he was blushing. Truth be told, Gilbert had a massive crush on you. You were one of those girls that couldn't read the atmosphere very well. Maybe it had something to do with hanging around Antonio too much.
"Oh my goodness, Gilbert! You're blushing!" you giggling, poking one of his pink cheeks. Gilbert hissed at you in a serious manner, but all you did was laugh at how red his face was. "You look like one of Toni's tomatoes!"
"Shut up, frau!" he growled at you, shaking his head frantically to get the blush off of his face. The shaking only made the blush rush from his cheeks to the tip of his broad nose. Feeling a bit brave, you stood on your tippy toes and pecked him softly on his red nose. His crimson red eyes shot wide open with surprise and shock at what you had just done.
"You're pretty cute when you blush, Gilbert," you smiled as you finished your laughing fit. The red eyed Albino gently touched his nose and smiled back at you.
Thank you, mein liebling," he said to you. Before anything else could happen between you both, Gilbert took a hold of one of your hands and grinned broadly. "And now, we're off! The za land of Awesome!" and with that, Gilbert pulled you along with you. All you could do was giggle.