"(Name)! The Awesome me is here to make your life complete!" Gilbert yelled, his words slurred due to the affect of all the alcohol he drank at the Valentine's day dance earlier. He spiked the punch, and got drunk off his own prank.
You flinched as Elizaveta opened her window that was beside your's and yelled for the albino to shut up quite loudly, smashing something inside of her dorm next door. You exhaled, trying to calm yourself, and resist the urge to join Elizaveta in screaming at the top of your lungs.
"(Name)! Lizzie's attacking me!" Gilbert yelped loudly, followed by more cursing in Hungarian.
You stormed to the window just as a frying pan flew from the Hungarian's window, it would've hit Gil if he hadn't of jumped from it's range quickly. "Go home!" You commanded the drunk Prussian.
"No! The Awesome Me loves you!" He yelled holding out his bare arms as if he was about to give you a big bear hug. You noticed that he was naked, except for the white pair of boxers sporting the Prussian flag. He must've been streaking earlier, "and the awesome me won't stop until you're in his arms."
"Please, (Name)," Elizaveta stuck her head out of the window beside your's, "get in his arms! I have a test tomorrow, I need my sleep." She pleaded.
"I love you!" Gilbert yelled, "why do birds suddenly appear, everytime, you are near?" He started singing, his key horribly off, going from high to low slurrily, "just like me, they want to be, close to y-o-u!"
"Shut up!" You commanded, blushing fiercely, knowing that you and Gil would be the talk of the school by tomorrow.
He pointed at you, "I'm taking that as an invitation to come up!" then he proceeded to run inside of the girl's dormatory building, not waiting to hear your refusal.
You sighed, pulling away from the window and pushing it down to shut it. "(Name), the awesomeness is here." A slurred voice sounded from outside your closed door.
"I'm not letting you in, Gil." You resolved, crawling under the warm covers of your small bed, resting your head on the pillow and reaching over to the nightstand, turning off the lamp with just a click.
"One day," The Prussian's voice was just a whisper, but loud enough to hear through your door, "I'm going to marry you." He promised.
Your cheeks warmed, your heart skipping a beat at his vow, "...goodnight, Gilbert."
The door cracked open slightly, his tall figure shadowed against the light, "And sweet dreams." He whispered, closing the door again, slipping the extra key back under the matt, and sliding down the wall, his bare legs pulled against his chest, his arms around his knees.
You weren't in his arms, but he'd take what he could get.