Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy my peoplez. Wuz gud? So I come to you today with this update. I'm sorry if I don't get to update a lot. I have an upcoming project that I am working on plus I am studying my ass off for finals. Plus my bus driver is a total betch (she yells at everyone for nothing and she is just really mean) and just BLEH. All dis stressssss!!!!
But yes. I will do my best to update for all meh cheesepuffs!
I tied the chapter title in with one of my favorite songs. What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club.
Also I know this is completely irrelevant, but if you want to read very well written and absolutely beautiful GerIta stories, go read Make Me and its sequel I'm Yours by beauxbelle (I think that's right._.) on wattpad. BEAUTIFUL OMG I CRIED.
Ohkay enough of me. Let's do this thing!
____________________________
Germany's P.O.V.
All day, I had been thinking about one thing, 'today is Friday', which means today, Feli and I go back to the bar. Even though it has been 1 week and a few days since he was hospitalized, he had agreed that he would go. Of course I was concerned for his well being. He had just been hospitalized from a car accident and was talking about going out drinking.
Even though this fact was here and in play, he insisted that he was fine. He has never been the type to take no for an answer. He told me that he would drive. I'm still not sure how he knew the way last time. When we where there, he carried himself around the pub like he had been there a million times over. He talked to the bartender like he was an old friend. Far all I know, he could be.
There was a lot I didn't know about him. He does look innocent and helpless, and even ACTS like that sometimes. But then you have to take the time to remember, his country was where the mafia originated. He is a kind, gentle, and funny man; but he is terrifying when he needs to be.
Upstairs, could hear his footsteps. Soon followed, he could be heard coming down the stairs. I turn to look at him, and I am caught with an amazing sight. He was wearing another pear of black skinny jeans, only these were ripped on the legs, a black sleeveless Led Zeppelin shirt, and his hair was swooped back, kinda like the doctor who was at the hospital, only a bit more in place.
Hot. Fucking. Damn. His shirt hung loosely on his small yet built frame, the sleeves absent, showing off his muscles that wouldn't be noticeable otherwise. The pants hugged his legs just right, making my pants do the same. {(¬‿¬)}
Gilbert came over yesterday and said he had something for Feli, gave a plastic bag that had something in it to him, and left with a small wink in my direction. Now I know what it was. It was this outfit. Straight down to the shoes, which were a pair of gray high tops. I could barely breathe at the sight. He looked absolutely stunning compared to me. I was wearing jeans, a gray t-shirt and a pair of shoes I just randomly picked out.
Is he trying to make me want to fuck the sh- I mean what. I didn't say that. Nope.
"Yes you did." I hear Kiku say. "What?" I ask in confusion. "You did say that. You were thinking out loud, idiot." He says with a roll of his eyes. I cover my face with my hands in order to hide my face, which was now a scarlet color. I was too busy being embarrassed to be angry at Kiku for calling me an idiot.
I could hear Feli laughing at the bottom of the stairs. It wasn't a small laugh. Oh no. It was in the floor, full on snorting laughter. This caused me to smile so big that my face hurt. I peer between my fingers to see Italy on the ground in a laughing fit.
"HAHAHA-HEUP-HAHAHAHAHAHA-HEUP- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* AHAHAHAAAAA!!!!" A mixture of squeals, snorts, wheezes and laughs were coming form directly in front of me. I couldn't help but laugh as well. "Heheh... Heheheheheheheh... Hahahaha... HahahaHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Not to long after, we were both in the floor dying of laughter.
