Hours passed and no one said anything. No one wanted to talk anyway, Gilen was far too angry and Lovino was terrified. He was shuddering and silently sobbing, afraid to make eye contact with anything.
Gilbert found the atmosphere strange. Too awkward.
"Does anyone want to talk?"
As expected, nothing was said back. Of course, no one was in the mood. Why would they be?
Gilbert drummed his fingers against the floor anxiously. Who even knew what was going to happen next? What could even be done to help them?
Gilen lifted himself up from leaning on the walls. He was still clutching his arm tightly, trying to cross his arms as well.
"I don't want to talk, Gilbert." Gilen hissed. "Be quiet."
"Well, I was only trying..." Gilbert mumbled sarcastically, acting as if he'd done nothing wrong at all.
Being stubborn wasn't going to help at all.
The way Gilen was clutching his arm caught his eye- he seemed like he was in a lot of pain. He was probably concealing something.
"Hey Gilen, is something wrong with your arm?" Gilbert asked, looking straight at him, wide-eyed. "You might want that checked out."
Gilen sighed, putting his hand to his face at something so ridiculous. "Yeah, my arm is fucked up. Where the fuck am I supposed to get a repair?"
"I just feel bad for you, that's all." Gilbert replied, going quieter after each word.
"Just be aware that they are controlling you, ok?"
Gilen knew this already, but it always gave him shivers down his spine to hear it. Being controlled against his will? Really?
He nodded, before laying back down in the tiny available space he had, that didn't require him to move his already screwed up arm too much. He stared up at the ceiling wearily.
"Hey Gilbert? I just want to say-"
Gilbert perked his head up a little upon hearing his name.
"-thank you. For sticking up for me. I wish you didn't get punished for it but... It makes me feel as if I'm worth something." he sighed and closed his eyes exhaustedly, just expecting the silence to be the only thing listening.
"Good night, Gilen."
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"Day three out of seven. Another day, another meeting." Alfred said to himself, pulling all the chairs out for the others to sit at. He switched on everything that needed to, turned on switches that needed to be turned on and sighed.
"These guys sure do have a busy schedule! Like us, really. These awful clones even copy our meeting arrangements!" he stated, pulling out the all-important keyboard and remote from a wooden drawer.
Only one person was with him in the room- Yao. Usually Ludwig would be the first- or one of the first to arrive. He would be the one to coordinate the meeting. Everyone was used to his organization, and no one asked for anyone to take over.
But it just kind of happened.
"Hey Yao, I was thinking of imposing a new rule: those who don't participate get punished." Alfred spoke, turning over to face him, at the back corner on top of the table. "I think you'd be the first to get it, you've said hardly anything."
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The Cover Up | 2p!Talia
FanfictionAfter being created by accident, the unimportant clones were 'swept under the rug' to avoid trouble. Trouble comes back, when they least expect it. | Featuring some 2p! ItaCan, 2p! Prumano and 2p! UsUk. | Also on Quotev!