You studied the math problem more carefully, trying to figure out how to multiply fractions.
Hmm,
you thought.
Maybe, if I convert this to a-
Your thoughts were interrupted as something tiny hit you in the forehead. Closing your eyes, you took a few calming breaths.
"Gilbert," you sighed out patiently.
"No more spitballs. Please!"
You begged, opening your eyes to glance at the smirking Prussian. The smirk fell from his face, lips curling into a pout and eyebrows furrowing in a scowl.
"Aaw, but you're being too boring!"
He complained, and your heart melted a little.
"But Gil-"
You started hopelessly, but were cut off by his forced smile and remark;
"But I understand, you need to study." You nodded, a sad smile forming on your lips.
"Yep, which really is too bad..."
You trailed off hopelessly and shrugged, swallowing your guilty feeling and looking down to avoid his disappointed scarlet eyes. One look into them, and bam! you fell for it. He usually did this every time, and more than half of the time succeeded. But this time? Nope. You needed to learn fractions. Reluctantly returning to your math book, you continued your previous attempts of struggling throught the math. But just as you lifted your hand to pick up your pencil, a tiny ball of wettened paper pinged off your hand. Trying to hold down the frusteration that bubbled up in you, you slowly turned to face the Prussian.
One glance and eyebrow raise from you, and he was already squirming unconfortably under your steely gaze. Don't get me wrong.
I mean, you secretly loved the cheeky albino... But at tragic times like this, you had to study.
You quickly pencilled in your answer, before smiling to yourself and facing the next question. You worked peacefully in scilence, completely undisturbed. So quiet. Too quiet... Sure, it was a library, and yeah, you were at the back of it, where you didn't hear whatever noise happened in the building, but still...
It was eerily quiet, not a conforting quiet. It was the kind where you knew that it wasn't a natural quiet- like gazing out the window at a calm, peaceful snowfall contrasting on a starry black night. That was a nice quiet. This was not. You nervously looked up from your math textbook, blushing a little when you realized that Gil had been staring intently at you.
"Uuh, Gil?"
You squeaked out nervously, slightly concerned.
"You know..."
He started slowly, a smirk worming it's way to his lips.
"There is an a lot easier way- and awesomer way- to learn those stupid things,"
Damn you loved his accent. You perked up a little at that, snapping the textbook shut.
"Oh?"
You replied, suddenly a lot more intrested.
"Yeah,"
You grinned. Away from that wretched book, yay!
"Tell me,"
You prompted him eagerly. He nodded and grinned in agreement.
"Okay, so. Let's use real life stuff."
You nodded and murmured in agreement.
"If Francis kisses Arthur for a third of a second seven times-"
"Gil!"
You interrupted him with a protest, yet unable to hold in your laughter. He grinned at you innocently, but you could see right through it and at the cheekiness.
"What? I'm not finished, and you should be writing this down,"
He nodded at your grid paper where your hand, still grasping your pencil, rested. You nodded, stifling a last giggle, and wrote down 20/60 x 7.
"For how many seconds,"
Gil continued.
"Did he kiss Arthur, if he did this thice?"
You frowned.
"Twice?"
You echoed, a little confused. He nodded confidently.
"Yeah, like this..."
He snatched the pencil from you, and butterflies erupted from your stomach when his fingers brushed against your's. He scribbled down a little while, then shoved the paper to you again.
"And that is the equation."
20/60 x 7 x 2.
You nodded, your previously frowning face melting into a grin. But the smile changed back into a scowl when you asked,
"But, how do I figure it out?"
He rolled his eyes.
"How dumb are you?" He muttered. "First, you multiply 20/60 by seven, and then the answer from that by two. Is it that hard?"
Well, it sure as hell would be a lot easier if you weren't distracted by his beautiful face and sexy accent. You shook your head after only a split second of hesitation, and, after a moment of thinking, jotted down: 140/60. You frowned at your answer.
"But Gil, that doesn't even make sense!"
You whined your complaint, rolling your eyes.
"Do you listen at all in math class?" He asked, slightly amused. You blushed. You actually spent math time dreaming of him and other stuff like food. Come on, who even did the math? Obviously him. You had never expected him to be good at it, though.
"Y-Yes..."
You lied. He smirked.
"I see... Well, after we finish this question, we can take a break. This is called an improper fraction, this answer. How many times does 140 go into 60?"
He asked, and it felt like something clicked in your brain. Beaming, you snatched the paper from him, and after a few moments of rapid scribbling, you had jotted down:
4 2/3.
You stuffed the paper in his hand, and he quickly read it, eyes lighting up with pride.
"Very good! And you reduced the answer,"
He added, grinning at you. You smiled back shyly, blushing.
"You are learning, finally! "He finished in a cheeky tone. You stuck your tongue out at him, blushing a little. It was his fault you hadn't learned even this easy stuff during class.
"Come here."
He suddenly whispered, causing shivers to run down your spine. "Why are you whispering?" You replied in the same quiet voice.
"Because it's a library," He replied, grinning. "Now, are you going to listen or not?"
You slowly, a little hesitantly, walked around the table and to him, curious as to what he was doing.
He motioned for you to sit, and you did, next to him.
"You learned quickly,"
He smirked, and you nodded.
"Yeah, you're a better teacher than mine..."
You admitted with a laugh. He smiled at you, slowly reaching a hand up to lift your chin up- and your eyes met his. You bit your lip, wanting to look away but being unable to.
"Stop it, Gil!" You hissed, blushing.
"You don't mean that," He said cockily. As much as you hated to, you had to admit that he was right. He gently pressed a finger against your lip. His crimson eyes bore into your eyes.
"Or do you?" He asked, dragging the finger down your jaw. Damn, he was hot. But there was a problem- the librarian was a grouchy hag who hated romance and children, so you were uneasy at the very thought of making out in the library.
"What if I do mean it?" You asked coyly, smirking a little. "I know you don't," He answered, still holding eye contact. You gulped, realizing that he was slowly drawing nearer. Your sudden jolt of confidence had left, and you felt yourself melting closer to him, under his gaze.
"Fine. I don't."
That was all he needed. His finger, previously resting on your collarbone, was joined by his others as he cupped your neck and pulled you in a little closer. And then it happened. A kiss in the heat of the moment, lack of breath, the sharp screaming of the librarian, hurried gathering of school supplies, then sprinting down the hallway, laughing until your sides ached, hand in hand with Gil. Needless to say, you didn't return to school that day.
A/N
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