A/N: This chapter is from Gilbert's POV.
"Come on, Gilbert. You need to cheer up. Get over him. He wasn't that cute anyway," Francis said, pulling Gilbert into his chest. "I can give you some great sex to get you back on track!"
"First off, you thought he was pretty damn cute. I know you wanted to get in his pants real bad. Secondly, not funny, Francis," Gilbert said, pushing away from the man and staring at his plate. "You know I have never, nor will I ever let you fuck me." He grabbed his fork and angrily stabbed at a piece of meat, shoving it roughly into his mouth and chewing like a heathen. His mood would change every other minute. He would be okay with having broken up, then depressed, then lonely, then he would long for her. It went on in a vicious cycle that was eating him up. But on the outside, he mostly kept up a mask of trying to be strong. His two best friends could tell it was still eating him alive, though.
"Amigo, if you keep eating like that, you're going to choke." Antonio's green eyes looked on Gilbert, full of worry. "Why don't you just go talk to him. I bet it will make you feel better. You can ask him why he did... whatever it was that he did."
Gilbert had refused to tell anyone why they had broken up. As much as he resented the lies, he didn't want her to get in trouble and even telling Francis and Antonio could be risky with the way those two forget to keep their voices down. The part of him that was still in love with... her... wouldn't let him hurt her in that way.
Since the locker room incident, he had avoided her the best he could. Every time he saw her, his heart leapt into his throat and his feet threatened to drag him over to her. There was just something about her that made him want to forgive her, even though she had lied to him. How the hell did she expect to get away with it for so long when they were in a goddamn relationship?! His heart wrenched painfully and he rubbed at his chest, mood turning from sorrow to anger again.
"You need to get laid," Francis continued, looking at his friend's sorry condition. "That will get you back up and running. I know a few girls." The Frenchman winked. "And a few guys too."
"I don't want to fuck a random person!" Gilbert shouted, standing up so fast that his chair toppled over. "I'm done with this conversation, Francis."
"Calm down, mon ami! I will stop. Just sit down. You are causing a scene!"
"No. I need to take a walk."
"I'll come with you!" Antonio chimed in.
"Alone," Gilbert growled, glaring at both of them before walking away without bothering to right his chair.
As soon as he was in the hall, he rubbed at his chest, letting the sadness overcome him again. When the hell was it going to stop?!
The big Russian kid stopped in front of him, smirking. "He really did rip out your heart, hmm Gilbert?" The childish smile stayed on his face as he enjoyed the look of suffering on Gilbert's face.
"No," Gilbert responded simply, wishing nothing more than that the idiot would leave him alone.
"Oh, so you don't want to know any news about him or his current condition?" The smirk widened. He knew that Gilbert wouldn't take this news lightly. He knew that Gilbert needed to know how his ex was doing.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, so you don't know?" Ivan's eyebrow raised.
"No, I don't know. Why don't you enlighten me?"
"For a price."
Gilbert groaned. "What's your goddamn price?"
"You tell me the real reason that you broke up."
"Why do you want to know?"
"I like gossip. So, do we have a deal?"
Gilbert hesitated. "Fine. He lied to me. Over vacation, he went home and screwed around with his ex." Gilbert clenched his fists, letting himself feel upset so that it would show on his face and the damn Russian would believe him.
"Oh, you poor thing." The smile curved up again. "Even though he did that to you, you still care that he is so sick that he can't even leave his bed?"
"What? You're lying!"
"Why would I?" The smile left his lips quicker than it had appeared.
"Shit. I have to see him." He tried to push past Ivan, but the man stood his ground.
"Oh, Gilbert. You are too hasty. Aren't you forgetting? You're mad at him! Why would you ruin your streak over a little illness?"
"I fucking miss him, okay!? Get the fuck out of my way!" He shoved Ivan hard and tried to run only to be pinned against the wall by his neck, the fingers closing off his windpipe slowly, letting just enough air past to keep him conscious.
"That was a cute little stunt you pulled there. You know I'm not so easily spurned."
"Fuck you," Gilbert gasped out, trying to struggle from the grip. He spat up at Ivan's face.
Eyes narrowing, Ivan wiped off the spit and then pulled back his arm, hand balling into a fist as it made its way for Gilbert's nose, a nice crack coming as it made contact. Blood flowed freely from Gilbert's nose as the hand came away and Ivan looked satisfied.
"What's going on here?" Ludwig had just turned the corner, and looked between the two of them, fury in his eyes.
"Nothing," Ivan said sweetly, releasing Gilbert's throat. His hand left a red print on Gilbert's pale skin and there was blood all over the two of them, more still spouting from Gilbert's nose.
"Bruder, is it true?" He asked as soon as he could get enough air into his lungs.
"Is what true?"
"Are there unicorns in the fucking courtyard? What the fuck do you think I'm asking you?!"
Ivan slipped away while the two were talking, avoiding any consequences that would have come from his actions against Gilbert.
"You still love him? After all that moping, you still love him?"
"Yes! Now is it fucking true?!"
Ludwig frowned and after a moment of hesitation, he replied, "Ja. He hasn't been out of bed for a week."
"Shit. I need to see him."
He took off again, regardless of how winded he was, not giving a single thought to the blood covering his front.
Ludwig was going to tell him to clean up, but he didn't think his brother would listen to sense, so he set about finding Ivan and giving him a nose to match Gilbert's.