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[Natalia Arlovskaya]

The final class period of the day, finally. As an added bonus, since it was the beginning of school and all the day was filled with was boring policies and procedures, they class now had some free time before heading back to the dorms. Or out to town. Whatever.

Natalia boredly drummed her pen on the desk, watching as other students from all over the world interacted with each other. It was mildly disgusting, seeing as the Belorussian felt her country was just a little superior to the rest. 'Look at them.. Like old friends, just.. Interacting like that.' The only thing worse than foreigners was foreigners becoming so close. It was just plain unnatural, and weird. To top it off, no one had even talked to her yet. True, Natalia wasn't exactly looking to start a conversation with a strangers, but it hurt her pride that she wasn't even glanced at; she didn't realize she had been glaring through the whole class. Nothing interesting, surrounded by strangers, boring class, no Ivan.. How was she supposed to feel?

Suddenly someone toppled onto her desk. The blond jumped up and growled as she realized what happened; she hated being surprised. "Watch where the hell you're going," she snapped in her native tongue. The Belorussian promptly shoved the other student off her desk, picking up her book bag in a huff and stomping to an empty desk.

When she sat down quickly, her pen accidentally flew off her notebook and at the other person. "Sorry," she muttered quickly. She didn't mean it, instead it was more of an automatic response than anything. After all, she hadn't really done anything wrong. She stared ahead at the front of the class for a few moments, deciding to cool off a bit before she ended up snapping at her neighbor and causing a ruckus of some sort. (The previous student was shooting her glares every so often.) After about a minute, Natalia slowly turned to the other person, her eyes showed a dull interest. "Like I said, sorry. Can I have my pen back?" She hadn't taken in the other person's features yet, still being rather lost in her thoughts. "Or are you planning on stealing it?"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert Beilschmidt closed his unusually crimson eyes and ran a pale hand through his equally pale, silverish white hair. His whole body ached from moving and walking around too much, and also from stress. Not saying that he was weak, of course, he was far too awesome for that. But carrying about leather bags full of crappy and thick books (Mein Gott, they were the same thickness of Kirkland's eyebrows.) was extremely tiring. Rolling his shoulders and throwing his head back as to stretch, he winced heard his body clench and crack, and he sat up on his seat, willing the time to go by faster.

Crimson eyes followed every movement that his classmates made, which had inevitably earned him the name 'Stalker'. Thin, long fingers had been tapping the wooden desk, bored. His eyes kept on straying to the clock, and made a cycle: teacher, board, clock, other classmates, desk, then back to the teacher. Sighing, the German just sighed and tilted his head to the right, not understanding what the hell the teacher was saying. Finally catching the concept, he took out his pencil and wrote in his awesome notebook, then waited for the class to end.

End. Yes, he was done with this. As the students began to file out of the door, he frankly wanted to stay and wallow in the quietness. But seeing as how everyone was so loud, he knew that their voices would carry on to here, and shook his head, more to himself. No, going to the dorm would be indeed better. Standing up, Gilbert took his bag from the corner of the desk, and stepped to get out, when he lost balance. He saw how the bag straps had been caught at the corner of the desk, and it had basically pulled him back. Oh, come on. He knew he was awesome, but seriously? Falling was so unawesome.

"Wh-whoa!" Was the words he yelped when he slammed into an another person's desk, in which was occupied. Crap, who the heck was that? Eyes widened both in surprise and embarrassment as he stopped himself from falling over completely by putting his hands on the desk.

"Watch where you're going."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. The voice snapped at him, and he realized it was Natalia Arlovskaya, the Belorussian. He had never actually talked to her before, but since she was related to Braginski, he knew he couldn't trust or make friends with her. Besides, from the things he'd heard, she carried knives. That was never a good thing, and he knew that. But even before he could say a 'Sorry, but I am too awesome and I tripped on my own awesomness,' she just moved out of the way and sat angrily on another chair. Who put the stick up her -- now, that wasn't nice, and Ludwig had told him to behave. That was no-fun.

Listening to the other, he smirked. "Whoa, whoa, I'm sorry for slamming into your desk, mm?" Rather flirty, his held up his hands in surrender, then half-lidded his eyes. This would be fun, he just hoped he would get out of the room alive. Holding the pen in his hand, he looked over to see that the door was open, no one else there. Gilbert just held the pen, then began to chew on the edge of it, then made a surprised look, as if he'd just realized that it wasn't his, but the girl's.

"Whoops, sorry!"

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Freedom? Finally. Natalia glanced as the others left, shooting an equally relieved look at the clock. 'It's about time, I was about to knife someone.' The desk incident and the fact that she was bored to hell dint' help her usually-snappy mood become any lighter. Anyways, it was time to get back to the dorm, or better yet, she could go to a cafe instead of going back to the two idiot Americans she shared a dorm with. But for now, the pen.. The Belorussian stood and turned back to the other person, not realizing it was the same one that fell on her desk that now had her pen. He looked.. vaguely familiar, although his sharp features didn't really remind her of anyone in particular that she knew; certainly not related to anyone she knew or cared about. 'Then again..' Whoa. His hair reminded her of Ivan's.

'Back on track, Natalia,' she reminded herself before she got too lost in the thoughts of her brother again. 'That's for another time..' She was still a little upset she hadn't managed to track him down after all, seeing as some idiot at the front desk made the mistake of changing his dorm. 'But at least Yakaterina is there with me..' Ack. Off track again. The long school day really put a toll on a person..

The blond blinked and looked up at the person again, more relieved class was over than anything. "So my-.." Whoa. What. Natalia narrowed her blue gaze as she felt an instant anger flare within her. Chewing on the pen.. Who did he think he was?! Was he stupid? "Uhm, excuse me..." she began with her slight accent, her voice shaking to keep calm. After all, no need to start a scene over a pen right? There was more. But.. no. She had found (stolen) that pen from Ivan's desk back at home. The Belorussian stayed quiet for a few moments, knowing her next word could be some she regretted. Staring at the stranger's crimson eyes, she realized something, or imagined it. Was.. was he being flirty!? The nerve; for some reason, her anger diminished a small amount.

Nerve. If she wasn't so pissed off at the fact that the pen was her beloved brother's, she might have praised the person on their bravery. 'After kicking their ass of course.' Didn't he know who she was? Hell, even people who didn't know knew who she knew her. Either way, she found out that the school consisted of what she thought to be crybabies and weak people. Ah, wait, now she remembered. Gilbert something? Who the hell cared. Related to that one kid Ludwig.

Glancing at the door, Natalia decided to try something first before.. well she didn't know yet, but it wouldn't be nice. The Belorussian smirked; perfect, the class was practically gone by now and a new one wouldn't be coming in.

The Belorussian walked toward the person, appearing to trip, and pinned them against one of the nearby desks. Despite her rather small physique, she hoped to intimidate the person in place. "Whoops. Didn't see that there~" she said lightly. Her facade quickly disappeared into a look of playful danger; for Natalia, games were more like cat-eats-mouse instead what others considered 'fun'. "Huh? So it was you?" Well, that was kind of a surprise actually.. "But, it's not nice to chew on people's things, hm? Guess you owe me, huh?" She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Mister..?"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Feisty, just the way he liked it. He could feel his lips transforming into a smirk, and he twisted the pen in his fingers, like to almost tease her of the fact that he was chewing on her pen and flinging it around. One arm leaned on the table, and another toyed with the pen. She seemed surprised that he had chewed on her pen, and who can blame - you are just doing nothing and then someone comes and chews a pen that you accidentally flung on the floor, then get away with a 'Whoops~!'? The thought made him laugh a little bit, and he laid down the pen on the girl's table, allthewhile keeping eye-contact.

Besides, it was just a pen. She wouldn't be too riled up, would she? If someone got mad over a pen, then that person obviously wasn't awesome. And if that person wasn't awesome, then--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Once more, this chick totally had him surprised and on edge. Seeing how she was rather small in stature, she seemed to give off an intimidating and 'in-control' aura, and Gilbert was very excited to see how far he could push her without her snapping and stabbing his ass. True, it was kind of hard to not do that, but he was always very awesome, not serious, and joking around. Even in unpleasant dilemmas, he still kept his cool. Unless it was something really, very bad.

"Yeah, it's me, the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt." He chuckled, then cocked his head to the right, to see how much that action would cost him. However, her quick-metamorphosis kind of surprised him, too - she was very light and rather pixie-like in the beginning, but now she seemed like a cat, running for a mouse, a prey. And her look was for a prey, for sure.

"I forgot it wasn't mine, sorry~" Was the German's excuse, and he narrowed his eyes a little. "Hmm, I guess I could buy you a new pen if you'd like... Mein Gott, it's just a pen." He had the nerve to smile, flashing his brilliantly white teeth. "Once again, I'm sorry~"

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

She glanced at the pen as it was set on the table. Okay, so her treasured possession wasn’t lost forever, but someone still dared to desecrate it, and there still had to be payment. Who thought they were going to get away with messing with something of Ivan's and getting away with such a lame sorry?

Gilbert Beilschmidt. Name. Memorized. Any normal person wouldn’t have picked it up so quickly, but, come on, having a last name like Arlovskaya, she was already good with funked up last names.. like Ivan’s. While she pondered what to do next, she stayed where she was, not planning to let her prey move until she was done. The guy was cocky, she had to give him that, so it didn't look like she could just push him around a bit and expect him to run crying back to his dorm or whatever weird country he was from; she's have to do more. 'Well, it's been a while since I've had a bit of fun? It gets old with people running away the first threat.'

But while she pondered, she was surprised again. ‘He has the gall, to act all smug?' Something in Natalia’s brain flashed panic as he smiled; was he not intimidated the least bit? ‘Well he could faking?’ she thought for a moment, 'but he'd have to be a damn good actor.' If there was one thing the Belarusian thought for sure, it was that everyone (other than Ivan) had some sort of stupidity issue. Therefore, Gilbert could have never been smart enough to be acting in her opinion. For a while, she could only stare up at him, perplexed.

“..You.. You’re.. not..?” She paused. "испуганный..?" The Belorussian choked on her words, before her mind kicked back in and she recovered. Leaning forward a little more, she spoke in a firmer voice. "Ah, vell, Mister Beilschmidt.. It actually happens that the pen was very special to me, and I don't really think that a simple pen will be enough to make up for the sentimental value it lost." Of course, she didn't expect him to understand. He would just call her a freak or whatever the people called her in their language. "It's not just a pen," she snapped again, "And you better be sorry." Natalia paused. "You're going to have to think of another way to pay for it."

What? She really didn't know. Clean dorms for a month? Carry her stuff? Do her homework? Or he could buy another pen. 'No, that meant something,' she reminded herself. '..Find out where Ivan is?' That was a possibility, but part of her intimidation technique was to pin all the mental stress and choices on the other person. That was the fun, no?

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

This was a bit too funny, and Gilbert threw his head back to laugh rather loudly, keeping his balance by using the arm on the desk, in which he had been using it as a leaning place. His pale eyelids closed as he did so, and after a moment, he brought himself up, swiping a forefinger across his eyes as if tears had gathered there. Once more, he held up his hands in surrender as he saw how confused the other was; and the least thing the German wanted to do was to make her ang-- wait, that was the point of this... But he wanted to see he riled up, not mad or angry. If he continued this way, he reminded himself, he would be in trouble, either with her or the Principal. A-hem, that would be so not awesome.

"Look, look, I'm really sorry for laughing. But you know, this was the first day of this hole, and I needed to loosen up. Before this, everything was so not awesome." Gilbert finished his speech with that, and leaned on the desk to wait for her response; this chat was proving to be actually fun, and not a bore. Gott knew how much boring people he had met, truly, and was glad that she was turning out to be a rather interesting companion. However, as the chick started to talk once more, he realized why she had been snappy and acted like something had been stuck in her -- Damn it, he really wasn't nice, was he?

As the Belorussian continued, he couldn't help but to feel impressed by her personality. But he didn't show it just yet - he still needed to test her awesomeness. Smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck as she snapped on, and on, he felt the urge to yell, 'WHOAWHOAWHOA, Woman! Calm down, hold your horses, and have some awesomeness.' Pressing that down, he nodded as Natalia explained, and tapped his foot in a gentle manner.

"Like I said, sorry." The German said, following how she had said to him in the first place. "I'm sorry if chewing on the pen destroyed it, but I didn't leave any marks, so..." Gilbert Beilschmidt crossed his arms and put on a deceiving confused look on his face, and nodded, slowly.

"So, well, if it was that much of worth, I'll do something to make up for it. Hmm, am I forgiven then?" He flashed a smile, winking slightly. He didn't want enemies, even though Ivan wasn't the best of friends with him himself. But still, having friends were nice. "It was kind of just... Out of habit?" That part was totally truthful. So the PrussianGerman just stood there, leaning against a table, mouth pouty and crimson eyes staring, and his arms crossed against his chest.

[OOC - I totally translated that Russian. XD

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

He laughed. Natalia Arlovskaya, related to the feared Ivan Braginski, was trying to intimidate yet another person on campus, and they he had just laughed.

As Gilbert threw his head back and laughed, Natalia had the biggest urge to take one of the knives she had and slash it across his throat.. and she would have, if they weren't on school grounds. 'Lucky bastard,' she thought furiously as the German seemed to get over his quick episode, 'Another time, another place.. GONE. Just like that.' The Belorussian sighed quietly to herself, the mixture of surprise and irritation making her realize that the intimidation thing was obviously not working. "Yea, so you laugh at others when you're tense? Awesome my ass," she replied crossly. Anyways, who said awesome anymore? That was such a weird word, one destroyed by the Americans and used as slang by that.

So, anyways, back to the German.

Natalia stayed put where she was, keeping the other student against the desk; if anything, she still had to keep sort sort of advantage on the other guy. 'I just wonder why he hasn't moved though..' Minus the fact that he had about a dozen knives and could stab him to kingdom come if he tried anything, the guy could have easily moved her to the side if he wanted to. But, since he didn't, the Belorussian figured she could still get away with something. She raised an eyebrow at his expressions, a little more glad he wasn't acting to damn cocky. "No marks, but your saliva. How would you like it if I slobbed all over something of yours?"

'I don't even..' What was this anyways? One moment she was bored out of her mind, the next being intimidating, after that, laughed at.. And to top it off, she wasn't even sure what how to feel or what to say; this wasn't cat and mouse, it was more like cat and some kind of rabbit with a death wish. The Belorussian growled and poked him roughly on the forehead. "I just told you, sorry's not going to cut it." However, the offer to make it up was tempting. She stared slightly at the wink, unused to any kind of interaction that didn't include yelling, stalking, stabbing, plotting, or negative things in general. This was.. Well to be frank, it was a little unnerving.

She huffed and crossed her own arms over her chest, still trying to be at least someone intimidating with an icy glare. "Habit my осел." She smirked, glad that Gilbert wouldn't understand a word she said in Russian, although, this line was fairly obvious. "And make it up how? You'll probably go running back to your little dorm as soon as you get out of here.. But yea, I still expect you to make up for it." Strange, talking to someone who wasn't Ivan without threatening them. "..Or I'll castrate you, and trust me, I keep my word." There we go.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert just crossed his arms and smiled a little, then looked offended. "Hey, don't offend others! Awesome is a well, awesome word." He retaliated as he pouted a bit, his fingers tapping against the wood desk. Actually, he was enjoying this conversation, which was, an interesting thing in itself. Usually, these days, he didn't talk to others much, unless it was Gilberta or Ludwig. But now since she was talking, it was fun to talk back.

Who-oa, so she obviously loved the pen to death or something. A huff crossed his lips as he uncrossed his arms, sitting down at the corner of the desk. Sheesh, that was so unawesome, going off about something that was just a small thing. Sure she could have had a history with it, but really? History with a pen? It wasn't even a animal. The German's eye twitched a little, then came back into focus as Natalia Arlovskaya poked him roughly on the forehead.

Well, that was unexpected?

Damn it. He knew he should have been at least a bit intimidated, but he wasn't at all. In fact, he was amazed and ah-mazed. Whoa, this girl had some skills, didn't she? Now it all fitted in - why she had seemed so surprised and flustered when he had not been intimidated. He wanted to laugh, smile, smirk, just to get rid of the laughter building in his chest. Finally, he broke apart.

"That was so cute, Natalia~" Gilbert chuckled, even after she had said that she would castrate him, and that was indeed a promise. But he couldn't help it - the way she looked embarrassed or surprised was a new thing he was seeing, rather different from the rumours being passed on that this woman would kill you. Erm, of course he didn't disagree, but the way she acted, was cute.

The German coughed, then looked up at her with shaded, calm crimson eyes, almost begging for her to forget about the incident. "I'll do anything, so tell me what I need to do, mm? I don't like making enemies. It's messy." Gilbert nodded, almost to himself, then smiled brightly at the girl.

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

This man He comes over, falls on her desk, chews on her beloved pen, dares to not be intimidated, laughs, and now.. he calls her cute. The Belorussian had been called many names int he past; weirdo, freak, knife-nut, stalker, commie, and a whole list of other curses and titles in both her language and that of others.. Most of them, she couldn't say in school. But something she did? Cute? No, that wasn't possible. Natalia Arlovskaya was supposed to be intimidating dammit!

The blond's glare wavered only for a moment before resuming its usual cold stare. "What is wrong with you?! I'm related to Ivan, Ivan Braginski. Do you really not know who I am? You don't just run around calling people.. cute," she replied shortly, although a blush was apparent on her face. I mean, it wasn't really an insult, cute. But then again, the Belorussian didn't know what to do with anything that wasn't an insult toward her. 'Ivan was the only one to ever say nice things, but I'm certainly not going to reply to this guy like I would Ivan.. There's Yekaterina?' The girl's sister was probably the only female sh ever got along with; around her, she was usually mild and more dignified. 'But, hell no. Why would i do that?' So finally, she was left glad he kept talking.

She looked back at him just in time to catch the look he was giving off, and smirked slightly; well, maybe he wasn't crying, but he seemed to be at least a little intimidated.

Although her face was still a little red from the earlier words, Natalia's composure was once again calm an calculating, blue eyes still narrowed slightly in a predatory glare. "Yea, messy." She didn't know what that meant to Gilbert, but for her, it literally was. Enemies didn't last very long for the student, seeing as they always submitted to her or ended up.. disappearing. It was 'stay out of my or I'll make sure you're no where to be seen' for her. So.. where did this guy fit in? He was certainly being a pain in the ass, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to get rid of him- yet. 'I don't know.. He's kind of интересный, despite his cocky-jerk-ass attitude,' she added bitterly.

Natalia finally sighed. "I guess I don't have a reason to cripple you yet.. I admit you have some nerve, and it gets boring when every person you meet runs away," she continued in her usual cold tone, "But I don't know what you could do for me yet. I could stalktrack you down later when something comes up. Unless you have something in mind Mister Beilschmidt?"

(WTF MAN XD I seriously don't know what to make of him)

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Whoa, that was a blush appearing on her cheeks, wasn't it? That was making it cuter, and much more fun for Gilbert to tease her. And as she began to snap and tell him that she was related to the one and only Ivan Braginski, and that you don't call people cute just like that, he felt his mouth turn upward into a grin. He brought up a finger to place at his lips, much like a shushing motion, then opened his mouth to talk.

"Whoa, calm down! First off, I know you're the sister of Ivan, Ivan Braginski. Everyone knows that, I think." The German chuckled as he continued. "Also, I don't go around calling everyone cute, Natalia. I only call the ones that are cute, cute. It makes sense, ja?" He said as he sat from sitting down on the table, and winked again. This was fun, and he wasn't the one to miss out on any fun things. Besides, this was a good way to start the year with - making friends.

Ooh, this chick was really, really feisty, and he loved it. "Of course, don't cripple me. I don't have any ideas, of course, but... Maybe we can have some fun? Go out?" Whoa, he was totally stepping on hot coals right now, but it was worth it, and it was already done. A bright and happy smile approached his lips, and he let himself smile, even though a second later, he might be dead.

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[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Okay, so he knew who she was. That made things.. worse? The Belorussian was expecting the grin to be wiped off his face after he heard of her family tree, but instead, he shrugged it off like she was talking about something as trivial as the weather. Okay. So. What? Natalia wasn't sure how to feel. More enraged that the German didn't submit to her intimidation tactics? Impressed? Defeated? No to all. She was actually becoming rather blank-minded from the unexpected turn of events; she could feel her gaze becoming less intense as her mind reeled to think of something to say or do that would make him take her more seriously. 'Really, I didn't want to have to cut him or something, but I just might have to.'

Okay. Whoa whoa whoa slow down. Maybe she should have just taken the pen and left in the first place and left.

"н.. нет. You think you're really funny don't you?" Hearing her own name being said calmly was strange to her ears, moretheless when it wasn't someone screaming. She frowned slightly, persistent on making her embarrassment not more obvious than it already was. "And only if you say it makes sense, you.." Foreign languages, kick ass, ".. привлекательный stranger." And with foreign languages, came the luxury of saying whatever you wanted without the other person knowing what you meant. Gilbert had said an odd-sounding word or two before, but one could probably guess what he was saying. The Belorussian smiled, a very rare sight, and scoffed.

"Sorry, Gilbert, but I think our definitions of fun are very different." 'But Heaven knows what he does for fun.' Okay so she wasn't acting her stab-happy self, but through the embarrassment and surprise, she somehow gained a sense of respect for the guy; however, she wasn't going to show it; that just wasn't her.

Natalia suddenly lunged forward, grabbing an odd cross necklace she had spotted the German wearing before pulling him down to face her, very closely may she add. "But, if that's how you want to pay me back, why not?" She smirked dangerously. "We can compromise what to do later, for now, where and what time?"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert Beilschmidt found himself staring at this girl with a bit more than necessary, his head devilishly cocked to the right and his arms crossed deviously across his chest. The right corner of his lips tugged upwards; the smirk was obviously building in his chest. His foot tapped on the floor, almost boredly as he listened to her talk; of course this was funny, woman. When she spoke in her native Belorussian or Russian language, he didn't understand, but he just let it by. Besides, he wasn't going to let anything ruin this mood, was he? No, he was a stickler when it came to good and fun chances. Gilbert was always a risk-taker, whether it be safe or unsafe. Rather, unsafe risks were more fun for him.

"I wouldn't mind - I like risks." With a sly and cunning smirk, he continued his speech, waving his fingers around to emphasize his point. "I like taking risks - hmm, what was it called? Oh yes, a risktaker." The German chuckled, leaning on the table. But a second later, he found himself pressed against Natalia, the sister of the Ivan Braginski. Impressive; that was quite quick. His beloved cross necklace was pulled to her direction, and he looked down at her, into her eyes.

Whoa, this girl wasn't kidding, and she was indeed extremely sexy. That was the worst thing to think on the first day of school, on the first day of meeting everyone, but still... Whoo!
"Hmm, let's see. When, and where. Well, I think..." In a second, he had his arms around her, although it wasn't a hug - it was just a little pull-against. With his hands, he unclasped her hands from the necklace, then stepped backward once, a little bit teasing.

"Wherever you wish, Miss Arlovskaya." The German replied as he did a little mock-bow, his one arm bent before him and another behind his back, the most proper way to bow to a lady or a person of high exaltation.

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[Natalia Arlovskaya]

Natalia really had no idea where this was going, but it was fun, and very interesting. She didn't though, expect something else.

Ever since she could remember, the Belorussian had only been focused on one person and one person only, which was, of course, Ivan. Ever since she could remember, she never looked at another face and thought nothing of it. She never thought of herself seeing anyone else as.. well.. attractive. Then again how could she? Weakness was something the girl hated, so with everyone around her running and being such spineless trash, it was impossible.

But this Gilbert Beilschmidt was.. 'изуми́тельный.' It was probably just his personality, but hell, it was freakin' attractive. (Natalia considering herself too dignified to use the word 'sexy'.) No no no, we're not going to go crazy and say she fell in love with the man, she merely acknowledged his.. uh.. strengths when it came to physical appearance.

After he stepped back, she couldn't help but scoff again, the closest thing she ever came to a laugh. "There's no way you're human." The Belorussian sighed thoughtfully; oh yes, she was still going to find a way to intimidate or at least out-do the PrussianGerman. Obviously, close-contact intimidation wasn't working very well because he seemed to be enjoying, and she hated to admit that she herself was beginning to become flustered.

But for now, she had to get her mind on track and plot a bit. "What a gentleman," she replied sarcastically, "but I can't really decide." She thought for a moment before came up with an idea. "Actually.." Natalia tore a page out of her nearby notebook and scrawled down something before crumbling the paper and shoving it in one of his front pant pockets. "Just call that when you get an idea, okay?"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert Beilschmidt smugly smiled, then shook his head. "That's right, Miss Arlovskaya, I'm not a Human. I'm a Devil, of course." His tone was low, quiet, almost a murmur as he mulled this over. She seemed to be both surprised but also very flustered, and he inwardly laughed evilly. That was the way he wanted the things to work out, and it was ending quite well, without her cutting him open and letting the guts spill out. Gut, gut. It was a nice start to the year, and also an quiet ending. But he knew this wouldn't be the last time he would meet her; somewhere, sometime, because of some reason, she and he would meet, somehow.

Now Miss Arlovskaya surprised him by writing a quick note on a piece of notebook paper, then crumbled it up, throwing it into his pocket. A pale hand reached in and took it out, and he tilted his head while innocently grinning. The German made a 'tsk' sound with his tongue and teeth, then bent down to kiss her hand softly, the straightened up, holding the hand for a second. Then with a salute with his two of his fingers, making a clicking sound with his tongue. Then he was gone, his midnight blue clothing swirling as he turned backwards to the door, waving.

"It was a pleasure, Miss Arlovskaya."

Interesting, interesting. As his face blended into the shadows, his crimson eyes shone and his pink lips into a small grin.

Fun.

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