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Commitee
Meaning: a group of people appointed for a specific function, typically consisting of members of a larger group
late 15th century (in the general sense ‘person to whom something has been entrusted’): from commit + -ee
“President! President! Stop!” Ignore him, ignore him— maybe he's just hearing things in the first place because it's too early to be called and he rather not deal with work at the moment. No thank you!
Fuck Francis and Antonio for entering him in the student council elections. Fuck them— it wasn't funny at all.Those two didn’t even bother to ask him or even informed him of what to do. They just told him that they submitted his name on the moment that the votes were coming in from the people and all the while- Gilbert wasn’t aware that they were campaigning for him. When asked why, those two bastards only went-
“Oh you know~” while wiggling their eyebrows at him. As if he really knows. Which he doesn’t and still doesn’t know what it is all about three months in the position as the newly-elected president of the student council. He can’t even ask people why they voted for him! They just all shrugged and went “you seemed cool” and that’s it.
STUPID! But he does agree that he is cool.
“President! Goddamnit! Just fucking stop! I need to talk to you about something!” Ah- he cussed. Gilbert snorted before he stops in his tracks, puffing out his chest before turning around to face the cute little vice-president who was all red and sweaty. “You-” Arthur points at him using the clear folder in his hand before marching towards him with a glare.
If not for the fact that he’s quite tiny, Gilbert would be a little more intimidated. But then again, Arthur is nothing compared to a Ludwig who looks like he’s about to chase after him with a vacuum cleaner when he went home covered in mud. With a sigh, the President pockets his hands, leaning on one heel while he raises an eyebrow in question.
“Sup?” He entirely cringed when his voice accidentally went higher than his intention. Arthur doesn’t seem to care, his vice-president looking like he would love to do everything to just be able to hit him. His hands squeezing and crumping the pile of papers in his hands. The crunch of the folder echoing and Gilbert bites down the inside of his cheek when Arthur once again slams the papers on his chest.
“Sup?” Arthur mocks him, rolling his eyes. “Sup?” He scowls, extremely annoyed and carefully, Gilbert takes a step back. “Sup?”
“Sup! What’s up?” Gilbert ignores the anger he can see, wiggling his eyebrows at Eyebro- Arthur before putting his hands behind his head. “You need something VP?”
Poor blondie, looks like he’s about to faint from anger. He’s too young to have such a hot-temper but then again, Francis did tell him that it’s one of his charms- ha. As if. His friends’ tastes in their partners are really something and often times, Gilbert is left bewildered on what they’re thinking, or rather doing but that’s for another day to think about. Not like he has anything to say about his partners either- he’s quite, well not quite but more like EXTREMELY sure why Arthur is here for and why he looks so angry.
There is only one person that can inflict that type of annoyance to the british lad and recently, it seems like that person has been making it his own personal mission to make the whole student council agree to his wishes. Ah- if not for the fact that Gilbert needs to have the permission of everyone in the council, he would have already signed the papers and he did! Alas- it seems like he’s been caught.
“Sup- you irresponsible wanker-” Arthur pushes the folders to his chest. “Who do you think you are to just sign these club creation forms without even thinking about their purposes are!”
Gilbert couldn’t help himself and immediately snorted. Mein Gott, what did Feliciano put down this time to have Arthur this angry? “What?” He laughs nervously, taking the folder and flipping through them-
‘Happy Cats Club! A club meant to bring cat lovers together and talk about their beloved cats!’ Pfft- Of course that’s the first thing that he would see. It’s the tenth? Or was it ninth? Time that Feliciano tried to bring this club into the list of official clubs in the school and each time, Gilbert would see the same people who agreed to join the club.
Herackles- Ericka- oh. Gilbert couldn’t stop himself from brushing the pad of his thumb against the elegant signature of Kiku’s, just underneath that of Feliciano and beside his own written name, it seems like this time he was put down as the vice president of the club rather than the secretary. But like always, right underneath the last paragraph of the club asking the student council to say that they’re an official club, was Feliciano’s signature in addition with a small doodle of a cat chasing after what seems to be a small butterfly.
Cute- absolutel so cute-
He couldn’t resist. Immediately, Gilbert pulled out his phone and took a photo of the doodle and the signatures before sending it to a familiar private group chat with the message of : ‘looks like Artie found out- no more club for now!’ and with amusement gracing his lips, pulling the edges of them to curl into a large smile at seeing the influx of new spammed messages of the same crying cat sticker that he knows Feliciano likes to use. ‘Sorry liebling, I’ll try to make it more hidden next time’ he texts with one hand, trying to balance his phone in one hand and the other holding the papers.
Amidst the crying cat stickers, Kiku then sents a laughing dog sticker then another, then another then another to counter the cat stickers being sent and Gilbert rolled his eyes. With a few taps and a long press at the side of his phone, he managed to mute the notifications to a limit so at least his phone wouldn’t go BEEP BEPP BEEP with every message he would receive.
He would have messaged something longer, maybe a poem or a hymn for his partners but he was then interrupted by someone coughing into their hand. Gilbert looks up from his screen, meeting the impatient eyes of his vice-president. Arthur gestured to the folder, silently ‘ordering’ him to look through the applications more and not just the first page.
“Well- it’s not that bad.” Gilbert raised his voice to defend the poor souls. “Most of these are quite practical-”
“Going home club.” Arthur hissed.
“Okay, sort of practical-” Again, he puts his hands between him and Arthur in case the other man would want to charge towards him.
“Fan Club of the Student Council.”
“Well, who wouldn’t want to praise and love me-”
“Juice Making Club.”
Gilbert paused then looks to the side then back at Arthur. “Alright.” He has to admit that does sound stupid. Juice-making club? What? Who would even join that? And what is it for? He thought the cooking club covers that too? Or was it because of Francis’ strict requirements and someone got annoyed to the point of making another club so they wouldn’t have to deal with the cooking trio and their shenannigans? Ah, he has to talk to his friend about that.
Maybe tomorrow. Or never, when he remembers it.
“Alright what?” Arthur raised an eyebrow.
Pursuing his lips, Gilbert raises his hands and shrugs. “Alright alright, stop screaming and shouting at me. I’ll look over the papers again.” For the nth time and you just have to give it to Arthur, he seems to be quite insistent on keeping the Student Council running. Maybe he really loves the school? Too bad then, he would have made the perfect Student Council President if not for his loss against Gilbert.
Except, against the powers of Francis and Antonnio and their secretive campaigning, Arthur stand no chance. Sometimes, Gilbert feels bad about it but- It's their last year in high school! Let them just have fun and go through the days before they’re going have to worry for their college courses and adult responsibilities. Once again, he couldn’t stop himself from sighing, thinking of how fun it would be if only he wasn’t the Student President. But he has better things to do right now rather than mourn and complain about how the Awesome him has too much responsibilities to do when he was planning to laze his way to graduation.
He tucks the papers back into the folders and he flashes a grin at Arthur, before his eyes trails to someone going around the corner. Without knowing who it can be, he put his hands on Arthur’s shoulders before shouting-
“LOOK IT’S FRANCIS!” And the way Arthur immediately jumped away from him in warning, looking like someone who was caught doing something wrong made Gilbert laugh so loud. “Keseseseseseseseses” echoing through the hallways when he started to run away from his vice-president to deal with their common friend alone. The familiar hon hon hon and high-pitched screech already told him of what Arthur’s fate.
Poor Arthur-
Anyway, that’s none of Gilbert’s business now.
Finding his partners is always an adventure. Something Gilbert likes to pride himself as being knowledgeable and knowing on how they would think and hide. Yesterday, he found both of them huddling closer underneath a table in the science laboratory. Feliciano with sparkling glowing glasses while Kiku attempts to paint both of their toenails in the matching soft pink color and if Gilbert was simply a better and more responsible Student council President then he would have scolded them for skipping classes and doing frivolous activities during school hours.
But he isn’t. And he likes to think his duty as a boyfriend comes first.
“There you were.” Gilbert snickers, leaning against the railings of the stairwell going to the back courtyards of the school. His red eyes peering down with a sparkle in them towards his partners who looks uncaring of the school bell that has rung a few minutes ago. “I thought you have classes to attend to?” He easily meets the cool eyes of Kiku, the man patting and playing with unruly curly brown hair in his hands, before flashing him a grin.
Still holding on to his papers, Gilbert takes a couple of steps back before throwing himself off the railing. The wind brushed against his hair, whispering secrets and from the voice of the wind, he hears a familiar endearing laughter and a soft voice calling out for him. Bracing himself for impact against the concrete, he feels his knees buckle and a loud shriek of giggling behind him when he falls to a single knee.
“Oh dear.” Kiku’s voice sounds amused, almost mocking if not for the words that follows. “Are you alright Gil-san?”
With ears flushed red and his whole nape colored like he was shaded with a pink high-lighter, Gilbert covers his face with the folder with shame. “Hmm..” He hums in lieu of an answer, waiting for Feliciano’s laughter to die down to face the younger students. “I’m okay.”
“I think I heard a crack!” Feliciano chirps and Gilbert haven’t turned around as fast as he did that moment to glare at his partner. “Oh! Another crack!” Another tease from the minx who still finds it in himself to lounge on Kiku’s lap while they both are on the dirty floor and what made it worse is that-
Feliciano was wearing the white version of their uniforms. Meaning he was skipping PE classes and that means Gilbert would have to hear his brother complain about him again. He can already hear what Ludwig would complain and say to him- ‘fix your boyfriend’s attendance!’ as if he wasn’t Feliciano’s best friend.
“Don’t be rude Feli-san.” Kiku chids gently. “Just because Gil-san’s hair is white and he looks far older than he says he is, doesn’t mean you can just point out his actual age.” Another hit and if it was anyone else, Gilbert would have probably puffed out his chest and tell them that he’s pretty young thank you very much!
Except when it comes from these two, he can only stand up and shake his head. With careful steps, trying to be as quite as possible in case there was someone passing by, he approaches the two before collapsing beside Kiku. His back cracking loudly when he hits the cold stone and he hisses. “I’m not old.” He defends himself with a roll of his eye. His free hand, the one not holding his folders, wraps itself around Kiku’s shoulders.
From the close distance, he can smell the soft floral scent coming off Kiku’s hair and he brushes his lips against his partner’s cheeks before moving away with a sigh. Making himself comfortable, Gilbert drops his head against Kiku’s shoulder before kicking his legs free from underneath him, almost hitting Feliciano’s arm in the process.
“You threw Arthur at me.” Gilbert accuses, not moving even when Feliciano wiggles over Kiku’s lap to be able to have most of his upper body on both of them. “He came running after me at the halls during lunch!” He complains, flicking the Italian’s nose lightly.
“Ehhhhh!” Feliciano is lucky that Gilbert thinks he’s cute. “Why? I didn’t do anything this time!”
Kiku laughs while Gilbert flicks his nose again. The fact he had to say this time speaks widely of his actrious actions against the Student Council. No one can really know what goes inside of his head, not even Gilbert and Gilbert knew him longest among everyone in the school. Feliciano has always been strange and entering a three-way relationship with him only complicates the mystery until he utterly gives up. Kiku is the only one that make sense-
But that’s because Kiku makes sure he makes sense.
“It’s about your clubs.” He emphasizes the s a bit more, spitting out saliva. “God- why do you even want that many clubs? Like- sure have fun but do you even have all the time for all of them?”
Some of the applications were just plain out of the world- literally. Alien Investigation Club submitted by Feliciano and… Alfred? It was pretty shocking to see how a lot of people Feliciano managed to get into his absurd clubs and as much as Gilbert really wants to make his partners’ clubs to be a reality, it was a matter of budget and him needing to take in account on how much people would want to join.
“We’ll make do.” Kiku answers instead, picking up the folder from Gilbert’s hands and puts it down on Feliciano’s stomach. “Though I am quite shocked that even Arthur-kun refused to not agree to some of these. I even made sure to add in those I know he would like just to be able to get the mass-ok in everything.”
Schemer. That’s what Kiku is.
Gilbert leans, rubbing his whole face on Kiku’s sleeve. “You gotta hand it to him- he’s quite thorough in his work.” He gives praise when it's due and Arthur really deserves it, going through all of the clubs paperwork even if every week, they would have a stack full alongside other things.
“I agree.” Kiku muses, letting him do whatever he wants with his sleeves. If it was a few years back, Kiku might have jumped away in nervousness and sheer embarrassment, still unused to the thought of having close contact with someone who isn’t family. Something Gilbert can relate to, growing up with absentee parents. “But I believe it’s to make amendments to anyone who have been bothered by the President.” He had the decency to cover his small smile when Gilbert bites down on his shoulder gently.
“Hey!” He pouts, letting go of the fabric between his teeth.
“Waaah! I like Gilly as the president though.” Feliciano came to his rescue and he was about to reply with something sweet until Feliciano beats him to it. “I’m allowed to laze around and sleep during the afternoon because I’m dating the President!”
Heartbroken! Absolutely heartbroken!
“So you’re only dating me because I’m the President?”
No. Not really, they have been together even before they entered high school. All three of them, a well-kept secret between them. Back then, they weren’t allowed to touch or kiss or hug in the open, the fear of what others might react or say holding each of them back. Only through longing glances and lingering touches when it was time to go and pass papers around the class.
“Also because you clean a lot!” Feliciano adds, opening his eyes for once to wink at him. “Can’t have my locker be dirty veee~”
…
Gilbert couldn’t resist pinching his cheek. “So I’m just a maid?”
“I think you would make a cute cat maid.” Kiku laughs, leaning against Gilbert now instead of the other way around. “Our cute cat maid.”
The president would not want to know what’s going inside of his partner’s mind right now. No no. No thank you. But it was worth seeing Kiku’s smile, free and unashamed. “Don’t wanna.” He says, interrupting whatever fantasy these two have in their mind. “I rather be a handsome awesome butler!”
There is always something… heartwarming whenever he gets to talk to these two. Nowadays, due to how busy he is with student council work and trying to make sure everything would run smoothly for the next batch next year when he graduate, he didn’t have that much time to talk to his partners; his lovely gentle Kiku who may or may not have killed a man based on how he would speak of such bloody topics with a smile and his sweet adorable minx of a man, Feliciano, who is this close to accidentally getting into trouble.
But when he does-
He can’t help but just be Gilbert. Not the president of the student council Gilbert or- the intelligent smart Gilbert who always aces his classes Gilbert. Or the older brother of Ludwig Gilbert. Or the pitiful man who lost his parents and is left alone with only his younger brother and a huge inheritance Gilbert-
With these two, he’s just… Gilbert. Nothing else.