Oresama-no Crisis!
Chapter 1. It was a Dark and Stormy Night…
As every story should start, it was a dark and stormy night when Prussia charged into Austria's house, kicking the door open rudely. "Yo, specs! Get me a towel, will ya? It's raining like you won't believe out there, and the awesome me is totally soaked!" He yelled into the well lit hallway.
With a purple robe hastily thrown over his silk pajamas, Roderich flew out of his room, barefooted, in order to silence the source of the commotion, which had been reverberating throughout the hallways of the spacious mansion. Upon seeing the Austrian, Prussia started to speak again, but was immediately silenced by Roderich clamping his hand over the Prussian's mouth.
"Are you trying get yourself killed, Gilbert?" Roderich whispered furiously. "You could have woken Elizaveta! ...Know what would happen…frying pan…blood…scary…"
As Roderich lapsed into yet another long lecture, the Prussian couldn't help but smirk and let himself get carried away by his train of thought.
As, yes. The Prussian thought. That ex-wife of Austria's was certainly a problem. Stupid hermaphrodite, trying to get in the way between him and Austria. Gilbert almost had Austria in his clutches during the War of Austrian Succession. Then came along Hungary, and with her macho manliness, she had taken Roderich back during the Silesian War. Gilbert couldn't get over that defeat even now. Then there was that idiotic marriage of theirs, the Austro-Hungarian Alliance. Though they divorced soon after, Gilbert had felt betrayal to the core of his heart. His whole being shuddered upon impact. Even during WWII, when his brother forced Austria to become a part of his house, Austria did not look upon Gilbert with kindness. During the Cold War, when Gilbert was suffering under Ivan, did Roderich ever look back at him? Did he ever glance at him in pity? Those calculating violet eyes of his had penetrated and wounded his soul.
"Stupid hermaphrodite…" Gilbert muttered, swaying and collapsing into Roderich's unsuspecting arms, staining the Austrian's white silk shirt with dark red.
[[Hallo~! I'm back after the midterms! It was awful having to concentrate on my studies and not being able to type this. Reviews please! I'd love to know what I can improve!]]