Dear Roderich,

HEY. LISTEN UP. I FOUND THIS LETTER IN YOUR TRASHCAN ALONG WITH THE MOZART I ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED ICE CREAM ON. And it said my awesome name. First off, why so serious? And why the hell did you write a letter, AND NOT EVEN TELL ME ABOUT IT? It's called "tell me in person,dammit." Think I wouldn't have? Well, too bad, I'm gonna just fight fire with fire! In….the form of writing stupid letters. Plus, I'm actually writing this while you're at your piano. You told me to shut up and stop bothering you, like you weren't bothered already. I can tell you're trying to piss me off but you don't want to. You want to be mean, so you're playing some annoying Russian piece that's annoying and not awesome at all, but you dare not insult me and tell me what it is.

Like I don't know.

See, what you don't realize is that I pay a lot more attention than you think I do. I know, you don't like Elizaveta even more, Antonio is trying to steal Lovino,and….Dammit! I don't support Germancest! And I'm not going after Lovino's brother anyway! I don't know what you were trying to say, bringing up that crazy "polygon of love" thing.

For your information, I never forgave you because you hurt me the most. Which pissed me off more because I didn't know why it did. So, I went to Lo--o-/ Gilbird decided to help me write. Anyway, I went to . Because I can, and you know what? HE DIDN'T FORGET ME.

YOU SEEE? It only SEEMED like I was into Lovino. We never kissed! Ever noticed that! We only cuddled. For comfort purposes only.

Don't you see? Even I, am trying to come up with excuses for you.

For you,Roderich.

Anyway, about the lonely thing? How do I, indeed, deal with loneliness? Well I pet Gilbird, I hug pillows, then I infiltrate your room and steal your perfume, and then go back to my room so I can spray it on my pillows, then I hug them again.

And don't try to tell me it's cologne and not perfume, or that it's Elizaveta's. I was there when you received the gift.

I mean, no, I don't know anything about your perfume. Heh.

But yeah, what is it,anyway? Sugar and edelweiss?

I made that up. I have no idea. I mean,really, If we started dating, I'd be on top, by default of awesomeness, and therefore my overpowering sexy and majestic aura of masculinity would prevent such knowledge of perfumes from entering my head. Yeah.

Well, before I chuck this pen at your head because you're giving me weird looks for shielding your view of what I'm writing, I'm gonna just touch up on your begging...

Only in a dress that rises up to your thighs!

Love,Gilbert

P.S. I mean it. I love you too.

Ah, so much fun to write. Even more so than Dear Gilbert? I thank Indi-Scarga for wanting a response.

And don't forget, I love requests3