There were always two computers that Roderich used. There always had been two. One was his "only" computer. This was the laptop that went with him to the world meetings, the one he used when he had company over and they were getting on the Internet or taking notes. It was of course filled with his files on world issues that had arisen, problems that they needed to handle, and the various other concerns and things that came from being a nation in the world.
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The other laptop computer though, it was the special one.
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It was the one that no one was to know about. That no one was supposed to see. It was completely devoted to him. His thoughts, his opinions, his feelings, his music… The laptop was his whole being all wrapped up into a convenient little pc. It didn't exist. Not officially.
Hungary had searched for it (although how she had found out that he had bought two laptops that looked similar he would never know). She had torn the whole house apart looking for it. Unfortunately for her, he knew how to hide it. It would never be seen by the other nations. Not once. No one would find out about his…
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Other hobby…
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Gilbert pulled up his blog and looked at his comments.
SexyFrancis: They posted the next story up, mon ami.
Buenotomato: Whoever they are, they know their way around the world meeting places. They have details that could only come from one of the nations.
Gilbert stared at the writing for a second before hesitantly replying.
BlueAwesome: SCHIESSE! Then it's not Hungary or Japan either. They had a sleepover that was completely unawesome and then they spent all day today with Italy and West. DAMN! WHO IS IT?
He didn't wait long for the replies.
SexyFrancis: I do not know, mon Preussen. They are very good at what they write though. I have to say that their latest… Oui, they will be a nice addition to the French.
Buenotomato: No, Francis. Whoever they are, they need to realize that they should not write such things about mi tomate. He has been acting odd all day. He has the website bookmarked on our computer.
BlueAwesome: That's because he's secretly enjoying the smut about you two.
Buenotomato: Ahahaha~ He is so cute when he blushes! He is reading our comments right now and is tomato red… He says he is going to hurt you all the next time he sees you.
SexyFrancis: Je t'aime aussi, mon frère. You are so cute.
BlueAwesome: Pfft. Like you could hurt me Romano. Feli would get upset that you hurt Luddy's older brother, besides; I would beat you and you know it.
Buenotomato: Romano here. YOU DAMN POTATO BASTARD! GO TO HELL! YOU AND YOUR BROTHER CAN GO SUCK EACH OTHER'S DICKS OFF!
BlueAwesome: Feli called first dibs.
Buenotomato: FUCK YOU!
Buenotomato has left the chat
SexyFrancis: Did L'Italie really call dibs?
BlueAwesome: Nein, but it was an awesome comeback.
SexyFrancis: Who have we not checked that goes to the world meetings?
BlueAwesome: No one. We've checked everyone that has a remote chance of being the writer. I checked EVERYONE'S laptops and home computers and external harddrives. Do you know how hard it was to go through Estonia's computer systems? It was like Alfred's Fort Knox!
SexyFrancis: This writer is so… mmm… I would like to have a conversation with this person when you find them. They are my personal favorite writer. Especially their French oriented work.
BlueAwesome: That writer and I need to have a few words about my awesome. They completely downplayed me! I AM 5 METERS AND PROUD!
SexyFrancis: Oui. We all know that mon ami. They like to put you with Canada do they not?
BlueAwesome: …THAT'S IT!
SexyFrancis: Hm? What is it?
BlueAwesome: We are going to make requests that are so unusual that we'll figure out who is the person writing! They will accept any request, right?
SexyFrancis: Oui. That is a good idea. How about America and Belarus?
BlueAwesome: Yeah! And England with Japan!
SexyFrancis: Oui! And you with Austria!
BlueAwesome: WHAT?
SexyFrancis: You know that you are always going over there. Don't tell me you didn't see this coming…
BlueAwesome: …I just like to bother him. He's a prissy aristocrat!
SexyFrancis: Mmmhmm… I must go to mon Angleterre now. Au Revoir. Don't forget to write to that author. I will be checking in a minute and write a request if you don't.
SexyFrancis has left the chat
Gilbert logged out and went to the website that Hungary had originally found and showed the world meeting a month ago. He clicked on the latest link and looked at the latest story.
Spain X Romano
Damn Turtles
Romano sighed as he looked at the speaker at today's meeting. Would idiot be too nice a term for the speaker? America was going on about the latest oil clean up job. "It'll be easier once Batman comes." Damn idiot. He started to consider going back to sleep when his phone started to buzz.
He looked down and read his text under the table. That damn tomato bastard was in trouble? Romano jumped up and everyone looked at him in confusion. He turned a bit red and glared at them all; "I have to go dammit."
Gilbert laughed, "AWESOME!"
Austria whacked him with his folder and looked angrily at the Italian, "go to the bathroom then. There's no need to announce it." Austria rolled his eyes and looked back at America and Romano flipped him off before sprinted out to the stairs. He rushed down in a hurry; glaring at the security that were so damn slow they should have been fired… or just never hired in the fucking first place. He finally made it out and jumped into his car; speeding off and nearly hitting several cars…
Gilbert laughed as he read the rest of the story. The writer knew Spain and Romano really well. They had gotten their personalities down pat. He clicked on the reviews or requests link and grinned when he saw that no one had made the request yet. He started to type up his. He was nearly done when Francis's request popped up for the next story.
SexyFrancis: Mon Coeur, you need to write an AustriaXPrussia story. I think it would be interesting to see how that relationship would work. I love how the turtles were in the house and swarming Romano. Tu es genial!
Gilbert looked at the request and waited. Any second…
HiddenVoice: …I did not think they were that interested in each other. I'll give it a try, but they seem to enjoy hating each other more than developing a relationship of that kind. I am glad you are enjoying the writing.
Gilbert grinned. Now all they needed to do was find the writer.
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A/N: Ah~ moshi moshi, my dear readers. Did you miss me? I missed PruAus… don't worry. I'll write some more. ^-^/
As compensation, a nice little review would be much obliged.
