Seme Sprinkles.

Roderich yawned as he poured out his morning tea and was about to take a sip when the doorbell rang. After getting little sleep the night before (thanks to Gilbert), he needed the tea. He took a quick sip and put the cup down reluctantly and went to answer it, not seeing his best friend, Elizabeta, looking cautiously through the window.

"Ve, how are you Roddy?" Feliciano, another good friend, asked, smiling up at Roderich from his doorstep. Roderich felt a little annoyed at the nickname, only Gilbert got to call him that.
"I am good thanks, Feliciano. How are you?"
"I'm good too," Feliciano smiled happily.
"Why are you here?" Roderich asked.
"Don't you want to see me?" Feliciano hung his head, always over-emotional.
"No, no," Roderich replied quickly. "Of course I like seeing you, I was just wondering why you came so early."
"Ve, Miss Eli-" Feliciano suddenly stopped. "Oh, I'm not supposed to say that, never mind." Roderich suppressed a wince, Feliciano's sing-song voice this early in the morning was giving him a headache, he needed his tea.
"What aren't you supposed to say?" he asked.
"I can't say," Feliciano sang happily. "She said not to."
"Who's 'she'?" Before Feliciano could answer his phone pinged.
"Excuse me," he said, pulling it out of his pocket. Roderich rolled his eyes when he saw the case; it had the Italian flag made out of pasta on it.
"Ve, I must be going now, bye bye," Feliciano sang and he walked away, leaving a slightly irritated Austrian on his doorstep.

~a few minutes earlier~

Elizabeta stood outside the kitchen window of Roderich's house watching him preparing his morning tea at exactly 6:30, like every day. Elizabeta smirked as he looked around, Feli must have rung the doorbell like she'd told him to. Her smirk was replaced with a fond smile as she thought about how hard it had been to get the pasta-loving Italian over here at this time in the morning. Roderich left the kitchen, after setting his tea down on a heatproof mat on the counter. As soon as she heard the door open, Elizabeta pulled the window open (she'd unlocked it the night before when she'd visited Roderich and Gilbert). She climbed in and pulled a small tin out of her bag. She grinned as she read the label 'Seme Sprinkles'. They were quickly poured into Roderich's tea and she climbed back out of the window, closing it carefully behind her. Elizabeta sent a quick message to Feli and ducked beneath the window ledge. A few moments later he joined her under the window. They looked cautiously through the window and saw Roderich standing with his back to them, his cup of tea in his hand. He drank it and shuddered slightly. Elizabeta smiled in victory as Roderich put the now empty cup down and went over to the door. Elizabeta saw a smile cross the man's face, like the one often seen on Gilbert.

Roderich walked up the stairs and into his room. Gilbert was lying sprawled across the double bed, his silver hair spread messily around him.
"Gil," Roderich called, his voice low and husky. Gilbert groaned and opened his eyes.
"What is it Roddy?" Red eyes met purple and Gilbert was slightly surprised to see the dominance amongst the violet. Roderich moved over to the bed and straddled the sleepy albino.
"What-" Gilbert started to ask before Roderich silenced him with a kiss. Deftly, Roderich unfastened the buttons on Gilbert's shirt and pulled it off. Gilbert started pulling at Roderich's shirt while the brunet smiled victoriously. Within seconds all their clothes were discarded on the floor and the two men were wrapped around each other.

Elizabeta had quietly followed Roderich upstairs, Feli tagging along too, and when they got to Roderich and Gilbert's door they could hear moans.
"Ve, Lizzy, what are they doing?" Feli asked.
Elizabeta grinned, and in her Yaoi-fangirlishness forgot who she was talking to, "Each other."
"What?" Feli practically sang. "What does that mean?"
"Did you read the book I got you?"
"Which one? The purple one or the light blue one?" Feli asked, pulling both books out of his pocket.
'How the hell did he fit them in there?' Elizabeta wondered before answering, "The light blue one." Feli opened it and looked at the first page. His eyes widened and Elizabeta smirked.
"What are they doing here?" Feli asked, pointing at a picture. Elizabeta sighed again. God that Italian was far too innocent. And it was explained in the text by the picture of those two males.
"Can't you read?" she asked, trying not to sound too annoyed.
"No~!" Feli sang happily.
"N-nein, Roddy! I top! I top-" Gilbert voice came through the door before it broke off into a loud moan of pleasure. Elizabeta started laughing, thankful that the two men were too busy to hear her.
"I really need pictures," she said to herself.
"Ve, I have a camera Lizzy!" Feli exclaimed.
"Oh my god! This is too good!" Elizabeta opened the door a little and pointed it in. She took several pictures (and a video), practically squealing from fangirlishness at all the Yaoi. Gently she closed the door and went over to Roderich's computer in the next room. After a few minutes the pictures were up on Facebook, along with a link to a certain video on YouTube. Feli, who was watching over her shoulder, stared at the pictures, not understanding still.
"Lizzy~" he whined. "Please can you explain what they're doing?"
"Ask them," Elizabeta's eyes glinted mischievously.
"Ok!" Feli sang and went over to the bedroom. Elizabeta shook her head, ditzy Italian idiot. She heard talking for a while and then Feli's voice saying something about Facebook. There was silence for a minute before a yell.
"Elizabeta!"