Okay guys. I had this on my mind for months along with a School AU which are very different to my other current project. I wanted to post this before I forget it. It's a human one but you already know that. Yay! PruCan! Also 'bangers n' mash! I love it so! Also swearing! Prussians would do that in their heads, Ja?

Gilbert worked as a night cleaner for some rich American to help make ends meet. He was only 17 but had to earn some sort of living rather that of benefits. He, his brother and his brother's apparently non-boyfriend were one of those immigrants who were awarded social housing that the papers liked to complain about. This was an un-awesome secret from his friends and everyone back a home. His current employer was making groaning sounds in the dining room he had just cleaned. Not that he gave a crap like a house proud woman. That was for his brother. It's just the prospect of cleaning dried spunk off the table was not what he planned on doing tomorrow night. He was unplugging drain clogged by a combination of fat and gristle while trying to block out the sounds emanating form the room next door when something drifted through his ineffective mental barrier that turned out to very quite interesting.

"Wait, Ivan, I need to take Mattie his food." That was the American.

"No! Stay here. He will be fine without it." That was the Ruski.

Gilbert also cooked diner for his employer (Not boss as that indicates Alfred has any control of him, that twat just pays his bills) and always had to make enough food for 3 people. At first, this had confused him but he brushed it off reasoning that either Alfred was such a greedy pig he wanted two meals or Ivan needed the extra food to stay that massive to intimidate small children.

"He needs it!"

"Get the boy to take it up." That Russian never tried to learn his name, Gilbert tried this but he heard it moaned too many times. It was all ways 'boy' or 'you' or 'red-eyes' or

"FREAK! Get in here!" He had been summoned

When he entered the room he found Alfred missing several item of clothing, everything except his pants and socks, along with Ivan holding his 'friend's' trousers. Brilliant! Gilbert was so bust trying not to look at the almost-naked American he had looked at the totally-naked Russian who was glaring at him, in a very evil way.

"Take the plate up to tower, knock on the door. Leave. No lingering." Ivan was not waiting and words on him, as usual.

The evil bastard pointed his thumb towards to now cold plate of sausage and mash then got back to what he was doing. Gilbert grabbed the plate and ran out the door then up the stairs. He never knew why the house had a tower but it did. It was the fashion a few decades back to build a hexagonal tower into the corner of the house. He also did not know why it was forbidden for him to clean up their. So much for his original hypothesis: an upstairs-sex-dungeon. When he reached the top of the stairs he placed down the meal then knocked on the door.

A called came from the room inside then it opened.

"I was getting real hungry Al, what were - oh!" was as far as the boy got before he froze, startled, staring possibly at Gilbert's red eyes, possibly at his awesomeness. The kid in question looked a lot like Alfred, almost identical, so was probably also around 17. "You're not Al. Whispered the boy.

"Um, I'm Gilbert. The cleaner an' cook."

"Oh." The boy's curly blond hair fell in front of his face as he shrunk away from the stranger. Cute kid though. Purple eyes, too.

"Are you Mattie by any chance?"

"I-"

"OI," A shout for Alfred at the bottom of the stairs "Get the hell away from my Brother you albino weirdo!"

O Scheiße!