Nation Invasion
"Get you're butts in here!" Basch called to them in frustration for the tenth time. He always wondered how it was he wound up as THEIR band manager. It didn't make sense that they were even in a band together; Gilbert clearly could never get along with Roderich or Elizaveta, and even though he USUALLY got along with Mathias, they argued over the dumbest things, so why all form a band? Well, he didn't care, he made more money to save as long as the songs were performed correctly. Basch sighed, hoping they would come soon, knowing that they would be arguing.
"No way aristobrat! I can sing much better than you! And you know it! Kesesesese~!" Gilbert could be heard on the other side of the hall.
Then Roderich, "Oh will you stop with that?!"
"And why should I ari- ow!" Elizaveta had hit Gilbert with a frying pan, in mid-sentence. They finally all three made it into the room with an angry Basch, not that it was anything new.
"I'VE CALLED YOU IN HERE TEN TIMES! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!" he screamed, even more frustrated, just as Gilbert says "Jeez, don't get you're swiss panties in a twist, the awesome me and the not so awesome them"- he motioned to Roderich and Elizaveta- "are here now."
Basch groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. Through clenched teeth, he began, "okay, well . . . Where's Mathias?" The three others in the room shrugged. And Basch continued "Anyways, I've gotten you a spot to perform in the cafe at Ludwig's" when Gilbert cut in "There's hardly anybody that goes to mein brudders café! I deserve more of a crowd than that, and more people should get the chance to see the awesome me perform."
"You mean ALL OF US perform." Roderich and Elizaveta both said glaring at the Prussian, while Basch got more and more agitated with an obvious vein popping out of his head.
"It's in a few days, so got find Mathias and practice NOW!" their angry manager yelled pulling out his shotgun. Elizabeta, Roderich, and Gilbert all scrambled out of there.
"Jeez, he's more uptight than you Roderich!" Gilbert said with a laugh, earning him yet another glare, and hit from a frying pan. "Let's just focus on finding Mathias now." "This is even more annoying than I expected it to be. How did I let myself get dragged into this? Do we even know where he could be?" Roderich sighed.
The three searched the hall and every room in the building, to find no sign of their missing band member, so they went outside to explore the city. They knew they could find him either wherever the other Nordics were or at a bar. The problem was that they had no idea where the Nordics were either. Though, they did luck out on the fact that Gilbert had memorized where the closest bar was (not that it was luck exactly), however, it would still be a problem if he was there; no work could get done if anybody was drunk. With that in mind, they decided to hurry to the bar. As soon as they opened the door, they spotted him.
"Hey, we've gotta get going Mathias!" Gilbert shouted grabbing his arm, and pulling him up.
"H-hey! I'm not . . . wait, oh yeah, we had that band stuff huh?!" Mathias realized and left the bar with Gilbert, Elizaveta, and Roderich, thankfully not drunk. Finally, all four of the band members were together to rehearse.