"You want me…to do what!?"

Roderich stared in disbelief at the grinning brunette in front of him. Toris simply nodded, the oversized smirk still plastered across his face.

"Uh-huh. You did lose after all, so this is completely fair. Plus, you did say anything."

"Enlighten me as to how this is fair. Please," the Austrian frowned.

"Well, you agreed to the bet. Then you lost the game. Thus, this is completely fair."

Roderich sighed. He should have known better than to agree to anything as unintelligent as a bet. Though now that he'd lost, he had no choice.

"Fine," he sighed, "But you had better not tell anyone about this."

The Lithuanian grinned again, "Sure, sure. I'll try to keep the press down to a minimum, though that could prove slightly difficult." This earned another backwards glare from Roderich.

"By the way," Toris began, "I do hope you're proud of your national rugby team." Roderich shot him one last dirty look before stepping out in front of the window of a nearby restaurant.

Slowly, he began to unbutton his cerulean coat, reluctantly dropping it to the ground. This was followed by the deliberately slow untying of his jabot. Toris watched in amusement as the Austrian glared at him again. By now, the attention of the people inside had been caught, and Roderich noticed some pointing at him and whispering to their neighbors. Beginning to blush madly, he continued unbuttoning his shirt, causing some of the staff to start to panic. Roderich untied his boots as quickly as possible hurling them at the giggling Lithuanian who caught them, though he still continued to laugh as Roderich stepped out of his pants. A mother sitting near the window shielded her daughter's eyes as Roderich prepared to finish the task.

"Geh zur Hoelle," he shot at the hysterical Toris standing nearby as he removed the final layer of clothing, leaving himself completely exposed, as well as thoroughly humiliated.

Gathering his fallen garments he ran back into the alley where Toris, still laughing, handed back his coat, boots, and scarf.

"I can't wait 'till Feliks hears about this one," the Lithuanian laughed. The enraged Austrian turned on him, "No!"

"Oh, it's totally fine. I already saw the whole thing," a familiar voice declared from behind him. A horrified Roderich turned around. Indeed, Feliks was there.

And worse, he had videotaped the entire thing.