It was relatively quiet in Alfred's house, that is , until the phone rang.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey Alfred! Why don't you come over? I'm torturing Mathias." A certain Prussian was on the other line.
"Okay then. I'll see you there."
~To Prussia's~
"So, what are you doing to Mathias?" The American asked once he stepped through the door.
"He lost a bet with me so I get to give him a tongue piercing." Gilbert explained cheerfully.
"Yeah, but I con't trust him farther than I can throw him." Mathias growled.
"Relax, I've done this before."
"On who?"
"On West! Who else?"
"Why?"
"I wanted one, but I needed to see how awesome it would look first."
"Get on with it then." The Dane growled. The albino pulled on a pair of plastic gloves with a sinister snap."Was that really necessary?"
"Of course it's necessary! I don't need you drooling all over my hands." About 40 seconds later of Gilbert laughing and Mathias trying to speak, the poor subject was released.
"Thith feelth really weird." He muttered.
"You sound funny." Alfred chuckled.
"Thut up! I don't thound funny."
"Actually, you do." Lukas spoke up from where he sat in the corner.
"Thop taking thides, Norge~"
"I'm not taking sides, I'm speaking the truth."
~later that night~
Mathias stood in front of the mirror, struggling to get his new tongue ornament off.
"Fuck! How do you get thethe things out?!"
"you should be able to unscrew part of it." Lukas advised. A few seconds later Mathias emerged with the quote,
"Ah, my tongue is free."