"You sure this is a good idea?" Roderich, an Austrian musician, questioned his current guests; a Prussian and Italian respectfully.
"Come on, Roddy!" Gilbert, the man from Prussia, smiled wrapping his arm around the brunette man's shoulders, "You can't wus out on me now, man!"
"I'm not 'wusing out' on anything. I just think that you should rethink your tactics. You have no details planned out whatsoever!" Roderich's normally pleasant voice held a slight bit of venom as he shoved the albino man from his shoulders and, sitting down a porcelain tea cup, rose to his feet.
While the tone change was ignored by the German-speaking man, it was not completely lost as the other guest let out a frightened yip. "Ve~! You should listen to Mr. Edelstein, Doitsu! They will both be so mad and I don't like to see them mad because they get really scary when they're mad and I don't like scary things because they're scary and and-" Feliciano cried loudly, Gilbert's pet chick, Gilbird, resting in the young man's hair while the other two ignored his presence entirely.
"Trust me," Gilbert tried to convince his ex-boyfriend, "These two are perfect for each other! Why? Because awesome me thinks so, that's why! And honestly, when am I ever wrong?"
Roderich could think of hundreds nah, thousands of examples but decided to use the most recent one as it was still raw. "Matthew?" He supplied, causing the Prussian to pale drastically.
"Well, yeah, him… But I swear they would've looked cute together!" Roderich sighed into his, now retrieved, herbal tea as he thought back to his poor Canadian friend running for his life from the burly Cuban who had mistaken him for his twin, Alfred. Apparently the two hated each other; who would've guessed? Similar to his current 'Love Mission', he had not planned at all after getting the two in the same room.
"Mr. Edelstein! He's here! He's here!" Elizaveta, Roderich's overly excited Hungarian maid, shouted loudly whilst dragging Gilbert's younger brother Ludwig into the sitting parlour that they had been conversing in moments before. Spotting the blonde hair of his German brother, Gilbert squeaked slightly (Albeit awesomely), not expecting Roderich to shove him behind his maroon, imported couch just in time not to be spotted.
"I swore I heard my brother," Ludwig muttered before turning to nod in welcome to the musician; Feliciano was already long gone by the time the door first cracked open.
'How is it that those Italians can flee so fast?' Gilbert wondered, scrunching down slightly to better stay hidden.
"Where is this paperwork you wished to discuss with me, herr?"
Translation(s):
Herr: Sir (German)
Country(s):
Roderich: Austria
Gilbert: Prussia/East Germany
Feliciano: North Italy/Veneziano
Matthew: Canada
Ricardo: Cuba (I never mentioned his name in this chapter but I might later on)
Elizaveta: Hungary
Ludwig: West Germany
Author's notes:
I have never written Gilbert or Elizaveta before so I hope I managed to master or at least not completely fail at their characters. I'm sorry for seeming rude to Feliciano but Gilbert has never really cared much for others' feelings and Roderich is supposed to be too upset to care. Hope I didn't screw that up as well. Where did little Veneziano go? Find out in chapter two. Hope someone enjoys this. Please review and subscribe!