It had been a long day for Prussia and he couldn't wait to get home to West's house and relax on the couch. Doing absolutely nothing would be fun.
Gilbert dragged his feet along the stone steps towards the front door. His arms swung by his sides lazily, brushing against the bushes lining the steps upwards.
Prussia raised his hand to open the door but as he turned the knob, the door didn't make the satisfactory clicking sound.
It was locked.
Gilbert rummaged through his pockets looking for the key, but Germany hadn't entrusted a spare one to him yet. He remembered that conversation well.
"C'mon West!" He had complained loudly to his brother just three nights after he'd moved in.
"No". Germany has stated firmly.
"Why not?!"
"Because, knowing you, you're going to do something stupid and throw a party in my house or something of the sort. I'm not having you invite a mob of people over to destroy my house!"
Prussia had huffed, knowing well enough that it wasn't in his right to argue. Instead he went to go feed Gilbird, leaving Germany alone in the living room.
"Dammit". He muttered to himself. "I should've convinced him". Prussia looked around, clicking his tongue at a lost for what to do. "I could try call him?"
Gil dialed West's number quickly and held the phone to his ear listening to the beep
"Guten tag this is Germany's cell. I'm busy right now so please leave a message-" A background sound is heard- "Doutsi! Roma's hitting me! Germany help!" before the message ended.
Gilbert exhaled roughly, before putting his phone back in his pocket and looking around for another way inside.
He heard a chirping noise.
Gilbert walked down the stone steps to follow the noise, and circled around the bushes to see in the kitchen window, Gilbird chirping against the glass.
"Gilbird!" Prussia smiled. "Can you get me inside?"
The bird chirped once more before disappearing from sight.
Prussia huffed and dragged his feet back to the door, looking again for another way in.
At a lost for what to do after circling the house 3 times, trying to pry open every window and running into a glass door thinking it was open, he finally sat down, leaning against the seemingly locked door.
It clicked open.
Gilbert fell backwards at the sudden loss of a back rest and saw he was inside. He stood up and fist bumped the air, before turning around and seeing the house in a complete mess.
He stood, mother agape at the mess. What had happened? Gilbird hopped toward him tweeting.
Germany pulled in the driveway.
A locked door was one thing, his brother's wrath? A totally different story.