A/N: I originally posted this on my tumblr as a thank you to a blog that I follow. It's a short fic blind date AU.

"Nervous?" Gilbert asked as he placed his hands on Ludwig's shoulders.

The blond shook his head, but was clearly lying. "I wish you'd tell me sooner about speaking the English with this mystery person. I am not so good."

"Don't be funny. Your English is good. Theirs probably isn't that much better, but English is the bridge language, and it will be good practice." GIlbert reached down and took the tie out of Ludwig's hand. "Nein. No tie."

"Why? If he is to be a business partner then I should make good impression, ja?"

Gilbert swallowed and tilted his head to the side as he again mussed Ludwig's hair, ruining its slicked back look. With the blond's hair down, he was just a tad less intimidating. "W-Well... maybe the dinner isn't so much a business dinner?"

Ludwig paused, his hand hovering where it went to fix his hair again. "What do you mean... 'not so much business'?"

Gilbert stepped back to open a bathroom drawer, rifling through the various scents of aftershave and cologne to find the perfect smell. "Uh... Our boss... is cancelled, and not coming? And so is co-worker Matthew?"

Ludwig narrowed his eyes for a moment, then shrugged. "That's fine. You should probably get ready to go, too, so that we are not late."

The pearl-haired man blew out a deep breath. "I am not going either. It will be just you and... and our guest's associates."

"Associates?" Ludwig asked incredulously. "But we only have the one extra room! We do not have beds for more people!" His face reddened in his frustration, his blood pressure rising.

GIl chuckled awkwardly. At least Ludwig wasn't lingering on the fact that he would be the only "representative" at this "business dinner". "Don't worry, Bruder, I have it all taken care of."

Ludwig inhaled, counted to four, then exhaled. "What is the phrase? I hope you didn't... fuck this up."

Gilbert laughed at that but then muttered under his breath, "Me too."

"Lovino!" Feliciano groaned. "Another one? I told you, I didn't want to do these anymore. I know what I like in my lovers. Stop trying to choose them for me."

Lovino rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to choose a lover for you. I just want you to meet some friends of mine that work in that branch, since you're moving there soon anyway. Stop being a little figa culo cagna."

Feliciano lightly shoved his elder brother from the passenger seat. "Oi, fratello. Where are we going?"

Lovino's eyes sparkled at this. "You're going to a lounge club. For dinner, drinks, and dancing."

"Dancing?" Feliciano asked, perking up a bit. "He dances?"

"A little, or so his older brother told me. Says he likes swing dancing, slow dancing, even a little bump and grind business... You know. And the club plays a bit of everything."

"Swing dancing... Haven't heard that before." Feliciano could usually tell a lot about a person by how they danced. If they were good with robotic-like movements, they were probably rougher in the sack, though smooth enough not to truly harm anyone. Swaying side to side? Well, then they were probably still a virgin, at least mentally. But swing dancing...? He hadn't considered it, and hadn't encountered anyone with that skill.

Maybe this one wouldn't be such a bust.

A/N: Short and sweet. I don't actually plan on continuing this, but thanks for reading.