A/N: Crazy oneshot. I actually woke up this morning this as mental images in my head… I hope I don't get late this time… Edit 3 hours later: I didn't miss the bus this time.

Oliver and Enrique were sipping their espressos, until they suddenly noted their two teammates' absence. Johnny and Robert had both been gone for few hours. Johnny had managed to piss the whole team off by his constant talking and Robert had finally snapped. The remaining two drew up a conclusion: Don't bother neither of them before they have calmed down.

Finally Enrique's curiosity got better of him. "Should we go looking for them? It's just, this is not like Robert. Disappearing somewhere like that."

"He is probably just reading about his family. Like always when he is not playing chess with Johnny."

"Let's go, Oliver." Enrique dragged the Frenchman out of the room.

-

They sneaked around the castle, getting almost lost twice, even though they had been there so many times. Finally they found a door what they didn't even remember. They heard some sounds inside. Both leaning against the door and Oliver got a chance to peep through the keyhole as the sounds grew louder. Someone was moaning.

Oliver's eyes widened as he saw who -were- in the room and he took few steps away from the door, embarrassed. Enrique took a peek too and reacted exactly like Oliver. They went back to the dining room as quietly and fast as they could.

"Alright. That was…"

"Surprising."

"Definetely."

"Thank goodness -" glance around "-Johnny didn't see that. I never saw that coming. I mean..."

"Robert and Tala? Me neither. -That- was a surprise", Oliver admitted as his cheeks shone with embarrassment, "We should act like nothing happened. When did he get in here anyway?"

Both boys just kept sipping their now cold coffee.

-

Robert and Tala lay side by side on the huge bed, panting.

"Did you have the feeling someone was behind the door?" Tala asked.

"Not with normal senses like mine... And I wasn't quite focusing either."

"I'd hit you if I had the energy..."

"Then don't.

"You better hope they don't notice your limping. I think they would never let you hear the end of it if they realized you were the uke..." Tala snickered and earned a glare from the German.

"We could settle the score then..." Robert reached over to the Russian and yanked his bang.

Tala's limp was more obvious next morning...

Don't kill me, please!!!!