Waltz in Berlin
PrussiaXAustria
Austria looked around the Berlin area from his hotel room and sighed. He would much rather be at home, playing his piano. He missed running his hands over the keys, playing song after song in the solitude of his home. He looked at the World Conference itinerary and shook his head. This was going to be a long~
"SPECS!" Gilbert came through the slider that led to the balcony and Roderich gaped.
"How, on Earth, did you get out there?"
"Francis tossed me up." Roderich stared at him in disbelief, "Just kidding, I came in here a minute before you did and waited on the balcony. Come on; let's go to the Opera place Ol' Fritz built!" He grabbed for Roderich and Austria glared at him.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt, I have a meeting to go to!"
"They have a piano…" Roderich shut his eyes and frowned, of course he would try to lure him with sweets. He wouldn't do it though. He was not desperate. He was going to call Germany and tell him to come and pick up…"There's a cake tasting there tonight..." Roderich sighed in defeat.
"Let's go, but only an hour or two. I will not miss this meeting." He walked out of the Prussian offered door and didn't see the scheming look on Prussia's face as he followed behind. This was going to be one hell of a night that the aristocrat would never forget…
"HEY SPECS!" Roderich jumped and quickly saved his document before shutting down and tossing his computer into his hiding place for it. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached the main floor and picked up some sheet music. He looked up as Gilbert walked in and frowned.
"What is it now Gilbert. I'm busy."
"Some writer is writing porno crap about us!"
Roderich turned red, "I beg your pardon?"
Gilbert laughed, "yep. Smut online about you and I. Of course, I'm far too awesome for that kind of work, but I figure you will enjoy reading about you worshiping my awesome ways."
Roderich glared at him, "that will never happen."
"Pfft. It's on the internet. Everything on the internet is true!"
Austria rolled his eyes and walked into the piano room, sitting in front of his piano and starting to play Chopin.
"So Specs. I want you to know that when I take you in the dude's story; I will have you know that there is usually has some cock sucking. It's pretty awesome too. I'm wondering how that will work out."
"…" Roderich fought to keep his cool as the Prussian continued.
"Then there is the top/bottom debate. I of course will top. No one is more awesome than me at that kind of thing and Lizzie did leave your ass for Romania. So I figure since this writer is accurate I'll be topping. Which is awesome because~"
"Gilbert, shut up."
"Hm?" Gilbert looked at him and grinned, "oh. You wanna find out on your own. Okay. That's awesome too. I wanna talk about the story though so be ready to tell me how awesome I am."
Roderich gave him a peeved glare and continued to play. The Prussian yawned and headed out of the room to no doubt get a beer. Within seconds Austria heard the fridge open and heard the clinking of a beer bottle. "SCHIESSE!" He heard a door slam shut seconds before a car parked in the driveway. He looked out and saw Hungary was visiting. He sighed, of all the times to have guests…
Gilbert rushed up the stairs after slamming the backdoor and ran to Austria's room. He shut the door quietly behind him and listened. Okay, Hungary would distract Austria while he searched Spec's laptop. He went over to Austria's nightstand and opened it. He frowned; the aristocrat had moved his laptop…
A string protruded from the back of the drawer and Gilbert gave it a tug; revealing a computer stashed inside. He smirked. Bingo.
He pulled it out and shut the drawer; sneaking over to the closet and getting inside. It was a walk-in closet, and so there would be space, but no interruptions. He booted up the pc and silently cursed.
Username:
Password:
He shut his eyes. What would Specs use…
Username: REdelstein
Password: Piano
He waited a second and bit his lip.
Wrong password REdelstein. Forget Password? Hint.
Gilbert clicked on the hint button and waited.
Hint: A nation. Good government. Good Economy. Are okay.
What the hell kind of hint was that? That narrowed it down to what, thirty countries? Gilbert typed in Hungary and got a big no score on the log in. He tried Germany.
Nada.
Italy?
Nope.
America?
Nein.
England?
He glared at the negative and leaned back against the coats behind him. Okay, he could do this. He was looking for a nation. Any nation that had a good economy, a good government, and Roderich thought they were okay.
…
Was Austria talking about himself?
Wrong Password…
Gilbert sighed and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He turned the computer off and listened. Roderich was walking outside of the closet and seemed to be getting ready for a bath or something…
…
Holy crap. He looked at his vibrating phone and gaped at the time. It was already seven thirty. He was late for dinner at West's. He pressed ignore and heard the shower start up. He slowly opened the closet door and looked around. Specs must be in the shower.
He hastily put the laptop where he had found it and made his escape out the window. He would come back to spam the prissy aristocrat's computer later, for now he had to find that damn writer.
~.~
A/N: -facepalm- Idiot!
