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Antonio leaned against the wall, turning up the radio as he watched Francis and Gilbert search around Ludwig and Gill's garage for something. He felt sort of guilty since the last prank, and kept mumbling about how his dear Lovi was a poor little thing that he had to apologize to. Gill had smacked the back of his head a few times for it, while Francis 'comforted' him, talking to Gill about Antonio's 'l'amour for wee petit' Lovino. Of course, knowing Francis, he most likely just wanted to have an excuse to cover Toni in kisses...Again.

"Let go of my ass," Gilbert grumbled. He looked back at Francis until he hesitantly removed his hand, and let Gilbert continue his search through boxes in the garage. Antonio and Francis exchanged looks, as they couldn't help but wonder what their friend was up to. He had forced them to go shopping for a roll of electric tape, and had kept saying, 'this'll be so AWESOME!' Of course, it wasn't unusual, but..."Here it is!"

"What?" The two confused men looked straight to Gilbert, who held up a handful of large sticks. "What's that?"

"Fireworks, dur. This baby's gonna piss that idiot aristocrat off SO MUCH. And the electric tape'll make sure he's follower won't be chasing us away with frying pans." He gave a thumbs up to the two, who stared for a few seconds before breaking out into grins.

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"Ah, there we go!" Antonio laughed as he climbed out of the car. "If there's anything Lovino taught me, it's how to hack into cars. I'm grateful...I should probably apologize later."

"Screw that, Gilbert said, waving him off. "Stupid idea. Now gimme the electric tape." He held his hand out, and Francis handed him the role of black tape. "Alright, let's go!" The two followed him to the window of a kitchen.

"Is it locked?" Francis asked, but grinned when he managed to push it open. "Alright, now what's so special?" He asked as he and Antonio helped Gilbert through the window. Gilbert didn't reply, he only taped the movable faucet to point upward. At the sound of footsteps, he crawled out the window again, and Francis closed it behind him.

"Well, gentlemen, get ready to bask in my awesomeness," Gilbert said as the three watched as Elizabeth walked into the kitchen. They watched her with impatient faces, until Gilbert finally grumbled, "Let go of my ass, dammit." After his comment, Francis and Antonio slowly let their hands drop.

"Ugh," Elizabeth sighed as she moved to the sink, "This guy. He can be a perfect man, he can play the perfect piano song, he can be a perfect friend, but he can't clean dishes for his damned life." She grabbed a sponge and turned on the water, only to get sprayed with the taped-down faucet. "HOLY-!" While she tried to block the water and turn it off, the three chuckled from the window. A click came from the cell in Francis' phone.

"What're you doing?" Gilbert asked, looking at both Francis and Antonio as they clicked pictures with their phones.

"She's wearing a white shirt," the guys replied with grins and pink faces that matched Gilbert's. Pink turned to red and grins turned to giggles when Roderich walked into the kitchen, confused.

"What is going on?" He asked, freezing at the sight of Elizabeth soaked in water that was still being sprayed at her. "W-wh...?"

Trying to make use of her surroundings, Elizabeth threw the sponge at his face and ran for a towel, covering her chest with her arms while Rod stood, dazed, with a face full of suds from the sponge. He rubbed his face and stopped, hearing laughter. Of course, he would do the only thing a gentlemen would do: walk outside and find the idiot culprits. Needless to say, he already had an idea of who would do this.

"Pfft!" The trio ran away from the window, nearly breaking down in laughs. Gil tapped both their chests, trying to be calm. "Ssh! We still have one more prank set up, 'member?"

"Gilbert, what do you think you're up to?" Roderich asked, throwing the door to his house open. He narrowed his eyes, growing suspicious when he saw the three grinning and laying against his car.

"Oh, nothing, Roddie-bear," Gilbert said, "Just being awesome." He stepped away from the car, and waved to Antonio, who held up a remote.

"W...What is that?" Rod asked, backing up.

"A home-made fireworks detonator I made last week. I planned on using it on West, but this is much more fun." Rod frowned, confused. That's when his face lit up. He took a few steps forward, about to yell. That was, of course, when Antonio pressed the button.

"MY CAR!" Roderich gasped. The four watched the car nearly explode in color and fire. This was when Elizabeth walked outside, with new clothes and a frying pan. She stared at the car in shock for a few seconds, before her eyes darted to Gil, Francis, and Toni. They jumped when she gave them her death glare, and began running, smug looks still plastered on their faces.

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Gilbert bent down, gasping for air. "You've gotten faster, dammit," he said. He grinned and glared at Elizabeth, who was in just as much of a pathetic state, "But I'm still much more awesome." Elizabeth merely glared at him, and finally managed to stand up straight. Antonio and Francis watched from the sidelines, mumbling about sexual tension and whatnot.

"Gil, what is WRONG with you?" Elizabeth asked, crossing her arms. The fact that she said that instead of hitting him was enough to surprise Gilbert, who went quiet and looked up at her. "You never grow up, do you? Stop with your damned pranks already."

"What?" Gil shook his head and stood up, a smug smile on his face. "Why the hell would I do that? I'm having too damned much fun."

"You're...You're such a child!" Elizabeth growled, her hands bawling into fists. "Do you realize how pathetic you are? You just mooch off your little brother and act like you're a little kid!"

Gilbert smirked. "Yup," He muttered, and shot a thumb toward Francis and Antonio, who jumped slightly when they were dragged back into the situation. "And these two will keep me that little kid 'till the day I die. Even when you grow old with that asshole at your side, I'll be playing pranks and having the time of my life. Every. Day." He turned and began walking, Francis and Antonio running to catch up.

"Gil..." Elizabeth sighed. She watch him go and crossed her arms. "You really haven't aged a day since those days." After minutes, she glanced to Rodderich, who had just barely caught up with her. "Let's hit the prank stores!"

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"Yeesh, are you kidding me? You honestly can't think of anything?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow at Francis, gulping down the champagne on the table. "Even Toni could think of something!"

"Oui, I know," Francis sighed, rubbing his fuzzy chin, "It's just usually I do stuff like this alone. You remember what happened during Christmas. Those are my jokes. Unless you WANT me t-"

"NO."

Antonio's eyes wandered around his friend's backyard, and landed on the hose that was rolled up near the garden. "Guys. I have an idea." Francis and Gilbert turned their heads to him with scowls.

"What is it, mon ami?" Francis asked, following his gaze. "Ah! The hose!"

"That's awesome!" Gilbert said, a grin on his face. "But who's gonna be the next victim?"

Francis smiled and took a sip of his champagne. "Is that so hard to realize? Artie just loves me. I should return it, no?" He set down the cup and ordered, "Come on, let's buy a new hose." He stood up and walked toward the front yard, Gilbert and Antonio at his side, still holding their cups of champage.

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Ah, and Elizabeth becomes a rival...!

This is so entertaining to write. I hope it's just as entertaining to read...^^"

Hmn, I almost made this go Gilizabert(lolawkwardcouplename). Setting aside the fact that that sounds like a Hungary/Godzilla monster from Japan, I've begun to write the couple into my other, more serious Hetalia fanfic, Where Ends Meet. It's more...Hetalia-ish, if you may. Country names are used and it's more about war than anything. Please read it, if you want a taste of the other side of Hetalia fanfiction. ^^