Hey guys. Let me just say that I am amazed by the amount of reviews, favorites and alerts I got! I am super grateful and I really appreciate all the support. I just hope i don't disappoint you. I've been thinking about this chapter for a couple days because I haven't had a chance to actually write it. I started out with some vague ideas, then went off rambling and ended up with a rather crack-ish reference to a (made-up) yaoi fiction site. O.o Not sure how I got there. Anyway, I hope you still enjoy it, and if you don't, feel free to give me some suggestions!

Warnings-A little cursing, mild overuse of italics and the word "awesome"

Italics are, as usual, emphasis or thoughts. In this chapter they are also used for the usernames (You'll see what I mean when you read it. If you don't understand anything, feel free to message me.)

Disclaimer-It's a good thing that I don't own Hetalia, because I would go crazy trying to figure out who to pair Prussia with.

Enjoy!


"Morning Eli. I was bored today, and boredom is not awesome, so naturally I decided to break into your house."

Elizabeta rolled her eyes-only Gilbert would think that breaking into someone's house was a normal way to pass the time.

"But then I realized that it's very rude to sneak into a house that's not yours without providing something in return."

Hungary scoffed. Prussia had never cared about manners.

"So I thought about what I could do for you." The albino wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I considered giving you a show, but then I remembered what happened to my ass last time I tried to take just a few of my clothes in your house."

As Gilbert winced at the memory, Elizabeta smiled triumphantly. Her frying pan had made sure that the obnoxious man had a hard time sitting down for a week.

Well, he deserved it. If you sneak into someone's house and take off your pants, you're looking to get your ass kicked with some iron cookware.

"So then I realized how much I've done for you Eli, I'm running out of ideas!" Prussia made an elaborate show of pouting. "So I've decided that instead of just generally being awesome, I'll tell you a secret. Every day. For a week. Awesome, right?"

Even as Hungary gave an obligatory snort, she was interested.

What is there about Gilbert that I don't already know?

"So today, I'll start off with an embarrassing one."

Jackpot.

"Embarrassing for you, anyway." Prussia smirked in a way that make Hungary's frying pan hand twitch.

"And before you reach for the frying pan, hear me out. Then you can beat me with your cookery. If you can."

Elizabeta was not surprised that Gilbert could practically predict her reactions. She could usually read him like a book. But he was being especially perceptive today (for a moron) in how effortlessly he was responding to exactly what she was thinking.

"So, Eli, let's talk yaoi."

Hungary perked up. She practically had a radar that made her instinctively listen up when someone mentioned yaoi. When she heard the word, she grabbed a camera with speed that would make a trigger happy paparazzo jealous.

"You know that fiction site I showed you? ?"

Another one of Gilbert's stunts had been to create her an account on a site devoted to amateur yaoi fiction. Although she wouldn't admit it to him, she had become a very active member. Frying_pain52 was famous in the web community for her spicy pictures. Gilbert had set her password to Gilbert_is_AWESOME when he set up the account, but the first thing she did was change that. Now every time she typed Gilberts_Antics in the password boxshe chucked at the thought of the Prussian. The fact that Gilbert was part of her password was a secret even he didn't know. And she wasn't about to tell him. She only used him in her password because it was his fault she was on the site anyway. That was the only reason. Case closed.

"Wellll…"

Was it just her, or was Prussia's grin even more rakishly mischievous than usual?

"I was surfing my NosebleedFiction account and guess what I found?"

This was new. Elizabeta should have known that he would be creeping on her even on the web. But she hadn't even thought of that. So he probably figured out that she had written thinly veiled "fictional" stories about most of the nations. All of the male nations, actually. Except him.

"I noticed I wasn't in any of your stories. I'm hurt. I was sure you would write about me stalking Roddy, at the very least."

I didn't write about you stalking Roderich because I didn't like it when you stalked Roderich! I wasn't jealous-just…protective of my husband. Yeah, let's go with that.

"But I was kind of glad you didn't because you would have gotten it all wrong. I wasn't really stalking Specs. I mean really, I'm so awesome and he's so not. I was actually hanging around you."

Hearing that made Elizabeta unreasonably happy. She never liked it when she thought that Gilbert had a crush on her ex-husband. She wanted to set up Roderich with Vash and Gilbert was only going to get in the way. It was not because she was jealous in any way. Nope. Not a bit…

But why would he be hanging around me? All he ever does it bother me. And he'd have to be a masochist to seek out that much frying pan related pain. Fryingpain. Haha. If nothing else, that dolt has a sense of humor.

"If you're wondering why, it's because you're fun to be around. You're funny when you're angry. Well, you're funny until the pan comes out. But anyway Eli, I would have thought that you would have figured out that I'm not into Specs. I thought you had a nose for yaoi."

I DO. Elizabeta thought indignantly. But you freaking scramble it!

"Anyway. I was thinking that when I started breaking and entering into your house, which is no longer shared with that aristocrat, I might add, that you might realize that I actually enjoy your company."

Although she knew that Prussia was her friend (maybe even her closest friend), it was very rare to hear him actually talk about his feelings. Such talk was usually dismissed as "WAY not awesome!" So the affirmation that Gilbert did, in fact, think of her as a friend, made Hungary smile.

Maybe that's why I'm reluctant to see him in yaoi. He's my best friend-it would be waaaay too weird.

Wait, did I just call the idiot my best friend?

Crap.

"But back to my original purpose-keeping you sharp with that pan."

Ah. Back to the normal annoying Gilbert. Now this I can deal with.

"I saw that one Fryingpain52-clever name by the way, what awesome person thought that up?-just happened to have NosebleedsFTW on their favorites list. And has been following him avidly."

What's his game? So he knows my guilty pleasure-my favorite amateur yaoi author. I suppose it's embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as knowing that he knows that everything that I write is about our friends.

"Well, what you didn't know is that you have been following-drumroll please…" Immature as ever, Prussia paused to create his own sound effects. "the NosebleedFiction account belonging to the yours truly, the one, the only, the awesome."

Hungary's first reaction was disbelief. There was NO way that the Prussian was NosebleedsFTW. He couldn't write! Not yaoi, anyway!

But upon further reflection, it all made sense. The tone of the stories she had read were similar to Gilbert's way of speaking, and the author just tended to overuse the word "awesome." Elizabeta hadn't noticed because she was so used to her eccentric friend's idiosyncrasies that she didn't even notice them anymore.

Damn.

He's going to hold this over me for a loooong time.

"Funny, right?" The Prussian had the audacity to grin at her! Well, at the camera-close enough. "And although I don't know why you wouldn't believe your dearest friend, log on tonight. Check my profile and then see what you think. And now, dearest Elizabeta, I should be going before you come after me."

Gilbert bowed comically, then winked at the camera. As if that weren't enough, he had the audacity to blow her (well, the camera) a kiss before jumping out the window cackling.

Kesesese. His laughter could be heard fading away as he ran out of range.

Bastard. Elizabeta thought. But she found that she was smiling.


Gilbert logged onto that night. He had originally found the site and set Elizabeta up on it as a joke, but then he found out that she actually used it. He created an account so he could anonymously bug her, via the world wide web. But then he found out that writing yaoi was actually slightly addictive. It became his guilty pleasure, and he planned to simply leave Eli alone (at least on the internet) so she wouldn't find out about his hobby. But then Fryingpain52 had become one of his biggest fans.

The opportunity was too good to resist.

Logon:

Username-NosebleedsFTW

Password-Elizabeta

He had put his friend's name as his password in a flash of inspiration (or a lack of any other inspiration). He joined the site because of Eli, so she was the password. Simple as that.

Prussia smirked to himself in a very self-satisfied way. He loved tweaking Eli and today had been fun. He hadn't even talked to her in person, but he would have bet money that she had seen the video and was going to look at NosebleedsFTW's page tonight.

Well, I better leave a message for her.

Gilbert quickly edited his profile page, looked quickly at Elizabeta's and logged off.

He had to plan for tomorrow's visit.


Elizabeta told herself that she would not look at NosebleedFiction that night. She would not give that insufferable albino the satisfaction.

So of course Hungary found herself on the profile page of NosebleedsFTW, who she had to admit-Gilbert or not-was a pretty good writer.

I never pictured Prussia as a yaoi writer. Interesting. Potential blackmail maybe, just for revenge?

Her thoughts of revenge were interrupted as she saw NosebleedsFTW's daily post, which proved that the Prussian had indeed written yaoi-good yaoi.

"Note to self-Hungarians are feisty."

That was it. Just one sentence, but it was so specific that it had to be Gilbert.

Elizabeta, the embodiment of said feisty Hungarians, blushed. She quickly dismissed it as a flush of rage and began to plot some "feisty" revenge.

Insults were usually not a compliment, but with Gilbert, her curses were always laced with fondness.

Bastard.