Over the course of a few weeks, I had started to heal and Gilbert was repairing my house. Alfred and Arthur hadn't arrived and I was able to walk and work with my hands slightly. After about a month, I was fine and Gilbert had left. Once again, I was alone.

Since the outside of my house was fixed, it was time to clean the inside. Washing the windows and dishes was easy and the dusting wasn't much either. When it came to sweeping and mopping, I sighed. When I had finished sweeping in the kitchen, I started mopping. Seeing the shine on my floor made me think of Gilbert and how he had slipped on the wet floor after mopping a few weeks ago.

Remembering the smiles and laughter caused a sting of pain in my heart. I missed him. I missed his silver hair, scarlet eyes and porcelain skin. I missed his peculiar chuckle and stubborn attitude when I attempted to be angry with him. I just missed everything. A loud knock on my front door made me jump and drop the mop. I quickly picked it up and leaned it against the doorframe and ran to the front door. I yanked it open, hoping to see silver hair and was quickly disappointed.

"Hey! Sorry it took so long to get here but, I'm here now! How ya been?" Alfred asked loudly.

"I'm alright. Um, do you want to come in?" I asked, stepping aside.

"Sure!" he laughed and stomped inside, followed slowly by Arthur.

I shut the door behind them and sighed. Alfred's muddy footprints tracked across the floor and into my living room.

"Sorry about that, chap. Alfred is just sort of oblivious," Arthur sighed and followed the American after wiping his feet on the door mat.

I sighed again and trudged into the living room. Arthur seemed to be scolding Alfred while the American just sat back and smiled.

"You really need to be more considerate! Don't you know how to wipe your feet? Lithuania was kind enough to let us into his home and you go romping around with muddy boots!" the Englishman shouted.

"It's not that big of a deal," I mumbled.

"See, Arty? It's not that big a deal!" Alfred laughed and grabbed the Brit, hoisting him onto his lap.

"Can I get you anything?" I offered, trying to ignore the odd couple.

"I would like tea," Arthur requested, fidgeting in the American's lap.

"I'll take some coffee if you have it," Alfred beamed and pulled his counterpart closer.

"C-Coffee…Sure," I said, smiling and walking into the kitchen.

With a muffled sigh, I stared at my new coffee maker while I was overwhelmed by more memories of the Prussian. I quickly set to making the coffee and tea, moving carefully across the still slightly wet floor. When both had been brewed, I delivered the drinks to my guests who were bickering. Upon seeing me, they quieted down and accepted their beverages.

"Is it alright if we stay the night? I know it's kinda last minute but we were on our way around Europe and stopped here first. We'll leave tomorrow," Alfred smiled.

"Um, sure. Let me make up Raivis's room," I smiled nervously.

"Why not Eduard's old room?" the American pushed.

"It's, um, under construction," I lied, biting my lip.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"Alfred! Don't be so rude," Arthur snapped.

"I just wanted to know if it was something I could fix!" Alfred whined.

"Well, I'm certain Lithuania can handle it. Raivis's room will be fine," Arthur smiled at me and I nodded.

I quickly hurried up the stairs and into my youngest brother's old room. I changed the sheets, blankets, dusted the curtains and shades, and ended with a quick sweeping of the wooden floors. When I exited the room, I stopped and looked at the end of the hall to where Eduard used to sleep. I slowly trudged down to the room and opened the door.

The room was just as Prussia had left it. The curtains were closed and the sheets and blanket on the bed were bunched together. I smiled when I thought of my silver-haired friend lying in the bed, asleep. With a light blush, I shut the door and returned to the living room. Alfred had Arthur in his arms and was kissing him passionately. Another stab of pain hit me and I silently started to clean the muddy footprints so as not to disturb them…or even look at them.

Arthur clearing his throat made me look up and blush. He was blushing bright red while Alfred stood behind him with his arms around the Englishman's shoulder.

"R-Raivis's room is ready. Dinner will be ready soon. Any requests?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"How about soup?" Alfred asked and I nodded.

The two of them headed upstairs after they brought their bags inside. When all was quiet and I was alone downstairs, I continued cleaning. When I had finished, I moved to the kitchen and started cooking a traditional Lithuanian soup. About thirty minutes later, the food was ready done and my guests were still upstairs.

"Alfred! Arthur! Dinner is ready!" I called.

Silence. How odd. Alfred and Arthur were usually bickering about something pointless. It was never this quiet when they were around. That being said, I made my way upstairs and paused.

"Alfred? Arthur?" I called. Still no answer.

I quietly made my way down the hall and knocked on their door. When I heard movement, I cleared my throat and knocked again.

"Dinner is ready," I said loudly. Once again, no answer.

With that, I gently opened the door, instantly regretting that decision. There, on my youngest brother's bed, lie Arthur on his back with Alfred thrusting into him. Their moans were quiet and could barely be heard over the sound of skin slapping skin. Arthur begged to be thrust into harder and arched his back as he came. With wide eyes, I shut the door and tried to get the smell of sex out of my head and nostrils.

I rushed back downstairs and into the kitchen, washing my hands the moment I reached the sink. Ten minutes later, the pair joined me. One was smiling and the other stared into space. As I started to ration soup uncomfortably into bowls, my guests took their seats and waited.

"What's for dinner?" the American asked.

"U-Um, mushroom soup with bacon bits," I stammered and set the bowls on the table with spoons already in them.

"Sounds amazing!" Alfred smiled widely and quickly took to eating.

Arthur bowed his head and mumbled to himself with folded hands. I smiled a bit, despite how I had just seen him with Alfred, as I remembered Prussia doing the same thing. When the Englishman looked up, I quickly started eating. Pleasant conversation was had (not mentioning what I had seen) and soon, night had fallen. When they were tired, my guests went upstairs to retire for the night. I cleaned the dishes before slowly making my way up the stairs. I took a shower, changed into sleeping clothes, and crawled into bed. Before long, I had fallen asleep with a book in my hand.

When I woke the next morning, I dressed quickly and walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I made breakfast, brewed coffee and tea and then set the table. I was about to go upstairs and make my bed when my phone rang. I gripped the cordless device and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Morning Toris!" a familiar voice said loudly.

"Gilbert!" I exclaimed quietly, blushing a bit.

"Kesese, yeah, it's me. How are you?" he asked with his peculiar chuckle.

"I'm alright. Just made breakfast, actually," I smiled.

"It sounds delicious. How are your ankle and wrist?" he asked.

"They're fine. I'm recovering very well…thanks to you," I said, blushing brighter.

"I-I'm glad I could help," he stammered a bit.

"…America and England are visiting," I said, biting my lower lip a bit.

"That must be interesting. When are they leaving?" he asked.

"This afternoon," I answered.

"That's cool. So, Italy wanted you to come over and eat dinner with us soon. So…I was going to come pick you up some time next week," he said, slowly and nervously.

"I would like that," I blushed and tried to suppress my idiotic smile.

"That's awesome! How about Wed…" he was cut off by his brother in the background.

"Who are you talking to?" I heard the bulky German yell.

"None of your damn business!" Gilbert shouted back.

"Listen, Gil, I'll see you Wednesday. I have to go, okay?" I asked, hearing footsteps on my stairs and Ludwig's shouting on the other end.

"Alright, Liet. I'll come to pick you up around one," the Prussian answered and hung up.

I quickly put the phone down and ran to the cupboard, pulling out a plate. Moments later, Arthur walked in and sat at the table.

"Good morning, Arthur. I made breakfast. Um, where's Alfred?" I asked with a small smile.

"He's asleep. I had to pry the git off of me…Who was on the phone?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Oh, um, a friend," I said nervously.

"Is it a special friend?" he pressed.

"W-Why would you ask that?" I asked, gripping the plate.

"Because you're blushing an unbelievably bright shade of red," he snickered.

I pouted and refused to respond. I quickly made him and Alfred a plate of food, set them on the table, and set out to make y bed and do laundry. I was so thankful they were leaving soon.