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Ding Dong
"That would be Elizaveta," Roderich shot a glare at the man lounging on the sofa.
Gilbert held up his hands in defence, "Chill, Specs. Go get the door."
The Austrian straightened his jacket and opened the door. He was greeted with a beautiful woman. Her long blonde hair reached her waist; curling at the edges. She was wearing a green and white dress, that went just passed her knee-caps. Her face had very little make-up; all that was seen was pink lipstick, tinted on her lips.
"Good afternoon, Elizaveta," Austria greeted the Hungarian, allowing her to walk into the house, "I trust you are well?"
Elizaveta smiled a sweet smile, "Yes, thank you, Roderich. You to, are keeping well, I assume?"
The Austrian nodded, leading her to the living room, where Prussia was sitting. He was wearing his trade-mark smile, when he noticed Elizaveta walking into the room. "'Sup, Lizzy!"
Hungary nearly exploded at the sound of his voice, automatically glaring daggers, when crimson eyes met light green. She gritted her teeth, not breaking eye contact, "What is he doing here, Austria?"
Gilbert spoke for himself, "That is no-way to treat awesome, Lizzy! Besides, Roddy let me stay!" Gilbert's smile widened when he noticed the Austrian blush at the use of his nickname.
"Well I presume he is leaving, yes?"
"Unfortunately, no. He wanted to stay, so I told him he could…if he behaved…"
"Which I totally am!" Prussia defended himself, getting up in the process and heading to the kitchen, "Yo, Priss! You got any beer?"
Roderich sighed, "It's in the fridge. Please don't make a mess…"
When Elizaveta had calmed down, she took a seat on the sofa that Gilbert was originally sat in. She picked up a cup of tea that had already been made, smiling her sweet smile whenever her eyes met the Austrian's violet ones.
Roderich sat down next to her, bringing, to, a cup of tea to his lips.
The two quietly talked while Gilbert was in the kitchen.
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Where the hell is the fucking beer, in this house? Specs said is was in the fridge…
Ah hah! There it is…
"Damn…" Gilbert cursed, reading the label, "It's not German beer. Ah well, it'll do."
Slowly and quietly, the Prussian peeked through the doorway, where Hungary and Austria were talking. He was about to barge in to annoy Hungary again, when he noticed something:
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Elizaveta chuckled softly, "Roderich, you've got cake on your check." She reached to get a tissue.
"Oh? How silly of me."
Out of instinct, Roderich drew back slightly, when he noticed what the Hungarian was going to do, but lent foreword, all the same.
Elizaveta brushed the cake crumbs off of the Austrian's cheek, a little too slowly for the man's liking, but didn't move, as he didn't want to offend the Hungarian.
Green eyes met violet for a few seconds and still Hungary had not let go of Roderich…
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What the fuck is she doing to him! It only takes a few seconds to wipe someones face, not fucking hours! Urgh, this is fucking stupid!
Barging in, acting as if he saw nothing, Gilbert spoke up, "I found the beer, Priss!" Holding the beer up for evidence.
Prussia could see the relief in the man's eyes and smirked.
Elizaveta on the other hand was furious, she only needed a few more seconds, but that stupid Prussian had to ruin it, didn't he! "Loud as ever, aren't you, Prussian." Her voice was cold, matching her glare.
Gilbert brushed off the glare, still smiling to himself, "Whatever, Lizzy. You're just jealous, 'cause you know you can't and won't ever be as awesome as me! Not saying you are awesome already, 'cause you're not!"
"Rude…obnoxious…little…" she mumbled under her breath so nobody could hear her. She continued to sip her tea.
Half an hour passed, as the three sat in the living room in silence. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the old Grandfather clock in the corner. Roderich tried to remain calm, even though he caught Prussia casually glancing at him now and again, smirking; knowing that Elizaveta would get mad and indeed she was.
She stood up, grabbing her bag and headed for the door.
"Right then. I am very sorry Roderich, but I must be going. It has been a…pleasant afternoon. Thank you."
Gilbert shot up as well, followed by Austria, who was quite frankly…relieved.
"So soon, Elizaveta?" He asked, not really bothered, but he had to act like a gentleman. "You only just arrived."
She smiled, "I know, I know. I'll see you again, sometime?" She shot a glare at the man, who was leaning against the door frame, smirking. "Goodbye Prussia…I hope we do not meet again in the future."
Gilbert waved, "See ya Lizzy. I hope so to!"
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Roderich said his goodbyes and finally closed the door. "I hope you're happy, now."
Prussia gaped, "What's wrong now, Priss! I could clearly tell that you were uncomfortable with her around! You're lucky you got me around to handle her, or else she would have her hands all over you!"
Roderich glared, "That 'her' has a name! And why do you care, Gilbert?" Gilbert froze, "Why do you care if she does put her hands on me?"
"Hey, don't s-"
"Remember. You're too 'awesome' to care like that. Remember you told me that a 2 years ago? Yes. I still haven't forgotten what you said to me that night." The Austrian's tone was colder than Hungary's. His violet eyes glaring daggers at the Gilbert's.
"What did I tell you? Look. Will you just chill! You were fine, until she came over! What's gotton into you, Specs?" The Prussian was confused now. What did he say to the Austrian all those years ago, that sends him crazy?
"Don't. Call me that, please; and nothing has 'gotton into me' thank-you." He walk into the dining room, speaking over his shoulder, whilst Gilbert stayed behind him.
"Then will you just ch-"
Austria cut him off again, "Leave now. You've over-stayed your welcome and annoyed me and Elizaveta. Now you can go."
Gilbert glared, "Fine!" And with that, Gilbert turned on his heel and headed out the door, "See you around!" Slamming the door behind him, Prussia headed back home, glaring at the pavement along the way. Think Prussia. You're too awesome to forgot things like that! Now think. What did I say all those years ago, that sends Roddy into a fit?
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End of this chapter! I hope you liked it. Sorry if it's short, but I'm really enjoying writing this so far! I can't wait to write the next chapters!
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~Lily Canvas
