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Gilbert jumped onto Roderich's couch with a large smirk on his face. He seemed to have no hangover at all, unlike the Austrian whose head felt like it was about to explode.
"Priss! Make me breakfast. I don't care what it is as long as it's good and comes quickly."
"Fine."
"Sir."
"What?"
"You are serving me breakfast today so I expect to you to call me sir."
"Fine, sir."
"Kesesese! Better."
Roderich left the room; face twitching as he tried to find his happy place. Still dealing with his killer hangover, he staggered to the bathroom first to find some aspirin. Swallowing the pills and a glass of water, he hoped he would feel better soon. The brunette stumbled to the kitchen and reached into a random cupboard and pulled out a can of alphabet soup. A plan for sweet, sweet, revenge had hatched in his mind.
"Roddy~" Gilbert called through the living room, "where's my breakfast!"
"Coming Gilbert."
"Sir."
"Fine… Coming sir."
Roderich walked into the room balancing a tray holding a bowl of cold alphabet soup.
"What is it Roddy?"
"Soup."
"Ice cold soup?"
"Revenge is a dish best served cold after all."
Gilbert looked down at the bowl of cold soup. The letters on the top spelled out 'THE GAME BITCH'
"… Sheiβe."
"Now Gilbert, you will do something for me. Clean my whole house for a month."
"You can't make me!"
"Oh I can. See these?" Roderich held up a box and several pieces of rope. "You will clean this house, cook for me and basically be my maid for a month or I will tie you up, put you in this box and mail you to Francis. Understood?"
"You aren't strong enough to tie me up, Priss! And anyway, Francis is one of my best friends."
"But she is." He pointed to a picture of Elizaveta and him on a wall. "Also, do you think Francis would turn down the opportunity to have 'someone over' when they show up, bound by heaps of ropes, in a cardboard box?"
"Ah crap."
"Now go and CLEAN."
"Ja ja just go and do… Whatever you were going to do."
"Prick. What a fucking PRICK." Gilbert cursed as he stuffed a vacuum cleaner nozzle under Roderich's couch.
'Why the fuck is he too lazy to even clean under his own couch?' he thought to himself as he pulled out a grungy sock and put it in the nearby washing basket. Gahhh... he hated doing shit like this. Especially when he couldn't think of any ways to get revenge.
"Hey where are all my socks? Haven't you even done the washing yet?" Roderich shouted from upstairs.
"THEY'RE ALL UNDER THE FREAKING COUCH, YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Well hurry up already, I'm going out soon and I need those washed and dried ASAP."
"Yeah, yeah, don't get your cravat thingy in a twist." Gilbert muttered, heaving the overflowed washing basket out to the garden. 'How am I supposed to wash them anyway? It's not like there's a washing machine here... or even a washing line for that matter.' he thought. He looked up at the sky, watching Gilbird fly over the power lines.
"Power lines..." he asked himself. And then it hit him. 'Kesese! Danke Gott for TV… And whoever said revenge was sweet was SOOO right,' he thought, as he pulled out a permanent marker from his pocket. Roddy was in for it now.
"Hey priss, your stupid washing is done." Gilbert shouted from outside."FINALLY. If you weren't any faster I would've been late! Did you... oh shit." Roderich muttered as he looked out the window, eyes wide.
"Well you didn't have a washing line!" Gilbert yelled from the top of the power lines. Roderich couldn't believe it. He didn't really expect Gilbert to take things this seriously. Roderich's clothes were strewn over the power line, with staples to keep them in place. Even his only pair of glasses had been taped to the lines. Gilbert had also managed to scrawl the letters 'THE GAME SUCKER!' onto his best shirts.
"Now you can go tape together heaps of broom handles and stuff and play 'Pantie Piñata' to your heart's content!" Roderich sent Gilbert a glare deadly enough to kill.
"This is not funny. Come back down here and give me my clothes."
"Hmm… I think not."
"I think yes." Gilbert climbed back down the power pole and jumped in front of the Austrian.
"You lost the game so you have to do whatever I say~"
"And what do you say?"
"Tell me what you really think about me. You don't hate me I know that. Even if you did hate me, that wouldn't have happened last night…" Roderich just stood, confused.
"What happened last night?"
"You kissed me." Violet eyes widened.
"What? I did?"
"Yes. Just ask Arthur."
Roderich paused. Considering Gilbert's request – no, demand, he remembered the time Gilbert got drunk and streaked across the room with a Prussian flag for a cape. The image of his pale body, his sculpted torso, his glossy silver hair, his glowing ruby eyes had stuck in his mind… Yep he hated to admit it but… he had feelings for the ex-nation.
"… I'm not ready to tell you. Not yet. I need to get some things sorted out. Like getting my clothes off of those telephone lines!"
"But you have to tell me sooner or later. I'm curious~" Gilbert sighed. 'When will he realise…'
At 3.00 am Roderich couldn't sleep. There were too many confusing questions flooding his mind.
'Did I really kiss Gilbert last night?'
'Why?'
'What are these feeling that I've had of late?'
'How am I supposed to tell Gilbert?'
'What am I supposed to wear tomorrow?'
'How am I supposed to get my clothes down?'
'Why won't that little moron get out of my head?'
And most of all,
'What does it all mean?'
His only option was to ask someone about what happened and what was going on. But who should he ask? He recalled Gilbert saying Arthur witnessing them kissing… The Austrian guessed he would have to ask the Englishman about it. Roderich hadn't spoken to him after that one time.
Somewhere in London, England, a phone rang at 2.00 am.
"What do you fucking want? This better be important if you're calling me at this ungodly hour."
"I have some very confusing questions for you England."
"Austria?"
"Yes, it's me. I know I haven't talked to you since that one time but I have questions. Apparently you can answer them."
"Fine. Go ahead and ask."
"Well… What happened last night between me and Gilbert when I was drunk?"
Arthur's head was still pounding with his hangover, but it just became even more painful as he recalled the blurry memory.
"Argh… You kissed him. Now what else do you want?"
"Wait, wait, wait." Violent eyes widened. "So I actually kissed him? He wasn't lying?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"How would I know? You were drunk."
"I suppose that is true…"
"What are your other questions?"
Roderich took some time to pick out the most important query.
"What are these feelings that I've had since last night?"
"What feelings?"
"I kind of feel that… Gil- I mean Prussia means something more to me than a stalker or a friend."
"Ah. Yeah well that happened to me. It took Alfred about twenty years before he actually talked to me about how he felt. It's been wonderful after that."
"But I don't know if he likes me or not."
"Well you kissed him and then he kissed you back (very enthusiastically at that…) so I don't think you have a problem there."
"Holy mother of Mozart… This is so embarrassing. Even when I was married to Elizaveta I never felt anything like this."
"Really?"
"Yes. Well… Erm… Thank you, good night."
"Good night Austria." Roderich hung up the phone, sighing.
'Looks like I'm going to have to confront him.' Roderich facepalmed, 'this is worse than the time Italy's voice changed… At least then the situation was easily fixable. It's too late for this.'
The Austrian lay his head down and attempted to sleep. A full night of restlessness was ahead of him.
Gilbert sat up in bed, thoughts overrun by Roderich, sleep eluding him. 'Verdammt. He's invaded my personal privacy. My mind, my thoughts and sometimes even my dreams… Gott I sound like an 11 year old girl with her first crush.'
Sheiβe, maybe he did have a crush. No, it couldn't be. It was probably side-effects from going under Roderich's couch and pulling out grungy socks.
'I wonder where he buys his socks from… no, shut up, you don't care, he's just Roderich. You're far too awesome to waste your time on that prissy pianist.' he told himself, as his head started getting heavier. Damn, he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
'I don't care. I'm way too awesome for sleep. I'm gonna go play some video games until he gets out of my head and never comes back… Like that's going to happen… I hope he talks to me tomorrow. Otherwise it would just be plain awkward. I wonder if he likes me. Of course he likes me! Who doesn't like the awesome me? Anyway I think I'll talk to him about this tomorrow.' Gilbert got up and picked up his PSP and switched it on. Just as the screen flickered to life, he had second thoughts.
'Nah I think I'll just think things over… Crap I choose thinking over video games? Mein Gott I'm becoming lame… Roddy's becoming a bad influence on me. Hmm… Thinking is boring I guess I'll just try to sleep.' The albino turned off the PSP and got back into the bed. He was slowly tugged into the waves of sleep with thoughts of a handsome brunette with an attractive mole flooded his mind.
Roderich shuffled closer to the Prussian man doing the breakfast dishes.
"Gilbert, you know I was kind of joking when I said you had to clean my house for a month. I have servants you know." Gilbert looked back at Roderich.
"Yes, Roddy, I do know that but I just felt like doing something nice for a change. Also as an apology for stapling your clothes to the phone lines. I took all of them down did the washing properly this time." Gilbert pointed at the basket of fresh laundry. The Austrian was surprised at Gilbert's kindness and suspected that something was up.
"How… nice of you. Alright what's going on?"
"I want to talk to you. About us and what's going on." For the first time ever, Roderich started to stutter.
"U-us? W-what about us? You're m-my friend, f-full stop."
"I don't think so~" The Austrian tried to think quickly, 'I told myself before; I was going to confront him about this. I have to go through with this. Breathe, breathe. Alright I'm going to tell him…'
"Well you see Gilbert… I think that y-you're kind of…" Roderich couldn't stop looking into those deep pools of fire that were Gilbert's eyes, "sort of… awesome?"
"Of course I'm awesome, everyone knows that. Answer my question from yesterday. What do you really think about me?"
"Yeah, I knew you'd say that. Anyway, look. I think I k-kind of… like you." Roderich stuttered. Gilbert paused. He hadn't been expecting this. He was the one who liked Roderich... no he wasn't, Roddy was just a bad influence, that was it, remember?
"... Wait. Like like? Or just like? Or is it like like like?" Gilbert asked
"You sound like an 11 year old who's just been asked out."
"ARE YOU ASKING ME OUT? OHMIGOD OHMIGOD OHMIGOD... Mein Gott I am sorry about that. That was totally un-awesome."
"Look, just forget I said anything, I don't know what's going on anymore. I've got to think this out." Roderich yelled. With that Roderich slammed out of the kitchen, leaving Gilbert standing alone. 'This is confusing…'
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