Chapter 3: Prussia's Secret Revealed

Gilbert's POV

He sighed, he spent his days at Roderich's house, trying to get him to eat, to show some sort of emotion. He had offered him a new piano, but it only created more tears coming from those eyes. He didn't like this feeling, and the worst part is knowing it was all his fault.

Flashback:

Gilbert knocked on the door to Romano's house, the Italian opened the door, "What can I do for you?" Gilbert took a deep breath, "I need a favor.." Romano nodded and invited him in. Gilbert entered the house, sitting himself on the couch.

Romano watched him, "What do you need? You don't seem the type to come to me."

"I know...my awesome self would never come here, but, I can't let my hands get dirty on this one."

"Must be something good then...against someone close to you, i'm assuming."

"He doesn't know he's close to me." He sighed, "I need you to damage something that Austria cares a lot about...mess something up in his music room.."

Romano blinked, "Why?"

"I just need him to be upset over something, so I can comfort him...get..closer to him." He mumbled the last few words.

"Nothing is free, I can do it...but you owe me. And trust me, i'll call on that favor."

"Thank you.." He stood and left the house, "I'm sorry Roddy...but I don't know another way.."

Present Day:

Gilbert hugged Austria closer as they lay on his couch. He heard the front door open, and the sound of Ludwig and Italy's voices, "Shit.." He muttered and just about threw Austria off of him, as they walked into the living room. He planned for this, he took out a small fake piano like Austria's old one and held it in his hand, and when he knew Austria was watching, he smashed it. He felt terrible on the inside, but laughed on the outside, he saw the hurt in Roderich's eyes.

Ludwig grabbed him, "Out!" He growled and took Gilbert to the front door and tossed him outside. "Stay away from him!" Was all He heard shouted at him as he got up, dusted himself off and walked away.

Roderich's POV

He had just started to feel something, in the depths of himself. He should have known it would be a ploy, something Gilbert was doing to trick him. He had probably loved smashing that piano. And the way he laughed, tore a new hole through Austria. He moved past Italy and Ludwig and made his way to his room. He vowed not to speak. He knew he couldn't trust. Ludwig was only doing this to show Italy he could be compassionate, and Italy wouldn't be around if Austria didn't have hold of him. Hungary was always gone and had only been a house maid before. He laid down in bed, staring at the wall.