Okay so it has come to my attention that everyone has a cover image. But me. So even though this story isn't that popular I was wondering if anyone would like to make cover art. I'm paranoid about using a picture from the Internet because the maker might get mad. Please review! Oh, also if you don't recognize any of these songs I would recommend looking them up.
Matthew hung up and glared at Gilbert. He had a headache from Elizabeta's squealing. "Was that really necessary Gil?" Before Matthew had hung up, Gilbert decided it would be funny to shout into the phone, "Mattie's in loooooove!" Gilbert smirked. "Yes, yes it was." Matthew pouted. He could only imagine what Gilbert would make him do next. "Ready for the next round, Mattie?" "Ready to get your ass kicked, Gil?" Gilbert smirked. There was no way he would Mattie win. It was too much fun when he lost.
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Ivan rubbed his hands together and said, "What misery shall we put them through, Da?" Lars thought for a second. "First, we need to make sure Francis and Alfred don't find out about this. Especially Alfred." Antonio looked confused. "Why Francis?" Lars looked at Antonio for a second. "Uh, they're cousins?" Antonio nodded. He had forgotten. Romano frowned. "I can take care of the bastards if needed." "OMG thank you Lovi," Antonio squealed. Lars just shook his head. Antonio was starting to sound like Feliks. Ivan was ignoring them all. He was trying to think of what to do to them first. An evil grin spread over his face. "Listen up, I have an idea, Da?"
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"Maple!" Matthew had lost. Again. Oh God, what was Gil going to make him sing now? "Just admit it, I'm way awesomer than you at cards Birdie!" Matthew met his gaze stubbornly. "In. Your. Dreams." Gilbert laughed. Once Mattie loosened up, he was just as dramatic as Alfred. Now, what song to make Mattie do? Maybe he should make Birdie call Al. Oh that was a good idea! Let's see, he could sing Cooler Than Me, no that would hit a little close to home. Taylor Swift? Nah, too boring. Gilbert pouted. All the American artists were totally not awesome enough. Wait, didn't Arthur complain about some British singer? Nicole something. Rodman? Russel? Roberts! That was it, Nicola Roberts. Gilbert smiled, a devilish glint in his eye. "Gil, what are you going to do to me?" Mattie said hestintly, a little scared by the look in Gilbert's eyes. Okay, make that totally scared. "You'll see, my dear Birdie." Gilbert cackled. He knew exactly what song to do.
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Ivan smiled. "We should record their conversation, Da?" Lars broke into a huge smile. "We could totally send it to Elizaveta!" Romano frowned. "Why do we need to involve the Fry Bastard?" Antonio looked shocked. "Lovi, you can't call a girl that! Besides, we could hear a juicy piece of gossip. She could twist the recording into some Yaoi thing and use it to torture Gilbert. He tortured us all before, so it should be fair!" Ivan thought for a second. That could work. He reached into his pocket and brought out an old tape recorder. Now, how to hide it? Normally he would just force it on them, but this required a little more subtlety. Maybe he could just slip it under the door? No, they might notice. Hmm… "How are we going to hide it? They can't notice it, Da?" They all thought for a second. Lars spoke up. "Maybe we could use one of your spells, Ivan." Romano shuddered. "You actually want to encourage the Vodka Bastard?" Ivan smiled, looking exactly like a demon. "I know a spell that will work, Da?"
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"BIRDIE! YOU SHOULD GLADIATOR! BY NICOLA ROBERTS!" Matthew looked confused. He had never heard of this Nicola Roberts. Whoever she was, it couldn't be good by the look on Gilbert's face. Maybe he could convince Gil to pick another song. "Um, sorry Gil. I don't know that one." Gilbert's smile got even wider. "That's what Youtube is for, Mattie!" Matthew felt an unexplainable feeling of dread. "Who am I supposed to call?" Gilbert's smile got even bigger, if that was possible. "Alfred." Matthew paled. No, he couldn't involve Al in this. That would be too cruel. One look at Gibert's face was all Mattie needed to see for him to realize there was no backing down. "Maple," he muttered. He dialed the number and put Alfred on speaker.
"HEY MATTHEW! I HAVN'T HEARD FROM YOU IN AGES!"
"Hey Al."
"SO WHAT DID YOU CALL ME ABOUT!"
"Ding Dong Ding Dong…"