"And that can probably get you into their–Williams, will you please stop doing that?" Ludwig groaned, hitting his forehead with the base of his palm.
"Doing what?" said man asked, looking up from the paper he had been writing notes on before receding from view and appearing again.
"That!"
"What?"
"Going in and out of existence or whatever it is you do! It's very disconcerting." the German said, a nervous twitch he thought he had gotten rid of reappearing.
"I can't help it! It's all I can do to be visible half the time!"
"Mein Gott," the tall blond groaned. "This is almost worse than Feliciano."
"You adore Feliciano," Alfred pointed out.
"Shut up." the group of three was situated on Ludwig's couch, if only because Yao was having severe mood swings and wailing something about not being a good brother. They had gotten away from base as quickly as possible after he started repeatedly slamming on his desk with a wok.
Their conversation went on in this manner for some time, no one really getting any work done - hey, Alfred was in the room, he does that - until Matthew jolted backwards at the sight of something in the next room and went completely invisible, even to Al.
"What the hell, Matt?" the American idiot cried, as he was not used to this behavior.
There was no reply. The only indication he was there was a slight indent in the couch.
"Matt?"
More silence.
An instant later someone wandered into the room, holding a bottle of German beer in one hand and piano wire wrapped around the other.
"Ludwig, der zur Hölle ist das und warum war es nur eine Flasche Bier in den Kühlschrank?"
"Geh weg, Bruder."
"Nicht genial. Im Ernst."
"Gehen sie weg."
"Nein. Hey, you in the middle who is apparently trying to become one with the couch, don't I know you?"
Alfred did a double take. "You can see him?"
"Um, yes. He's on my couch. Why wouldn't I be able to?"
Ludwig stared, Alfred choked, and Matthew turned red.
"It's my couch," said Ludwig, at the same moment as Alfred helpfully pointed out that even so, not even he could see him at the moment and that was really weird.
"Um," said Matthew, no longer one with the couch, which happened to be allied with a certain Ivan Braginsky, "I honestly don't know why people don't notice me." It might have had something to do with living in Alfred's shadow my entire life, he thought. Then he realized quite how ridiculous the situation he was in was, and thought something more along the lines of, Why the hell does he have piano wire wrapped around his hand?
"But you take advantage of it."
"What do you mean?"
"I watched you jump out a window after you stole a bunch of information. You're a stealth agent, right?"
"...Dammit."
"Well, not like I particularly care. My job isn't doing everything Lovino wants, it's just shooting people," he made a gun hand sign with the piano-wire-hand and pretended to fire it at some invisible entity in the kitchen before continuing, "and somehow, I feel as though it wouldn't be in my favor to kill you; my brother the tank would kill me in return."
"I see."
"Not a tank." Ludwig rolled his eyes.
Then there was an uncomfortable silence that Alfred felt the urge to end. "Um...Hey Ludwig, do you have any food? I'm hungry."
Matthew smacked him. "You're always hungry."
"So I am."
"Whatever. Ludwig, you and Al can discuss the plan, I'll make food."
"You will?" Ludwig seemed surprised by this. "What are you making?"
"Ambrosia. You will eat what I make and you will like it." Then the Canadian stealth agent gave him such a look the only option was to nod and go along with it. Matthew stood and walked (stalked) to the kitchen. Moments later clattering and various other stereotypical kitchen sounds resounded through the house.
More moments later, Gilbert followed him into the kitchen.
About three and a half moments after that, Matthew quite loudly informed him his mere presence was what was making the batter hit the ceiling.
Ludwig raised his eyebrows.
Alfred laughed.
There was a 'bang' sound.
Gilbert screamed.
Gilbert - awesomely - ran out of the kitchen and hid behind the MotherCouch.
The piano wire had inexplicably disappeared.
A/N: (Plus translations)
Translations first.
"Ludwig, der zur Hölle ist das und warum war es nur eine Flasche Bier in den Kühlschrank?" - "Ludwig, who the hell is that, and why was there only one bottle of beer in the fridge?"
"Geh weg, Bruder." - "Go away, brother."
"Nicht genial. Im Ernst." - "Not awesome. Seriously."
"Gehen sie weg." - "Go away."
And we know homosexuality was pretty much the most dissed thing in America at this time besides the Prohibition and Germany. Nothing like this shall occur in the story. We think. Sorry, fangirls.
In the last chapter, I was corrected that it should be "Get it FROM Yao" rather than "Get it BEFORE". Thanks, Amelia. Unfortunately, there's no going back and editing. So just deal with my American.
