When Russia and the younger two Baltics had left, Germany turned to the brunette who had been left to him. Peace offering? Bullshit. Germany thought bluntly. More likely a spy, a saboteur...something like that. Judging by the man's reaction he hadn't expected to be staying either though. Nonsense, it's probably just a ruse...
"Hmm..." Germany rubbed his jaw thoughtfully deciding there wasn't much he could do about it until he had proof. He'd just have to keep his eyes open.
"I suppose you can stay in the same room you were in before." Germany said finally. Directly beside mine, that's good... I'll be able to hear him if he gets up at night... The brunette nodded nervously fidgeting. Ludwig opened his mouth to scold the other man for it before realizing he wasn't dealing with Italy. This man wasn't training with him and even Ludwig realized it wasn't his place to tell him what not to do...as long as it didn't interfere with the order of his house.
"Ah...well..." German wasn't sure what to say. He knew he needed to call his boss as soon as possible but he really wasn't certain what to do with this man he had only just met staying at his home for an indefinite amount of time.
Ludwig took a deep breath and began going over the dos and don'ts of his home. Feel free to browse in the library. Stay out of his an his brothers' rooms. Don't eat anything but the food on the top shelf of the refrigerator for snacks as the rest of it was for planned meals. Meal times were at 7, 12, and 19:30. Stay out of the office...so on and so forth. Toris stood strait at attention nodding as the rules were given to him. Germany noticed that by the time he had finished the man was visibly shivering. He rubbed his hands together a bit confused. Was it cold...? No, it didn't seem to be to him. He decided he should check the thermostat soon anyway.
"Thank you, I'm sure that if you abide by what I've asked we won't have any trouble and your stay here will be a pleasant one." More shivering and nodding. "Um...I will see you at Dinner then." And with that he turned and marched off to update his boss.
Toris exhaled shakily and slumped forward slightly as he relaxed from his attention pose. This was awful. At least he knew what to expect from Russia most of the time! He sighed and rubbed at his stomach hoping to massage away the dull ache that was threatening to grow into more pain. What had he said about the library? He could go there right? Yeah...he was pretty sure that's what he said... On his way to the German's private library Toris tried to go over the rules that had been laid out to him. He found to his horror that he couldn't remember about half of what the other had said. He cringed at the realization as he arrived in room, surrounded by walls covered in books from all different countries and times. Well, at least the man had a decent library.
Germany hung up the phone and sat back in his chair wondering what to do next. He could go running? His mind offered hopefully. Not while that odd man is staying in my house... He let out a small sigh and the phone rang. He picked it up to hear what had become a very familiar voice.
"Germany! Germany! Hnn...Ve. Is it okay if I come back over to your house pleeeease?" Italy sounded like he had been crying, not that the fact was terribly unusual. Germany paused. Did he really want Italy there distracting him while he needed to keep an eye on the would-be Soviet spy?
"I...thought you were staying at your house to spend time with Romano this week..." Germany tried, knowing all too well that his brother had likely been the one to make him cry.
"Hnnn...b-but R-R-Romano's being so mean to me! An-And he keeps calling you names like potato-head - and it makes me mad so I eh...Please Ludwig, can't I just come stay with you, please?" Ah, there it was. Germany couldn't say no to that pleading...and the cute way he said his name... Germany swallowed hard.
"Alright, but--" Ludwig was cut off.
"Yaaaaay!! Grazie! Grazie! I'll be right over~ can I make pasta for dinner? I really want to make some cheese ravioli and-- I really think you'll like it!! I really do! Can I make it for you tonight?" Germany sighed. If he could get in a word sideways he'd at least like to inform Italy of the situation.
"Ja, but you have to listen to me for a moment. Russia left a country named Lithuania to stay here...I'm not certain for what purpose but--"
"Ah! That's great! Toris seemed like a really nice guy when I talked to him before! So are you friends with Russia now? You remember you said we'd still be friends. That's still true, right? Oh! Is Prussia at your house too?! I'll make sure to bring extra ingredients for the ravioli!!"
Feliciano knew Lithuania? Lidwig kneaded his eyebrow together. Maybe if he could keep him still and awake for half a moment when he returned he'd be able to get some information out of him. Ludwig listened patiently as Italy continued jumping topics and asking him questions without waiting giving him time to answer. Finally there was a pause in the one-sided conversation.
"Ah, Germany, you still there, ve?"
"Ja."
"I'm going now, see you soon! Te amo~" With that the Italian hung up abruptly. Germany sighed and hung up the phone. Where was he? Lithuania...right...what was he going to do with him?
Back in the library Toris could not concentrate on the book he had picked out. What did Russia mean exactly by making him promise to 'use me'? Hopefully not for what he uses me for... Toris shuttered and closed the book, feeling overwhelmingly nauseous. M-maybe if I clean his house...that'd be useing me enough, right? Tors thought hopefully, swallowing hard. He got up and replaced the book, going in search of cleaning supplies instead. He found the supply closet easily. He pulled back his hair, putting on the rubber gloves and an apron before grabbing the broom and trying to find a place to start.
The door bell rang and Germany marched to answer it. Italy was bubbling with excitement and Ludwig grabbed a few of the items he was carrying to prevent him from dropping them as he bounced around going on half in his own language about how good dinner was going to be. Germany had to say the cooking was the best thing Feliciano got from having France as his big brother.
"Ah! And Toris, where is he? I really want to get started on dinner it's going to be so delizioso~" The smaller man squealed with joy.
"Ah, go ahead, I'll go see what Lithuania is up to..." Germany said setting the items he held down on the diningroom table before heading off to search for Toris.
Toris was actually having a hard time trying to find a place to really start cleaning. He straitened up the rooms him and his brothers had stayed in but the rest of the house seemed immaculately spotless. He was looking through the rest of the rooms down the hallway when he found the only messy place in Germany's house he had found so far, and it was an awful mess. Clothing was everywhere as well as garbage of every sort strewn across the floor. Who's room is this? Toris wondered bending down to pick an article of clothing. He froze when he recognized the Prussian blue uniform top. It was Germany's brothers room. Of all the rules he might not have remembered he knew he wasn't supposed to be in there. He took a step backward and turned to leave only to find Germany directly behind him.
"What are you doing in here?" Germany demanded raising his voice slightly.
"Ahh! I-I was just trying to-" Toris called out in surprise before beginning to stammer his explanation when suddenly his left foot seemed too shoot out from under him. He gasped and fell backwards, his legs knocking into Ludwig's and making him loose balance, falling forward on top of him. Germany groaned and tried to lift himself up off the smaller man.
"I'm sorry!! I was only going to try and clean up but I didn't know it was your brothers room I sware I didn't--Please don't hurt me!!" There were tears in Toris' eyes from the pain of the back of his head hitting the floor just before Germany fell onto him abruptly along with the sudden rush of fear he was experienceing. He gasped and covered his face with his hands, trembling. Germany was on his hands and nees over Toris, trying to catch his breath from the fall as well as understand what the man beneath him was babbling about.
Ludwig blushed suddenly realizing their position and hurried to his feet.
"Uh...are you alright?" He asked the trembling mess of a man that lay on the floor in front of him.
What...? Did he really just ask if I was alright...? He thought to himself slightly confused before peeking out behind his hands. Toris smiled weakly, taking in a deep shaky breath, as he came to the realization that he was being utterly ridiculous. Germany was a bit strict...well, maybe even more than a bit, but even so, that didn't mean he was anything like Russia. Living too long with Ivan apparently wasn't doing much good for his mental health or social skills for that matter.
"Y-yeah...I'm alright...s-sorry about that." Germany bent down slightly, holding out his hand to help the other up. Toris took his hand and they stepped out of the disaster area that was Prussia's room into the strikingly pristine hallway.
"Bruder refuses to let me clean his room, he says it's awesomeness shouldn't be tampered with." Ludwig explains and they both smile nervously. "Ah, and Italy is in the kitchen. I believe he wants to see you." Germany said before turning to lead the brunette back toward the smell of cooking pasta.
Italy? Right, Poland's friend. Lithuania thought, remembering how cheerful and friendly the man had been on the occasions he had met him. Well...maybe Germany isn't so bad either... He smiled again as he continued to follow Ludwig to the kitchen.
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AN: Haha, Gil's spirit lives on in this story, in the form of a banana peal. XD It seems like it's taking a long time to really get Tori and Luddy together, but I kinda want them to have a relationship of some sort. It's not like with France where it's IC for him to just sleep with anyone, haha.
