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"I cannot believe this, I simply can not believe this!" Roderich said, pacing back and forth in the living room.
Gilbert was lounging on the couch, smirking with one eyebrow quirked as he watched the other ramble on. Elizaveta was sitting on the couch a seat cushion away, but she watched Roderich curiously with her hands in her lap.
" Well last time I checked, you were the one that wanted this place, mister, 'I can't live in an apartment!' I personally would have been fine with an apartment." Gilbert said with a smirk.
" Well, it would be too troublesome living that way." Roderich countered.
"How so? We could have had our own rooms...kitchen would be smaller, but it's not like we spend too much time in there anyway. We both suck at cooking." Gilbert added.
"I...I do not 'suck' at cooking, I am a fine cook." Roderich said folding his arms across his chest before turning away.
"Yeah, right! You can make a sandwich...that's the only thing we have in the damn fridge!" Gilbert said exclaimed.
"Well, we can't afford to buy expensive ingredients, especially not with this bill! Honestly, must you have to spend every night on the computer, doing...I don't even want to imagine what you are doing in on there!" Roderich yelled harshly. (A/N: They're talking about a real computer not an HPA.)
"Hey, let a man enjoy his pleasures. You don't see me complaining when you start up your awful piano playing before the sun even rises." Gilbert responded mockingly.
"I personally like his piano playing, it's very nice." Elizaveta said softly.
"I bet that's the reason you wanted the house! You needed room for your damn piano. God, you are such a girl sometimes..." Gilbert said, and sulked on the couch.
"I am not! How dare you say such things!" Roderich answered, steaming.
" How dare I~, I apologize your highness!" Gilbert then proceeded to kneel on the ground and raise his hands above his head.
Elizaveta giggled and the two turned to look at the who sat on the couch. She stopped and stared back at the two.
"I'm sorry, it's just...you two seem like such opposites, it's funny to see how you two live together." She said with a soft smile.
"Kesesese, well I'm pretty much the only one who could put up with this guy." Gilbert said standing up, giving her a chuckle. He then sat down and draped an arm around Elizaveta with a smirk, while Roderich eyed him a bit too intensely.
"It is a fact you have the highest income..." Roderich stated coldly.
"Yeah that too, and we've known each other since...second grade? It was second grade right? When I pushed you off the monkey bars, you fell on your face and my punishment was to apologize, and then take care of you 'cause you wouldn't stop crying." Gilbert said, stroking his chin.
"That was in first grade! And I did not cry, you are completely over-exaggerating the whole event." Roderich snapped.
Gilbert turned and leaned towards Elizaveta and whispered in her ear. "He cried like a baby."
"What did you tell her!" Roderich yelled.
"Kesesese~!" Gilbert laughed.
Elizaveta smirked and stood up. "You both are really something, I'm glad I get to stay with you both. Now, I should go make you some lunch. Are sandwiches fine?"
"Yes! Bring me a beer too!" Gilbert said, raising a hand.
"Beer at this hour?" Roderich asked quirking an eyebrow looking down at Gilbert.
"Hey, I work my ass off all week, I deserve to drink as much beer as I want on the weekend." Gilbert retorted.
Roderich sat on the couch and crossed his legs elegantly. "Elizaveta, could you please make that two?"
"Hehe, of course." She said before leaving into the kitchen.
"Knew you couldn't resist a weekend beer fest!" Gilbert said, poking the man's cheek.
"Please stop." Roderich steamed, grinding his teeth.
Gilbert looked behind him into the kitchen then leaned in close to Roderich's ear. "Hey, she's pretty cute huh?"
"What, she's a robot!" Roderich whispered back harshly.
"Still pretty cute, and she's nice." Gilbert grinned.
"Again, she is a robot, and that nice demeanor is part of her programming." Roderich snapped, still whispering.
"Just admit it!" Gilbert yelled frustrated.
"No." Roderich countered.
Elizaveta soon entered with a plate of sandwiches and two beers. She set it down on the coffee table with a sweet smile, and the two men couldn't help but get this warm fuzzy feeling when they looked at her calming expression.
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Across the city in a small apartment was a little Italian HPA busily working in the kitchen. He was smiling as he chopped up a few sausages into the pasta dish.
"I'm sure Ludwig would love this!" He chimed happily, and walked out of the kitchen with the plate in his hand.
"What is this?" Ludwig asked, walking out from his room in some more casual clothes.
"Well, since I'm programmed to make pasta dishes, and you really like your wurst, I decided to add them together!" Feliciano stated with a big smile.
"Really? For me? Danke." Ludwig said, sitting down at the small kitchen table.
Feliciano place the plate of pasta in front of him and smiled, as he stood and waited for Ludwig to eat. Ludwig was a bit uncomfortable with about being watched be because he knew that all he had to do was take a couple bites and give the smaller man his feedback. He took a bite of pasta and wurst and chewed slowly; he could hear the 'Ve~' softly to himself.
"It's good." Ludwig stated, after he swallowed.
"Yay! Ve~! That makes me happy, I worked hard!" Feliciano said.
"Oh, I can tell." Ludwig nodded, then looked into the kitchen and stiffened at the sight. It wasn't grotesque but there was an obvious pile of dishes in the sink, as well as some marinara sauce left on the counter too.
"Ludwig, what's wrong?" Feliciano asked concerned.
"I'll just be a second." He said rushing into the kitchen to do the dishes.
"Oh wait, I can do that!" Feliciano said, and tried to stop the other from continuing his cleaning rampage. "Go eat!"
"Nein, I can't enjoy it properly with a mess in the kitchen." Ludwig stated.
"Don't worry! I will do it! I really want you to enjoy the meal I cooked for you. I used a lot of love~" Feliciano said with a smile, singing the last part.
"Ah...W-Well...If it means that much to you." He said hesitantly, walking slowly away from the kitchen.
"It does!" Feliciano said, before giving a Ludwig a quick pat on the back. He then ventured back into the kitchen to clean his mess.
"Ok, thank you." Ludwig said, still eying the kitchen, then as he sat down to continue his meal.
He took a few bites, then looked over to the kitchen, and back to his meal. It was good; the food tasted delicious, though he wasn't overly fond of pasta. This was different though; it tasted different, and he wondered if a robot could make a meal with love in it. He smiled ever so gently when he took another bite and didn't notice the other lean in beside him.
"Ve~ I'm glad you like it!" Feliciano said.
"Ah! Well...yes I do really like it. Umm..." Ludwig scratched the back of his head. He wondered if he could ask the little robot about the possibility of a robot being able to put love in a meal, but he thought it best to just leave it be.
"If you want, I can make this tomorrow night!" Feliciano said and sat down next to Ludwig.
"Well, I have other things I can make but I'll keep that in mind. While I finish, can you download the homework assignment, I would like to start early on it." Ludwig asked.
"Huh? But you have three weeks , you don't need to start it right away!" Feliciano said tilting his head.
"No, it's best I start right away. It's pretty big." He said.
"But Ludwig~ you should just relax on the weekend! You've been working so hard all week, it's time you just relax! Let's go sun tan!" Feliciano said happily waving his arms.
"No, it's best I start now and get it over with as soon as possible, in case I need to re-do it. Also, we're in the middle of the city, so there's no place to do that. Use your head." Ludwig said, and pulled Feliciano's long hair curl.
"Ahhh!" He said, growing quiet after the little moan.
Ludwig let the curl go and stared at the little HPA. "You felt that?"
"A-Ah, no...well yes I can feel things, it didn't hurt...I'm not sure. I think it's just a habit." Feliciano said, trying to think about why he had made that noise; he was confused himself.
"I've never pulled it before, how could it be a habit?" Ludwig asked.
"I'm not sure...Ve~. Just when I felt it pulled I knew I had to make that sound for some reason." Feliciano said with a soft smile.
"Strange." Ludwig whispered, blushing slightly.
Feliciano then went to the living room, laying down where the sun filtered through the window and smiled softly. Ludwig sighed and decided to join the little Italian.
"Just for an hour, then I should get to work." Ludwig said putting his hands behind his head laying back.
"Okay~" Feliciano sighed happily.
"I have a question. Can you feel things like the heat and the cold?" Ludwig asked.
"Hmm, yes and no...we have sensors so we can tell how hot or cold something is. We can't actually feel it by touch." Feliciano said.
"I see...then why do you like to sit out in the sun?" Ludwig asked.
"It's a habit~" Feliciano said closing his eyes.
Ludwig quirked an eyebrow, confused, but didn't press it further. there were just some things you shouldn't question.
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"Kiku! Kiku! Let's watch some anime, aru." Yao said, walking into the house adorned in his business suit.
"..."
"We can watch whatever you want, aru!" Yao said with a smile. He then went to his room and got dressed in his traditional Chinese clothes; it was a calm yellow that made him feel more refreshed.
"So, how about it, aru?" Yao asked, walking up to Kiku.
"I see... well if I can choose, that is fine. Also, have you heard any news about Alfred-san?" Kiku asked as they walked deeper into the mansion, into the theatre-like living room. It was mostly based on a traditional East-Asian style, except for the wide-screen T.V. that gave the room a western flare.
"He's fine, aru! His stress levels went back to normal and his happiness has gone up considerably, aru!" Yao said with a smile, though he didn't tell Kiku about the slight peak of depression levels that was recorded. It was only 7%, but Alfred had never had any sign of depression before.
" Very well..." Kiku said, and placed the DVD in.
"I'm glad to finally be home, aru. Work was so bothersome all anyone ever did was come complain to me, aru!" Yao said stretching slightly.
"Well it is your job...I have a question though." Kiku said, he then sat down on a small mat on his knees, as the opening for P**cemaker Kurogane started up.
"Yes, what is it, aru?" He asked staring at the other on the floor.
"...Why did you just give away Alfred-san and Feliciano-san?" He asked showing a bit more concern.
"That; I wanted them to find a home and start something of their own, aru." Yao replied softly.
"What if they're not happy? What if they get hurt?" Kiku questioned a bit more quickly.
"That's why I'm monitoring them. I honestly want them to be happy; they may have to go through some trials, but they'll learn a great deal about other people and themselves, aru." Yao said softly as the anime started.
"..."
"Can you rub my feet, aru?" Yao asked slyly.
"..."
"I thought so." Yao said with a sigh, before he decided to lay back in his arm chair for the rest of the evening.
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"Lovino, we're going!" A woman called from downstairs.
The boy Lovino said nothing but stayed in his room.
"We left your HPA downstairs! We'll be back in a few months! We'll write! Write us back!" The woman called.
There was silence for a moment and there was no answer from the other. There was some mumbling downstairs then a door opening and closing. The boy Lovino stood up, and then went downstairs. He looked and saw the figure of his HPA sitting on the couch.
"Hey, go make me some food." Lovino grumbled.
The HPA jerked a bit in surprise then stood up quickly to look at Lovino, he smiled a big smile. He had bright green eyes and short brown hair.
"You're Lovino? I'm so glad to meet you. Of course I'll make you some dinner, what would you like?" The HPA then ran to the kitchen and took out some tomatoes before Lovino even said anything.
"Something good." He answered gruffly.
"Ok!" The HPA said with a smile.
"Hey, what's your name, jerk?" Lovino said leaning on the wall. He peered at the figure busily cooking in the kitchen.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry I forgot! My name is Antonio!" He said happily then walked over to Lovino.
"That's a stupid name." Lovino muttered, not bothering to make eye contact.
Antonio looked over Lovino quickly but stopped at the strange hair curl. He reached out and grabbed it. Lovino blushed deeply and started shaking, causing Antonio to tilt his head curiously.
"L-Let go, damn it! You bastard!" Lovino said as his face went bright red.
"You're so cute, your face is so red like a tomato! So cute!" Antonio sang and cuddled the man in his arms.
"H-Hey! Stupid! Let go! I hate you!" Lovino said struggling as his face was pressed roughly against the other's chest.
"So cute!" Antonio said happily.
Lovino pushed him away roughly with a growl. "J-Just go make me dinner, you stupid HPA bastard." Lovino said pointing to the kitchen.
"Oh yes, I'll do that!" Antonio said and walked back into the kitchen.
"Stupid...piece of junk." Lovino muttered and walked into the living room. He sat on the couch and looked out the window; the sun was setting and he grew a bit nostalgic.
He grew up in Italy, but after an unfortunate event, he was moved to the United States. He will be starting school next week at the college. His family had a little house in Italy, and they will be moving in after Christmas, but they still had to get some things tied away back at home. They bought him the HPA to keep him company and to take care of the house since he wasn't going to do it himself.
"Stupid..." He muttered, than then felt as his eyes grew heavy. His eyes closed, and he suddenly could smell his old house and hear a chipper- yet annoying voice speak to him. The voice seemed as if it was right in front of him, but at the same time it was so far away.
"Don't worry big brother, I'll go get it!"
"Idiot, it's dark out already, just let it go!"
"It's not far, don't worry!"
"Fine, just hurry..."
"Don't!" Lovino screeched, sitting up rapidly. He then heard the sound of a plate breaking in the kitchen.
"Lovino! What's wrong?" Antonio asked, leaning over the face was drenched with worry and concern.
"B-bastard, don't get so close! I'm fine, just...surprised." He said, blushing in embarrassment.
"Are you sure? You can tell me Lovino." Antonio said softly.
"No! It's none of your business anyway." Lovino retorted and pushed the other's face away. "Is my dinner done yet?"
"Ummm...no...I'll go finish it." Antonio said softly and turned back to the kitchen. He kept a worried gaze on his work and seemed to be thinking deeply.
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Also an awesome thanks to my beta Fumizuki Hazuki.
Note: Next chapter will be going back to Arthur and Alfred, rated M warning.