"Gil~"
"Nein!"
"Gil~! Open up."
"Nein! Go away!"
Gilbert blinked before kicking the door in and scaring the crap out of the kid, "I'm a Prussian kid. When I want in, I'm coming in; like it or not."
Gil tossed a record aside and glared at him. "I'm not apologizing to dad."
"Gute."
The boy paused. "What?"
"Fine. Don't apologize to Specs. Let him stay downstairs and play piano all night long and think about how bad a parent he is. Tomorrow he'll probably try to make it up to you and try to be better even though he's probably too stuffy an aristocrat to realize how to raise a kid. Point is, I really don't care what you do." He sat down and started to relax on the bed as Gil sat there confused.
"…wait… Don't you want me to apologize though?"
"Don't care~"
"What about-"
"Don't care~"
Gil huffed, "then what do you care about."
"Not being beat the shit out of. It's an awesome feeling that I'm planning on keeping."
Gil looked beyond confused, "so why did you come up here if you don't want me to apologize?"
"I came to listen to some awesome music that isn't piano."
"Oh."
Gilbert grinned a bit and yawned, "yeah, figure I'll just unwind here for a while. Might even sleep in here if that's awesome with you."
"Sure!" Gil seemed excited, "Dad has some extra blankets in the hallway and stuff that I can bring in here if you want!"
"Sounds gute." Gilbert stretched a bit and pat his little yellow bird as Gilbird hopped over next to him.
"Hold on!" Gil bounded out of the room and Gilbert looked again at the record that the kid had sat down. Chopin. Of course Specs would give the kid something like that. Funnier yet was that Gil would choose to want to listen to it while he was upset; the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
"Heinrich…" Roderich's voice drifted in from the hallway as the record playing in Gil's room ended.
"What?"
"I… I suppose if you want we can abolish the rules for a time. It's not as if you truly misbehave."
"…Really?"
"I expect not to have to deal with a great amount of troublemaking, but yes. I believe we are both able to survive without a written code of law in the house."
"Sweet!" Footsteps pounded lightly on the hardwood floors in the hallway and Gilbert grinned as he heard the Austrian hit the wall, unable to deal with the tackle/hug that Gil gave him.
"Um… Heinrich have you seen Gilbert? He said something about coming up to speak with you, but I didn't see him-"
"Yeah! He's sleeping with me tonight!"
"What?"
"It's gonna be awesome!"
Pfft, no doubt there was a very deep amount of blushing on the Austrian's face at this precise moment in time. Roderich did have a way of seeing the innuendo of something. Even if he didn't always show it.
"…He's…sleeping…with you?"
"Yeah! He came in and flopped down on the bed and said he would! Isn't it awesome?"
Kesesese~ The kid had spunk, that was for sure. Gilbert could remember Italy trying something like this when he was little too.
"Aw~ Feli! What are ya doing?"
Feliciano shook his maid outfit out as he looked over at him and stopped crying, "Austria won't let me sleep with him and Holy Roman is away."
He grinned, "I would sleep with-"
"Gilbert! You will not endorse Italy's improper behavior." Austria stood in the doorway, blushing furiously and glaring at them both. "Italy, go to your room and if I hear word of this indecent behavior again, I will increase your duties around the house."
"Si." Italy hurried towards his room and Gilbert laughed.
"Nice, Specs, but the Italian wasn't talking about sex."
"What? Of course he was. He at least had the decency to not call it that, but-"
"Kesesese~ Thinking about me too much there Specs? Do you have me on the mind so much, you're actually taking literal sleeping for sex?"
"…Gilbert, I don't know what is worse, your language or your ego." The Austrian turned away and Gilbert grinned. Such a prissy aristocrat.
A/N: …Feliciano NEIN!
That is all I'm going to say. I think I might be having too much fun writing this.
R yell, scream, bask in my awesome and whatnot. *is shot for being too Prussian*