So apparently West had lost his mind. He was being super drill sergeant as he basically yelled at him for doing something less than awesomely. It was really annoying. He was currently brushing his surprisingly knotted hair. It was awesome. It didn't need brushing. Brushing hair was for girls… Of course, West didn't take that well either.

"A lot of men brush their hair. You always had me brush my hair."

"That's because you were like eight hundred years old and it gave me a chance to get at your bosses' vital regions. They were awesome by the way."

WHACK!

Ludwig hit him with that damn whip AGAIN before continuing on to yell at him.

"EAST! HURRY UP!"

"I'M GOING! Geez…" He could hardly wait to get the hell out of West's house. The guy was being completely insane. He finally got the knots out of his hair and West came in and handed him a bottle. "here, you can~"

"I'm drawing a line at brushing. Don't you think Roderich will figure it out if I walk in looking like you?"

"…You may have a point."

"Of course I do! I'm awesome that way."

West took the bottle back and Gilbert started to (because West was being an ass and would probably yell at him if he didn't) pack the dental and hair products up into a small box (again. West's idea). He froze as he felt West messing with his hair.

"What the hell?"

"It'll look better if you do something with it and it doesn't have to be the same way mine is…" Germany finished after a minute and Gilbert looked over at the mirror.

"Lame."

"It's 'awesome'."

"Pfft, don't use my word West. I look like I'm going to go file papers for you or something."

West bit his lip (obviously to hide a smirk, jerk…) and he thought for a minute before walking out of the bathroom… It was about time! Geez, the guy had been over him like a shadow for the whole freaking time he'd been in here. Gilbert was still shocked and bemused that West had opened the shower to yell at him for not showering right. Geez, what was he? Eight? He had been washing himself since before West had been born. He was AWESOME at it.

…of course…

He might have every once in a while forgot to condition his hair… that was probably because Italy was always bringing over that sissy smelling crap.

Pfft, and West uses it.

"What a pussy…"

WHACK!

"SCHEISSE! GOTT VERDAMMT WEST! Can't a guy get five seconds to himself?"

"Nein, not right now. You can do that all you want later."

"Pfft, I doubt Roderich is going to kick me out for hygiene issues. That would be completely~"

"Nein, maybe not for that, but I know the two of you and I know that you'll both get into an argument over something else after debating hygiene for a while; Then you'll try doing something inappropriate and then I'll have to come and get you."

"Paranoid."

"Intuitive."

"Insane."

WHACK!

"SCHEISSE!"

"Bruder, focus. I'm going to start the car so~"

"JA! LET'S GO! I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!" Gilbert started down the hallway when he felt something clothesline him. He fell onto his back and rubbed at his neck where Ludwig had hurt him. "OUCH!"

"Bruder, grab the last of your things from the spare bedroom from when you get drunk and get your toiletries before coming to the car."

"You could have just asked…"

Germany shook his head and headed out of the room, going down the hallway and disappearing at the stairs. Gilbert sulked for his neck's sake as he collected the last of his stuff and grabbed the boring box of crap (which was an AWESOME name for it, danke). He looked at the empty room. The whole room lacked any sign of his awesomeness ever being present… It was kinda sad in a way…

Pfft, nah. It was fine. He was going to litter his stuff about Roddy's place anyway… Wait… HIS place. Ja, it was his house now too.

With that in mind, Gilbert turned and headed down the stairs. He slipped his house key to West's into his pocket (in case of beer emergencies of course). Italy waved from the kitchen, "bye Gilbert!"

"Later Italy! Take care of West for me. I expect to see that you two are sleeping together every night!"

"Ve~ But don't we already?"

"Yeah, but try getting him to blush a bunch and start panting and crap… kiss him."

"Are you sure?" Italy looked a little concerned. "I don't think Germany will like panting…"

"Why do you think he has three dogs? Of course he loves panting! Just continually kiss him tonight… start on his face and then go lower on his person. If he says your name, then you know you're doing it right."

"…Okay!"

"Bye Italy!"

"Bye!"

Gilbert hopped down the steps as Germany waited patiently in the car. "Ready?"

"Geez, what is this? The escort? What? Am I taking Specs to a dance?" Germany frowned and Gilbert motioned at Germany's attire.

"I'm going to a meeting afterwards so I figured I would drive you."

"A meeting? What about Italy?"

"He's going to have Romano go since Romano is getting upset over some issues at the G8 meetings."

"Oh…"

"I've invited Austria to go with me."

"WHAT? And you were going to tell me when?"

Germany shrugged, "I wasn't going to tell you since I didn't deem it important for you to know."

"Geez, and what? I'm suppose to wait at the house while you to flirt with the other nations? Nein way. I'm going then."

"No you're not."

"COME ON! I represent East Germany and now fifty one percent of Austria. I have to go!"

"Fifty one?

"Ja, fifty one. I have the balls in the relationship obviously!"

Germany punched him in aggravation and kept his gaze focused on the road. They headed closer to Vienna and Gilbert rubbed his arm sullenly.

"That was stupid West."

"You asked for it."

"Talk about brotherly love…not."

"Bruder, you can't go around saying that kind of thing and expect to have a good relationship with him. What would you do if Ivan went around telling people that your five meters was five centimeters?"

"I would kill him!"

Germany sighed, "I suppose that's my point…"

"…Fine, so I won't say I have the balls in our relationship…"

"Danke."

"Even though I do."

"Gilbert…nein."

"Hm?"

"Nevermind…"

"Awesome."

They pulled up to Roderich's house and parked. Germany got out and started towards the house as Gilbert grabbed the last of his things and walked up to the door. Germany knocked on the door loudly.

"IT'S OPEN! COME IN!"

Ludwig opened the door and they both entered the house. They looked around the foyer for a minute before hearing Roderich again.

"I'm in the kitchen!"

Germany took the lead as they headed towards the back of the house and found the nation up to his elbows in some kind of dough. Gilbert smirked as he saw Gilbird taking residence in the aristocrat's hair. "Awesome…"

"Germany. I'll be just another few minutes if you don't mind."

Gilbert answered before West could open his mouth. "Of course he doesn't mind! I have to get changed anyway."

"Hm?"

"I'm obviously going too."

Roderich frowned and looked at Germany in question. Ludwig sighed, "he is determined to go and he does have a claim on both our countries."

Gilbert pinched Germany's cheek playfully, "aww, West. It's alright. I'm sure that everything will go fine. I'll make sure to beat your bullies up for ya."

"Gilbert… Take your hand off my face…"

Roderich shook his head and started to break the dough into pieces, dipping them into some kind of flavoring before putting them onto a pan. "Behave, both of you."

Gilbird chirped in agreement before settling back down to sleep again. Gilbert grinned for a second before going into mock outrage, "GILBIRD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE MY SIDE!"

Gilbird didn't even glance over and instead snuggled deeper into Roderich's hair and further messed it up. Roderich raised a brow. "He's been sitting up there for a while. I'm getting a little concerned."

"Nah, he just enjoys being on people's heads. He's got an ego that way."

"Like his master no doubt…"

Gilbert looked over at West and narrowed his eyes a bit as in 'see? I'm being nice and he's getting all prissy on me.' Germany sighed, "Gilbert, maybe you should sit this meeting out and unpack your belongings."

"What? No way!"

"East…" Germany put a hand near his pocket and Gilbert rolled his eyes. As if West would do that in front of Roderich.

"Fine, whatever. I would probably just fall asleep anyway."

Roderich set the timer and smiled faintly in relief as he washed his hands off and unrolled his sleeves. "Gute, I would be rather disappointed if I made it home late to take these out of the oven. Just take the food out if the timer goes off when I'm not home. The beignet would be ruined if no one took them out."

"Awesome! Beignet!"

"They're a new recipe. Anyway, I'll just grab my coat then Germany and we'll be on our way."

"Of course."

Roderich stopped short when he reached Gilbert and lifted the sleeping Gilbird out of his hair. "Here."

"You could have just let him continue sleeping."

"I'm sure he would prefer to stay here with you."

Roderich turned and walked after Germany and Gilbert listened as he heard the car doors slam shut and the motor start. The car drove off and Gilbert pet his awesome chick as he looked around the house. West was so annoying. He would have behaved at the meeting… besides a couple gropes but honestly, could you blame a guy?