Roderich sighed and looked over at France in exasperation, "who said I was sleeping with him?"

"You must have if you are changing your country's name and have changed your last name to Beilschmidt."

"He what?" England gaped.

Alfred laughed, "cool."

Roderich kept his composure and looked over at France calmly, "I may have done those things but my business with Gilbert is just that. My business with Gilbert. I see no need for details of my personal life to be shared in a meeting that is supposed to be more focused on the world issues and problems."

Germany and England nodded and Russia sat up a bit more. "I don't know… I would like to know what you are doing."

"Merci beaucoupe Russe!"

Austria looked over at the smiling nation and felt the hairs stand on the back of his head, "Nein. I have a relationship with him. Let's leave it at that."

"I thought you did not like him Roderich."

"Times change and so do feelings."

"So that means you are sleeping with him?"

Roderich cut France a look, "it means what it means, Francis. Can we continue with more important issues?"

England nodded, "why don't you talk about that issue over near the Pyrenees Francis? I heard you were having some issues last week…"

Germany jotted a note down onto a clean page and passed it over to Roderich. The aristocrat looked at the note briefly before writing something down and passing it back.

I find their question to be inappropriate for public consumption. The fact that I am now married to the deviant is enough.

Ludwig frowned at the word deviant and quickly wrote down an inquiry before passing the page back to Roderich. A minute later the paper came back.

He does misbehave whenever he gets the chance and is always going after my vital regions. I was quite out of my mind the other night. Besides, it was only a matter of time until Gilbert ended up doing something beyond foolish.

Ludwig paused and frowned as he wrote a new message: Roderich, I know you may not like my brother, but he's told me he wants your relationship to work out and he is going to try to be better.

Ludwig passed the page over and Roderich blinked in surprise and looked up at him in question. Germany nodded at him, his face stoic. It wouldn't be for another few minutes before Roderich finally wrote something down and returned the page.

I suppose if he is trying to change, then it would be to everyone's advantage for me to attempt to have our relationship work out. Very well then, I will do my best to keep our rapidly progressed relationship together.

~.~

Gilbert stood in front of the mirror in the foyer and frowned at his reflection. Maybe he should have dressed up… nah. That would have been boring and no doubt Roderich would figure out that something was up sooner.

He heard Gilbird chirp from the window above the door and looked over as he heard a car coming up the drive. He grinned and looked over towards the kitchen. Awesome. This was going to be so awesome.

"Danke for inviting me to the meeting, Germany. It was better that we got the questions about Gilbert and I out of the way before the rumors spread further."

"I'm sure it wouldn't have gotten that bad."

"I don't trust France not to be gossiping."

"Would you believe him?"

"If it were about someone of whom he was friends with?... nein, I suppose not."

"Gute nacht Roderich."

"Gute nacht." Roderich opened the door and Gilbert smirked from where he was standing, one eyebrow arched up in humor.

"What was that? It sounds like you two went on a date or something and West was walking you up to the door… He didn't kiss you did he?"

Roderich sighed as he hung up his coat, "geuten abend Gilbert. Did you get my beignet out of the oven?"

"Yeah, they were done about a half hour ago. Can you answer my question now?"

"Nein, he did not kiss me. That would have been inappropriate given the circumstances."

"Hm? Oh, yeah! He's your brother too now, isn't he?" Gilbert smirked and Roderich took his shoes off and set them near the door.

"Ja. It would appear so. Anyway, what have you been doing while I was gone?"

"Nothing. I was awesomely typing on my blog for a while, awesomely playing cards with Gilbird, awesomely laying on the couch in the piano room, awesomely~"

"Did you unpack your things?"

"Nope."

Roderich frowned, "you loafed around but didn't unpack?"

"I didn't loaf around. I did~"

"Ja, I was listening. You did everything awesomely." He sighed and rubbed at the start of a terrible headache. "I'm going to get ready for bed then…"

"WAIT!"

"What?"

"Aren't you going to check your beignet?"

"Warum? You said you got them out. If so, then there is no need for me to do anything further to them. I'm assuming since you got here at around seven that you already had dinner and I fed Gilbird and myself. I don't see reason for me to enter my own kitchen."

"Maybe there's something that I want you to see…"

Roderich went against his better judgment and headed back towards the kitchen. He was closely followed by the Prussian and opened the kitchen door to find the kitchen about the same as always. He looked around for a second and realized what was different. "You did the dishes and put them away."

"Yep."

"Gute, danke for saving me the time."

"Yeah, I figured if you didn't have to them to do then we could do something awesome." Roderich could almost feel the Prussian's gaze on him as he faced his kitchen.

"I suppose that I will have time to devote to something else."

"I hope you know it still freaking hurts to sit."

Roderich couldn't hold back the faint smile from appearing on his face. "I'm sure it will stop hurting eventually."

A/N: This better have shown up or I will be one irked writer. Review to let me know it showed up for you all.