APH - Den/Hun - Unexpected Invitation - Chapter 9
Elizaveta grumbled as she began to wake up to the smell of wine. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times to clear away the blurriness of her vision, and noticed a different ceiling than she usually saw. Sitting up suddenly, she had a moment of head rush and sat still for a few seconds to see if it went away, in which it luckily did. The Hungarian then scanned her surroundings, realizing that she had fallen asleep on a couch and that she wasn't in her bed back in her home. Oh, that's right, I'm at... Elizaveta turned her head to see Mathias, who was sleeping quite peacefully, in the corner of the room on another couch. How did I end up sleeping on the couch? Rather, how did we end up sleeping on couches? I should have asked for a bed. She then realized that she enjoyed seeing the Nordic sleep soundly, but why, she did not know.
The Hungarian slid sideways to sit in the sofa properly, also setting aside the blanket that had kept her warm throughout the night. She noticed something different about her hands - they were a bit stiffer. Her eyes peered down at her hands to see bandages, dotted with blood here and there. She started removing the bandages, unveiling graceful hands that had been ruined with many but tiny scars. ...What...happened to me?
Elizaveta stared her hands for a while longer before standing up. Her legs felt even stiffer, as if they were never used in years. Again, she looked around, and this time noticed a pile of glass shards on the counter, with a rather terrible stain on the floor. ...Oh my god. That's right; I was drinking last night, wasn't I? And Mathias was telling me a story, and... She found that she was stuck at that point and shook her head. I can't remember the rest. I have a feeling that I shouldn't, either. The stain looked too dry to mop up, but it certainly reeked with the smell of wine.
Elizaveta ambled over to a nearby window, wondering what time it was. The sun was still awakening, indicating that it was early in the morning. She measured the position of the star to approximate what time it was, and how long she slept for. 8 A.M...I'm not too tired, but I did sleep longer than I usually do. She then snatched another look at Mathias, again admiring his content expression. I wonder when he'll wake up.
Mathias mumbled in his sleep, switching positions several times before finally opening his eyes, though slowly. He blinked a few times. What... He realized he was on the sofa, and got up, though ended up immediately placing a hand to his head. Owww. He shook his head, hoping to shake off the lingering ache. It shouldn't be hard-he had drunk much more than he had that previous night, so he shouldn't even experience much of a hangover. He lifted his arms above his head, yawning and stretching. Mathias blinked some more as he tried to remember what happened.
His eyes went and looked over at the Hungarian. That's right. She was over. He was telling her a scary story, she freaked and broke a bottle...oh god. The memories of the night came flooding back. Due to his usual high alcohol intake, he was cursed with not having much of a problem of remembering events when he was drunk, unless he had over five bottles of beer. He swallowed. Surely Elizaveta didn't remember? Or if she did...
The Viking pushed the thoughts to the back of his head. He smiled at the Hun. She looks pretty even right after she wakes up... He mentally kicked himself. Snap out of it. "Good morning." Mathias laughed. "Looks like we ended up just knocking out here, huh..."
"Ah," Elizaveta said, rather embarrassed to have Mathias catch her staring at him once he woke up. However, he looked rather...preoccupied with something. Setting that aside, Elizaveta gave way a smile that adorned her face as she chirped, "Good morning. And yes, it...looks like we did."
Her eyes wandered back to the couch she slept on, staring at it for a few seconds. "I think it's about eight in the morning. It's actually really clear outside right now, unlike last night." She clearly remembered the rain and thunder that spooked her, but for some reason she could have sworn that there was loud howling at some point during the night. At a quieter level, Elizaveta murmured, "I should head back home soon." And visit Roderich, for that matter; I should tell him that I'm fine now. She hoped that Mathias wouldn't bring up the topic of breakfast, not wanting to burden him any more. Seeing that wine stain on the floor already worried her enough of what she, Mathias, or the both of them did.
Mathias yawned again, though this time burying his mouth into his arm. Uggh. I was never much of a morning person. Mathias would have liked to lie back down and sleep some more, but he had a guest over. He looked outside the window and nodded in agreement. "The weather never can never make up it's mind." He laughed again, softly, trying not to remember the night before.
He slowly got up off the sofa, stretching once more. "Oh," he hesitated. "Yeah, since you have other things to care to..." He trailed off, rubbing his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. "You should probably eat something before heading back, though." The Viking headed to the kitchen without waiting for approval from the Hun. He himself wasn't very hungry, but he might as well show some manners.
Elizaveta mentally pouted. Of course he would notice those things. I guess I shouldn't hope that he'll forget how to be nice. She noticed that Mathias seemed to acting more strangely than usual - did something happen while they got drunk? I really hope not, Elizaveta prayed.
There was no doubt about it that she had forgotten everything that happened last night - no matter how many times she thought about it, her thoughts always rammed into a wall and just couldn't get past it. The Hungarian was curious to be reminded of what happened and was very tempted to ask Mathias, but figured that it would be too awkward. ...I guess it really is better to not get curious about it. I'll end up killing myself if I do.
"Ah, I'll be fine," Elizaveta insisted. "You've already done enough for me; I should decline at least once." She glanced at the wine stain again, concerned, then back at Mathias. The Hun noticed that a few of his shirt's buttons had become loose and found that strange since she recalled clearly that he was properly dressed before. As best as she could, the Hungarian shoved away her perverted thoughts. Elizaveta headed straight for the exit so that Mathias wouldn't start cooking, keeping an eye on him as she did.
Mathias glanced over at Elizaveta. "Nonsense. At least take something for the road." As he spoke he quickly put together a typical breakfast item consisting of a crossaint, sliced cheese, and strawberry jam. He wrapped it up in a napkin and poured some chilled coffee into a portable cup. "I'd feel like a bastard if I let you leave on an empty stomach." Mathias walked towards the Hungarian, forcing the two items into her hands with a smile.
He was trying so hard, so hard, not to think of the night before, though the lingering smell of wine didn't help. I'm going to have to clean that the moment she gets out of here. The Dane hadn't noticed that his shirt was partially open at first, but soon realized it. That's right... He mentally shook away any thought. Please don't remember anything...
But was that what he really wished for? Mathias hoped in the back of his mind-just a little-that maybe Elizaveta would remember. But no, not now.
His only remaining thought was what would happen if Roderich found out-after all, Gilbert had been there the day before. He would probably tell the Austrian that Elizaveta was at the Viking's home. Great. He once again pushed away the thought of possible events and smiled at the Hungarian again.
"It was a pleasure to spend time with you."
Elizaveta sighed audibly, staring at the breakfast the Dane had given her. Mathias, you're going to kill me if you keep up with this. She refused to leave with the food, even though that could be viewed as disrespectful or could hint that she disliked Danish foods (which she knew that Mathias wouldn't consider - that dinner yesterday was delicious). "No, really, I'll be fine. I'm not all that hungry anyways." The woman grabbed Mathias' wrist and turned her hand over, palm side up, and returned the foods, allowing herself to be incredibly stubborn. "And thank you so much. I really enjoyed myself here." Even if I don't remember half of what happened.
Elizaveta started out the door before Mathias could object again, but suddenly her body tingled. She noticed that her heart started aching a bit and was surprised to feel that way, because that meant that she was sad to leave. Why...no, I have to leave. I'm sure Mathias has some issues to resolve with the other Nordics, and I need to relieve Roderich. Her confidence regenerating, the Hungarian finally opened the door and-
"S-Szent marhaság!" Elizaveta shrieked, her body tensing up like a frightened cat. She found Gilbert, once again, standing too close to the doorway - he looked like a zombie. His arms cuddled himself as he shivered and sniffed continuously, his red eyes saggy and tired.
"Fuck, Elizavetaaa~!" Gilbert moaned, followed by a sneeze. Elizaveta was too stoned to move, letting Gilbert's germs spray over her body. "M-Mathias, I'm really sorry, I'm seriously not going to pick a fight or ask for land or any kind of crap like that, but when I left your gigantic castle last night, water was dumped all over my body and I really couldn't go back to West's, so then I came back inside just to sit around and sleep in the hallways, but then-" -The Prussian paused to shiver greatly and catch a breath, groaning a fuuuuck afterwards- "the hallways were damn scary with all that whistling and the thunder - not to mention it was like Antarctica - that I started trying to find you two and on the way here, there were god damn traps EVERYWHERE." Finally completing his run-on sentence, Gilbert lifted a leg, showing off his foot that had several spear heads piercing through his boot. "Seriously, Matt, is this a fucking maze with a shitload of levels to kill intruders?" He then hungrily stared at the croissant, and uttered at a lower voice, "Man, I'm hungry, too. Hey, Elizavetaaa, you'll take care of me, riiiight?"
Mathias frowned at Elizaveta. She'll never change. She walked off before he had the chance to shove the food back in her hands. He noticed her pause-if only for a fraction of a second-and couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest. What... It confused him. The only time he had felt something like this before was...
"Dammit, Eli, just-" The Dane was cut off by the Hungarian's sudden shriek, which almost caused him to jump. Looking past her he was surprised to see Gilbert, especially in his condition. He let out a heavy sigh. That bastard will never learn...
A feeling of panic spread through Mathias's body when the Prussian mentioned looking for the two of them. What if he had seen us? However, he was relieved at Gilbert's next few words, though he twitched when Gilbert whined Elizaveta's name. He looked Gilbert up and down-he certainly was a mess. Seeing as Elizaveta had refused the food he now held in his hands, he shoved it towards the Prussian, hoping it would shut him up.
"Wow, Gilbert." Mathias stared at him for a while longer, before bursting into laughter, tears at his eyes. Seeing the man like that was just too hilarious. "So Mister-Almighty got scared, huh? And I'm glad to see that." He gestured to Gilbert's boot. "At least I know the traps are in working condition." He smirked at the Prussian. "Of course-I don't enjoy intruders in my home, thank you." Mathias closed his eyes and lifted a hand to his forehead, massaging his temples. "Seriously, how the hell does Ludwig manage to survive with you around?"
Gilbert's eyes sparkled in delight. "FUCK YES. I LOVE YOU." Being the typical Prussian with absolutely no manners, he literally stuffed his mouth with the croissant, bit off half of it, and chewed a few times before throwing in the rest. (On the meanwhile, Elizaveta had been regaining her normal self until her cheeks flushed from thinking about Mathias and Gilbert...oh god, how she wished that to happen. Luckily the Prussian was too busy with his long-awaited breakfast.)
While breaking down the second half of the Danish food in his mouth, Gilbert mumbled, "H-Hey, shut uph. I neffer liffed dis culosh to da shee. Mait get shum sorf'o shunami 'n drown." (Translation: H-Hey, shut up, I never lived this close to the sea. Might get some sort of tsunami and drown.) Gilbert smirked, snickering a kesesesese. Finally, he swallowed to clear his mouth. "Out of all things for a Viking to die from."
He moved aside the daydreaming Elizaveta, who happened to start snapping out of it once she was disturbed. "West is a man, he can handle anything." Bending his knee a few times to test it, Gilbert started hopping, then grasped Elizaveta's shoulders while screaming (with incredible exaggeration), "AGHHHHHHHHHHH, DAMMIT. These spears, they huuuurt! Oh, Lizzy, you have to take care of me. I'm too wounded to do so myself and I'm sure women are the best at treating oth-"
Gilbert wailed loudly as Elizaveta ripped out the spear heads in his foot. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the Hungarian, absolutely scared to death again. "FUCK. Why do you have to be so cruel...?"
"Well, problem solved," Elizaveta muttered, crossing her arms.
Mathias watched Gilbert scarf down the food, amused. "I know." he replied to Gilbert's confession, jesting. The Dane crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow at the Prussian. "Oh, is that what it was? Well, we don't get tsunamis here-and Vikings know how to deal with the water very well, thank you, so no death by rain for us." He snickered, shaking his head. "Maybe if you weren't being such an idiot yesterday, you would have saved yourself from all this trouble."
The Dane looked at the Hungarian, who seemed a bit dazed. What's on her mind? Mathias returned his attention to Gilbert. "Thankfully he is...unlike someone." He cringed at the Prussian's scream, which he detected as being an attempt to win Elizaveta's sympathy. "Just proved my point." The Dane muttered, watching on as Gilbert clung to the woman.
He burst into laughter once again when the Hun "helped" Gilbert out. One problem of many. "Dude, seriously, when are you ever going to learn?" Shaking his head again, Mathias glanced back in his house with a sigh. "I guess I'm obligated. Come in and get yourself cleaned up-though it would actually be a pretty good idea to send you home like that." He leaned against the frame of the door, pretending to be in deep thought, deciding what to do with the Prussian. Dammit, I just want him to go away.
A mix of a smile and smirk appeared on Elizaveta's face when she heard Mathias' laughter. Again, she found it to be heartwarming; if only her life was as happy as his. "Apparently, he won't learn," the Hungarian responded for the Prussian, "Ever."
Gilbert, ignoring what the Hun had just said, moved his now free foot in circles and grimaced as he felt the pain run through his body. "Awesome. Time to take over this god damn cast- er, I mean, chill around a nice, comfy home with a wonderful atmosphere," Gilbert said, eying Mathias to see if he would give away a deathly glare. Not willing to wait for a response, he began limping off to the nearest restroom with a shower, but then paused beside a counter.
"Hey, why does is smell like wine?" The albino peered down at the floor to see a tainted floor. "Well, someone's been drinking, kesesese. Oh hey..." He further explored the scene - pillows and blankets on the sofa, a book on the floor, a pile of glass shards...Gilbert was totally getting this scene. A smile crept onto his face; Elizaveta did not like where this was going. "That's right, Liz - you had to stay here overnight, didn't you? Why of all places did you sleep on the sofa?" An offending laugh escaped from Gilbert's throat as he jumped back over to Mathias as he whispered to him (but purposely loud enough for Elizaveta to hear) with an arm against the Nordic's shoulder, "So how was it?"
Oh my god, Elizaveta thought, horrified. Mathias, don't tell him. Don't tell him. He'll tell Roderich everything that I have no memory of.
"I can see that." Mathias replied, chuckling. He followed Gilbert into his home, shooting the Prussian a glare, knowing very well that he would have to keep an eye on him. "Try taking over this castle, and there's more where that came from." The Dane gestured to the spear heads.
Mathias nearly felt his heart come to a halt when the injured man paused. Shit. He hadn't thought that Gilbert would have even bothered looking around, or for that matter make any connection. He narrowed his eyes upon hearing the Prussian's laugh. The Viking stole a quick glance at Elizaveta. She doesn't remember a thing...
"Yes, she did have to stay the night." The Dane answered for the Hungarian. Quick, Mathias, think. "The storm was taking a toll on the house-the central room is the only one that has back up electricity. So we ended up just knocking out on the sofas." The Dane made sure to emphasis the plurality of "sofa". He knew that if Gilbert got any other idea...well, he didn't want to linger on the thought.
He cocked an eyebrow at Gilbert. "How was what? The wine? It was delicious, if you must know."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, amused. "Uh huhhhh," he slowly said, displaying disbelief. He wanted to know more. There was something behind this, and he was determined to find out what it was. Smirking, he leaned in a bit closer (Elizaveta tried her best to refrain taking out her camera here), further asking the Dane questions, as he was not satisfied with the man's answer: "Not the taste of the wine, dumbass. What happened there?" His hand stretched out to gesture to not just the wine stain, but the book and the shattered glass as he eyed the Hun. "Liz's hands have cuts all over them and there's broken glass. Got somethin' going on last night?"
Elizaveta caught Mathias' worried glance, in which she wore the same expression in response. I have no idea what's going on and I don't know what to say. Now I really don't want to know what happened here last night, but Mathias seems to remember - he's just refusing to tell the truth. Silently, Elizaveta thanked the taller nation for keeping his mouth shut about last night's events, hoping that he would continue to stay that way. When Gilbert mentioned about her hands, the woman examined them again, pondering about what she had done. "Mathias," she quietly uttered out of concern.
Fucking hell. Mathias had to do his best not to tense up as the Prussian leaned in closer, knowing it would only confirm Gilbert's suspicions. His voice remained cool and steady as he kept his eyes locked on the Prussian. "If by "going on" you mean a frightened Elizaveta accidentally dropping a wine bottle due to the book suddenly falling off the counter due to a loud boom of thunder, then yes, we did." He threw Gilbert a smirk. As long as he kept this up, the Prussian would have to give up on prying for any more details. Besides, Mathias was telling the truth-sure, Elizaveta had thrown the bottle, but that wasn't important.
"Eli tried cleaning up the broken glass and ended up tripping and getting glass shards in her hands." He nodded towards the Hungarian. "Which explains the cuts. Anything else you need to know?" Mathias narrowed his eyes, hoping Gilbert would let go of the subject.
Gilbert blinked a couple of times, rather surprised. Suddenly, he started laughing. "Elizaveta? Frightened? Are you kidding me? She's a fucking Hun for God's sake, how the hell would a lightning strike scare her? I mean, yeah, fine, whatever, I got scared too...but still, her of all people?" He sent a smirk at Elizaveta, who reciprocated a Hun glare. The albino frowned, knowing that he shouldn't continue on with this. "W-Well, I guess that makes sense. Heh, I would have enjoyed seeing that. Should've recorded her, Matt."
As Mathias was reiterating the things she did remember, she realized that everything he just said couldn't be falsified. However, Elizaveta was more than glad to know that Mathias didn't say more than he needed to (and thanked herself for her manliness that scared away almost everything). She watched Gilbert limp away again, this time really heading for the shower.
"Alright, off to shower I go. Don't miss me too much and try not to peek in to steal a glimpse of my sexy body, okay?" Gilbert twisted his head around to face Elizaveta in particular, a smirk creeping along his lips again. I'm soooooo telling Roderich that Liz stayed over night at this guy's house. Man, I can't wait to see the look on his face! Kesesesese~ As the Prussian made his temporarily leave into the restroom, the Hungarian leaned her back against the door, shutting it lightly as she sighed in relief. Oh my god. I'm going to kill Gilbert with my own hands someday.
"Unfortunately, I didn't have a videocamera available." Mathias replied with a grin. Good, he's shutting up.
The Dane watched Gilbert limp off, snickering at the Prussian's comment. "We'll try our best, bastard. Now get yourself cleaned up." He shook his head upon the closing of the restroom door, sighing. He's going to tell Roderich, no doubt...
Mathias glanced over at the Hungarian, who looked as relieved as he was at the moment. He shot her a grin. "Man, we just have no luck do we? First Roderich, now Gilbert..." He hoped that Elizaveta wouldn't suddenly get insulted or find him recalling the encounter with her ex-husband offensive. The Viking laughed, though there was a tinge of awkwardness to it. "So, uh...are you going to wait for him," Mathias jerked his thumb in the direction of the restroom, "...or what?"
Elizaveta sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. "It seems to be that way. I've found a way to 'talk' to Roderich now, but Gilbert is just being Gilbert." The Hungarian pushed herself off of the wall, thinking; she would leave, but she didn't trust the Prussian to behave, even though Mathias could take care of him well enough. Then she came upon the realization that Mathias could end up killing him if Gilbert did end up doing something stupid again, just as he almost did last night. ...No, I can't risk leaving now.
Elizaveta turned her head to look at Mathias as he laughed - she could tell that he felt out of place, but he had a reason to be. "I guess I'll stay here until he leaves, if that isn't a burden on you." The other Scandinavian countries popped up in her mind - I wonder why they left him here and how long he'll be like this for. "If he's under my watch, he's less likely to do anything...strange."
Wait a minute, Gilbert can do more idiotic things while I'm around just for laughs...dammit. Let's hope that doesn't happen.
Mathias shook his head. "No, no burden at all." That's kind of a lie. He realized that Elizaveta had picked up on some hint that something had happened last night between the two of them, and was quite glad that she wasn't questioning him about it. Things were awkward enough for him as it was. "And Gilbert will always do strange things, that's a given." he mused. And really idiotic ones, he thought, thinking about the day before when he had almost lashed out at the Prussian.
Mathias looked over at all the things that had hinted to Gilbert that something happened, hoping that he himself wasn't forgetting too much from the night before. Sure, some things were a blur, but for the most part he could call upon his memory. But he didn't want to, not now, when the Hungarian was still in his house. He looked back at Elizaveta. "Are you sure you don't want something to eat? Now that you'll be stayin' for a bit longer..." He wandered over to the kitchen, waiting for her response.
And then the telephone rang.
Mathias looked warily at the phone as it rang. Who could that be... He didn't really want to talk to anyone at that moment, but he guessed he best pick it up, in case it was an emergency. "Excuse me, Eli." The Dane let the phone ring once more before picking it up.
"Hej?"
"Hei, Mathias." He twitched upon hearing the voice on the other end of the line. What does he want...
"Oh, Eirik. What's up?" The Dane kept his voice cool. He didn't want to sound excited that the Norwegian had called him (though he was a bit happy), because that would make him seem desperate.
"I was just calling to let you know that Valdi and I might be paying Tino a visit...y'know, since..." Mathias' expression turned grim. He nodded, realized he was on the phone, and verbally responded.
"Oh, yeah..."
"So we'll be out for a couple of more days-ack, what? Yeahyeah, I know, Valdi-so just don't get yourself into some mess, okay?" The Norwegian's voice was as emotionless as ever, but the Dane could tell that he was being serious. He sighed. Too late for that.
"Yeah yeah, Eirik, geez. Thanks for lettin' me know, at least."
"Okay. Talk to you later then." He hung up before Mathias could say bye, but the Dane was used to the behavior of his childhood friend.
Great. I thought they might have stopped over tonight, at least...now who knows how long they'll end up staying at Tino's place. The Viking sighed again and put down the receiver, glaring at it for a while. Berwald just better not show up to demand anything from me. At least I get more time to myself. especially after... After a few moments of silence, the Dane stretched, turning back to Elizaveta with the usual humor on his face.
"So, breakfast, yes or no?"
Elizaveta opened her mouth to again to refuse Mathias' offer, but neither fortunately nor fortunately, the phone rang. She nodded in understanding to the Dane, shutting her mouth and giving him privacy. Even though she tried her best to filter out Mathias' conversation, her ears picked up every word Mathias said and even made out the voice on the other side of the phone (though she couldn't recognize who it was until Norway was mentioned).
When his conversation ended, Elizaveta caught the Nordic staring at the phone. His expression seemed to show off a frustrated and pouty one - it was cute, but worrisome at the same time. I really want to help him. He's done so much for me...I'd like to return the favor somehow. Summoning courage, Elizaveta decided to ask, completely ignoring and avoiding Mathias' question about breakfast, "I don't want to barge into your privacy or anything, but are you okay, Mathias? You really seem down when it comes to the other Nordics..."
Mathias blinked at Elizaveta's response. Am I okay? I wish I knew the answer to that. Still, the Dane couldn't help but feel something-though he couldn't quite place what it was-at the warmth and concern in the Hungarian's voice. He shrugged.
"I'm fine," Mathias hope his voice didn't give anything away. "There are bound to be issues here and there. Right now things are just sorta...rough." He gave the Hun a small smile. "We Nordics have been through thick and thin together. Things will get solved...eventually. But I appreciate the concern."
The Viking got himself some water. My head... It was starting to ache again. He leaned against the counter as he drank, putting it down with more force than he initially wanted. He looked over at Elizaveta. "And remember what I said yesterday? Shit happens. No point in getting worried over it."
Elizaveta's eyes knitted, still concerned. He doesn't seem so certain about that. Though she found this awkward to say, especially to someone she wasn't close to, Elizaveta offered, "If you ever need help from someone else, you can always come to me." Suddenly, the Hungarian became angry at herself. I did NOT just say that. Mathias, a Viking, needing help? He's an independent nation, too; why the hell did I just tell him that? Sometimes Elizaveta thought she had some kind of mental illness.
The Hungarian eyes moved over to the hallway, noticing that the Prussian had finished showering. He wore simple clothes - a white collared shirt and a pair of pants - and cradled his coat and boots in his arms as he hopped out of the restroom, which leaked out hot steam. "Remind me next time to never get wounds wet with hot water," Gilbert muttered, feeling numbed pain in his foot. He then lifted his head up to see Mathias and Elizaveta looking rather...tensed. Shrugging it aside, Gilbert threw himself onto the couch, his legs slung over the arm of it. "Soooo, got some beer?"
Gilbert's request added on to Elizaveta's anger. She sneered with her arms crossed, "You know, I'm not leaving Mathias' house until you do. You're going to do something stupid and someone's going to get killed if you stay here - and, really, drinking beer in the morning?"
Mathias looked at Elizaveta, a mix of emotions swarming in his chest. "Oh, uh...thanks. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." He managed to force out eventually. Funny. A Hun offering a Viking help. That would have people questioning things right there. The Dane couldn't help but feel slightly open-he had obviously just shown a weak side if she was offering him help. As a Viking, he prided himself on being strong. Hell, he could only recall crying once in his life, and he mentally frowned at the memory. He shaked his head and shoved any feelings of sudden animosity to the back of his mind.
"His blood is made of beer, what do you expect?" Mathias laughed. Though the same could be said for himself. "And I thought it was common sense not to use hot water on wounds." The Dane pushed himself off the counter and resisted against putting a hand to his slightly aching head. "Eli, he's always doing something stupid. He'll only get killed if he makes a stupid request like yesterday." Mathias sighed.
Gilbert laughed heartily, but then the laughter faded away. "I was holding up my leg in the shower and I lost balance, okay? Why don't you try that someday?" He frowned as he glared at his foot; Matt even ignored my request. Jeez, what an ass. He's always treating Liz with respect and what do I get? Shit, that's it. Seriously, he's treating her as if he was...Roderich, or some-
And then it hit him - rather than mess around with two incredibly dangerous nations, Gilbert decided to get over to Roderich's house and share all the wonderful stories he had about his ex-wife. He was a pussy who couldn't defend himself, after all. Quickly, Gilbert sat up, slipped on his old socks and then his boots. Elizaveta detected Gilbert's actions, knowing that it usually wasn't like him to do things so suddenly, and watched him intently. The Prussian got to his feet and ambled over to Elizaveta, smirking.
"Alright, out of the way, I have some work to do."
Elizaveta didn't budge. She could read his eyes and knew that he was going to do something mischievous outside Mathias' home. "What the hell. No." Great. He can cause trouble anywhere.
"Believe me, I've tried plenty of times. It's called leaning against the wall." Mathias smirked at the Prussian. But then he noticed the sudden change in Gilbert's expression and his sudden urgency to leave. This can't be good. The Dane had known the Prussian for a long time, and if by now he couldn't tell what that mischievous look in his eye meant, he might as well just give up his status as a nation.
"Work to do? All of a sudden? But I thought you wanted a beer?" Mathias jested. He kept his tone light and humorous, but his thoughts were the opposite. The Dane's mind wandered briefly to the night before, trying to remember his drunken state. Well, when I was drunk, I actually would have promoted that this guy go do what I think he's going to do...but now... The Viking had to admit, he sort of-just a tiny bit-wanted Roderich to find out. It would make things a bit more exciting, as selfish as it was. But then he realized it would end up straining relations and that was something no nation wanted, especially after the Dane had built up the reputation of being a peaceful country. Except when shit goes down.
"Nah, I'll just get some later," Gilbert replied with obvious disinterest. He was too focused on how much fun it would be to bother Roderich and see that incredulous expression on his face. Oh, you two, you've made my day. He found his eyes to be locked onto Elizaveta's stingy ones, but didn't really react - he just waited for her to step aside so that he could leave. Growing impatient, Gilbert decided to use force and grabbed the Hungarian as he said, "It would be a lot easier and nicer if you could just let me leave-"
Elizaveta shouted a "No!" and tightly squeezed his wrists, weakening his grasp, and shoved him away from the door. Gilbert let out a tch, rubbing and twisting his wrists to ease them of their pain. "Man, first my foot, now my wrists. Why do you have to be so cruel, Liz?" He sighed as his eyes wandered off to a nearby window, with a nice view of the morning sun. His eyes then widened in alarm and his arm shot out to point at the window. "Oh my god, is that Ludwig and Feliciano making out on Mathias' porch?"
Elizaveta, completely thrown off, immediately dashed to the window to look outside, in great hope to snatch good photos of the two of them together, not aware of the consequences that her actions came with. It'll make my collection of pictures of the two even bigger! I hardly even have any of them together, and- Her ecstatic expression swiftly mutated into a monstrous one as she realized she was fooled; twirling around, she found Mathias' door wide open and Gilbert gone.
Oh, that set her on fire. "That son of a bastard, wench, cunt, faggot-"
Mathias watched Elizaveta shove Gilbert back. So she's thinking the same thing I am... He snickered as the Hun once again injured the Prussian. It made him wonder how many injuries that Gilbert must have received and was a bit surprised to not see bruises all over his arms.
The Dane blinked in suprise at Gilbert's announcement, but caught himself before looking out the window. Oh, that bastard, he knows her weak spot. And it was good that it was only a distraction...who knew what Mathias would do if he actually found the two nations having some fun on his porch. He had to try his best not to burst into laughter at Elizaveta's reaction. That's right...she's always had a strange fetish with boy on boy love...I almost forgot.
The Viking looked out the door, where the Prussian had managed to escape. He looked back at the Hun. "I didn't think you were that gullible..." He found her chain of curses amusing and pretty cute...and Mathias couldn't help it, he had to laugh.
Elizaveta hissed an I'll kill him, hoping that Gilbert would get caught in another of Mathias' traps on the way out. He'll be stuck there - forever. She knew well enough that she wouldn't be able to find Gilbert through that maze, even if she could chase after him for God knows how long. Hearing laughter, Elizaveta's head snapped up to see Mathias. She frowned and instinctively (but rather harshly) punched his face out of rage, again not thinking about the consequences. The Hungarian wouldn't be able to tolerate anyone for a while. "Shut up," she muttered, before deciding to walk - or rather, stomp - towards the door to leave the home, wearing a pouting face.
"OWWW. What the hell Eli-" Mathias rubbed his face after being punched. Fucking hell, that hurt...if she can get that enraged when she's sober... He shook the thought out of his head. Out of his own instinct, he reached out and grabbed Elizaveta by the wrist, effectively turning her around to face him. He had to admit that her pouting face and tantrum as a whole was pretty adorable-though damaging-and looked her in the eye. "Lighten up."
While madly walking out the door, Elizaveta felt a sudden pull on her wrist and twirled around, shocked that Mathias had grabbed her. His words seemed to sink into her as the blue shade of his intense eyes told her to calm down; she could feel her heart rate decrease dramatically and stared at him for a few seconds before looking down with dulled eyes at her confined wrist. The warmth of his hand was somehow nostalgic. "I'm sorry, Mathias. I'm really causing so much trouble - I should really leave now." Apparently, his words were much more than just calming: it had more of a guilty hit upon her. Elizaveta, you're damaging yourself everywhere, she told herself.
Mathias looked down at the Hungarian, keeping eye-contact until she lowered her gaze. The Dane had to resist any selfish desire he felt at the moment. He let out a sigh. She always blames herself. He loosened his grip on her wrist, but still held it. "No, you're not causing trouble. Believe me, I'd rather have all of this than have to sit and stare at the ceiling all day." And night. "Just lighten up a lil', you always get so tensed up." He laughed. "Though, then again, I wouldn't get the entertaining spectacle of you and Gilbert, would I?"
Elizaveta inhaled slowly, then exhaled at a faster rate to get the sensation of relief. He's right. Gilbert's just being an ass all over again; I'm just not going to think about him and I'll be fine. "If you say so." She flashed a smile, which then became another pout. "Entertaining spectacle, huh? I didn't come here to enterta-"
An epiphany arrived. A terrible epiphany.
Her thoughts and memories finally penetrated through the wall it had longed to break through, reliving the things that had happened last night: the scary story, the book's fall, the wine bottle throw, the bandaging of her hands, the teasing, and...the kissing. A shiver zipped down her back as the emotions she experienced ran through her once more like a haunting nightmare and a wonderful dream at the same time. Her addiction, her lust - everything came back. And she was longing for Mathias again.
Elizaveta had been staring at Mathias - or was showing that "thousand mile stare" - for a good minute as she retrieved her memories. She took a step backwards to slide out of his light grasp, realizing that she shouldn't be here, or else her life would be in jeopardy.
"Stay away," she whispered, almost without emotion.
A/N:
DUNDUNDUN.
Yes, this is how we get the roleplay going - make characters barge in on the two. It would get boring otherwise. And we apologize for more mood swings.
If you guys didn't notice, this is the next day. After crashing on the sofas. Yes.