A/N: Hello everybody. Sorry this took so long to get out. Been a little lazy and sleepy. But anyway, new chapter. We don't have a new unit yet, but I promise he'll appear withing the next two chapters. Well, hope you enjoy this and please leave a review if you can. Its always appreciated.
Alice rolled around in her sheets, trying to move her feet only to find them wrapped up in her sheets. Blond hair stick out in ways that were not natural, she sat up in bed and stretched. Glancing at her cell phone, she realized she had woken up fifteen minutes before her alarm, a rare occurence. Realizing she had extra time, she flopped back down onto her bed a wrapped up in her blanket, trying to savour the last few minutes of relaxation. And that's what she attempted to do until a heavenly aroma wafted into her room and made her stomach growl with hunger.
With a sigh, she unwound herself a second time and hung her legs over the side of the bed. Rubbing her eyes to wake herself, she got up and threw on some clothes, a t-shirt and pajama shorts. Not caring about appearance, she opened her bedroom door, following the scent.
Out on the couch, Prussia was spread out, blanket tossed on the floor and drooling. Obviously he was comfortable. In the kitchen was Oliver, in his pink apron cooking and humming cheerfully. He didn't seem to notice her with his back turned. Inhaling, she could smell the bacon and eggs sizzling away on the pan. She wondered how he was making bacon and eggs when the only real thing she had in her fridge was some cake, which ended up being eaten, but decided not to think to hard on it. Either way, she was being fed.
She blushed when her stomach growled loudly, demanding food. It was loud enough for Oliver to hear it and turn around, skillet in hand. He smiled brightly as he flipped an egg.
"Good morning poppet. I made breakfast if you are interested," he greeted, grabbing some paper plates from the cupboard. "Oh, and do wake up the lump on the couch please. Sleeping the day away is such a waste."
"Got it," she agreed, grabbing her computer bag that was tossed in a corner. Standing over the sleeping Prussian, she smiled evil and dropped the surprisingly heavy bag on his stomach. Not wasting anytime waking up, the albino yelped and tossed it off himself. Glaring up at her with sleepy, irritated eyes, he threw his pillow at the girl.
"Was zum Teuel!" Gilbert growled, rubbing his glaring ruby eyes to wake up.
"Time for breakfast!" Alice smiled with a bit too much cheer for the prussian's taste. Swearing under his breath, Gilbert got up, stretching his arms behind his back. He would have been a more foul mood if it wasn't for the aroma of Oliver's cooking.
"Alright Eyebrows, hand over the food," Gilbert demanded, leaning over the divider that separated part of the kitchen from the rest of the front room. Holding a plate in his hand, the pink unit shook his head. "Why the hell not?!"
"I think we discussed this last night? My name is Oliver."
"The awesome me doesn't care, just give me my breakfast."
"Only if you call me by name," England smiled in a way that showed that he wasn't planning on backing down. There was a moment of silence between the two, with Alice standing there watching them, munching away on her absolutely delicious bacon. Prussia glanced over to her plate, looking at the perfectly cooked eggs and just crispy enough strips of pig goodness. Noticing the hunger in his eyes, Alice took a piece of bacon and teasingly waved it in the air before taking a bite.
"...Give me my fucking breakfast...Oliver," Prussia caved, unable to deny his stomach food any longer. Oliver handed him his food with a triumphant look in his eyes.
"See? Now was that so hard?" he giggled cutely, wiping his hands on his apron. Prussia rolled his eyes and took his plate back to the couch, hanging his legs over the back and grabbing the PlayStation controller. The pink unit sighed and then turned to Alice. His bright smile turned into a slight grimace.
"Alice, please tell me you did not already finish eating," Oliver asked, gazing at the empty plate. He was sure he had given it to her only a minute ago. The blond didn't meet his gaze, tossing the empty plate in the trash can and licking away the bits of yolk still on her fingers.
"Hey, it was good," she complimented, heading back for her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she still continued to talk to him as she changed. Her walls had to be as thin as paper. "I never usually eat actual food for breakfast so it's a nice change."
"Anytime, poppet," she heard him call back. Tossing her t-shirt over her head, she could hear the clambering of pans in the sink. She would've helped with dishes, but she didn't have much time before she had to head off. She couldn't afford to miss another day of class. "Now if only Gilbert here would help with the cleaning, we might have a decently running household."
"Hey! I help. My awesome presence brightens up the room with its sheer awesomeness!" she could hear Prussia yelling back from the couch. She couldn't help laugh to herself at that. Half dressed and in her underwear, she rummaged through her closet, grabbing a nice black dress shirt and khakis. She folded them nice and neat and laid them on her messy bed.
Picking a pair of jeans that were about to fall off its hangar, she finished getting ready, slipping on tennis shoes and running a brush quickly through her hair. Grabbing her red jacket that was hanging on the back of her desk chair and tossing it over her shoulder, she gathered her dress clothes and hair brush and left back for the front room.
"Hey, where are you going Blondie?" Gilbert asked as he saw her shove her nice and folded clothes rather roughly into her computer bag. Putting on her hoodie before tossing her bag over her shoulder, she grabbed her keys front the coffee table.
"I've got classes today and then work afterwards. Do you think you apartment's gonna pay for itself?" Alice explained, shoving her wallet and phone into her pockets. At this, the albino's ear perked and he grew a wide grin.
"Alright, the awesome me is coming with you then!"
"What?" Alice looked at the nation confused. "Why the hell would you want to come with me?"
"College chicks, kesesesese!" he laughed with a lecherous grin that did not leave a good taste in her mouth. She really did want to punch him sometimes. "That and your place is too boring. I want fresh air."
"I never said you couldn't leave the apartment. Just don't follow me on campus," she grumbled, trying to figure out how her apartment could be boring. She had a computer and game system. And that was about it. Okay, it might be a little plain.
"If you don't let me come to your stupid campus, I'll just stay here and save over all your unawesome games. Starting with this one," Prussia threatened as he clicked onto her PlayStation2 memory card icon. He scrolled down the list until he saw the one he was looking for, Final Fantasy XII.
"You wouldn't dare!" Alice froze, shaking. She did not like any of her data being threatened, but her Final Fantasy XII data was far more precious than anything she had. She had spent way too much time, an unhealthy amount of time, playing that game, and she wasn't going to lose everything she had done.
"Want to try me?" Prussia smirked, raising an eyebrow, clicking on the data so that the delete button was in sight. Alice must have turned an even whiter shade than she already had.
"Okay! You can come! Just put down the controller!" Alice begged, not making any sudden movement as if thinking he was some sort of deer ready to be spooked by any loud noise and accidentally delete her save data. Gilbert laughed triumphantly, backing out of to the main menu, sparing her over two hundred hour game, and tossing the controller onto the coffee table.
"Kesesesesesese! I win!" he cheered, jumping up from the couch and stripping, grabbing his clothes from the other day and getting ready. Oliver who was watching from kitchen simply chuckled quietly at the idiocy. Alice hurried to her console while Prussia had his t-shirt over his face, popping out the memory card and tossing it into her bag. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"You have a good day then," Oliver waved as he started searching the small storage closet. He pulled out a vacuum cleaner from its depth, another thing she didn't know she owned. "Good luck with him."
"Thanks. I need it," she said with an appreciative smile, watching as Gilbert, all dressed and ready to go, looking eager to head out. "You going to be alright here alone? You can come with if you want."
"No, I'll be fine dear. Your apartment is dreadful, so cleaning it up will give me something to do," he said cheerfully, vacuum hose in his hands. Why did everyone have issues with her apartment?
"Alright c'mon Prussia. Let's head out," she shrugged, tapping him on the shoulder. Pumping his fist he ran out the door. With a moment of thought, Alice grabbed a bottle of Tylenol that was tossed on the counter. She had a feeling she was going to need it.
A/N: Sorry this chapter wasn't too eventful. Next chapter will be much more fun, I promise. I really love Oliver, he's like Alice's mother. Anyway, more units and fun work related awkwardness coming soon!
Was zum Teuel- What the hell in German. If this is incorrect, please let me know.
Thank you for reading and please leave me a review if you can. Until next time!