"AUSTRIA! I WANT APFELSTRUDEL!"

"Hello, Prussia."

"APFELSTRUDEL! NOW!"

"It's on the coffee table next to the couch in the study."

Prussia immediately flopped down on the couch and grabbed a piece of tart, shoving it in his mouth.

And THEN…

…he flopped sideways, unconscious.

"Wow, Vevi. That really worked fast."

Gilbird cheeped, flying circles over Prussia's head.

Roderich held out his arm for Gilbird to perch on, promising it slices that weren't laced.

"Yup." Hungary smiled brightly.

"I want no part of this."

"Fine, fine." Elizaveta pushed her husband back to the kitchen, "Just stay here okay?"

"Okay…" Austria regarded Hungary suspiciously. She merely smiled back.

Hungary turned to France and Japan, who stood nearby, armed with bags of stuff Austria did not want to know about.

"Alright! Time to get started! We have a few hours…"

Elizaveta grabbed her friends, dragged them in, and closed the study door.


"…"

"So?"

"I have no idea how to react to this."

"Isn't he CUTE?"

"…"

"Roddy! Isn't he absolutely ADORABLE?"

"I guess."

Roderich stared at Gilbert.

"He is! He is!" Elizaveta pulled at Roderich's arm.

"…"

Gilbert was dressed… barely. He was wearing very, very short and very, very tight white pants with a bunny tail on the back. They had also given him long, fuzzy bunny ears that nicely matched his hair, Roderich would admit. But it was still weird. He had on no shirt. And he had been handcuffed, his hands in front of him. His hands and feet were covered in fake bunny paws.

Needless to say, Roderich was very, VERY worried about this recent plan of Elizaveta's.

"Why are you doing this again?"

"To pay back Ivan."

"Right."

"And because he looks ADORABLE!"

"…"

"I should film Russia's reaction…"

"NO."

"What?"

"NO VIDEOTAPES."

"Why not?" Elizaveta pouted.

"NO."

"Please?" Elizaveta pouted more, using his newfound weakness.

"NO." Roderich resisted. He did NOT want to accidentally stumble on any of this, like he had with her "collection" of Arthur and Francis, disguised as a set of movies he had wanted to watch. Not that Francis was unwilling. He talked to the camera a few times. But still. It was AWKWARD. AND WEIRD. And Roderich did NOT want to experience it again.

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Fine. Camera, then."

"…nothing in the house. You may only keep it on you."

"Fine." Elizaveta pouted.

"Err… shall we go?"

"Okay!"

Roderich glance at Gilbert.

"…he stays in the back, covered by a blanket."

"…can we-"

"No."

"Fine."


Sorry for the late update :P

My mind decided it was ADD and now I have four other unfinished stories on my iPod... I promise to get them up when I finish (if I decide to)! ^_^

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