A sigh a relief before groaning and wincing. Ivan still had a headache, and yet his Operation Play-With-Gilbert seemed to be saved, and this time Elizaveta won't spoil his plans.

When the Russian went outside he did not return to Russia, for he figured, "why leave when you'll just return?"

He wandered around Austria a bit before sitting down at a café, trying to act normal as he read through both letters. Eventually, his headache ceased. He almost laughed, just almost.

"It is so unlike Gilbert I think I understand why he would write such stuff. Maybe I can try it on…" He looked around and cleared his throat, not wanting to continue talking to himself.

He stood up, and made his way back to Roderich's house. He didn't even attempt to infiltrate!

"Hey! What are you doing back!" The angry brunette female pointed at Ivan, who just calmly smiled. "You've seen the letters Gilbert and Roderich wrote to each other,da?"

Elizaveta lowered her weapon, "What letters?" The Russian refrained from smirking, the Hungarian was curious.

"Oh, I know,my dear Elizaveta, you would just explode from excitement! You have not read them? Well it's too bad I have them now, you won't be able to read them, which is a shame…"

"What! Roderich's My ex-husband! I have the right to look at his stuff!" And how'd you get those anyway?!" "First of, you said ex, I thought most women would no longer be interested in exes,nyet? And second, there were just there in the trashcan; now how did that go unnoticed?"

"Hey! I-" "I suggest, that if you allow me to tease Gilbert a bit with these letters that I allow you to read these letters." "….Only if you leave Roderich alone. And don't try to break them apart or it'll be more than your face my frying pan will try to hug!"

Ivan grinned wider and walked over to the piano room, only to bump into someone. Instead of falling over, the tall Russian just knocked them over.

"Hey! What are you doing here!" "Get kicked of Roderich's piano room,da?" "None of your business,dammit! What are you doing here?"

The Russian smiled at the Prussian, holding up his letter to the Austrian. Gilbert paled. "Wh-what are you doing with that!" "Very interesting, Gilbert, has Roderich read this?" "No! Instead of me reading his letter he just threw it in the trashcan so I did the same! Give me those dammit!" Gilbert tried to retrieve the letters while Ivan held them out of his reach effortlessly. Gilbert growled, while Gilbird peeped furiously. "You really want Roderich to read your letter? It is not like you,Gilbert." "Exactly! Which is why I don't want him to read it!" "Oh? Well in that case, if you want these back, without me handing these over to Rod-" "You won't dare blackmail me!" "Oh, please don't jump the gun." "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU!"

"Calm down, Roderich's piano room is right there,da?" "I hate you so much right now!" "Do as I say."

Gilbird peeped furiously again, to mimic Gilbert's groan of frustration. "IhateyouIhateyouI-ACK!" Ivan dragged Gilbert off.

"So….what are you doing with Gilbert and can I read those letters yet?"

Gilbert squirmed under Ivan's grip of him. "GO BACK TO HUNGARY." "Ah, Unfortunately, Elizaveta, I am not done yet. But I do believe I need your help." "Mine?" "I was thinking of teasing Gilbert in terms of making him wear embarrassing clothing and fixing us lunch."

Ignoring Gilbert's and Gilbird's sounds of despair, Elizaveta grinned and led Ivan to a room in Roderich's house in which she would stay in if she slept over. Her wardrobe, was half extremely tomboyish or half extremely girly.

"What's the meaning of this!" "Calm down, da? "NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" Elizaveta shot an icy glare at Gilbert, "Shut up or we'll just put you in a dress, and still have Roderich read your embarrassing letter. Which, I still don't understand since you stated that you would just tell him in person…" "I NEED TO EDIT IT!"

Gilbird peeped loudly.

"Nice try."

Gilbert gulped as Elizaveta pulled out a black Lolita dress.

Ok so, I thought it'd be two chapters, but it's stretching onto three!

I was working on this chapter when I read Indi-Scarga's review to Dear Roderich, it made me happy so I just got that writing surgeness. It seems like this series does nothing but bring out the unexpected. C: