The hallway was narrow and cold as Gilbert took a few steps right outside his door. His neighbor's door was much like his own, only with a different number in a duller color of gold. Knocking on it, he waited a few seconds before the door swung open and a man about his height looked at him curiously. "Hello?" He asked in a quiet voice, coming out into the hallway, "Oh, did you just move in?"

Gilbert nodded, grinning, and extended a hand; shaking the other's firmly and quickly. "Ja! I'm Gilbert. And you?"

"Matthew." He stated, nodding, "Nice to meet you. So you live right next door?"

"Mhm. This place is pretty awesome."

"Yeah, it's nice enough I suppose-"

"It's not as awesome as me though~!" Gilbert interrupted, laughing at his own statement, which caused Matthew to blink in confusion. This guy is... Different. He thought to himself, coming back to reality and looking into Gilbert's almost red eyes.

"Right... Um, well it was nice to meet you."

"Maybe we can hang out sometime! I throw awesome parties."

"Ah, I'm not really a party type of guy."

"What? Come on, everyone loves parties!"

"N-Not really... Anyway," Matthew wanted this conversation to end. It was a bit awkward and wasn't going anywhere, "I have to go. See you soon I guess."

"Have a good night!"

And suddenly the door was shut in his face. However, despite the brief greeting, he felt as if he had a new friend already! Matthew, on the other hand, was a bit dazed by the sudden friendliness. No one had really shown him that much interest in such a short amount of time. The blonde sighed and went back into his home, forgetting about the encounter rather quickly.

Gilbert found himself wandering around in his new apartment, even as it turned into the late evening. He would occasionally text his brother, but eventually Ludwig stopped responding to his frequent messages. So now he was laying on his couch, groaning with boredom.

"There's nothing to do!" He complained, although he was completely wrong, "I'm borrreeedd!"

After a few moments of pouting, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He sat upright and dug through one of his bags, finding his laptop stowed away in safe condition. Gently, he lifted the screen and it lit up. He was just about to look up some "awesome" decorations for his home when, "Dammit, I don't have any wifi!"

Grumbling to himself, he started to search for nearby servers, entering random passwords in for each one. As expected, he couldn't get into any of them. Just as he was about to give up, another server popped up on his computer. The name was "pancakes"... Curiously, he clicked on it, and a password box came into view with the small line blinking in place.

"Pancakes.. Pancakes..." He started repeating to himself, thinking of things related to the food. "Syrup?" He typed it in.

Nothing.

"Hmm.. Maple syrup?" Carefully he typed that in as well. It started loading, and Gilbert expected another error message when his email appeared on his screen. He was in. He had successfully hacked the wifi.

"Fucking sweet! I'm awesome!" He cheered to himself, leaning back and quietly praising himself for his work. Little did he know that his next-door neighbor would soon figure it out.