Wabam. A little Austria in this chapter for all of those who love the piano maniac (i know i do~!). A litte bit more Prussia as well. Enjoy.

Ciao~.

-Emmy

"Nein [1]! That's the wrong note there!" The brown haired male yelled as he pointed to the sheet music. "It's a b flat, not a g flat."

You groaned, and started the song over; making sure you got the right notes that time. His violet eyes watched your fingers press against the keys, causing music to flow from the instrument. This time, he noted you had listened, and played the right notes. "That's good." He told you. "Right here though-"He pointed to a certain part on the music, "You should crescendo."

"Oh." You mumbled. "Thanks."

He smiled, "It was no problem. You're one of my best students after all."

You smiled slightly. He was your hardest piano teacher, but it was worth it all. You loved the instrument, you loved the music… and he was kinda cute. The grueling practice you went through was worth it if you got to see his face twice a week.

Roderich looked at you while picking up the music sheets. The boy, who was part of a very classical, proper family, only thought that you were beautiful. If he got hold of you, he'd clean you up, and make you a true lady. But deep down, he liked the fact that he knew a girl who knew men as well as he did.

"Is there a certain part you want me to practice before the recital?" You asked.

He jumped, his train of thought crashing, "Uhm," He stumped over his words for a moment. "Just make sure you get the crescendo, then the decrescendo 15 measures later."

"Alrighty then. Thank you for today's lesson Roderich, I'll see you in a few days."

He stopped you by saying, "Ah yes, about that. My family has let me join school, and I'll be starting tomorrow."

You smiled, "I might see you then. Bye." You waved and walked out of the room, then out the front door. You heard a vibration from your phone, which was in your bag. You slipped your hand inside, grabbed the slim device and opened it.

"Hello?" You asked.

"A-ah. Emma, hallo."

You recognized it as Ludwig's voice. "Oh Ludwig hey. Somethin' wrong? You never call me."

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over today." He asked.

You thought for a moment, after piano lessons, you had nothing to do so you said, "Yeah, I'd love too. I'm out anyway, so I'll be there in hmmm…. Ten minutes tops."

"Where were you?"

"I had a piano lesson with Roderich today."

"Oh I see." Could you hear a tad bit of jealous in his voice? "Then I'll see you in a few minutes, ja [2]?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. B-bye." He stuttered.

"Byebye." You hung up your phone and started walking in the direction of his house.

He sat the phone back onto its cradle and let a shaky breath lose. It always seemed easy to call a girl that a guy liked, but in truth, it was super hard! He had to keep his composure, because if he didn't he was sure his voice would have cracked, or he would have continuously stuttered like a moron.

"Who were you on the phone with bruder [3]?" Gilbert asked, while walking down the stairs.

Ludwig looked at him, "Someone you don't need to concern yourself with."

Gilbert smirked, "I know who it is. You always get protective around her." He laughed, "It's somewhat funny, it's like you think I'm going to hurt her." He clasped a hand around his chest, where his heart would be, "How could you think of my like that Luddy?" He teased, and used a silly nickname Ludwig was called when he was younger.

He wanted to punch his brother in the face. So. Badly. How dare he talk about you! He claimed you as his… Though, you and brother didn't know. He took a deep breath, and relaxed. "You better leave her be when she gets here." Ludwig warned.

"Or what? Will you beat me up?"

The blonde looked at his brother threateningly, "I'll hurt you so that you can't move."

"So scary." Gilbert said in a high pitched girly voice.

A knock at the door made Ludwig's body jerk towards the door, before his body moved towards it. He swung the wooden door open and you stood there, bag slung over you shoulder and you usual boy-like attire on. He smiled and gestured you inside.

Smiling back, you said, "Thanks for inviting me over."

"It was no problem." He said and watched you remove your shoes.

He quickly noted that you had possibly the smallest feet he had ever seen, before you started up the stairs. He was following behind, making sure his brother didn't come out of nowhere and attack you. "Roderich is so nice." You started as you walked into the male's bedroom, "He barely gave me anything to practice." You plopped down on his bed.

"That's good." He took a seat next to you.

You looked at him, "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

Having been staring into space for a moment, he looked at you, "Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

You shrugged, "You seem out of it."

He looked at the wall again. In truth, he was jealous you were with another man… "Nein. I'm just tired, that's all."

"Did Gilbert have another one of his girls over last night?" You said, and laughed.

The ends of Ludwig's lips tilted up slightly, "Actually he did. I could hear everything."

"Okay, ew I so didn't need that bit of info."

This time he laughed, "It was ew."

"That's as bad as hearing my brothers do it with some chick." You laughed the teased, "Like they could ever get a chick." He laughed some more, while you were still laughing.

From the other side of Ludwig's door, Gilbert had his ear pressed against the wood and listened to you and his brother laugh. He wanted to make you laugh like his brother did… He wanted so much with you, but he hasn't gotten any of it! He thought of the night when you called him a selfish jerk… He had thought about it, and it turns out that you were right. He only wanted girls for the sex, not for anything else. Hell, he even once tried to get you into bed with him!

Gilbert coughed, though you could tell it was faked. He looked at you, his dark red eyes boring into yours. "I don't feel good." He said. "Can you come tuck me in?"

You sighed, "Gilbert, I'm trying to work on homework. Ludwig said if I didn't finish these problems by the time he got back, he was going to give me even more!"

He fake pleaded. "Please please pleaseeeeee~."

You swore the pencil in your hand was going to split in half from how tightly you clutched it. "Fine. If I go 'tuck' you in, will you leave me alone to do my work?"

"Ja."

"Let's get going then." You stood, and followed Gilbert to his bed room.

He sat on the bed and looked at you."What are you waiting for? Come tuck me in." He smirked slightly.

You grazed your way to the bedside, clutched the blanket and pulled it over his hips, and half of his torso. Right as your hand was leaving the blanket, Gilbert snatched it. "Got cha." Within seconds, you were on top of him in bed.

You looked down at him. "What are you doing?" you blushed.

"don't I get a passionate goodnight kiss or possibly a goodnight sexual inercorse?" He pressed on.

"no."

"What? Why not?"

You stood up and straighten your clothes. "Number one, your 'sick' remember. Number two…" you snickered. "Those cheesy lines don't work on me. And number three, I value my virginity. Now goodnight Gilbert." You left the room.

He groaned and smashed his face into his pillow. He knew it was a bad idea.

But, you made him feel different… After he thought about things, he realized he didn't want you for the sex. Barley was it the sex, but it was your personality. It fascinated him. He found so many things about you amazing, he thought you had the voice of an angel… he thought you could freeze hell over if someone pissed you off THAT much.

Then it dawned him, like the sun rising across the plains and mountains. Thee Gilbert Beilshmidt was in love for the first time.

1-No!

2-Yes?

3-Brother.