Chapter B
Bras and Bets

"Elizzzaaaaaa" the moan of the pretty Hungarian woman's boyfriend escaped the wardrobe where he was being held captive. "Can I come out now?" Elizabeta had locked him in there that morning after he had approached her about some bet he'd made with Francis and Antonio.

"Eliza, can I ask you-you a favour?" he'd stuttered as he'd asked. She was just returning to the bedroom following her morning shower; she had a dark blue towel wrapped around her chest and it was long enough to cover her to her mid-thigh. Her hair was also wrapped in a towel, but that one was a slightly lighter shade of blue. Gilbert had bought new sheets and towels around a month and a half ago, and he'd made sure they were all a Prussian blue colour.
"What is it Gil?" She asked as she made her way to him. He was leaning into her wardrobe, his upper half hidden by the clothes. He pulled out and ruffled his hair as he heard her voice.
"Do you think this fits me?" he turned to her and grinned.
Gilbert had fastened one of her bras around his chest.
It was a dark red and lacy one, and the underwire of the garment seemed to be constricting his breathing slightly.
"What are you doing?" she frowned, "That's new, you know!"
"I know that, seeing as I haven't seen it before." His smile grew larger, even cockier (if that was even possible for Gilbert).
"You didn't answer my question! What are you doing?"
"Wearing your bra."
"Why?"
"Well…" he began. "Tony, Francis and I decided to make a bet. Whoever could wear their partners clothing in public for the longest gets free drinks! Really unfair for me because I have to wear one of your bras, but Tony and Francis get to wear Lovino's suit jacket as a skirt and Arthur's World's Greatest Chef apron." He wrinkled his nose.
"Y-you're going to be wearing m-my bra in public to win a bet?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
Elizabeta frowned.
"Remind me to ask Ludwig if you were ever dropped on your head – this is crazy!"
"I see it as a savvy business point, I'm saving beer money!" Gilbert pointed out, before turning back to the underwear part of the light wood wardrobe. "Do you think you have a sexier one? What about the one you can unhook from the front-"Eliza frowned and then shut the door to the wardrobe, and started to lean against it. "Hey-hey ELIZA!" he yelled. She hooked her leg out and pulled a chair towards her, and wedged it under the knob.
"You're not wearing my bra in public!"
"You're keeping me in here? I haven't eaten yet today!" Gilbert whined.
"I don't care!" she frowned. They were hosting a dinner party that night for most of their friends, so why was Gil going out tonight. "If you forgot about tonigh-"
"I haven't forgotten about tonight, I mean for today!" The German's muffled voice rung through the door. "Besides, how are you meant to cook in a towel?"
She looked herself up and down, before swearing. She took out some underwear from the clean clothes pile she meant to distribute the day before but the rest of the clothes were Gilbert's. She took out a large dark grey t-shirt and a pair of his jeans from the pile and slid into them.
"I'm not cooking wearing just a towel." She smirked.
"You better not be wearing my clothe-"
"Well you were wearing my bra!"
"I'm wearing more now."
"What…?"
Eliza threw open the door to the wardrobe and Gilbert leapt out immediately, still in the bra.
"YOU LIAR!" she yelled, and he ran around laughing and grabbed his phone, before leaping out of the window into his car below. She frowned, before running to the window and looking out. "You're crazy!"
"I'll be back to help for dinner!" he called. He'd landed on the roof of his car and was sliding through the sunroof. Eliza scowled.
"You'd better." She replied. He drove of and Eliza sighed.

Eliza frowned as she cleared the plates from the first course.
"Elizabeta, do you want any help?" Lily smiled.
"No, Gilbert should be home soon." Eliza sighed.
"Where is my brother anyway?" Ludwig frowned.
"He's um, working and he, Francis and Tony are going to be la-" she began to explain to the dinner guests as the bell rung. "That must be them."
"I wonder why they're late." Lily smiled to the two men either side of her. Vasch and Roderich nodded, before glaring at each other again. On the other side of the table, Ludwig and Feliciano sat beside each other; Feli was trying to convince Ludwig into letting them get a cat. Romano sat on the other side of his brother, complaining about the tomato bastard not showing up. England sat closer to Vasch on the other side, clearly Francis' plus one.
"WHAT THE FRICK HAPPENED?!" Eliza was screaming at the door. All the dinners turned to look in the direction of the hallway, before everyone heard the door click shut. Francis and Antonio slowly made their way through the door of the dining room, with white sheets wrapped around them. They took their places at the table, and everyone looked at them.
"Uh, have this back, Romano." Tony passed his boyfriend the jacket, and the Italian frowned.
"You bastard! What did you d-"
"MY BEST APRON!" Arthur suddenly yelled, beside Francis. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEST APRON!"
"Arthur, I think if you wash it you'll be fine."
"Hey!" Tony paused, looking around for his friend who hadn't sat at the table yet. "I thought Gilbert was behind us-"
"YOU GOT ARRESTED?" the scream from the adjacent room rung through. It was so loud, Feliciano's glass cracked.
"It wasn't that ba-"
"YOU GOT ARRESTED?!" Eliza screamed again.
"Oi, you know you like me in this bra-"there was a deafening thump, which meant that the Hungarian had slammed him with the frying pan again. All the men winced, and Lily looked at her brother and frowned. They heard shuffling of feet and Eliza smiled to the guests as she made her way through the room and into the kitchen. Gilbert sat in his place, rubbing his head and dressed in a similar white sheet to his friends, except he had wrapped his to be sitting underneath his armpits.
"What did you do?" Ludwig asked.
"Oh you know." He moved the sheet down from his chest revealing he still had the red lace bra on. "Just winning a bet."

A/N: Any thoughts?