"All right, all right," Rodrich sighed, shaking his head. "So what do I do?"
"All you gotta do is start talking to Gilbert!" Antonio explained, smiling and dragging him towards Gilbert. "First, make sure you have a credible reason to talk to him. Before you do, check and see if Gunner is nearby. Look back every few minutes and note what Gunner looks like." Antonio pushed the Austrian forward, with Francis close behind. "Then come get us!"
"But what do I-"
"Good luck!"
"Wait!" Rodrich watched the two dart off and jump into a bush. Right next to Elizabeta.
"Er...hey, Gil..."
"Huh?" the German turned to face his ex. Had Gunner not turned up, he would have not known how to react. He had the Icelander, so he was fine, right?
"Although I really don't think I need to speak to you," Rodrich said in disinterest, trying to keep his cool, "I do need to know how many pages are supposed to be in our research project for English."
"Eh...let's see...that one I'm not done yet...did I start it?..."
"Gilbert." Gilbert only rolled his eyes. Rodrich (while Gilbert wasn't looking) glanced over his shoulder, noting Gunner's presence. The Icelander watched the two converse. His eyes, that usually glowed dully, seemed...darker? Harsher than usual, more fiery.
Then shock.
"Yeah, like, twenty pages. Geeze, I only got eight...ah, whatever! I'll be cool, right?" Gilbert asked, putting his arm on Rodrich's shoulder. Looking back again, the other albino's expression went from dark to hurt.
"Right, whatever." Rodrich pushed the other's arm off, feeling bad for Gilbert's love, who had left with that hurt look about him. The Austrian left, walking towards the shrubbery. Coming from it was...music?
"Oh, Veleri, my pretty one, pray tell me where's your home~?"
"My home, it is in Switzerland, 'tis made of wood and stone~!
It's filled with oh so many beautiful lakes and ponds~!
Yo~!
Ho~!
Ho, tra la la~! Yo ho ho~! Tra la l-"
"WHAT IN BEEHTOVEN'S NAME IS THAT? !"
"Huh?" Elizabeta looked up from the video, which Antonio and Francis were watching intently. "It's a video."
"Of what, may I ask?"
"Oh, nothing," she said, looking back at the video. "Just..."
"Is that...Vash?"
"Awesome, isn't it?"
Gunner sighed into his pillow, continuing to text anyone who would respond. What in the world was Gilbert, his boyfriend, doing with that pansy Austrian? The term 'ex' means previous! No more! Late!
Well, not late as in dead, but...
Well, not yet, but...
Gunner grabbed his cell-phone off the table, looking through hid contacts for someone to help.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Su-San!" Tino yelled out towards the Swede, "Phone for you!"
"Mph." Berwald walked over to his wife, taking his cell-phone back. "H'llo?"
"Sve? Do you have a minute?"
"Wha'samatter?"
"Do you have a stun-gun?"
"N-no...G'nner, wh't w'ld ya need w'th th't?"
"How about sleeping pills? Or posion? Are you sure you have no tazers?"
"Wh'tre ya go'ng on 'bout?" the Swede asked, trying to listen closer to see if he was hearing wrong.
"What can cut thick wires? You work at IKEA, don't you have hedge clippers?"
"H'dge cl'ppers ar'nt gonna w'rk. Too th'ck." Berwald answered, forgetting the strangeness of the other's questions. "'f ya w'nt to cut s'me w'res, ya need w're c'tters. I h've s'me, 'f ya w'nt to c'me 'nd get th'm."
"Great!" Gunner exclaimed with an odd amount of excitment. "Thank you."
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Hm." Berwald hung up, without feeling a bit of suspision.
SO YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM? ! ? !
"I would, if I had some way to do so without being detected."
SO YOU USE WIRE CUTTERS?
"Yes. How else will I break the pansy Austrian's piano?"
Well, this will be interesting.
A/N
Well. This was…odd…
I decided that Iceland would be a silent little brat when he wanted to be. Therefore, he will now attempt to kill a grand piano.
DISCLAIMER! I DON'T OWN IKEA!
Or Hetalia, but I figured you knew that by now.