"..."
Rodrich stared in horror at the open piano. Elizabeta covered her mouth, hoping or the best while expecting the worse.
"My...piano..."
"R-Rodrich..." the Hungarian walked towards the Austrian, attempting to comfort him. "It isn't so bad. We can find a way to fix it. Don't worry."
"Isn't...so...bad?" Rodrich flung a to the open piano, a look of terror on his face. "Every other string is BROKEN!" He held his head in his hands, shaking his head. "This has/ to be Gilbert's fault."
"Why me? !" Upon overhearing the conversation, Gilbert walked in, looking at the piano in confusion. "Oh...that doesn't look good."
"You would know..." the brunette muttered, glaring at the albino.
"Come ON, Roddie! I don't know what in Fritz's name happened to it!" Gilbert shouted, flailing his hands in frustration. "If you're that pissed, take a DNA sample from everyone at-"
"DNA?" Valdis randomly entered the room with a strange look in his eyes. "Are we doing DNA tests? DNA tests show that Gunner is my little brother."
Valdis had a brother complex.
"What are-" Gilbert started, then smacked his forehead, even more frustrated. "Yeah, we know. We know."
"It doesn't look like it can't be fixed," Elizabeta smiled at Rodrich, patting his back.
"But who did it?"
"...then he went off to figure our who did it." Valdis completed his story to the other Scandinavians, staring out the window. "Oh. Look, there he goes.~" The Norwegian watched in amusement, narrating Rodrich's movements.
"...mm."
"Huh? What's that, Su-san?" Tino asked innocently.
"I th'nk I may kn'w who 't was." Berwald muttered, looking at the cable cutters on his desk.
"Who then?" Mathias poked Berwald, trying to get him to say more. "I bet it was Gil. He's always doin' stupid things."
"Vald's sh'ld be sp'rpris'd 'f any'ne." The Swede muttered again, looking at the Norwegian.
"What do you..." Valdis though for a moment, racking his brain for answers.
Then it hit him.
"He never did like the Austran..." Valdis muttered, saying 'Austran' to annoy the Austrian whenever he saw him. "Sverge? Did he-"
"Took m' wire cutt'rs. Wh't 'lsd w'ld he've done w'th 'em?"
"...GUNNAR!" Valdis ran out of the room, pronouncing his brother's name in the traditional Norwegian way.
Which he only did when he was mad.
"...then he went off to figure out who did it." Gilbert concluded his story the same way Valdis did, watching Gunner's expression.
"He really care about that piano then, huh?" Gunner replied, seeing uninterested. He already knew the details of the dead piano, what with having been the one to do it and all that. He fidgeted with his ribbon for a moment, unintentionally avoiding eye contact.
"Yep." Gilbert scooted a bit closer to the Icelander, trying to read his expressionless eyes. "So what do you think happened?"
"I don't know..." Gunner said innocently, beginning to wonder if the self-proclaimed Prussian had it all figured out.
"Really?" Gilbert asked, having figured things out from Gunner's shyness.
"Mmhmm." Gunner nodded again, wrapping his arms around the other albino in an attempt to distract him. Gunner nuzzled the crook of his neck, letting out a soft sigh.
"Okay, okay." Gilbert smiled, laying Gunner down on the bed and cuddling with him. He kissed the younger boy lightly, smiling at Gunner's own smile. He pet the other's hair, beginning to wonder how he'd ever fathomed that he could ever do that.
"Oi, Ice? Two things."
"Nn?" Gunner nuzzled in closer to Gilbert, hoping he wouldn't bring the subject back up.
"How'd the piano break?"
Just what he wanted to hear.
"Um...I don't know..." Gunner muttered, clinging closer in another attempt to distract Gilbert. "You said the strings were cut."
"Yeah." Gilbert smiled to himself, continuing to stroke Gunner's hair. If he answered like that, I'm sure he didn't do it. He isn't acting too weird... the German thought to himself, starting to fall asleep. "Two. Can I call you Ice-cream?"
"What?" Gunner pulled away, looking at Gilbert in pure confusion.
"Ice-cream."
"May I ask why?"
"It's cute." Gilbert answered simply, grinning ear to ear.
"...no."
"B-BUT WHY?" Gilbert sat up, now looking down at Gunner. "IT'S SO CUTE THOUGH!"
"You would me calling me a food."
"Well..." Gilbert scratched the back. "Antonio calls Lovino 'Lovi-Cake' so I should be able to call you Icecream. And I know Mathias calls your bro 'Norgie-pie' so..."
Lovino and Valdis sneezed.
"But..." Gunner sighed, feeling himself becoming more flustered by the proposed pet name. "F...Fine." He muttered, burying his head into the pillow. Gilbert smiled, wrapping his arms around the Icelandic boy.
"Ice-cream..." Gilbert sighed, nuzzling Gunner, who in turn sighed, suddenly feeling more submissive then before.
And elsewhere, Rodrich was interrogating a poor, innocent man.
AN
WOW. Just...mein gott. How long have I put this off?
Um...I have no explanation for this. None. I'm sorry. Very, very sorry.
I'll go eat a jellyfish.
Well, at least something happened with it. Um...I'll do more with this. Promise. With a cookie on top. Since I've left this so long I won't even ask for reviews.
...never mind. I like reviews. ^_^;