[THIS STORY IS FOR Alina Wolve.]
"Ah, the sunrise is so beautiful..."
"What's this beautiful stuff about!"
The refined Austrian sighed. "Can't you leave me alone in the morning?" Next to him was a china tea set, and he poured more milk into his sweet tea, taking a sip and admiring the morning view from his house in the mountains while Chopin softly played through headphones.
"Oi, gimme one of those headphones,"
"Why should I?" The second he took one out to reply, Gilbert snatched it up and sat Indian-style on his lap. Roderich made a face of disgust and took another sip of tea. He quietly started humming along with the tune, and their disgusted faces took a trade.
"This has no guitar in it, and therefore it's not awesome!" he slammed his earphone into his lap, which made for quite the lap-sitting paradox.
"If you don't like it then please leave, moron."
"No no no! I brought something!"
"What is it?" he stood up, accidentally pulling out his headphones and filling the house with light-hearted piano music.
"...
"It's embarassing now that we're here and you don't look all annoyed."
"Fine then, I'm going back to my - "
"No no no! Wait!"
After an extremely long pause where the white-haired man's face turned increasingly red, he continued speaking. "Look..." he held out a beautiful bouquet of roses, "I should've thought this through."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm... confessing my love... to you." he didn't sound happy about the situation at all.
"What, are you bored?"
"Listen to me! When somebody confesses their love we're supposed to get all smoochy-woochy, right?"
"I think you have a pretty skewed idea of what love is." he shamelessly strided over to the red-eyed nation and landed a peck on his cheek, much to the chagrin of his partner. "First of all, I could reject you. Even worse, I could throw you out."
He gulped.
"But in a best case scenario like this one... I'll kindly refrain."
"You're just mean, Roderich! Why can't you take me seriously for once!"
"You are a very hard character to take seriously, Gilbert." he slipped his headphones back into his ears and sat down. "Please, leave me alone."
"Ahh... you... IDIOT! LISTEN TO ME!" he ripped out the headphones. "I want to go out with you or whatever you do!"
"...if I go out with you, will you shut your trap?"
The red-eyed man instantly stopped throwing a fit and threw his fists into the air. "YEAH! I'M AWESOME! I GOT AUSTRIA TO GO OUT WITH ME!"
"You said you would be quiet..." and with that, Gilbert planted a huge, sloppy kiss right in the middle of his nose.
Little did they know Elizaveta had seen the entire thing, much more caught it on tape. Even though this was golden material, she couldn't help but feel a little mad.