10:35 A.M.

It was cold in the room, chilled by the cold night breeze seeping through the window, but she didn't mind, in fact, far too busy to even notice. The blonde from the other night was sprawled across the bed, wearing a much more revealing nightgown; Prince Gilbert looks at her, crimson eyes clouded with impatience and lust. The prince gripped the handle of the loveseat he was sitting in, feeling his stiff erection throbbing in his pants. He wanted her, wanted to touch her, wanted to feel her, wanted to take her right then and there, but what's the rush.

They had all the time in the world.

The prince stood across the room, it wasn't clear whether the beauty was asleep or not, nonetheless he was going to have it his way. Standing from the loveseat, he slowly walks towards the figure before him, unbuttoning his shirt as he does so.

He reached out to caress her cheek, fingers barely grazing her skin making a shiver race down the blonde's back. What was now clear is: she wasn't asleep, and wanted it as bad as he did. The blonde grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast, stretched her hand until it met with his arousal and began to swiftly move it. A low groan escape his throat, he shut his eyes as a wave of pleasure flows through his body, Gilbert couldn't hold back any longer . . . . .

CHIRP!

CHIRP!

CHIRP!

"Jesus Gilbird! Shut your fucking beak!" Grabbing whatever he could, the prince threw, what felt like a can of wrust at the bird, but missed and hit the light switch. "Gahh!"

Temporary blind by the unholy brightness coming from god-knows he stumbled out of bed, hitting his head on the hard marble floor. Clutching his aching head, the prince crawled his way to his bathroom, not even bothering to turn the lights.

Why did that have to happen, I was having the hottest dream of my life and that fucking pet bird woke me up! Argg . . . my aching head, why do hangovers even exist!

Standing up in the dark room the prince noted a few things that seem out of place.

He was covered in sweat

His legs were somewhat shaky

And his boxers were wet

"Oh shit"

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"Psh, Mattie, wake up" the American said, as he shook the still sleeping Canadian, he knew his brother wasn't a born drinker, but not even he passes out for this long. Giving up on trying to shake Matthew awake, he walk outside to the shed, found what he was looking for and filled it up with water.

"Forgive me" he whispered as he splashed freezing cold water on the sleeping transvestite, earning him a kick in the face.

"Baiseur! Why did you do that?" ow~ my head . . .

"Did you have to kick me? Shit I think my nose is broken"

"I was surprised, it's not like I intention too!"

"You got some pretty strong legs, since when can you kick like that?"

"I play hockey, I guess we sometimes played dirty on the ice"

"Badass"

"Alfred why did you wake me up, I'm tired, my head is killing me, and the last thing I want to do is think. So move on with it"

"Gees, moody like a woman"

"Shut up and just spill it"

Alfred sighed as he went to the dining room and back, holding what looked like an envelope. Handling it to Matthew, he ran back to his room, locked the door, and hid under the bed. Mattie not going to like this, I should have probably told him what it was first, oh well. He waited for any sound, but so far everything was quiet, that was until Matthew finally opened the envelope.

"FUCK!"

As the sudden outburst echoed throughout the house, the sound of approaching footsteps menacingly headed towards Alfred's room, he braced for impact.

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12:56 P.M.

Okay just go down the hall, pass my little bro's room, and there I am to safety! Shit I should get one of those awards those smart-nerd people get, for being . . . umm . . . smart. But still, why did I have to pick the biggest estate in the whole damn country. If I would have know—

"Your majesty?"

Shit!

"Hey maid, I thought you were helping my brother with his paper work, heh heh, why don't you go back and I'll wash this load of laundry myself so go do something else bye bye" said Gilbert, feeling ridiculous to be holding his cum-stained bed sheets and with the failure of trying to get to the washroom without being notice didn't help.

"I have a name"

"Yeah whatever . . . . Umm"

"Elizabeta"

"Yeah great, bye!"

"What are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything so go do what I said, now!"

"What happened to Mr.-nice-guy?"

"Look I just want to do this load, after that you have all the fucking laundry you want"

"Watch your mouth, your highness"

"Tch, see ya maid"

"My name is Elizabeta!"

Chuckling silently at the maid the prince thought, shit that was a close one, my awesome brain can sure come up with just about anything! I sure in hell don't want anyone to EVER find out, especially my brother. The poor guy is probably still stunned by my five meters. Kesesese~

As though fate would have had it, Ludwig was just about to take a turn to go pay Feliciano a visit. Unfortunately for him his older brother was having one of his 'self-praising' moments when they unexpectedly collide with one another. Sending the stained sheet up in the air and for some cruel reason in physics, unfolded itself before landing on the both of them.

"fucking A' I just took a shower!"

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Alfred didn't understand it.

He had destroyed their kitchen, burned down the shed (which was rebuilt), flooded the bathroom, and almost killed his pet polar bear. But yet, the monthly letter coming from the landlord always makes the shy, gentle, strangely unnoticeable Canadian go into a darker state of mind. It chilled Alfred to the bone.

"h-hey Mattie, why don't we just calm down for a moment—"

"Calm! You want me to be fucking calm! Why didn't you just pay the fucking prick!?"

"We didn't have the full wage! I s-swear if I could have sold my soul to him I would" anything to avoid that creep.

"Do you have any idea what happen when you forget to pay the rent? I have to deal with him! Remember what I told you about last time!?"

"Umm . . ."

Matthew was no longer wearing the dress, but that fact alone did nothing to ease the rage burning inside of him. Because Alfred forgot to pay this month rent, he had to go have a chat with the landlord and those always ended badly.

"You didn't listen in the first place did you?" his voice had a hint of venom in it.

"I love you"

"Why do I even bother!" he let go of his brother's neck and ran to his room, but Alfred grad his wrist making Matthew stumble into his brother arms. He struggled to break free, but the American only held on tighter.

"Mattie please I didn't mean to! It's just I was on the computer when you told me and you know how I get when I'm online and it just got out of hand. I swear—"

"Forget it"

"Huh?" looking at his younger brother, he could make out the tears barely forming on the corner of his eyes. Matthew was just sick of it, not being able to walk down a street and wave to someone who recognized him. That is until he started wearing a dress, really what the fuck was up with that!

No longer struggling he tried to relax in his brother's arms, although it would be much easier if the American wasn't holding him in an iron grip. "Look, Alfred, I didn't mean to yell I was just . . . so stressed out with the rent and then I have to go on date with a guy I barely even know, who he thinks I'm a girl. It's just too—"

"Mattie~"

"Yeah"

"Don't sweat it"

"I guess" he said, sighing softly.

"Seriously, everything is going to be alright, I promise"

"Whatever you say" they both didn't bother to untangle themselves, so the two brothers held one another until Matthew's tears dried up.

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A/N:

Hey guys! Okay first-things-first, I'm sorry! It's been over half a month and I write up a short chapter for you fellow readers. But I had writer's black and to be honest with you guys. I haven't planned any of the chapters I write, I just write whatever in my head and see if it works out.

Whew~ that's a mouth full, plus I just want to notify you artist out there that I haven't had anymore fanart being sent. *tear* oh well . . . thanks so much for reading and please review! Those always make my day!

Baiseur ~ fucker

Thanks again for reading

p.s. Can anyone guess who the landlord is? Will be revealed in the next chapter!

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