My Roommate, wait, what?

Roderick came from the kitchen, a coffee cup pressed to his lips. "Hello, Matthias." He said and leaned against the doorway.

Matthias didn't venture far, staying a good distance away from the sofa on the other side of the coffee table. "Hey, guys. Gil, you called me here, what's up?"

"An'na's leaving," his brother conveyed with a bit of regret.

"Yeah I know." Matthias answered nonchalantly. Ludwig found that irritating for some reason, though by all means, he shouldn't.

Yet, that didn't stop him from grunting slightly, situating himself to a proper seated position. "When were you going to inform us?" Ludwig asked tersely, almost accusatorily. He couldn't help it.

Something like indignity flicker across Matthias stern but playful features. "She told you first."

Ludwig scoffed and pushed himself further toward the edge of the couch cushion. It wasn't misdirected anger, he reasoned with himself. An'na clearly mentioned something about her happiness. The only other person he could think of, beside her family, which could infringe on her happiness was some extremely close to her. As of late, Matthias seemed to be said person, so he was to blame.

"Was this before or after you convinced her to leave?" he said bluntly and perhaps bitterly.

"Ludwig, I don't think-" Elizaveta tried but Matthias cut in defensively.

"After. And I didn't convince her, she asked my opinion and I gave her advice."

"Advice?" Ludwig repeated. "Advice that called for her to leave?"

Matthias paused, but clearly wasn't intimidated into withholding a reply, "Look, you wanna know why she chose to leave than you ask her. It was An'na's decision that she made that best fit her."

"But you know why?" the German asked and stood to his feet. The only thing separating the two now was the coffee table to, which the Dane took a daring step toward.

"She's my friend too.' Matthias shot back.

"An'na's my roommate, "Ludwig responded with the same fervor.

The Dane snorted, "So you own her? If you gave half a damn than you'd know you're the reason she's leaving the first place."

The response grated Ludwig enough to raise his voice. "I made her leave? An'na and I have never had any issues since I moved in."

Now he was yelling. "Get your head from being stuck up Felicia's ass than you could see the issue."

"West," Gilbert grabbed at his brother's shoulder but Ludwig shoved it off.

"What the hell does Felicia have to do with anything?" he demanded.

"Because An'na likes you, fjols!" Anger sparked in Matthias's blue eyes as he pointed an accusing finger at his friend. "She just didn't know how to say it because she's shy. Even if she won't admit I know it's because she doesn't want to be rejected. And all this time, after you kissed her, she thought the feelings were mutual until Gil finally let the cat out of the bag that you've liked Felicia for years."

"Whoa, you kissed An'na?" Gilbert jumped in again, standing alongside his brother.

Ludwig swallowed and blinked, visibly taken back by this information. He and Mat watched each other for a tense moment—until Ludwig momentarily dropped his gaze, and Matthias searched through his pockets.

"I'm going have a smoke," the Dane announced, but was already lighting before he reached the front door.

"Mat, wait." Elizavtea called, getting up from her seat. Ludwig glanced her way and the Hungarian gave him a look that clearly stated 'I told you so' without being malicious.

"I'll make more coffee," Roderick announced with a bored sort of arrogance and Ludwig could do nothing but sit back down.

A/N: 'Fjols', from what I Googled is Danish for idiot; I think. If I'm wrong, please spare me. I'm an American, English is my first and only language D: So, did anybody expect that? Anybody? Come on, somebody had to know this chapter was coming! The end is in site! OMG, I can't believe I'm almost finished a fic. This is like, awesome! Okay, rant over.

Cheers!

-CeCe ^_^