Maria woke up with the Austrian's arms around her waist binding her to his side. Her eyelids hung heavy as she glanced up at him, trying to remember the previous night. It had turned into a blur, a fantastic blur. Despite this, she didn't really care that it was blur; it was proof enough of what had happened that she was laying in his arms, naked. Not to mention the acute pain coming from her groin. She hissed at it, half hoping he would wake up and freak out, but when that didn't happen she put on one of his dress shirts to search out some food.

The path back to the kitchen was littered with fragments of their clothes in ascending order from closest to their bodies to farthest away. Between the limping and the clothes, she couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of shame. With that said, she didn't bother to clean up after herself even though his boxers managed to work their way up around her left ankle. They didn't annoy her much; it felt like some strange house monitoring device keeping her there instead of leaving Roderich alone to clean up the entire mess on his own, which would normally plan A.

She opened the door to the refrigerator, finding some suitable leftover pasta to heat up for breakfast in the oven. Another twitch of pain ran up and down her thighs causing her to find a stool to sit down on, still dragging Roderich's boxers with her. Her knees pulled into her chest as more pain pooled in her upper thighs before she let out a sigh. God damn, she thought, is he packing a rifle in his pants? She chuckled at it before shaking her head. Of course he wasn't, he was way too girly for that. The better explanation, to her at least, was that he had a bad idea what he was doing and managed to fuck her up more than what was necessary. Although, Elizabeta never mentioned him being bad at whatever they did together at night, and if someone was really bad at fucking, Maria heard about it. One does not simply go their entire lives without any complaints brought against them in the sack, especially when it came to her and she would relish every single thing he did wrong in whatever detail allowed to her. If it was Specs above all, strictly to humiliate him in front of the entire world! Suppressing another giggle, she took the container of pasta out and began to eat it; it was lukewarm at best, half frozen at worst but on the whole it was still enjoyable.

Her knees knocked, reminding her of the patchwork anklet that had hitched a ride with her. One of her hands pulled them off, showing a new hole that a formed possibly over the course of the night and lending more to the theory Ro-Specs was packing heat. Her eyes rolled in her head at the very thought of it before throwing them to the hall with all the other misfit clothes. The container was empty, she even took the liberty to lick it, something she would never do in her own home with West present. With an abnormal amount of care, she placed it into the sink, not making even the slightest clunk to arouse the suspicion of the man in the other room before returning to her seat. Nonetheless, she heard the groan of that old rickety man accompanied by a yawn. Her fingers counted down the moments until the shocked gasp of a naked man surprised by his own clothes in the hallway .

"Hey Specs!" She greeted him, despite her back facing him instead of the smiling face of a lover. The fear emanated off of him as Roderich raced to his kitchen, still naked, seeing that Prussian's back facing him. Damn her.

"What are you doing here?" He shouted, mostly demanded from her. Her silver locks fell over the top of the chair, the bend of her neck slowly revealing a smirk on that doll like face. He fumed. "Answer me! What are you doing here and why are our clothes all over the floor?!"

"Take a wild guess," Maria dared as she placed a scarred, pale leg on his clean, beautiful table. "You know, Specs, you can really make a girl's legs hurt after a long night at the bar. I wonder why that is, kesesesese." A brief survey of his bare body was it's own confirmation.

The musician's long fingers decided not to hide himself as a blush spread like wildfire across his face. "I meant why are you still here!"

"Jeeze, Specs," She placed her hand over her heart as it ached dully. Damn, was she having a heart attack from really crappy pasta? She wouldn't doubt it. "And here I thought I'd be welcome in your kitchen after we had sex."

"I-I," He stammered. Damn her. Biting his lower lip before he could say something else hurtful, he glanced down at the floor. "I-I meant, from what I understand, after one night stands you tend to leave before the other person even wakes up."

"You mean a lot of things."

"Will you please stop being snarky for a full second while I think?!" Running his fingers through his hair, he caught a glimpse of the Prussian. The smirk had faded and her expression had become unamused to say the least. She pouted and tried to force a smile on her face. Trying to be brave only made his heart sink."L-Look, you're welcome to stay. Fine. Wunderbar. All I ask is that you clean up after yourself while we get this mess sorted out." Oh Father in heaven, was she telling the truth the night before? She was, wasn't she?

It was the bluntness that made the hangover worse. From barely existent it grew to the point where she had to race to the think to purge herself of cold pasta instantaneously. Mess hardly described what was going on. Fuck, nuclear implosion didn't cover it fully. She should have left. She shouldn't have come at all, but she did. Twice. Her hand stroked back some of her long white hair as it hung into the sink before looking up at the damn aristocrat. "All you ask, Specs? Is that all? I clean up after myself, what about you?" She rinsed out her mouth, already knowing she'd be doing a lot of yelling within the next five or so minutes. Dear God, her head was already pounding.

Roderich braced himself against whatever insults she could come up with preemptively. "Maria, I-I think...I-I think you should know that last night, if you don't remember, you admitted a few things to me that should be considered. I should consider. You seem well aware of it. N-Now, I'm well aware that I seem insensitive…"

"You don't say?" Maria cut him off mid-thought. "I was going to say something along the lines of dickish but I guess 'insensitive' works too." He paused, just in case she had anything else to add to this pleasant little conversation. "I'm done. For now. Bitte, continue."

"I know I've been a dick to you, especially this morning, but last night you told me you loved me." The room was silent as the Prussian stared him down as though he had said something along the lines of, 'I am a potato.' His violet eyes flittered down to the floor before he had the nerve to look up at her again. "I'm merely repeating what you told me in more coherent terms."

"Ja, 'course you are, Specs." She placed a hand on her hip, looking down on the floor as well. It was shiny, she had to give him some credit for that. So was his stalling. Simply beautiful. She glanced up at him before biting down on her lower lip and tapping her fingers against the stainless steel of his kitchen sink. Also, beautiful. "And?"

"And?" He repeated. "And aren't you going to refute it? Laugh in my face? Tell me this is all some sick 'awesome' joke of yours! This was a ploy to get me to look like an insensitive buffoon! I know you're just waiting to say it!" Nothing. No laughter from her for confirmation. Just a small mutter of something he made out to be, 'ich kann das nicht.' I can't. Boldy, he took a step forward to the sink and her. If he didn't know better, he would said she was crying. All the snarkiness from that perfect doll like face was gone, composure lost, as her cheeks flooded red. "Maria…"

"Maria, what?" She asked as her voice cut into him like a ragged dagger. "Maria what? You're being irrational? You're stupid? Why are you still here? Go on Specs, I'm dying to know."

"I-I said I love you too." His arm wrapped around her shoulder in an attempt for comfort. "Last night, despite what you may think, I was sober. I said it back to you. Before anything between us happened." She hushed up, slowly resting her head against his shoulder and staring at all the small red bite marks she had left the previous. He was surprisingly sturdy, considering what a big priss he was, and his heart beat steady like a metronome. It was something she could count on."Given, you may have coaxed it out of me, but it was still sincere."

"Now who's the snarky one?" She retorted, not looking him in the eyes as she spoke. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. He didn't even raise an eyebrow at the question let alone get himself worked up over it. How? "You know, Specs, maybe the awesome me can forgive you for this aggregis turn of events."

"For what am I apologizing for? My actions this morning or the sex we had last night?" He bowed his head slightly as he noticed that the woman in his arms was, in fact, getting a little bit flustered. Such an event should be marked down in the calendars! Truly, the way she pouted was the 8th wonder of the world. Oh God, how far gone was he? Perhaps, her momentary sign of weakness was endearing although slightly bewildering. For once, it felt like she wasn't judging him. He pressed their foreheads together before whispering, "Because, I'm not going to apologize for the latter, unless I'm apologizing for my lack of self control. In which case, you have my deepest heartfelt apologies, Liebling."

"First off," She nearly hissed at him to get the point across. He pulled away slightly enough so she could say her piece without spitting his face, in case it came to that. "First off." She pointed at him. "There will be no 'Liebling' in any awesome relationship of mine. Nein, no pet names." The tip of her nail pressed into his chest to emphasize this. "Next, I'm forgiving you for being a total dick. But thanks for apologizing for the morning-after-sex-limp. I'm sure that'll sound great when West asks about it. Thirdly! If this is going to be an actual thing and not one night of sex, you better get used to making cake. Any questions?" She crossed her arms to give it some sense of finality as she noticed the aristocrat rolled his eyes, as she knew he would, before pulling her into a small hug.

"Not that I can think of," He murmured into her hair. "Though, I didn't think the 'awesome Prussia' would be interested in a relationship other than sex."

"The awesome me will try anything once." She wrapped her arms back around his bare chest. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. "You have any clean clothes, Specs?"

"I thought you said no pet names." A sly smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.

The Prussian frowned and pursed her lips. "Specs isn't a pet name."

"It is~" mocked Roderich, chuckling. She chuckled with him and shook her head.

"Just get me some goddamned clothes, Specs."