I GOT 11 REVIEWS!! Aaaw, I love you guys for reviewing, you're the best! I love you all forever! Please don't kill me for writing this chapter, and don't say I didn't warn you for the extreme perv :P lets just call it fanservice. And did you know I've been spelling Roderich's name wrong all along? It ends with rich, not rick. Weird Austrian names XD There may be a few spelling mistakes :P

To say that night Gilbert got very little sleep that night, was an overstatement. He got none. He had never noticed it before but that tree outside his window can look awfully like a frying pan if you squint. Not to mention when the heating in his room stared spluttering and dyeing like it did every night, it sounded like someone was crawling though his pipes, most likely about to kill him. He would have got up and gone into Germanys room but they might both be waiting outside his door, waiting to ambush him. He hid himself under his covers, trying to tell himself it was all in his mind. Why would they come in the middle of the night to his house to kill him? They were empty threats! Gilbert was having trouble breathing under all the covers but he didn't dare get out from under them. Not to mention he was freezing in just his boxers. Someone should really fix the heating in his room.

"Oh my god, what was that?!" he couldn't help but say aloud as he heard something rustle outside. Half of him wanted to go up to the window and prove that there was nothing there and he was just over reacting and the other half want to disappear into his bed and never come out again. Eventually he drifted off in the early hours of the morning, only to be woken up an hour later.

"Wakey Wakey!"

"Give me 5 more minutes west..." he moaned, turning over. Wait, was it just him or did Ludwig's voice sound way too feminine. Oh shit. Fortunately he rolled onto the floor before the frying pan hit him in the face. Landing with a bump on the floor he screamed.

"WEST! HELP ME! SOMEBODY-"Hungary put her hand over his mouth to stop him.

"Now you don't want to wake you're brother up, do you?" she giggled as she sat down on top of him, "I suppose you're wondering how I got in, aren't you? Surely you should know how much my husband loves Germany? He defiantly loves him enough to steal his keys and make a spare for himself! Hn, sometimes it seems like he loves him more than me, but I don't mind too much because it's quite hot anyway." Elizaveta moved her hand away from gilberts mouth so she could tie his hands to the bedpost.

"You bitch, get off me!"

"Oh shut up." She stuffed one of Roderich's handkerchiefs in his mouth. This was NOT a good situation to be in. He spat the handkerchief out of his mouth, and for the sake of his physical well-being he decided not to shout again. He contented himself with glaring.

"Ah, done!" She looked at her handiwork.

"Can I ask first if you're actually going to kill me this time, because I still have to write my will."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Depends on if Austria stops me in time or you meet my demands."

"Demands? You don't usually have demands; usually you just hit me round the face."

"Oh don't worry, I'll still do that." She said picking up her frying pan from the floor and whacking him on the nose.

"OOW-mmfh"

"I told you to keep it down! If you wake Germany up then Roderich won't be able to finish taking pictures of him!"

"Urg, you're joking right?"

"Oh no, you see my dear husband usually disapproves of my habits, but when I told him I would let him see all my Germany-related material he agreed to help me with anything I want."

"That's right." Austria smiled from gilberts the now open door, looking as posh as ever, even holding a disposable camera.

"We need to build up my collection again though, after you deleted it all. So we're going to make a deal with you. You help us with the collection and we won't beat you to death." She took a list out of her pocket.

"Of course I only really want the stuff with Ludwig in, but I love my wife so much I'd do anything to make her happy!"

"Aaaw, I love you too honey!" Gilbert wanted to gag as they both hugged each other.

"This is why I never married!"

"I feel sorry for any wife you ever have."

"I feel sorry for everyone on that list."

"They're the least of your worries." The smile on both Roderich and Elizaveta's face at that moment was enough to make Gilbert almost start crying.

"Shall we get stared then?" They both perched themselves on the end of his bed, holding the list out as if it was a royal decree.

"First of all we want you to make out with Ludwig."

"WHAT?!"

"Keep it down!"

"NO, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSED UP LIST IS THIS?!"

"Oh it's not that bad. All you've got to do is kiss him while we film it."

"He's not going to agree with it!"

"He doesn't need to agree with it, he's unconscious!"

"No. I refuse."

"Oh dearest wife, he's refusing, whatever will we do?"

"Oh I don't know, dearest husband. I really don't know."

"I get it, sarcasm. Fine, I'll do it."

"Yes! Okay, untie him." Roderich bent down no his knees and loosened Gilberts hands.

"Is it wise to completely untie him?"

"Good point. Ummm... put him over your shoulder so he doesn't escape."

"I won't be able to carry him, he's way too heavy!"

"Are you calling me fat?"

"You drink enough bear to be obese darling."

"But I'm not! I'm not even overweight!"

"I don't know about that, you keep up your habits and soon you'll be rivalling Russia."

"Shut up, you're just trying to freak me out!"

"Yeah, but how can we resist when your reactions are so funny!" Hungary picked Gilbert up and threw him over her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm fragile!"

"Shut up." She purposely hit Gilbert's head on the door as she left the room. Roderich held the door to Ludwig's room open as Elizaveta dumped Gilbert on his bed. Austria locked the door.

"Go on then." She whispered, pulling out a video camera from her pocket. Gilbert reluctantly sat next to his brother. He turned him over slightly so he was facing his direction and moved himself closer. So how should he do this? Completely ignoring the fact he was kissing his little brother he decided he would make this as quickly as possible. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips against Ludwig's. He was about to take them apart when Hungary whispered harshly,

"DEEPER!"

So he put his hand up his brother's vest and opened his mouth.

"Put your hand down his pants."

"NO!" Gilbert stopped what he was doing and gave her the finger. There was a line he was NOT willing to cross, especially if it was for Hungary's weird obsession. And apparently Austria's.

"Then at least use more tongue! Do this properly! And I'll tell you when to stop..."

Gilbert complied and used more tongue. To say it was a weird sensation was probably the second understatement of the day. He tried not to think about it too much. That was when that bitch Hungary did the most stupid thing she could have possibly done.

"HEY GERMANY, WAKE UP!" She yelled, throwing his alarm clock at him. It hit him square in the stomach.

"WHA-WHAT?" Ludwig stammered, bewildered. That was when he realised Gilbert was kissing him.

"It's not what it looks like!" Gilbert panicked. What was he supposed to do!? He did the only thing he could think of, he hit Ludwig in the face.

Fortunately it knocked him unconscious, as he hoped for.

"Why did you just do that!?" Gilbert shouted angrily.

"Because it was funny! And you still need to be punished for your crimes, so I thought it was fitting."

"No, Ludwig!" Austria run up to Germany and pulled him into a hug.

"How could you do that to your poor brother?"

"Oh so I'm allowed to kiss him but not hit him."

"Oh well, we got plenty of footage here anyway!"

"Can I go now?"

"NO! You've got to complete the list!"

"I can complete the list without you there, if I run away I don't doubt your ability to find me and kill me!"

"He has a point. And we do have some other things to do today."

"Fine. Gilbert, we are going to trust you with this camera. If you DARE break it or delete the film we will gorge your eyes out with the end of my frying pan."

"Okay."Gilbert reluctantly took the camera and the list out of Elizaveta hands.

"Lets go darling, I think we should get pie for dinner today."

"I agree, pie sounds delicious."

"I suppose you won't let me have any pie will you?" Gilbert suggested.

"No." Hungary replied as she and her husband left the room. Gilbert sighed. Why was everyone he knew a freak? He went back into his bedroom and put on pair of jeans and a pink shirt. He then looked at the list.

recording of Gilbert/Ludwig

Lovino and Antonio together

3 .Get some Ludwig/Feliciano stuff

America a god damn boyfriend, doesn't matter who! He needs to get laid by SOMEONE.

Germany to fall in love with me! (Roderich) (Darling that's never going to happen)(Well he could at least call more often!)

6. Extra bonus, doesn't really matter what, just make it interesting :P

"This list is stupid." Half of those things were impossible and never going to happen! First off all, most of the world thought America was an absolute idiot, which he is and he's totally unawesome, and there was no way in hell he would EVER get a boyfriend. Also Romano would never let Spain even touch him, let alone make out with him. And anyway, what the hell did he know about relationships? His idea of 'courting' someone is to throw bus receipts at a girls head until they noticed him. According to Lovino that was a stupid way to get a girlfriend, but that girl should be HONERED she was having bus tickets thrown at her by the awesome him. What he needed was someone who knew how to get people together, was manipulative and devious, and would be willing to help him. At first he thought of Lovino but then remembered that he was supposed to be pairing him up with Spain so that was out of the question. He logged on to MSN to see if anyone online seemed to fit his quota. It seemed Japan was on and he seemed to fit the quota but was unlikely to help him. Oh, what about france?

Wurst-of-greatness:

Hey fransis :P

ooh you touch my tralala~ mmm my ding ding dong~:

I can't believe your nerve! Talking to me when you deleted all of Hungary's beautiful material!

Wurst-of-greatness:

Yeah, sorry about that, but I'll make it up to you! I've got to tell you something important! Can we meet up?

ooh you touch my tralala~ mmm my ding ding dong~:

Spain and I are going round Italy's house, want to come with?

Wurst-of-greatness:

Yeah sure!

Of course France would be willing to help him! They were friends, in a way, and Gilbert was sure that Francis would like in on the footage as well.

"Err... Gilbert?"

"Eh?" He turned around to find Ludwig at his door. Gilbert pretended to act casual.

"Did you just... have you... been in my room at all?

"Oh no, I've been sitting in my room all morning! Why?."

"I don't know I just...It must have been a dream. Weird." Ludwig started to leave the room but Gilbert grabbed his arm.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I think you should call Roderich!"

"Why?"

"Eerr.. because..." Because he's threatening to kill me if you don't "...Because you haven't called him in ages and I wouldn't want you to stop being friends, since you used two have such a special relationship."

"But if I call him he'll try to talk to me for hours!"

"Well, think about it." Please, please call him! "Oh and I'm going to Italy's house today, want to come with me?" Oh god, please come, this will be so much harder if you don't. Ludwig smiled and nodded before leaving the room. Yes! He might actually be able to complete this list!

God, I was going to put this as a bonus because there is only like, 5 msn posts XD but then I decided that it doesn't really matter because a chapter is a chapter! This was originally about 3500 so I decided to cut out the last bit and put it into the next chapter which will hopefully be soon. And err... please review (although I'm scared to say this because I have no idea of the responses I may get :P)