The fact that the extra cot for Gilbert to sleep on hadn't come, had, in the past, not been a problem. So, The Austrian and the Prussian had to share a bed. Big deal, they'd done it for the first fifteen years of their life at the orphanage.
Tonight, this was an issue.
Roderich's eyes flew open when his body hit the carpeted floor with a loud thump, for the third time this night. The first time, he'd been quite surprised and maybe a little ticked. The second time, he was a little bit more than pissed. Now, he was far past the point of rationality.
"Gilbert! Stop pushing me off the bed!"
"What? Me? I didn't do anything." He said with mock-innocence. The brunette scowled before he crawled back into bed.
"What is your problem?" He whispered, quite loudly, in fact.
"Vash." The albino replied curtly.
"Why don't you go push him off his bed?" Roderich hissed.
"Are you kidding! Do you want him to turn me into Swiss cheese? That psycho sleeps with a fucking gun!" Gilbert spoke, a bit too loudly. He then laughed.
"What are you giggling about?" The Austrian spat.
"Heh.. get it? He's Swiss.. So turning me into Swiss cheese?"
Roderich suppressed a small chuckle. God only knows how a joke that idiotic could seem funny, even while in their half-sleeping states.
"Told you it was funny." Gilbert grinned. Roderich rolled his eyes and laid his head back in the pillow. Gilbert did the same, pulling the covers over his body, which in turn, left the other uncovered. The Austrian seized the covers and pulled them to cover himself, only to have them yanked away by the Prussian.
"Gilbert! Seriously! Grow up!"
"Maybe I don't wanna~" He teased.
"Just go to sleep, and stop acting like a child." Roderich was too tired to deal with this.
"Fine." Gilbert huffed. The brunette sunk into his pillow once again, only to feel hands on his back, preparing to shove him off the bed once more. Only this time, the Austrian grabbed the albino's wrists, bringing them both tumbling to the ground. The albino's leg flew out, bringing the bedside lamp crashing to the ground. It wasn't glass, so it didn't break, but it created a rather loud noise, which resounded through the bedroom.
"Mein gott! What was that for, Roddy?" Gilbert hissed. His only reply was the infuriated Austrian pushing his knee into the albino's crotch.
"Fuckfuckfuck, Roderich! I won't push you again just don't knee there! Oh gott.." The Prussian's eyes were watering. Damn, it hurt so badly. He nearly cried from happiness when the door opened, and the brunette flinched back, causing the knee that was bringing him so much pain to be removed.
In the doorway, Ludwig and Heracles stood, the former looking quite pissed, and the latter looking a bit more tired, and maybe a bit sadder, than usual.
"Hey, Heracles. What brings you.. uh.. up here?" The Prussian said, though he was quite sure he knew the reason.
"Uh, Gilbert. I've gotten multiple complaints about, erm, noise coming from here." The Greek man explained, as Gilbert's suspicions were confirmed.
"It's his fault! Ludwig made me share the bed with Specs here!"
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused!"
"That is not what I meant!"
"Then why did you say it?"
"You're an idiot."
"Stop talking about yourself."
"You make absolutely no sense."
"Neither do you."
"I make perfect sense. You're colossal ego is blocking it out."
"We've established that you love my ego."
"We have not!"
"Oh yes we have."
"No we have not!"
"Yes we ha-"
"ENOUGH! You too are like children! Aren't you supposed to be the older siblings?" Ludwig shouted. They could've gone on for hours, if someone hadn't intervened.
"Really. I expect this from Gilbert, of course. But you too, Roderich? I think my brother is a bad influence."
Gilbert pouted.
"Gilbert, you're sleeping outside." Roderich ordered.
"OUTSIDE?"
"I mean on the couch."
"Oh." Gilbert replied, before he yelled. "Wait! Why can't you?"
"Because I'm not a bad influence." The brunette threw a blanket and pillow at the albino.
"Bruder, that is a good idea." Ludwig agreed.
"I agree." Heracles added.
The albino reluctantly got up and trudged outside. He threw the pillows and blankets on the recliner, across from where Feliciano was sleeping soundly. Heracles waved goodbye and was about to head out the door, when his arm was seized by a pale hand.
"Heracles, if you don't mind me asking, what's up with you and Kiku?"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about." The Grecian man said, though it was obvious he did, in fact, know.
"Don't give me that. Kiku's been ignoring you. I thought you guys had the hots for each other."
"It's.. complicated." He said dejectedly.
"Then explain it to me. I've got time."
"Uh, okay. I guess. I just don't know if Kiku wants anyone else to know…"
"I won't tell anyone."
"I guess," Heracles came in, and sat down on the couch. Gilbert plopped down in his recliner and listened intently as the Greek man spoke.
"Well, you know that night Kiku came back from Japan? About a week ago?"
"Yeah, I remember that."
"You know how Kiku is, or more accurately, was, a virgin until marriage?"
Gilbert's eyes widened. "You didn't."
"I told him that I really, really like him, and we kissed, and then it went a bit farther. I thought he was okay with it.. He wasn't resisting me, and I made sure to be gentle, but he woke up that morning and left. He hasn't said a word to me since."
"Damn.. You've apologized right?"
"Multiple times."
"This is very un-Kiku-like."
"I know. I didn't think he'd react like this."
"How did you think he'd react?"
"I really don't know."
"I'm not really that much of a love-guru, but I think you should get him to realize how sorry you are. Don't just tell him, make him listen."
"How do I do that?"
"The hell I know."
"Very helpful."
"Sorry, Heracles."
Little did the two know that Feliciano, who was indeed a love-guru (He is Italian, after all.), was not sleeping as soundly as they suspected. He grinned inwardly.
OH FELI. What will he do? Will he screw everything up? Or will he work his Italian magic? Stay tuned!
Okay okay. Cheesy A/N is over. Don't forget to review!