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TITLE!: ORE-SAMA BLOG!

Dear Mini-Awesomes. (My ADORING fans.)

So Two days ago, West COMPLETELY ignored my amazingly loving gestures! I came over to him, slipped my arms around his neck as sweetly as possible and you know what!? He pushed me down! How could he!?I'm completely and absolutely....AWESOME. * Insert Sad Face *

Then later, He was reading... (NO ONE READS ANYMORE).. and I sat in his lap, and was all 'Cute'(That's what France said to do... Whatever that meant) And then, He practically FREAKS OUT and then Throws me out of his lap, then gives me a fuckin' lecture!. The only good thing was that his face was as red as my beautiful eyes! Kesesesese! Oh West~o-! Where would you be without those stunningly good looks of yours? Oh But don't worry Everyone. I, the AMAZINGLY AWESOME GILBERT!!. will get revenge. I hope you like West's body.. You'll be seeing a LOT of it!!!

DATE: Monday, 27th

TIME: 6:11 PM.

LOCATION: 90° degrees East. Down the hall of Germany's bathroom. With a Nice Oaken Chair.

TACTICAL REASONING: Germany takes a shower at 6 everyday: Ending at 1830. At 1809 PM; I broke through the territory; and stole all the rations of the Enemy ranks. They'll be Defenseless when they finish Debriefing: Leaving them WIDEOPEN and exposed when they try to break through the threshold. I will be waiting.

As soon as He stepped from the Shower, Germany noticed something rather odd. His clothes were missing. With a gruff sigh, He glanced around the lovely bathroom, in search for a towel.... ANYTHING to cover himself, when he'd leave. Oddly, even that was missing as well. It was a wise guess that Prussia had something to do with this, but WHY?. He took a couple steps towards the door (Damnit, Gilbert even took the CURTAINS!) and rapped his knuckles on the wood.

"Nii-san! You better bring my clothes back in here, RIGHT NOW, or I Swear, Berlitz will GET YOU!"

Utter Silence. Perhaps it was simply a bad Prank... But He knew his brother. There had to be reason behind this. Yet again, the dripping-wet Blonde tapped on the door, with more force.

"I mean it, Gilbert! Bring everything back, OR SO HELP ME I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!"

He would have thought Gilbert would have said anything... Unknown to him at the time, Prussia was in the chair, about three yards from the door on the side, kicking and laughing into his hand silently with great difficulty like a child who had been mischievous.

It was a bad assumption to guess that Gilbert wasn't in the house... but in this situation, It would be a game of patience to get out of the bathroom. If He waited, Prussia would pass out in a couple hours... but He wasn't in the mood to sit around naked for that long... Uggh! If He just.. bursted out the door... Gilbert could be waiting... and... UGGH! [Both of those are sounds of Disgust at the thoughts] Both decisions seemed sketchy.. but did he really want to sit around... NAKED!? He never felt that comfortable being so exposed for long periods of time, all because of Gilbert.

Ludwig contemplated for a minute or so... and came to the idea. If Gilbert shows up...Punch him, if not. RUN! He slowly turned the knob of the door...letting it open to barely a hair.

No obnoxious laughter... No shuffling of feet. Just silence.