Sketchbook

He should have been in bed hours ago, however Emil had found it hard to fall asleep after certain events. So instead, he had decided to pass the time with one of his hobbies; drawing. He rather enjoyed sketching, although he was much too embarrassed about his drawings to ever have anyone look through his sketchbook.

He was finishing up a picture that had turned out particularly well when there was a knock at the door.

"Emil? Are you still up?" The voice definitely belonged to Marta, Emil knew it anywhere, and she sounded extremely tired. He hoped he hadn't woken her.

He was about to open the door when Marta opened it herself, causing him to flinch and slam his sketchbook closed, hiding it behind his back as he jumped to his feet.

"H-hello," he greeted her nervously.

Even half asleep, Marta wasn't stupid enough to not notice how peculiar Emil was acting.

"…what are you hiding behind your back?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"N-nothing!" He replied automatically, wincing at his own mistake.

Marta walked over to him, holding out her hand. "Gimme."

"N-no!" Emil squeaked, shaking his head.

By then, Marta was only inches away, arms still crossed. She looked Emil right in the eyes, then pulled him into a hug. She successfully flustered him enough to the point where she could grab the book from behind his back.

Triumphantly, she began to open it. Emil, however, snatched it out of her hands.

"You can't look!" He protested.

"Why not?" Marta pouted. "You're a meanie!"

"M-Marta…" Emil began to say, but she'd already left.

The next morning, Emil was greeted with the knowledge that Marta had apparently forgotten about the sketchbook ordeal. Or, at least, that's what he had thought.

-X-

Marta grinned, sitting at the desk just a few feet from where Emil was sleeping. She held the sketchbook in her hands, contemplating on opening it or not.

Of course I am. She decided finally. If Emil was hiding it from me, then who knows what he has in here~!

With a slight dreamy sigh, she began to flip through the pages. As soon as she had gotten a look at about five or six of the pictures, she realized that she wasn't going to find what she had thought in that sketchbook. No, she wasn't going to find anything even close to what she had assumed.

She sniffed, biting back tears as she slammed the notebook closed and threw it on the table.

"My Emil is in love with that horrible Richter!" She sobbed, dashing out of the room.

Emil, who had been woken the instant the sketchbook had hit the table, turned pale at the realization of what had happened.

HE sighed heavily, muttering to himself, "I warned her…"

Authoresses Notes: So, I got the idea from an RP with a friend and I had to write it. EmilRichter FTW XDDDD

A different friend of mine and I are always mocking Richter and his stupid, "Don't be a dog, be a man!" Thing xDDD You don't even want to know...