Hey everyone! Hetasmut here!

Alright so-I'm going to try to make every chapter a day. So I guess in all that's 30 chapters, unless I feel like adding some after event (which I probably will). So yeah, the story's pretty much about how Elizaveta locks Gilbert and Roderich together in the House of Hapsburg. You can just imagine what happens next—

But instead of imagining, just read this fanfic and then later review. Thaaaaank you~!

The sound of the door slamming startled both of the men arguing in the living room. In fact, Roderich practically jumped while messing up several notes in what used to be an enchanting song on the piano. Gilbert, though he hated to admit so, also jumped. But he instantly sat back down again, as if such a thing had never happened, and began to instead tease his Austrian "friend."

"Scared of doors, Roddy? Not that I'm surprised. You're probably scared of everything. Do you still sleep with a teddy bear and worry about the monster under your bed?" Gilbert laughed as he stretched his feet out on the couch once more, much to Roderich's annoyance. At least once a week he was forced to clean the couch due to the albino's muddy footprints plastered all over it.

"I'm not scared of doors you incompetent fool. I just disapprove of people slamming them and creating such noise pollution in what should be a bliss and serene environment," Roderich huffed angrily. "Not that it could be one with you lurking around…"

If anyone could get him angry in under a minute it was him…

"What about you, Gilbert of Self-Proclaimed Awesomeness? I could have sworn that jumped about a meter into the air. Are you scared of doors?"

"W-was? Nein, of course not! I'm too awesome for that! The only fear I have is mephobia; the fear of being so awesome that the world can't bear it anymore and explodes into a thousand of itty bitty-Hey where are you going?"

Roderich had gotten up from his seat at the piano and begun to walk towards the previously slammed door, clearly ignoring the sliverette's question. There was, of course, no reason to answer something so obvious he presumed. He was merely trying to see who in their right mind would slam a door so loudly-and in his house of all places!

As he pressed his nose up against the glass of the small window on the door he could make out the figure of a certain Hungarian girl strolling away from the house. As if she had some sixth sense, the girl turned around grinning mischievously. What she was grinning about though, Roderich hadn't a clue. He quickly turned the door knob so as to rush out and ask her, but couldn't. The door simply wouldn't open.

He frowned in frustration before heaving himself against the door, pushing with all of his weight.

But it still refused to open.

He finally resorted to banging loudly on the door. Maybe he could create enough noise to gain her attention and get her to open the door for him. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort happened. Elizaveta had heard him-how of course could she not? But instead of rushing to his aid, she skipped off in the opposite direction. Roderich continued to bang his fists against the door, until a small Post-it note (the tricky little devil must have been perched up on the very top of the enormous door) fluttered down. With an expression of bemusement and curiosity on his face, he reached down and picked it up off the ground.

As he read the note, his expression changed to one of utmost horror.

"Nein… This can't be-she wouldn't!"

"What? What is it?"

Gilbert rushed over to Roderich's side and read the note in a high pitched feminine voice that he probably believed to be hilarious.

"Dear Roderich and Gilbert, I've decided to lock the two of you in the house for a month to let you… get along better. You probably hate me now, but I'm ready to bet my frying pan that when you're all lovey-dovey at the end, you'll thank me. Try not to destroy the house and don't bother calling anyone to save you. Toodles, Elizavetha P.S. I might drop in from time to time, so be prepared!"

"See, even your ex-wife knows that you won't be able to resist my charms!" Gilbert laughed once he finished up reading. Although he was trying to play it cool, it was quite obvious that he was just as enraged and miffed as Roderich.

"Well, seeing that she was foolish enough to lock me in here with the likes of you, I don't value her opinion much," Roderich sighed. Mein gott… How was he going to get through this? He could barely handle an hour with the mad Prussian before his blood pressure would rise, how was he to put up with a month?

Without another word he walked over to his piano and began to play Chopin Nocturne Op. 5, the one he reserved for only the worst occasions. However, nothing before had ever been this horrifying for him. Chopin was obviously not going to express his rage well enough. As his fingers sped up, pressing the ivory keys in a hurried frenzy, he began to think about which song would rather suit his emotions. Maybe something of Mozart?

Before the Austrian could make a decision however, Gilbert had arrived at his side. And before he knew it, the man was sitting down on the piano stool right next to him. The nerve!

"Roddy, I'm bored!" He complained. He tipped the seat back, but somehow didn't seem to mess up the irritated brunette's song at all. If anything, Roderich's irritation only seemed to heighten.

"Hey, ich habe eine Idee!" Gilbert smiled sweetly, turning his mouth towards Roderich's ear and leaning toward him.

"Let's spend this time getting to know each other, ja?" Gilbert's voice was a soft seductive whisper… And to make matters worse, his fingers were tippy toeing their way up the inside of his thighs.

That finally got Roderich's playing to falter. He slammed his fingers down on the keys, obviously quite pissed off, before facing the grinning silverette.

"Or maybe, I should spend this time finding a cage in which to lock you in!" Roderich retorted.

"I can't help if I'm bored because you're ex-wife decided to go all verrückton us!' Gilbert argued back.

"Would you please refrain of speaking ill of Elizaveta? If you weren't such an uncivilized brute we wouldn't be like this in the first place!"

"Me? You're the one being a stuck up pansy!"

"Was? How dare you! Take that back right now! I am most certainly not a stuck up pansy!"

"Ja, sie sind! You're always acting as if you have some fat stick up your ass and you're such much better than everyone else!"

"I most certainly do not!"

At this, Gilbert laughed. He reached over to the brunette's head and stole his glasses before another sharp witty comment could be made.

"Hey everyone look at me! I'm Roddy and I'm so much better than you useless scumbags!" Gilbert mimicked in a squeaky falsetto voice. To Roderich's displeasure, he skipped around the living room making silly faces at everything.

"Stop acting like such a child and give me my glasses back right this minute!" Roderich demanded. Gilbert was quite pleased to see a tinge of pink creep up around his cheeks.

"Stop acting like such a child!" Gilbert mimicked in his squeaky high pitched voice. He handed the glasses over anywhere and then proceeded to throw himself upon the couch and moan about how bored he was, yet again.

"If you're so bored, you can go ahead and make dinner."

"Fine, The Awesome me shall blow your taste buds away Roddy!" Gilbert laughed. He blew a kiss at the Austrian's direction before racing over to the kitchen and yanking open the fridge.

Gilbert smiled at the sight of all the food and hurriedly began to pull the best out and set them down on the table. He pulled out cartons of pudding, ice-cream, fudge, icing, and cookies. This was going to be the best meal ever. Gilbert hummed quietly as he mixed ALL of the "ingredients" into a rather large pot, occasionally adding a spoonful of sugar.

Eventually, Gilbert had begun to notice that something was going awfully wrong with his wonderful meal. The problem being: it looked disgusting. The vanilla ice-cream had completed melted and was nowhere to be seen (thanks to the chocolate pudding and fudge). The pink icing barely showed up in the mixture, but when it did… well… it just looked simply horrible with the brown surrounding it and pulling it under. Some small chunks of the cookies were floating in the gooey brown mixture, also adding to the overall unappetizing appeal.

Gilbert frowned at the bowl of goop and cookies before him. What had he done wrong? He did just what good ole' Specs did when he was cooking. Gilbert had picked a bunch of ingredients from the fridge and put them in a bowl. Then he mixed them… but something was clearly wrong.

Suddenly, a light bulb formed above Gilbert's head. Of course! He had forgotten to put it in the oven! Gilbert smiled broadly when he realized his obvious mistake and placed the pot carefully in the oven (after throwing in an entire can of baking soda), setting it to the highest setting possible. Bigger numbers meant better results… right?

"Hey Roddy, I'm done!" Gilbert announced as he made his dramatic entrance into the music room. The brunette was kneeling down by the sofa and trying oh so hard to make the muddy footprints vanish.

"What did you make?" Roderich asked, clearly not trusting the albino's cooking skills in the slightest.

"Es ist eine Überraschung!"

"Oh, is it really now?"

"Ja!"

"Did you make a mess in the kitchen?"

"Of course, not!"

At this, Roderich threw the albino a pointed look.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Gilbert not making a mess? Please, that wasn't even possible! And if one wanted proof, they could just look at the heavily mud stained sofa.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Gilbert declared indignantly. "Go check for yourself!"

And Roderich did.

Pudding, fudge, and ice-cream had been spilled over both the floor and table. The white table cloth was completely ruined. The chairs were all out of order and the fridge door had been forgotten to be shut! How could someone even forget something like that!

"Alright so maybe I made a little mess…" Gilbert admitted and Roderich just felt like strangling him.

"A little mess? Really?" Roderich asked. He spun around to face the albino before he started to rant in pure agitation. "You spilled all over the table and floor, forgot to close the refrigerator, forgot to push in the chairs, there are boxes of pudding and ice-cream all over the floor, and the table cloth is completely ruined! I can't even clean that now because of all the damage you've done. Gilbert, when this month is over-you're going to buy me a new one!"

"R-Roddy! Chill out! I bet dinner's done by now… do you want to eat?" Gilbert asked nervously.

"Fine."

But when Gilbert opened the oven, instead of a delicious looking meal there was a huge puffy cake like thing sitting oozing all over. The chunks of cookies were gone, but now everything just looked disgusting and what's more-the oven was covered in the spillage of chocolate.

"I'll clean this in the morning…" Roderich sighed before turning around and going to bed.

German to English translations-

W-was?-W-what?

Nein-No

Mein gott-my god

Ich habe eine Idee-I have an idea

Verrückton-crazy

Ja, sie sind-Yes, you are

Es ist eine Überraschung!-It's a surprise!

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