quiet is not neccessarily bad... but a tad boring.

doesn't like the quiet either.

usually likes the quiet, but lately - thanks to Gilbert - it just makes him nervous.

can fix the silence! He has fireworks! 8D

can help set them off.... in Gilbert's face? =D

set it off in Samuel's face! 8D

not hesitate to knock their heads together if they try.

Gilbert is just sexually repressed and wanting someone he can't have. It's not his fault >w>''

not sexually repressed, what the fuck?!

...has something to do in his office. Something urgent that requires he shut the door.

would like Ludwig to tell Samuel that he is NOT sexually repressed, thank you very much!

wouldn't believe him anyway. One can gave plenty of sex and still feel repressed if they're not getting it from who they want xD

absolutely no idea what the fuck Samuels' talking about!

someone's an idiot :|

isn't telling him anything, especially not if it's about being sexually repressed. B/

blinks... Is Germany sexually repressed too? =D

in his office. There's nothing sexual about his office, what are you talking about...

agree that Germany is sexually repressed.

to see inside his office now... =3

knows there's porn in there, what are you talking about.

locks the door, you bastards.

pouts. What a sexually repressed git!

knows how to pick locks! Horray!

cheers \o/ He should have thought of that!

knows how to push furniture in front of the door!

more awesome than Samuel--that's how he thought of it first! 8D He's sure it's quicker to pick a lock than move furniture.

cheers the other on silently. And he doesn't want to be awesome if it means being like Gilbert and America.

...doesn't have furniture to push over there anyway. Gilbert would just knock his desk over. He'd have a stroke from the mess.

successfully picks the lock! \o/

cheers \o/... although he is kind of scared of the German porn now... that's supposedly some nasty stuff.

SIGHS.

throws the door open, cackling. "You can't hide your porn from me, West! Kesesese!"

glances inside the door, staying safely in the doorway.

Samuel made a smart choice staying where he is. "I do not have porn in here."

does not believe him! And starts looking through his drawers to find it.

surprised that Gilbert has the cheek to do that... and stays in the doorway.

suggest he check the top lefthand drawer. In fact, he offers to *help* Gilbert check that drawer by removing that handgun first. "Proceed."

worried... it might have... weird things involving leather ;;

stares at the gun for a moment, before continuing to look. He KNOWS there's porn...

doesn't keep *that* sort of porn in his office. That's hidden elsewhere. They'll have to get creative to find his office hiding spot.

takes a small step into the office, staring at the floor... maybe it had loose floorboards?

...thinks that's a good idea! He starts poking at the floorboards under his desk.

scoots his desk chair back and crosses his arms, leaning back. "You aren't going to find anything."

moves over to the bookshelf, randomly pulling at books. He's becoming a bit foolish due to his curiosity... maybe there is a trap door? o3o

not afraid to search every inch of this office!

let them as long as they don't destroy things in the process. This is almost amusing. "Are you two so desperate for something to do?"

...makes no promises. He scoffs. "I'm *never* desperate!"

.... would actually rather be hanging with Reuben... but he wants to seem cool. He agrees with Prussia.

pulling over a chair he stands atop of it and pushes at Ceiling tiles after having gotten through all the books.

rolls his eyes and tries to get back to work. "Really..."

start looking through the book shelf, now. He wonders if Reuben's the one Samuel likes?!

doesn't like anyone. He plods down on the chair, sighing. 'What'cha so rilled up about mate?' he asks, directing the question to Germany.

looks up over his glasses at Samuel and points at Gilbert going through his things.

makes an 'Ahhh' sound, understanding. 'Must be rough.'

starts to agree, then feels slightly guilty. "Well. He could be worse behaved, I imagine..."

ignoring both of them, climbing to the top of the bookshelf. He knocks stuff off the top, not caring where the hit the floor, and finds his

porn! \o/ He cheers, cackling...but, what's this? Another book....? owo

turns at the cheer, curious as to what has been found.

throws the porn to him, more focused on this book.

glances up when his things hit the floor and stands up, but not in time to stop him finding the porn. "Verdammt, Ost, stop throwing things!"

looks at it and then makes a disgusted noise, handing it over to Germany... who's being judged now e_e

snatches the porn away and tosses it in a desk drawer. He doesn't notice Gilbert's got that book either. Honestly he forgot it was up there.

"...stop looking at me like that."

looks away e_e He might be mentally scarred.

cackles and waves the book at him. "Oi, West! Is this your dairy or somethin?"

starts to tell Samuel that at least it's just regular bondage, not the rope kind, but stops and stares. "GILBERT. PUT THAT DOWN."

doesn't need to know anymore *Sob*

cackles loudly, and opens the book, surprised to find letters, of all things in it.

make sure to tell him more here in a few minutes, as long as he can grab that book away from Gilbert before he can read anything.

makes sure to stay on the opposite side of the room than him. He picks a letter and starts to read it. "To my dearest Ludwig~" He cackles.

blushes, grabs the nearest book, and flings it across the room at him. "*Gilbert*."

only laughs louder, jumping out of the way. He starts to read again. " 'The years have gone by quicker than I imagined...yet I feel like

it's been a hundred years since we last meet~' Aww, so sad~~"

Gilbert is digging into something a little too personal and he discreetly makes his way out.

really hoped Samuel being there would keep Gilbert from being too interested, damn it. "Gilbert, I am warning you. Put that down."

Samuel shouldn't leave! It's just getting good! He snickers and keeps going. "The weather in Russia is treacherously cold--many of my fellow

soldiers have come down with frostbite."

knows this one by heart, better than the others, because it's the last one written. The only response he got to his answer was a returned-

letter and a notification of his death weeks after the regime collapsed. He really should knock Gilbert on his ass for this, but it's too-

difficult to do anything but glare at the book in his hands and clench his fists, red in the face. "That's enough..."

cackles loudly, giving him a wide smirk. "Sorry, what was that? Read more? Well, if you *insist*~"

takes a few steps closer and extends his hand for the book. Slowly though, almost through a fog. "Give it here. It does not concern you."

keeps the book and shrugs. "Lots of things don't concern me."

gets a little louder now that Gilbert isn't quoting his dead lover's last written words back to him. "Please. Those are extremely personal."

snickers. "Ja~ I could tell~ Who else would call you their "dearest"?"

reaches for the book. "*Shut up* and hand it over. There are very old, very fragile things in there."

moves backwards, smirking. Though, he is being careful about the book now. He might die if anything's

teared. "Jaaa. And what's in it for me?"

jaw tightens. "You will have enough teeth remaining to enjoy dinner tonight."

rolls his eyes.

glares at him. "I'm serious. Those are hidden for a reason. Take my...my porn and entertain yourself elsewhere."

this book is pretty entertaining~

close to fed up with this. He really only wants Gilbert to hand the book over and leave him alone with this now. "This isn't funny."

snickers, shrugging. "Wasn't trying to *be* funny.."

stares. "Then what part of this is so goddamn amusing?"

just gives a shrug, smirking.

swallows, glancing again at the book and the other letters sticking out of the pages. No matter how intensely he might feel now for someone-

else, nothing will ever make the death of that particular relationship easier, and neither will he forget about it. "You want to read them?

Fine. Read them. There are pictures in there as well. Other things. Put it back when you're finished." Since Gilbert won't leave his office,

he'll just leave Gilbert there and find somewhere else in the house to go.

rolls his eyes as he leaves, but sits on the floor and does just that. It wasn't as funny without Germany here to tease. In fact, it was

quiet sad. He sighed, looking at one of the pictures, before putting everything back in the book and putting it on his desk. This was the

one downfall of being a nation...all the humans would die, eventually. And not even magic could bring them back.

heads, naturally, for the kitchen. It should be a testament towards how deeply that affected him that he just grabs a beer and goes up to-

his room, closing the door behind himself. Sitting down on the bed and turning on the rarely-used television is about as close to emotional

as he'll get though. That last letter came in 1945, but if he thinks on it hard enough, he can remember the stains on the envelope it came -

in and how little comfort the written words provided. It came from the Eastern front, where the fighting was the worst. It was only a matter

of time, he felt, before his name would turn up on a list of the deceased somewhere. He clears his throat a little and concentrates instead

on finishing that beer alone.

places the book on the desk and leaves the room. He bypasses the kitchen, and heads straight to his room. On his way, he

passes West's room, hearing the TV on. Which was weird, because he didn't remember him ever having a TV. He doesn't bother to go in.

Obviously he was upset about this, and he wouldn't know what to say even if he wanted to say anything. So, he walks into his room, stopping

at his framed picture of Fritz. Yes, once humans died, they were dead. Nothing could bring them back. He'd tried.

doesn't expect an apology, so he isn't surprised when he hears Gilbert pass by. He finishes his beer and stretches out on the bed, intending

on taking a nap. It's unlike him but really the only way to stop thinking about the last time they were together, right before his dispatch,

when it was already cold and every harsh blow of winter wind brought the smell of smoke on the air, bitter in the small amount of space left

between them when they embraced. Pink on his cheeks and wind-chapped lips, fear in his eyes and expression, in the last time he ever said

those few words they rarely exchanged but hardly needed to. He rolls onto his side now, eyes closing, but there's no way he'll get to sleep.

Not immediately anyway. He misses that, all of it, all of him, and on top of that, the empty bed makes him miss Italy as well. Just as -

intensely, really, and that's almost an odd feeling. They aren't related, save for the strength of emotion.