just got home from choco- *grocery* shopping. She isn't expecting any mail though, how odd! She'll just stand by the door and open it, now.

's such a *thoughtful* person. He bought her a week's worth of granny panties! ...and maybe put some nicer stuff down there in the bottom-

of the box. Lady stuff. And beer. But the beer's in the bushes with him.

definitely looked horrified for a moment there. But you know man, that's a dead giveaway; who else would give her *granny panties*. She'll-

just pick a pair up and... "Ha. Ha. Funny. That bastard." Man, those are huge.

going to employ his stealth ninja skills again to creep out of the bush and get right. up. behind her. "EVA! Whatcha got there, a box-

of white flags?"

effectively shriek, drop her groceries bag and nearly drop the, erm, lovely present and then whip around to hit him in the face with said_

panties she was holding. "You're an ass, you know that?" She's not that upset. Maybe. It'll be better when she notices the lady stuff.

squawks, clearly not having anticipated *that* sort of pantyshot. He laughs obnoxiously but bends down to pick her grocery stuff up.-

"You get me anything good?"

would be yelling at him or something, if she wasn't so used to Gilbert being, well, being Gilbert. She does appreciate that gesture though,_

even if the so-called grocery mostly consists of different types of chocolate. "... No. You don't deserve it, hm."

holds onto the bag and grins. "I might just keep it. Y'know, as thanks for that awesome present."

squints, reaching out to try and grab the bag from him. "That takes the whole meaning out of gift giving, y'know. And. You gave me panties."

it back but just because he has to walk over to the bushes to get the case of beer out. "I gave you tents! And beer. And there's uh...-

there's normal stuff in there too, y'know. Normal girl stuff. Y'know. Underwhateveries. An' shit that smells good." He's trying to-

apologize for something, okay? GEEZ.

doesn't get that, man. You try and get home to a present that turns out to be granny p-- wait. There other stuff? Give her a second, she's_

going to shove her house keys in his hand to look through that. "Ohh- oh, nice, *nice*. Didn't know you had it in you." No, really, she does

appreciate it. Even if the first impression wasn't so good. Jerk. Jeeerk. "So what's the occasion, prince charming?"

would have brought her chocolate too, but he figured she had enough of that. "I'm Mr. Right. Somebody said you were lookin' for me. Hey,-

hey, what has 142 teeth and holds back the Incredible hulk?"

can prove him right on that without trying. Just look at that bag, for one. She'll snatch the keys back now to open the door, but stops_

halfway through that. "... *Excuse me*?"

couldn't possibly grin any wider. "My zipper." Hold on, he has more. "I wanna bag you like groceries?" Actually, he was bringing her this-

stuff as a thank you for when he was sick. This is just a very roundabout explanation.

nearly drops whatever she's holding. There's that sudden, growing desire to hit her head against the doorframe, but she can suppress it_

for now. "Are you- Gilbert are you hitting on me?" She's just plain confused now, man.

shrugs. "I dunno. Why? Is it working?"

looks just as confused as she is, now. So she'll just leave the door open for him; smart move, always. "Of course not."

follows her in and slams the door, as is habit. "Should I try again? I got some real winners."

"Seventy percen of the time, they work every time."

's going to drop the groceries on the kitchen counter, but Gilbert should know by now that he's free to crash wherever. Yeah, she's just _

that nice. "Ha ha, real funny. You've gotta try harder, boy."

brings the beer in to set in tue refrigerator first. "Harder like how? Do I gotta dipkiss ya and stuff?"

snorts, finally taking her time to dig through that er, thoughful present. "That's a bit too romantic for you, no? Just be smooth. I dunno."

scowls. How can he possibly get smoother than he is now? He's already the epitome of smooth! He grabs a beer to open and takes a few steps

closer. "Eva, baby, that's sounds like you're wantin' me to hit on you."

can also add that he has a highly inflated ego but that would probably just go all the way over his head. She crosses her arms. "You're

putting words in my mouth, honey. But what if I did, mm?"

calls it *confidence* and hey, if she was as awesome as him, she'd be the exact same way. He leans in and smirks. "Then I'd be putting more

in your mouth than words."

can't be as awesome as him man; no one can. Or that's what she would say, just to humour him. She smirks as well, head slightly tilted back.

"Yeah? I'd like to see you try." And fail. Imean,hi.

totally blanks. "Wait what. Really?"

nearly starts laughing. "Duh, of course not."

deflates and takes to his beer again. "Goddamn tease."

snorts, reaching over to an open box of chocolates on the counter. "Really. Really? What else did you expect?"

somehow manages not to comment on the excessive amounts of chocolate Eva seems to possess. He hoards beer. She hoards candy. They-

would both end up with potbellies if it were physically possible for nations. "You to swoon and fall into my arms?"

would point that out for him if he said anything - about hoarding beer. But she can't read thoughts yet, so she's happy just munching on a -

piece of chocolate. "Hey, I could do that." She shrugs. "It just wouldn't seem very authentic, y'know?"

snorts. "Authentic? That part doesn't have to be authentic. You can't fake the other stuff with me though. I'm too good!"

arches an eyebrow. "Are you, really? I wonder, hm." Goddamn tease suits her perfectly, yeah.

might go a little red in the face. That's his pride, woman. "Hey, I could prove it to ya. If you weren't such a fuckin' prude, I mean."

quite amused - well, up to the point where's she's called that. So she huffs. "Oi! I'm not a prude."

swallows the mouthful of beer he just got in a hurry. "Aw, fuck, yeah you are. I had to talk you into wearin' that one outfit, and all-

you were doing was sittin' pretty on the bed, not parading around downtown. Example one."

rolls her eyes - though deep down she'll grant him that. But still; stubborn. "Yeah but at least I wore it. Example two?"

doesn't have to think too hard. "You're resistant to pickup lines. Even good ones!"

... Dammit, he has a point, there. She huffs again. "Huh. You have a point there." She pauses. "But I thought you liked a good challenge?"

"I *do*! Just not at the expense of my dick. Make me food."

snorts. "It's for a good cause-- and no. Don't feel like it, boy."

about to raid her refrigerator, but that stops him short. "...a good cause? Blueballing me is for a *good cause*? Which one, the

save-a-ho foundation?"

doesn't mind it if he raids the fridge - there are leftovers and it spares her the trouble of cooking for him. "Hey, no; Ididn't mean it

like that." she shakes her head. "Tell your ego that I'm sorry. Or your dick; whichever."

return to that then, and probably make a mess in the process. "Why don't you tell my dick you're sorry? I think you owe it an apology.-

A really long, sincere one."

try her best to force him to clean up that mess, then. Never mind that she will probably end up doing it herself. "Oh boo, should I

kiss it better now that I'm at it?"

up on food. He'll just steal a piece of her chocolate off the counter. "You should. Tongue kiss it. That'll make it perfectly better."

...how the hell do their conversations always wind up so dirty? This is like surpressed sexual tension or something. Yeah, totally.

's going to let him get away with stealing chocolate this time. Be thankful she didn't flip and go off on a bitchrant about having to ask

first. And hey, some people talk about politics, others have dirty conversations. Perfect way to bond. "Yeah, let me think about it. No."

would listen to her rant, then take another piece just because. And he has no politics and would only get bored listening to hers anyway.-

"Think harder. ...hah, harder."

won't bother, precisely because of that? If her complaints are to fall on deaf ears, she'd rather shut up. Usually. She rolls her eyes. -

"... You're so immature. You know that, right?"

grins and attempts to pinch her cheek. "And you love it, I know."

tries to bat his hand away, huffing. She doesn't put much effort into that, though. "Oh yeah, totally. Here, let me proclaim my undying love

for you." And then she just attempts to flick his nose. Yeah, proof of love, can't you just tell.

flinches a little, more out of surprise than pain. "You're going about it totally the wrong way."

sticks her tongue out at him for a second; yeah, that's mature alright. "Am I? Then *please*, teach me the proper ways, oh mighty one."

rolls his eyes. "Well firstof all, you're too damn far away. You gotta get right up close."

humour him, for the sake of it. She steps closer, bringing another piece of chocolate along. "Better?"

humour him, for the sake of it. She steps closer, bringing another piece of chocolate along. "Better?"

smirks. "Bribing me with that? Even better. Now, you gotta look straight at me, all deep in my eyes and romantical and shit." He'll help

with that by reaching up and moving her chin.

snorts, but she'll leave out that it's for her, not him. But oh hey thanks for that; watch her pull an adorable smile like she probably saw

in a movie or something. "Like this?"

trying his best not to crack up. Really. Ignore the grin. "Exactly. Now go ahead and tell me how wonderful you think I am, how you can't

picture yourself with anyone but me, how attractive I am, how awesome I am at everything. Y'know, basic stuff. Go ahead."

can't tell him that seriously, you know. See, she nearly starts laughing right then. "God forbid my brother ever hears that. But ah.." She

pauses, trying to look serious. And failing, for all she's worth. "Prussia. *Gilbert*. You handsome, nay, perfect nation I think about

every single day." Hold on, this could be more theatrical. "How I wish you could hold me in your arms and take me away from all these

brutes and-" And what; she's not that creative. "You truly are, as they say, awesome. And how I love you so." Wait, wait-- okay there,

she didn't laugh. { lol SORRY I can't even-- }

*does* laugh; there's no way he can't. He never thought in a million years that the poor girl would actually comply. Hold on, if they're-

getting theatrical, he's going to grab her around the waist and practically squish her to his chest. "Oh Eva, *darling*, love, light of my-

fuckin' life. *You complete me*."

could have just punched him instead, you know? But that would be slightly unpleasant, mostly for him. Oh wait, wait, don't mind her-

apparent surprise, it's either that or she'd laugh-- no, wait, she's laughing now, too. Good job, Gilbert, good job. "Oh! That's much more-

than I'd ever hoped to hear." ... Ha.

nuzzles the top of her head. "You can hold on to me if you're gonna start swooning. Now you gotta follow that up with a real-

romantic kiss. A *good* one."

wraps her arms around his torso like she's hugging him. Yeah, she'll swoon alright. Well, no; she snorts. "Don't the guys usually do that?"

totally there to support her if she gets overwhelmed by all this masculinity. "Uh. Yeah, okay!" Hey. He's usually the girl in these-

situations. Leave him alone and concentrate on him trying to make a move.

's totally going to have that happen to her, yeah. And see, now she's smirking; yeah, that's almost kind of cute of him. Almost. "Well?"

makes a face. "Aw, shut up." Here, see? He's going to attempt to demonstrate a romantic kiss. And *not* laugh.

can at least grant him that he's not that bad. She would show him a nice, romantic kiss but she's trying not to laugh at his boldness.

never bad! Here, look, he'll get serious about it and try harder.

wouldn't know, you know? But hey, sure thing; don't mind her hand on his hair. Success, Gilbert, she is not laughing now.

would grin if he could. As it is, he's pretty satisfied with this part. Trying to back her up so her back's against the refrigerator seems

like a totally logical thing to do next, too.

would also find it logical to get him to stop that, but that's kind of out of her mind right now. He better enjoy the fact she's complying,

right now; it doesn't happen all too often.

very much enjoys it, probably more than he should. He'll thank her for that later. This is enough for right now though, so he pulls back-

just a little bit. Just an inch, enough to smirk while getting his breath back. "Eva, do you rent or own?"

's face is probably a few shades redder than she hoped, but that seems perfectly understandable right now. Which doesn't mean she doesn't _

want to wipe that smirk off his face; well, maybe when she regains her breath. "I don't own, sweetheart."

rolls his eyes. "*No*, you're supposed to say rent or own *what* so I can say those wings, you angel."

snorts. "My apologies. I meant rent or own *what*. Better?"

huffs and lets go. "No, no. You've ruined it now."

him a blank stare. "You've gotta be kidding me."

stares back. "You did. Make it up to me."

confused, now. "H-how?"

shrugs and crosses his arms. "I dunno. Better figure it out. You totally hurt my feelings

."

huffs, reaching over to the closest box of chcolate. She all but shoves it in his face. "Eat some sweets; put a smile on that face."

sticks his tongue out. "Beh. You get that quote off a Hershey's commercial?"

rolls her eyes. "I was being sincere, actually. But hey, 's your call." She picks a piece of chocolate and shrugs. "If you don't want it.."

actually pretty selfish with her chocolate. Don't expect her to share too often. "Guess I'll have to find another way to make it up to you."

can't resist chocolate bait. He does have a pretty bad sweet tooth. So he'll take that piece she has and pop it in his mouth. "Yup.-

Candy ain't good enough."

arches an eyebrow, seeming somewat amused. "It's not? What else d'you want then?"

would actually settle for beer, but he's not saying. "Dunno. Guess."

would think he can just go get it. He did bring beer, after all. But oh well. "Boy, I don't guess. You should know that."

just grins. "Make me a sandwich, for starters."

snorts, staring up at him with her hands on her hips and everything. "Tell me honestly;" She smirks. "Do you expect me to actually do that?"

looks at her very evenly. "Of course I do."

kind of laughs at that. "Riight. You can do that yourself. And make me one, while you're at it."