"Is your refrigerator running?"
You blinked, looking at your cell phone in confusion before replying, "Uh, yes?"
"Then you better go catch it!" Then, the person on the other line hung up, making you frown. Well, that was a dumb prank call. Suddenly, a plan hatched in your mind and you smirked, dialing up Gilbert as payback.
Within one ring, the recipient answered. "Yo, wassap?"
"Hello, is this Gilbert Beilschmidt?"
"Uh, yeah. Can't you tell by my voice?" He laughed. "It's a pretty sexy voice, isn't it?"
"Sir, we have been getting calls about some strange noises coming from your house at night. We're kindly asking you to stop whatever it is you're doing so late at night to keep the peace of your neighborhood." You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing out loud and ruin your cover.
Gilbert was silent for a minute before shouting, "God dammit, who hears that!?"
"You're not dying; you just can't find anything to do."
"Ludwig, you don't' understand. You always have things to do, and then there's me. I'm a loner with no job or anything to do, considering you won't let me go in the kitchen to bake." You sighed in defeat.
Ludwig put down the newspaper that was covering his face and deadpanned at you. "You're the one who almost set fire to the whole kitchen two weeks ago."
"That was one time!" You threw your arms in the air. "Can't you just get over that!?"
"No, because if you burnt down my home, we'd be forced to live with my older brother. And I'm not doing that." He turned back to his newspaper.
"What about going to bed?" You slowly sat up from the ground, glancing over at him.
"[Name], dear, it's only three o' clock."
"Well, that doesn't mean we can't do other things." You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively at him, and you could have sworn you saw his cheeks tint a red color.
"Y-You're just joking with me." He coughed into his fist, trying to regain his posture.
"Nah, I could never lie about something like that. Especially if I know you want it as much as I do." You casted a grin in his direction, in which caused his face to turn brighter. You knew you had won this battle when he set the newspaper down and walked over to you, picking you up bridal style and planted a kiss on your lips. Oh, you were going to be busy tonight.
"Wouldn't you like to have something better than pasta for once, Feli?" You frowned at the Italian man beside you, who was currently flipping through a family recipe book for one on pasta.
He shook his head, not picking his head up from the book. "Of course not! Anything that's not Italian is gross!"
You frowned and took the recipe book away from him, which followed by many complaints from him, and you looked through the book yourself. All you saw were pasta and pizza recipes. What a surprise. "Feli, do you seriously only have pasta recipes in here?"
Feliciano blushed a bit, shifting around nervously. "W-Well
There is one that isn't exactly pasta
You looked up at him, handing him the book for him to show you. "Really? Then prove it, Feli!"
He gulped quietly and slowly turned the pages, finding the recipe that wasn't "exactly pasta". He found it and handed the book to you, which you took almost immediately. "Gnocchi?"
He nodded, but still looked a bit nervous. You looked at him in confusion, taking a second glance at the page and went wide eyed. Oh, that Gilbert is going to get it when you see him next.
Gahaha! [Name] and Feliciano had a total make out session at Tino's Christmas party last year!
"Kiku, what's your favorite Pokémon?"
"My favorite Pokémon?" Kiku thought about it for a minute before saying, "Pikachu, why?"
You nodded in agreement, looking back down at your DSi. "Then, what's your least favorite Pokémon?"
That would have to be Jigglypuff, honestly. What does this have to do with anythi-?"
"Kiku, your Jigglypuff is one of the highest level Pokémon you have." You looked up slowly at him, confusion plastered on your face.
His face heated up as he began to stutter and try to explain himself. "W-Well, t-that's because I
"It's the other way around, isn't it?"