"Should we really be doing this?"
"Relax! West's Wurst is the best in the world! Kesesese!"
isn't that stealing?"
"Not if it's your own brother! And besides, the first batch is the best!"
What we are witnessing here, is (Name) (Surname) and Gilbert Beilschmidt talking about the outcome of getting their hands on some of Germany's famous Wurst. He usually made lots of them, about fifty a batch. He only kept the rest, and donated the first batch. Mainly, because it really was the best, and he didn't want his brother eating them all.
Eventhough (Name) really wasn't a Wurst-eater, she still couldn't resist getting some, which is why Gilbert talked her into this.
"How much longer?" She asked the red-eyed nation. "Not much. Just a bit, we'll have to wait until West leaves for his morning run."
Yes, they did get up at five in the morning. It was the only time besides World Conferences where Ludwig was out of house, and obviously, he couldn't make Wurst when he was at a meeting.
The front door of the Beilschmidt house opened, revealling said German, who left with Italy in tow. The sleepy Italian was still struggling, but soon gave up to the will of his best friend.
"Now's our chance!" Prussia exclaimed. "For Wurst, and for The Awesome Me and his Frau!"
With that, he swung (Name) over his shoulder, and ran for the door.
"Heeey! Gil, let me down!"
He did so after getting into the house.
"Search everywhere you could store food!" He ordered. "The freezer, fridge, storage, anywhere!" (Name) nodded, and together, the two started raiding the kitchen. And they weren't very subtle about it, leaving evidence here and there.
A look at the kuckoo clock on the wall told Gilbert that they didn't have much time.
"(Name)! Schneller! We only have twenty minutes until West comes back!"
"I'm doing my best already, but there's not even the hint of Wurst here!" she was rummaging through one of the cupboards. Her hands feeling around the wooden piece of furniture, until her hands grasped a small piece of paper.
" (Name) read out aloud. "It's from Ludwig! He's going to kill us!" she panicked. "And look at the kitchen! It's one big mess!"
Gilbert slapped his forehead. "Of course! His little fridge!" The Prussian grabbed (Name) by the wrist and pulled her upstairs. Once he slammed Ludwig's door open, he pushed her towards the small, white fridge in the corner. It was locked, and even chained.
"You're good at picking locks, aren't you, Frau?!" He questioned. "Yes, at it!"
(Name) took out one of her bobby pins, and started working her magic.
Gilbert was pacing the room impatiently.
got it!" "Remove the chains! NOW!"
(Name) had never seen Prussia so antsy before. His moves were shaky as he pushed off the heavy metal chains off of the fridge. Upon opening, his face fell, though.
No Wurst. Just a little note.
"Trying to steal Vurst again, are ve, Bruder?" Ludwig stood in the door, arms crossed, and a deathglare on his face. His steely blue eyes seemed even colder than usual.
"Ah! West! Nein!" Prussia yelled. "We were not!"
"Zen vhy is ze fridge open?"
"You vill clean up ze kitchen too, I hope you understand zhat. And it's you alone, Bruder."
" Ludwig came up to repeatedly poke Gilbert's forehead. "You must have talked (Name) into zis. So you vill clean alone."
Gilbert sighed. "Fine
Prussia stomped out.
"I'm sorry, (Name). He must've been a zhing to handle." Ludwig apologised.
"It's okay. I'm fine." (Name) replied.
Italy, as always, randomly popped up, totally oblivious.
"Veeee~ don't worry, (Name)! I'll make you some pasta!"
(Name) laughed. "Sounds good."
She maybe didn't get Wurst today, but she did get Italy's delicious pasta, and a chance to tease Gilbert for being a cleaning lady.