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Zephyr here! I'm officially obsessed with PruHun...I'm making my first multi-chapter PruHun fanfiction. I think I'm officially obsessed with these two. Anyway, I came up with this a few nights ago and I'm pretty sure I haven't found a similiar story on . This probably won't be over fifteen chapters if I add a sub-plot that I'm thinking about adding, but I'm hoping it'll be fun to read. That being said, let the deadly tale begin!

Gilbert drop-kicked the box, sending it flying across the living room to the front door. Red eyes scanned the room, surveying the product of the last hour of work. The couches were arranged around the room in a strategic manner that would allow him to be in constant view of the TV, the gaming consoles and various games were placed around the TV and the mountain of DVDs had been placed in a DVD shelf nearby. Everything was in its place and Gilbert was happy to say that he was finished.

"I'm finished, bruder!" Gilbert called to his brother, who was finishing up in the kitchen.

"You're sure?" Ludwig called from the kitchen. "You haven't left anything at my place, have you?"

"Even if I did, it wouldn't matter." Gilbert shrugged as he sprawled out on one of the couches. "You live in the next building. It's not like I'll never see it again."

"Fair point." Ludwig said. "I wish Feliciano could have been here to see you off."

"Gott, you make it seem like I'll never see you again." Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Where is Feli, anyway?"

"He's at work today." Ludwig replied. "He said he might stop by later if he gets off before it's too late."

"He never seems to care about the time whenever he calls me." Gilbert said with a sigh.

"When is your room-mate showing up?" Ludwig asked.

"She'll be here around lunch." Gilbert replied. "I'm a little confused as to how they grouped us to be room-mates, too."

"It was a random draw, Gilbert." Ludwig said. "This'll give you a chance to meet new people."

"You're always saying that, bruder." Gilbert said.

"Well, I should get going. I have to meet up with Lovino to give him all this cardboard." Ludwig said as he came into the living room with an armful of cardboard boxes in his arms. "You're sure it's okay if I take this?"

"Knock yourself out." Gilbert said with a nod. "Why does Lovi want it, anyway?"

"He said Antonio wanted it." Ludwig said. "Didn't he say anything about it to you?"

"Nothing, no." Gilbert shook his head. "Ah well. Antonio's one to keep secrets."

"Well, I'm off then." Ludwig said as he made his way toward the door. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Ja." Gilbert nodded. "Thanks for helping out, Ludwig."

"Not a problem" Ludwig said. "I might stop over later if that's okay. I'd like to meet your room-mate sometime."

"Fine by me." Gilbert said.

"Do you know what her name is?" Ludwig asked.

"It starts with an E, I think." Gilbert frowned. "Ellen? Eliza?"

"You'd better learn to remember it, bruder." Ludwig said as he started to walk out the door. "I'll see you later, Gilbert."

"Later, Ludwig." Gilbert nodded.

Gilbert forced himself off the couch and made his way into his bedroom in search of his box of portable games. While he'd unpacked the important things like plates and bathroom supplies, Gilbert had yet to unpack his clothes and things for his room. He had several movie and band posters that he wanted to put up in the living room, but he figured that he'd see what his roommate wanted to put up. He didn't want to do anything to make her angry on their first day living together.

His bird didn't seem to be too happy with the arrangement of the bedroom. Gilbird was constantly flitting back and forth between bedposts kept glaring at Gilbert in annoyance.

"I'll be better when I finish unpacking everything in here." Gilbert told the bird, who glared back at his owner.

He had just finished setting up the lava lamps in his room when he heard the front door open and footsteps in the living room. Apparently she was there a little early.

"I'll be out in a second." Gilbert called as he shoved the box back under his bed.

Walking out to the living room, Gilbert found a girl with light brown hair moving boxes into the apartment. Every now and then, her eyes would look over a particular part of the room as she found a place to move the boxes.

"You're Elizaveta?" Gilbert asked, remembering her name when he saw her.

"I guess you'd be Beilschmidt, huh?" she laughed. "Yeah, I'm Elizaveta. Gilbert, right?"

"That's me." Gilbert nodded. "Do you have any more boxes to move in?"

"Just two more, I think." Elizaveta said.

"You pack lightly for a girl." Gilbert said as he walked outside to bring the last two boxes in and set them on the couch.

"Yeah, it's kinda nice." Elizaveta shrugged. "And before you ask, I only have two pairs of shoes."

"Why would I ask?" Gilbert frowned.

"Because most guys think that most girls have a million pairs of shoes." Elizaveta explained. "The fact that I only have two surprises most people."

"What's in the other boxes, then?" Gilbert asked.

"Clothes, books, gaming stuff." Elizaveta said. "I have some plates and other silverware, too. I wasn't sure if you bought some or not."

"I guess we'll be prepared, then." Gilbert said as he sat down on the couch. "My brother gave me some of his silverware and stuff like that when I moved in today."

"You have a brother?" Elizaveta asked as she sat down next to Gilbert.

"Yeah, Ludwig." Gilbert nodded. "He's in the other building, so I know pretty much everyone in this complex."

"I guess that comes in handy." Elizaveta said. "Anyone I should know about?"

"Well, Roderich has his own place upstairs and my brother and his room-mate, Feliciano, are in the other building across the street. Tino and Berwald and their son, Peter, live next to them." Gilbert rambled off. "As for this building, Francis and Arthur live across the hall and Antonio and Feliciano's brother, Lovino live next door. Ivan and Yao are living next to them. And upstairs next to Roderich are Matthew and Alfred, who are brother."

"That's a lot of names to remember." Elizaveta said warily.

"I hang out with Francis and Antonio all the time." Gilbert said. "You'll get used to seeing them. But don't tell Lovino that Antonio likes him."

"Romantically?" Elizaveta arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Gilbert nodded.

"Well, I won't say anything." Elizaveta said. "I'll probably forget all about that."

"It'll get easier." Gilbert said. "I've been hanging out with these guys my whole life, so I'm used to them."

"I'll do that." Elizaveta smiled. "In the mean time, I should probably start unpacking."

"Unpacking is so unawesome." Gilbert sighed. "Want me to help you out? All I have left is the stuff in my room."

"That would cool, yeah." Elizaveta said. "By the way, is there a communal bathroom or do we each get our own?"

"As awesome as it would be to have our own, we have to share." Gilbert said. "That's not a problem, is it?"

"As long as you clean up after yourself, it won't be." Elizaveta said. "Girls are actually much worse to share bathrooms with than guys."

"I find that hard to believe." Gilbert threw her a skeptic glance before he started carrying the boxes of kitchen implements to the kitchen.

"It's horrible." Elizaveta shuddered.

"I guess I'm just used to a clean house and bathroom." Gilbert said. "My brother cleans all the time. It's kinda ridiculous, actually."

"At least the house is clean." Elizaveta pointed out as she unpacked some coffee mugs.

"That's true." Gilbert shrugged.

"Man, I could really go for a beer right now." Elizaveta said. "We should probably go to the grocery store at some point today. We don't exactly want to be without food."

"Ja, you're right." Gilbert nodded.

"What was that?" Elizaveta frowned.

"Oh, was that German?" Gilbert asked. "My bad. I'm so used to speaking German with my brother, so it sometimes slips out in normal conversation. It drives Francis crazy."

"Well, I'll do my best not to start speaking Hungarian, either." Elizaveta smiled, standing on tiptoes to reach the top shelf.

"You can speak Hungarian?" Gilbert asked.

"Igen." Elizaveta nodded.

"Does that mean yes?" Gilbert asked.

"Yep." Elizaveta nodded.

"It sounds cool." Gilbert told her as he sorted the cutlery into the proper drawer.

"I used to get teased in school because my accent was different." Elizaveta explained.

"That sucks." Gilbert said.

"They stopped when I beat someone unconscious." Elizaveta grinned.

Gilbert's eyes widened as he said, "Seriously?"
"Yep." Elizaveta nodded.

"Remind me not to piss you off, then." Gilbert laughed.

"If we ever play video games together, watch out." Elizaveta warned him. "I can get quite angry."

"Can't be much worse than me." Gilbert said. "My brother, Ludwig, had to stop me from throwing the XBox out of the window."

"I've actually done it." Elizaveta said as she finished unpacking the mugs. "How much more do we have here?"

"Just these plates." Gilbert said as he put some plates in a cabinet. "And we're done! It's a good thing I brought most of the stuff."

"Thanks for that, by the way." Elizaveta said.

"No problem. I had most of it anyway and Ludwig was trying to get rid of some stuff." Gilbert said. "I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry and don't feel like making lunch. Wanna go out somewhere?"

"That sounds good." Elizaveta nodded.

"Let me just grab my wallet from my room and we can go." Gilbert said.

Once he was in his room, Gilbert found his wallet underneath a pile of video game guides that Gilbird was sitting on. When he turned around to walk out of the room, he noticed that Elizaveta was leaning against the wall, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Gilbert couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about Elizaveta that drew him in. At any rate, she would prove to be an interesting person to live with.

I know it was a a kind of lame ending. I already have ideas for the next chapter spinning around in my head and I hope I'll be able to get it written down soon. Let's just hope I'll have time to actually do it. Wish me luck! Reviews equal love!

Next chapter: Gilbert helps Elizaveta unpack and learns quite a few things about Elizaveta that he never would have guessed.