It was a normal-ish day. Elizaveta had broken into Iggy's house and was looking at yaoi on his computer. Roderich had come over as well and carried his piano there with him. The great and awesome Gilbert was there, too, but it was a mystery as to why. It was probably because Elizaveta was there.
After a while of talking about politics and schieB, a fight began. Gilbert's awesomeness had started it.
"Mein gott!" Gilbert yelled at the aristocrat. "Did you honestly sink zat argument vas better zan my awesome vone?"
"I did and it vas!" he shot back. He began pounding on the keys of his piano. "Zis is how I express my hatred toward you!"
"Nein!" Gilbert grabbed Roderich by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall with extreme force. "It definitely vasn't better zan mine!"
"Wie war es nicht?! Vhat you said didn't even make any sense! At least my statement actually meant something!"
Elizaveta gripped the handle of her frying pan tightly. "Shut ze hölle up! Bos of you!"
Both of them shut the hölle up and looked at the angry Hungarian tomboy.
"Put him down!"
Gilbert dropped Roderich and he nearly fell on his face.
"Now apologize to each ozer right now or I vill end you bos!"
"Was?!" Gilbert demanded.
"Nein," Austria protested. "Nie!"
"Do it," Elizaveta growled. "Or else I vill Maka-chop you in half!"
The two men were silent.
Elizaveta raised her frying pan. "Vell?"
They remained silent.
"I VILL MAKA-CHOP BOS OF YOU IN HALF IF YOU DON'T JUST APOLOGIZE TO EACH OZER AND DROP ZE ARGUMENT!"
Glibert looked at the ground, swallowed his pride, and mumbled, "Entschuldigung."
Roderich still refused.
Roderich glared at her. "Nein, nie!"
Elizaveta Maka-chopped Roderich in half.
And he exploded.
Next, Gilbert laughed.
And Elizaveta hit him with her frying pan.
Then she took a nap in Roderich's piano.