~Note: Gilbert is Prussia~
Basch cleared his throat and stared sternly at Roderich. "And that would be?" Basch stated while standing his ground. A long silence followed this statement along with a lot of glares.
Roderich broke the silence first and leaned in for a hug, but was abruptly pushed away by Basch. "W-what are you doing?" Basch exclaimed with a shocked tone of voice. "Please tell me that's not what you came here for..." "No that's not it at all." Roderich paused and scratched his head. "Gilbert will not stop pestering me!!" Basch grabbed Roderich's arms and began shaking him. "Pull yourself together!! It seems as though you've learned nothing from me! Honestly, your pathetic! What was it this time?"
Basch shouted angrily. "Well, I lost another battle with him and he decided it would be a brilliant idea to humiliate me even further with a painting of my defeat. It's a glorious piece if I do say myself though. What am I going to do Basch?" Roderich said slumping down to the floor slowly. For a moment Basch stood next to the man in complete disappointment. "Your such a child, always have been. As a child you couldn't seem to do a blasted thing. I always had to step in for you and solve your problems. The day our bosses chose to separate us, was the greatest day of my life. Your an adult now though, for God's sake! I can't always come to you aid. Can't you handle this on your own?" Basch spat. "No no... Your right. I've never been able to battle well... Even with all of your training... I'm sorry... For causing you problems and everything. I'll... I'll get out of you hair. Good day Basch." Roderich adjusted his clothing and gave Basch a solemn nod as he walked out of the house and closed the door behind him. Basch stared at the door in shock. 'What had he just done?' He thought.
"Big brother?"
