Emil leaned back in the chair and let out a deep sigh. "Hey, Gillen. How is it living in the same mansion as Luciano?" He asked with a sly grin.
"Something so terrible, I wish I wasn't immortal." Gillen said with a dead expression.
After uttering that sentence Flavio, Oliver, and Emil just looked back at him with a very concerned look. "H-Hey. If you have any problems, just make sure to open up to us, we won't judge." Flavio coaxed the depressed(?) male.
Gillen just facepalmed. "You guys are idiots. I don't have depression okay. I'm just tired of living with Flavio's evil incarnate brother for so long."
"Hey! Luci isn't that bad. He can just be very grumpy sometimes. I remember when he was so small. He was absolutely adorable! I wish he could stop working so much! I'd love to force him to stop for brotherly bonding! That would be-" Flavio's rant about his brother was drowned out by the concerned whispering from his friends.
"The poppet needs therapy, hands down." Oliver deadpanned.
"True, true." Emil and Gillen said at the same time.
"Therapy would be the best option, he's clearly delusional." Gillen brutally remarked.
"F in the chat" Emil said. Gillen simply shook his head.
"A condition like that does not deserve the respect." He said.
"I know." Oliver said.
"You know I heard all of it." Flavio cried. "I thought you guys were my friends! Andres is the only one that isn't so mean!"
"I'm sorry, Flavio." Oliver coaxed him. "We're just worried about your... Um... Brother complex."
"It's not really a brother complex. I just love him very, very much. Is that such a crime?" Flavio whined.
"Lies..." Emil whispered. Gillen hit his fist on the top of Emils head and muttered words angrily.
"Shut up. We don't need him to spout any more of his delusions." Gillen whispered under his breath, calming down until Emil tried testing him.
Oliver looked at Flavio in pity as the two countries bickered in the background. "I feel bad for you, poppet." He said, shaking his head.
Flavio pouted and pointed a finger at Oliver, Gillen, and Emil. "I feel bad for all of you! I'm sure all of you are still virgins, yo-you... uhh..." He searched his mind for a good insult to call them but he came up with nothing.
"You got nothing, huh?" Emil stated smugly.
"All of you, Including me, are major disappointments that shouldn't even be living right now. Now shut up and stop acting like a bunch of babies." Gillen shouted at the children.
"Self burn..." said someone, too much of a pussy to say it to Gillen's face.
"Now how worse can the day get?" Flavio chimed in.
A voice ringed out from the hallway. "Where the f-"
"Enough said. I'm leaving." Emil calmly stated picking up Sir Puffin. Before the angry Italian burst into the room, the four left out of the window.
"Where are those idiots?!" Luciano yelled to no one. In a second Lutz looked through the doorway.
"Outside." Then he left to ... somewhere. I don't know, don't look at me.
