Deutschtalia - Der Stuhl

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Deutschtalia – Der Stuhl
Gilbert never thought that he would ever love a dining chair, but damn, Roderich had the coolest ones! “Gott, Roddy! Where did you get these? You normally have ze stuffiest taste in shit, but those chairs are awesome!”

Roderich beamed, puffing his chest out with pride. “I bought these beauties at auction. Elizaveta was with me at ze time und said that ze bird designs would go perfectly in ze dining room.”

Gilbert had a dreamy expression on his face as he thought of Roderich's wife, whom was incidentally Gilbert's childhood friend. “Good ol' Lizzie. She has awesome taste.”

“Ja, I have to admit, ze bird designs were not mein first choice, but ze mahogany und gold trim looks exquisite! In fact,” the Austrian sidled over to his grand piano and swapped around his music sheets. “I was inspired to write some music from ze colour scheme und ze interlinking patterns of birds und vines.”

Gilbert lounged on one of the chairs, simply letting Roderich's melody fill the room. It was a very beautiful tune. One that was so cheerful and relaxing that Gilbert was lulled into a peaceful sleep.