Hello. This is my first story I have posted on and I really hope people will like it. Most of this story will be following Gilbert and the other characters he is around. I was going to write accents but I was to lazy and some accents can be quite hard to understand. Sorry the chapter is short, I hope to make the rest of them a bit longer.

UPDATE: So I decided to rewrite the chapters again and I finally got around to do it. The chapter is longer and has more detail in, so please enjoy!

I do not own hetalia or any of the characters involved.


Gilbert's POV

I was never a big fan of boats... or ships...or anything that involved transport and water. The way they rocked on the water makes me feel unstable and sometimes quite sick. So my current situation is quite bad because frankly am on a cruise ship. Now you are probably thinking why the hell is this awesome specimen on something he despises. So let me tell you a short story. My little bruder, Ludwig has a major fear of flying and being the awesome big bruder I am, I have spent years trying to get him to go on a plane. Or rather, take sometime off on work to go on holiday with me. The reason Ludwig is terrified of going in the air is because 10 years ago our parents were killed from a terrorist attack on a plane they were on when coming back from a business meeting. I felt like Ludwig needed a break from his job and I also really wanted a holiday, so I asked him to come with me. The reason I asked my bruder and not my friends, is because I don't have any. I was always picked on as a child mainly because of my awesome appearance and the fact that I have a medical condition called Joint Hypermobility Syndrome (JHS). It means that I can bend most of my joints in some strange way, most people who have Hypermobility call it double jointed but I have something more serious. JHS is more painful than Hypermobility and my joints can easily be injured, so things that would not normally hurt people could make me dissociate my shouldering or sprain my wrist. When other people would come and pick on me my little bruder would always be there to stop them or if he was not there he would find them and show them not to bully a Beilschmidt bruder. Most of the time they would just continue because my bruder was smaller than most people in my year but when he had a huge and I mean huge growth spurt the bullies stopped. So I will do everything to repay my bruder for all the help he has been.

The sound of glass clanking, cheering and singing is basically all I could hear and have been hearing for the past four hours. Being German or rather Prussian if we see a bar we need to taste the beer to see if it is at our standards. The bar was rather large with a pool table at the right hand side of the room and a darts board near by, there was also various casino games. Circular tables were all around the room but most were filled with drunks and a few had them sensible friends who decided not to drink so their friends would not fall overboard. Sadly or rather gladly my bruder and me are not them type of people and we think if your body accepts the alcohol with open arms then let it take you where it wants to. The bar it's self was rather large with lots of variety of alcohol and some really friendly faces. There was quite a lot of people sitting on stools around the bar since there was quite a lot of room so if anyone accidentally bumped into you it was just ignored, no apology or anything, you just continued doing what you were doing.

I grabbed the glass in front of me and gulped down the rest of the contents, shouting to the barman for two more.

"Just make that one," a deep voice with a thick German accent said from the side of me.

"Huh, West! Don't take my beer from me, I'm not even drunk yet! I'll set the awesome Gilbird on you." My little yellow friend flew in circles around my head like it was a race car circuit. "See he is warming up."

"Gil I'm not taking your beer from you, I'm going to bed and you should consider going too. We have been up since three in the morning." He stood up, stretching his arms and legs before before turning around and heading for the door.

"But it's only eleven and the beer is sure to keep you awake," I yelled to him before he reached the door.

He turned around and smiled at me. "You have always been a strange one bruder but I'm tired so goodnight." He continued waking and when he got to the door he turned around again. "Oh and don't forget your bird this time I don't want to go though that commotion again."

"Hey! It's not my fault he fell asleep on my shoulder and fell off." I complained but he was already gone.

"Still want that drink?" The barman asked.

"Yeah please. After my bruder abandoning me in a bar, which is so not like him, I think I need it."

The man laughed, placing another pint glass filled with alcohol in front of me. He held out his palm I and dug my hand around in my jeans pocket trying to get the right amount of money to pay for my drink. After I found some change I handed it to the barman and happily sat and drunk my beer.

"_"

After three more beers I decided that maybe I should listen to my bruder more. When the last ball fell into the socket, I handed my pool stick to an excitable Italian, who wanted someone to teach him and another Italian, who I presume was his brother but was less excitable and more grumpy. I started to walk towards the door, slightly stumbling a bit from the alcohol in my system. I walked with my head down trying to see where to put my feet next and accidentally bumped into something. I stumbled back slightly from the impactand the alcohol, I looked up to see what had got in my awesome way.

A man about the same height as me rubbed his arm, most likely where we collided. He had blond hair, with a strange flick at the top of his head and bright blue eyes, just like the sky on a cloudless day. Thin glasses covered them, making them look even bigger then they were. His large smile looked like it was something that was always plastered on his face.

"Oh sorry dude, I wasn't looking where I was going," the man apologized, his voice quite strong with an American accent.

"It's fine my awesomeness doesn't mind and it was also my fault."

"Sorry about walking into you but a hero has things to do. See you around. Bye."

He ran off to one of the tables and started to shake the shoulders of another man with pale blond hair, who had his head resting on the table top. When the man lifted his head I noticedhe had strange purple eyes. He turned his head and caught my eyes, giving me a cold look. I rushed out of the room onto the deck.

The layout of the ship was quite simple to understand. The restaurant, bar and cafe were all on the middle floor, the floor with the main deck, pool and other outdoor activities. The higher up the cabin the more it cost to purchase and the lower the less. Since we didn't want to spend to much money we are on G3 which is three levels from the bottom or one level from the main deck. Other facilities were dotted around the ship and all were quite easy to find, but that might just be from the signposts everywhere. The main deck was quite large circling the whole outside of the ship it larger at the ends of the deck. Since it was only my first night on the ship there was every possibility that I would get lost.

I walked out of the bar, gladly getting away from the deep, cold looking glare I was getting from the American's friend. I walked along the deck basically hugging the wall of the ship to get away from the rain that was belting down on my skin. The cold air stung my eyes, making them water slightly as I walked. So much for the relaxing, warm holiday I was promised from the brochure. Oh well, hopefully it will brighten up tomorrow. The deck seemed slightly slippery from the cold rain that was beating against it. I heard a rumble or thunder and saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eyes from somewhere in front of the ship. Great thunder and lightning. What an amazing way to brighten up my day. I continued walking along the slippery deck, with a bad feeling growing in the bottom of my stomach. I sped up my pace so I could get to my cabin faster and so the feeling would hopefully disappear. When I heard the second rumble of thunder I knew something was wrong, the lightning went by so fast I barely even saw it. My face came in contact with the deck so fast I didn't even realise I was on the floor. There was a sharp crack shortly after the lightning and small pieces of wood and other materials went flying all over the place and me. All I could hear was a high pitch ringing that filled my ears. After about a minute it subsidized and I now got the joy of listen to piercing screams and shouts. I pushed myself off of the wooden deck and tried to get to my feet but just fell back down to my knees.

"DUDE, I WOULD EITHER HURRY OVER HERE OR STAY WHERE YOU ARE," a familiar American voice called over the screams and the rain.

I lifted my head and saw the blond American from before, he was pointing at something on the ground about five meters in front of me. My eyes drifted over to where he was pointing and I suddenly realised why people were screaming.

"A-are you fucking s-serious," I muttered starting at a huge crack in the deck which separated me and the American.

Waves violently hit the side of the ship making the crack grow larger, people ran around in chaos trying to get to the part of the deck with the most lifeboats. People ran into each other not even bothering to check who they bumped into, people shouted for lost family members but most of there calls and pleads were lost in all of the noise. A really tall man pushed through the crowds and reached the American. I realised it was the man with pale blond hair and cold purple eyes.

The American held out his hand and shouted over all the chaotic sounds, "SLOWLY COME TOWARDS ME AND GRAB MY HAND."

"Alfred, what are you doing? Let's go get on a lifeboat, da?" I could just make out what the other man said.

"No, I'm not leaving this dude, he might not be able to get to the lifeboats another way and I'm the hero, I have to save people. HURRY DUDE, GRAB MY HAND!"

"There is no way to get him over the crack, let's just go." The man started to pull the American away.

"Ivan let me get this dude," he pull his arm out of the larger mans grasp. He held out his hand for me again.

"I'm sorry, I need to get my bruder," I stood up and ran towards the stairs that led down to our cabin. I heard the American shouting for me to stop and come back. That is when I heard a huge shattering noise, like the ship had just cracked in half, and that is almost what actually happened. I felt myself fall to the ground for the second time in less that five minutes. Wow, so not awesome.

Then...that's when everything went black and the screams and shouts started to fade.