"Shit dude, you're supposed to have my back! What the fuck are you doing?" The screen in front of him went red before it trailed of into a 'you have been deafeted' screen. Alfred raised his controller in hand, as if ready to throw it, before bringing it back down into his lap. He wasn't about to bust another controller, and this one was his last spare. If he busted this one, he might have to cry at his own ability to brake every controller he had when he lost. After a second of noticing the other really wasn't making any movements to be seen from the corner of his eye, he drew his attention from the game and looked at the other. "You are not texting. Oh Hellll no. You're not texting. You where texting and that's why I died? Really? Fuck you, bro."
Gilbert flipped his cellphone shut with a snap and finally looked up to the screen telling of a given defeat, before looking over into very aggravated and annoyed blue eyes. "But I was texting people! ...And you said you had my back and I died too so you didn't, you un awesome liar."
"You only died because I died because you weren't watching my back so you're the liar, not to mention, I. Fucking. Died." Alfred roared.
God dammit, he would have had someone else team up with him if he knew this was going to be the case. Who the hell was he texting anyway? "Who the fuck are you texting anyway? Tell them you where shot and can't message them back." Alfred repeated his thoughts out loud before checking his headshots made and changing out his weapon for a new one he had just unlocked, Gilbert soon doing the same.
"Someone." The albino answered, completely oblivious to the blondes last command. That, or just blowing it off. Fuck him, the awesome Gilbert doesn't take commands. ... Unless, you know, he had to.
"Someone you're fucking?"
Gilbert heard the cockiness in the others voice. He scoffed. "Fuck off, dude. Don't be jealous."
Alfred gave a sharp laugh. As if someone like himself could be jealous. Alfred F. Jones doesn't get jealous. He could get someone he wants, ANYONE he wants. Everyone loved him.
Gilbert set in his weapon change, a 'ping' sounding from the screen as he did so.
"Your fuck friend, text 'em telling them to stop texting. I want to get through this mission, so do it. Now." The blonde commanded once more. He was going to get this level done. Oh, he was going to accomplish this level even if the one next to him was no longer of the living kind.
"Stop being a whiny bitch, and I already did so, so shut up. Now," Gilbert laughed. His eyes locked onto the screen of the television as he started another game, "you better not fucking die on the awesome me." he added. Mr. pretty boy hero better keep his eyes ope, because he would not be saving his ass.
"As if I would ever, I'm pretty sure that you're goin' to be the one having to worry about that."
And so, the most epic video game battle ever began to take place, followed by screams, Manly screams, that is, by the nights progression when one died, leaving their partner to take out their enemies alone. So much for either ones word.
-xxx-
Just down the street, another gaming fight of the Call of Duty type was taking place in a much similar fashion.
"Abel, are you going to put down that phone or am I going to have to pry it from your filthy fingers? Maybe I'll butcher 'em off instead." A very menciangly, irritated voice spoke up beside the spiky haired Dutch. FUCK.
HA.
The Dutch boy looked over and Grinned a bit manically himself getting in the others face. A stare down was eminent.
"If you do that, then who would you find to team up with, hmmm? You fucking suck at COD, Mathias. YOU. FUCKING. SUCK."
They glared at each other, matching shit eating grins plasterd upon their features. They where going to show each other that they where better than the other. Whatever cost.
"Zombie. Nazies. NOW. We'll see who sucks. I win, I get your stash. And Bragging rights... For a month."
With a slight hesitation, that was stuff was his baby, he had to think about it for a second, he replied. "...Fine. If I win though, I get that pretty little axe you love so much."
"Of course. I'll be winning anyways so I have nothing to worry about. You on the other hand... Better be prepared to hand over all of your hidden stash. I know you have a lot more than you ever let on. You do a shit job of hidding it."
With a new found determination to beat one another and win the others loves, both peeled their glaring eyes off one another and set forth to their game.
So, I may have been playing rainbow Vegas with my sister (My previous game died off into oblivion). I also may have been ready to kill her on numerous occasions because of her texting her boyfriend when she thought it was 'safe'. LIES. GODFREAKINGDAMMIT. YOU CANT DO THAT. ITS NOT COOL. Come to find out the next day, that her bf was also doing the same thing my sister was doing to me while playing the game, to his friend. I proceed to yell at them both. :x
As for the way the charchters where set up, I don't know, bros. Abel is just going to be Netherlands.
This will just be a whole bunch of random AU one shots shorts. More likely based on obnoxiousness, and random fun time idiocy. Hurrah!
NOTHING OF HETALIA WILL EVER BE MINE. I disclaim any ownership of these little buggars.
