Yes, yes, I know. Many of you want me to update my other story I have already going. The thing is, I would love to. Really, I would, but I lost the page the first third was written on… I think I know where it is. It may be in one of my many folders. I'll look for it later, but for now, I am going to be focusing on writing Hetalia fanfictions~! I am really trying to get my muses back, and I've come to the conclusion that this is the best way to help me. Not only that but the Death Note fandom has kind of died, and I want to help bring back Hetalia from the brink of dying with it. If not stop its death, then help slow down the slow take over of a disease commonly known as 'smut'. Yes, the lovely smut that we all love. I'm going to be working on getting RID of it while still keeping the romance/relationships. Many say to me, "But you need the physical part of the relationship!" No, you don't. Really, you don't, and here, I am going to write how using two of my favorite characters, Gilbert (or Prussia/East Germany) and Antonio (Spain). Enjoy~
.:An Unheard of Way to Love:.
"Tonio~!" came a loud, boisterous voice from the Spaniard's doorway, and a grin immediately came over the called man's face. Covered in flower—for he had been making churros earlier—he turned to look at his friend who was peeking in the door.
"¡Mi amigo!" Antonio said pleasantly, turning away from the batter and sugar-cinnamon mixture to grin at the albino in the doorway. The German smirked and laughed, coming inside as if the house were his own—which, if anyone who knew the two were asked, everyone would say it was just as much Gilbert's and Francis' as it was Antonio's. "¿Comó estás?" the dark skinned state asked, attempting to dust the white powder off on his pants with no prevail.
"Kesesese~ Ich bin gut—Oh, are you making churros?" Gilbert walked over to Antonio, peeking into the oven to see the already-cooking delicacy. As much as he loved his German food and had great pride for it, he could not deny that his friend could make churros that would bring even the best man to his knees, begging for some. Antonio would always share before it got to that point, though.
Antonio nodded and smiled at his friend. "Of course~! Roma came by earlier and asked if I'd had any made. Sadly, I had to say no, but I promised to make some for him later." Ruby eyes flashed over to the male who was well known to be oblivious and sighed as
the rumors of how the state of Spain never noticed what goes on around him were once again proven to be true.
"Ja? Vhy ist Lovi special?" he asked, his tone and body language completely teasing, though he was inwardly hurt at the special treatment that the southern Italian got.
Antonio's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No, no! It isn't that at all!" he protested, flailing just slightly and causing a cloud of flour to surround him. Gilbert couldn't help but laugh at the comedy of it all and grabbed the Spaniards arms.
"Relax! I vas joking!" East Germany said with a grin, watching as Toni immediately did as told and calmed.
"He just… asked me to make them. I wasn't doing it just for him," the man said in a forlorn voice.
Gilbert sighed, shaking his head as he grinned at the other. "Ja, I know~ I vas just teasing! How 'bout you finish up here, and then we can hang out and eat churros? Maybe even bring some over to Lovi later, if you want." Antonio immediately brightened and nodded, turning back to the unfinished creations of his churros.
Glancing at his pale friend, he said, "Do you want to help~? It'll make it go by much quicker."
'Ello, lovelies~ Enjoy my first chapter of this. Yes, poor Gil. I have come to realize that he's always so abused. Oops. ^^;; If you look at pictures/in fanfictions, he really is always the one to be picked on. It shall change. I will change it. :determinedface: Anyway~ Enjoy the first chapter! ouo I shall update soon...I hope. =w=;;