Author's note: This was done in a Role Play with me as Prussia and Austria, and my good friend Linnéa as Germany.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and it's characters are © Hidekazu Himaruya. I just wrote a story about the characters.

Rating: This story is rated M for a reason. This multi-chapter story does contain Yaoi (gay sexy times) language, alcohol use, war, and mention of the Nazi party.

"Oi! VEST!" was all Ludwig could hear across the room, even amongst the shouting, obscenely loud and drunk Germans in the bar. It was the weekend, and of course, it was packed with enebriated idiots basically. Ludwig kinda went there to get away from his annoying brother Gilbert, but like always, his brother found him one way or another...

Ludwig set aside the woman in his lap and put down his beer mug, wiping his mouth. "Ja?"

"Vest! Guess vhat!" Gilbert shouted as he crossed the bar, making his way to his brother. "Guess vhat!"

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Vwhat?"

"Francis gave me some photos!" Gilbert declared as he handed an envelope to his brother, grinning wildly. He couldn't wait to see the look on Ludwig's face when he saw them.

"Mein Gott, what now..." He said, pulling some of the pictures out. His eye twitched slightly and his mouth open, like he was trying to find words, but stumbled. "..H-how did you get these..?"

"I told you! France gave tzem to me!" The Prussian grinned as Ludwig flipped through the photos, amused by his brother's face to no end.

Ludwig put the photos back in the envelope, clearly displeased. He shot daggers at his brother, as if ripping out his throat was required to enact vengeance..."Gilbert, get these away from me. BURN THEM."

"Vhy? I tzought you'd be amused to see silly photos of Mr. Priss."

"Ja, but..ze're of ME TOO!"

"Oh? Are tzey?" Gilbert made a curious face and flipped through them again. "Oh, Ja... I guess they are... KESESE! Vest, you look ridiculous in tzose patched boxers!"

"Gott, please kill me..." Ludwig whispered to himself. "Look, I'm going home. Thanks for ruining another night for me..." Ludwig grabbed his jacket and laid the bill on the bar counter.

"Oi! Don't be like tzat Vest! Come back!" Gilbert followed him towards the door. "Come on! Bruder, it's just a joke!"

"If you have any care for me in ze vworld, you'll destory zose."

"Aww, come on Bruder, Tzey're funny!"

Ludwig blushed and stormed his way outside in the cold.

Gilbert struggled with his coat a moment before following Ludwig. "Come on Ludwig!"

"Bruder, just let me go home! I've had enough humiliation for one evening!"

Gilbert stopped in his tracks, and watched his brother walk away. "Well fine tzen! Just go!"

"Fine! I vwill!" He proceded to storm off back home through 4 inches of snow, no car of course. He couldn't drive with as drunk as he was. There was no way he could make it alone though.

Gilbert had gone back into the bar for a few minutes, before his conscious got the better of him and he went back out to find Ludwig. "Bruder? Bruder? Oi! Vest! Come back!"

Ludwig was huddled in all his winter wear, but he was still shivering and shuddering under all the clothes. The alcohol had only kept him warm for a little while. The physical effort of trudging through the frost had him worn down quickly.

Gilbert was jogging along the route back to the house, looking for his brother. He really did feel bad about what happened, and he was going to find him and apologize.

Ludwig took a break and sat down next to a streetlamp. It was aronud 1 in the morning, according to clock in the town square. He had lost most of his energy by now.

A few minutes later, Gilbert reached the square, looking around and nearly missing the shape beneath the lamp. "Bruder? Are you here Vest?"

"Ja," his voice echoed from way down the street.

"Bruder!" Gilbert shouted as he headed towards the voice in a jog, straining to find his brother in the snow. "Vest!"

"Here!" his hoarse voice emitted mist in the cold air.

"Ludwig!" Gilbert shouted and ran as he spotted him. "Don't go off in the snow like that again!" He scolded his not-so-little, younger brother as he got close.

Ludwig really wanted to punch his brother, but he knew he himself was stupid enough to go out in the cold like that, drunk of all situations. "Can you help me home, please?"

With a heavy sigh, Gilbert put his hand out to his brother. "Ja, Of course I'll help you home Bruder."

"Danke, bruder..." He stumbled to get up because of the sleet under his worn-down boot tread.

Gilbert hoisted him up, trying to make sure they didn't both go down. "Bitte. Let's get you home." Gilbert said, pulling the other's arm around his shoulders, and wrapped his own arm around his waist for support before starting the walk back home.

They finally got home, Ludwig a drunk cold mess. This wasn't the first time this had happened. "Help me up to bed, huh?"

Gilbert frowned and sighed. "You need to get warm before you go to bed, Bruder."

"I'm so tired..."

"Oi! Nein! Take a warm bath!" Gilbert insisted as he dregged his heavier younger brother up the stairs.

"Ahhh..." he groaned in displeasure like a child refusing to do something he didn't like. "Lemme get my clothes off.." Ludwig swerved and almost fell over trying to take off his shoes and jacket, nearly knocking the lamp off the table.

Grabbing his brother to steady him, he took him by the shoulders and sat him down. "You're like you vere vhen you vere a child when you're drunk. Sit down und let me help you!"

Ludwig sat down down lazily in the lounge chair, tossing his head back.

Sighing, Gilbert reluctantly helped his inebriated brother out of his clothing.

"Can we hurry this up, bitte?" Ludwig's words were slurred heavily now.

"I'm trying Bruder, but mein hands are still cold."

"Hey, hey.." He was starting to laugh for no reason. "Y-you should-you should totally get in the tub with me like you-you -hiccup- used to"

Gilbert flushed and looked up at his brother from working on the boots. "You're not a child anymore Bruder."

"Nein, really. Y-you said you vwere c-c-cold...You should...try it with me." Ludwig pointed his finger waving it as if he were making a point.

"I'll pass. I'll bathe after you're in bed." Gilbert said, yanking the other's boots off.

"Y-you sure?"

"Ja, I'm sure." Gilbert raised his eyebrow at his brother, trying to ignore his drunkenness before a crash came from the kitchen. "Shieße... Wait here Vest, I'll go see vhat's going on down tzere." With that Gilbert ran downstairs to check.

"Huh..ok.." He sat in a drunk daze, mouth agape.

A few minutes later, the Prussian comes back up the stairs, shaking his head and carrying two cups of hot coco. Handing one to Ludwig, he sipped his own. "It vas just Priss being clumsy and refusing to turn on a light."

"D-danke..." he tried to reach his hand out to grab the cup.

Sitting his own cup down, Gilbert helped his brother with his chocolate. "I'm going to have to help you into the bath, aren't I?"

"Prolly.." Ludwig snickered and giggled stupidly.

With a feigned groan, Gilbert helped his brother up and dragged him to the bathroom before helping him with the rest of his clothes after starting the water running.

"H-hey, I'm n-naked, aren't I?" He laughed again with his tongue hanging out his mouth.

Shaking his head in bemusement, Gilbert just chuckled. "Ja, you are."

"Make me warm..bath time.." by now, Ludwig sounded more of a dumbass than Gilbert did at this level of drunken behavior

"Just get up and get in Ludwig." Gilbert said flatly, staring at his brother, wondering if he ever got that stupidly drunk.

Ludwig finally got in the tub, thank Gott. It took him a while, but he got in.

Gilbert took a seat next to the tub, deciding his brother was so drunk, he'd best not leave least the other drown.

"You don't have to s-stay. I won't drown.." he mumbled, making boat noises while playing in the water.

"Nein. After you walking off into the snow, I'm not going anyvhere." Gilbert said, letting his head fall back against the wall.

"You worry too much."

"You're a stupid drunk."

"And y-youre -hiccup- a stupid stupid face..."

"Vhat? My face is AWESOME!"

"Ja, y-yuh heard me! I didn't sss-studderrr!"

"You're stuttering now."

"Get me another beer, beer frau! HA!"

"Nein! No more Bier tonight! Tzat's vhat got you lost in tze snow!" Gilbert raised his voice, but couldn't keep yelling. He'd honestly gotten scared looking for Ludwig earlier, especially when he found him sitting alone in the freezing cold.

Ludwig reeled back and crossed his arms, pouting. He stuck out his tongue. "You're no fun."

"You almost froze. Just warm up and get to bed Bruder." He scolded. "Don't scare me like that again."

"I scared you?"

"Ja! You stumbled off into the snow. Und I found you sitting in the freezing cold! How tze hell am I supposed to feel vhen mein bruder does sometzing so stupid, eh?"

"I-I'm sorry.." He was drunk, but he could still feel remorse for his actions.

"You'd better be!" Gilbert glared at him. He'd raised Ludwig to be smarter than this.

"I want out now," Ludwig ordered.

"Nein! You're still shaking!" Gilbert folded his arms and continued to glare at him.

Ludwig splashed water at Gilbert and laughed like a devious little boy. "You're wet!"

Gilbert didn't even try to shield himself from it and ended up staring out from behind wet bangs. "Und you're drunk, cold, and wet."

"Uh-huh. Your point?" Ludwig splashed him again. "I want out. I'm hungry.."

Gilbert let it happen again. "Stop shivvering, und you can get out."

"I'm n-not...I shouldn't have t-to do anything you tell m-m-me.."

"Tzen get your drunk ass out of tzere yourself."

"Fine. I vwill.." Ludwig grabbed the sides of the tub and tried to push himself up, but it was futile. He just fell back down and splashed more water out onto the tile floor.

With a sigh, Gilbert got up and shook his head. "You're hopeless." With that he handed Ludwig his hot coco again. "Here, drink. It'll help you warm up." With that, he grabbed his own in an attempt to warm himself.

Ludwig sipped from it, still flustered, but he'd probably be too drunk to remember it in the morning. "Can you help out of the bath...please? I'm exhausted."

Gilbert shot him a look. "Nein. Just sit and relax for a minute."

"But I'm tired. Bruder."

"I know. But you're still shivering." Gilbert put a hand on Ludwig's arm, and shook his head. "At least slide down a bit and warm up your body."

He gurgled under the water as he slid down, chin-deep, still ticked he wasn't getting what he wanted. Ludwig was starting to progressively warm up. His shaking ceased and his skin turned from a cold pallid shade to his normal complexion.

Gilbert kept an eye on the drunk german in the tub, making sure he didn't drown, and nodded as his complexion came back. "Feeling better?"

"Jawohl. Much better." He was starting to sober up, too. "I want to get out. My skin's pickled and I'm tired."

With a sigh, Gilbert nodded. "Okay, Let's get you out." He grabbed a towel, and pulled the drain stopper.

"Danke, finally.." He wrapped the towel around his waist as he stood up and got out of the tub. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Late." Gilbert said flatly. He was getting tired himself, and had missed out on the drinking almost entirely.

"I have a guest coming over in the morning. Scheiße!" Ludwig looked at the grandfather clock at the end of the hallway. "It's 6 am! Fick She'll be here in 2 hours!" He fled to his room and almost tripped on the floor runner getting there.

Sighing and going after him, Gilbert grabbed his brother's arm. "Ludwig, go lay down. I'll pick up."

"I can't. She'll be here and-" he couldn't heard that much in the distance of his room while he was panicking trying to find something nice to wear. "No time for sleep!"

"Vest! Oi! Stop a second! Vhat do you need done?"

"Get the maids to have the tables set und the dishes put out - um, oh! get them to start cleaning up around the house as clean as clean can get! I vwon't have anyzing dirty. Und tell them to cook something Italian up. She doesn't care vhwat. Just somesing!" He was hurridely putting on his vest and combing back his hair.

"Okay, can do." Gilbert said, waiting for the moment Ludwig went into his bedroom, slamming the door on him, locked it, and propped it closed with a chair "I'm sorry Vest! Take a nap!" Gilbert shouted as he went to work on what needed to be done.

"You arschloch! Open zis verdammt door VRIGHT NOW! I AM NOT A CHILD! GAHHH!" He banged and banged on the door until his fingers hurt and the sides of his hands were red. Eventually, he gave up and plopped down on the bed.

Gilbert ignored the shouting and instructed the maids to do the same as they worked, and set about making sure Austria was pre-occupied with something so he'd be out of the way and not trying to get between Vest and Feliciana.