Title: Love for Sale
Fandom: Hetalia(alternate dimension where they aren't actually countries)
Theme(s): Romance, angst, comfort
Pairing(s): PruCan, FraUK, SpaRom, GerIta, and RusUS(because I'm sadistic like that, k?)
Summary: A little nightmare here, a bit of sucky job there, and you have a whole Gilbert! But let's not forget his oh-so-adorable soul mate; Matthew! What started out as a simple house sale might just blossom into a budding love, as the handsome real estate agent falls head-over-heels for his gorgeous blond-haired client.
Author's Notes: I love PruCan. It's my OTP and it probably always will be. As a disclaimer, you've probably heard it all before, I don't own Hetalia, nor the characters portrayed in my 'FAN'fiction. I simply had a devious idea, and now I'm putting it to the test. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Chapter 1: Meet and Greet
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening! Everything, everyone.. Burning right before his eyes. They did this. They had warned him, had told him this would happen. He wouldn't listen, but he would now. He had to listen now, he had nothing left. Everybody was gone, dead. He was empty, hollow. It was all his fault...
Gilbert awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright off the couch, a hand outstretched and the other fisted tightly at his chest. Red eyes wide, he slowly got his bearings, taking a shuddering breath as he pushed the outstretched hand into his face.
"Scheiße.. Another one of those nightmares." he whispered to himself, shivering slightly. He couldn't remember if he had screamed or not, but judging by the sudden thump of footsteps coming down the basement stairs, he had. He waited as the door was opened and the form of his younger brother stood in the doorway.
"Bruder.. Are you alright?" Ludwig's voice was concerned, and Gil couldn't help but smile. He turned to face the blond, passing it off with a grin.
"Ja, I'm fine. It must have been a ghost or something. Startled me, is all. Just go back to bed, Luddy." his voice seemed to mask his feelings, which made him mentally breathe a sigh of relief when the other nodded a bit and turned to leave. He laid back down, listening to the door close and the footsteps as they slowly receded back upstairs. With a soft sigh, he curled in toward the back of the couch, eyes drooping shut. He really needed to stop reading those creepy-pasta things before sleeping.
The next morning wasn't much better on the albino. All day, he had been drowsy and ill-tempered, knowing that most of the people who knew him would blow it off as a hangover. He hadn't had any alcohol for almost six months now, which surprised even him. Those nightmares had been worse when he tried to drink them away, so he had stopped drinking all together. He had just dozed off again at his desk at work when a heavy hand fell on his shoulder and caused his eyes to flash open and his body to jump instinctively.
"Hey, Gil, I.. Whoa. You look like shit, man." the voice that met his ears caused him to groan as he looked back to find his Spanish co-worker, Antonio, looking quite worried for him. He gave his signature grin, which automatically made the naive man smile back, and laughed.
"You don't look that great yourself, Toni. Rom giving you hell again?" Gilbert couldn't help but snicker at the perplexed look on the man's face.
"Don't joke about that. But.. yes, he is. I don't understand why, though."
"You rarely do." Another voice joined the mix, a tall, long haired blond man leaning over the side of Gil's cubicle with a grin on his face. The albino sighed softly, though returned the welcoming grin.
"What's up, Francis?"
"Oh, the usual. I met an interesting petite dame last night. She is quite the cute one!" Gilbert made a face and then laughed.
"Knowing you, she's probably a tranny prostitute." Toni commented, a crooked grin on his face. Gilbert laughed even more, to which Francis responded with a phrase in French that he didn't catch. It wasn't long before the other two were laughing along, though, and then the sharp tap on a wooden stick hitting the cubicle wall interrupted their fun.
"All of you, back to work. Shoo!" the blond man spoke with a clear British accent, pushing a set of glasses up further onto his nose with the stick. Gil couldn't stand to look at the guy- didn't he ever trim those damn eyebrows? And he seriously needed some contacts. He looked dorky in those glasses.
"Si, boss man!" Why did Toni sound so.. Mexican here?
"Oui, mon cher." Ew. Did Francis really see something in Mr. Kirkland?
"Ja, ja. Don't get your panties in a bunch." he mumbled, sighing and waiting for the others to clear off. He groaned softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He really needed some sleep. Right as the thought crossed his mind about skipping the rest of the day, the telephone rang. He cleared his throat and answered quickly, repeating the business phrase.
"This is 'Kirkland Real Estate', where we make the magic in finding you the perfect home! Gilbert Weillschmidt speaking."
"Oh, y-yes. Hello. I had c-called about a small home several days ago. Am I still s-scheduled to see it today?" Gilbert had to look through his records before placing the voice with a name, raising a brow.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Williams."
"Can I see it now, then?" Damn, he sounded excited.
"You know what, I'd be more than happy to meet you there and show you around. I've been to the place myself, and if you're as.." he paused, thinking of several words in his mind before choosing something easy, "..adorable as you sound, then I think you'll like it." Gilbert grinned when he heard a slight intake of breath on the other line. He couldn't help it, he liked picking on the clients.
"R-Right then. I'll s-see you t-there." He heard a sound as if the man was about to drop the phone, sliding back in his chair to stand as he hung up once hearing the click. He grabbed his coat and hurriedly went for the key room, passing over several until he found the one he needed. This might actually be a fun sale!
A few blocks away from the house he shared with his two brothers, Gilbert was surprised to find the waiting house to be not that far away. It was actually within walking distance, now that he thought about it. He parked his car, a cobalt blue sports car, and stepped out to make a once-over of the house and yard. The man hadn't shown up yet, so he took the liberty of walking up the steps to the raised porch and unlocking the door. He actually did like this house, and had always hoped it would be bought by someone who knew how to take care of a goddamn place.
He was still lost in thought when a cautious hand tapped his shoulder, making him blink and glance back. His eyes went wide, staring down at the most adorable thing he had ever seen. Blond, medium hair reached the shoulders, a perfect French wave to it with the cutest little sprig of hair sticking out in front with a tentative curl. A gorgeously round face, pink cheeks, amazing blue-violet eyes framed by a pair of glasses. All that in the face, he was even more astounded by the fact that this man had the sweet curves of a woman.
"Um.. e-excuse me, are you.. Mr. Weillschmidt?" the man asked, forced to gaze off from the heavy scrutiny. Gilbert blinked, shaking himself out of the former trance, and gave him a beaming smile. He was definitely going to like this guy.
"Call me Gilbert, I'm not big on formalities. Yeah, I'm a real estate agent, but that doesn't mean I'm a total stick-up-the-ass kind of guy." With a laugh, he opened the door to the house and motioned the blond inside. "You're going to love the place."
"Ah.. Gilbert, t-then. I'm g-glad you were able t-to show me the house today, eh? I've been n-needing somewhere a bit bigger t-than my last." he spoke, edging past Gil until he was inside the living room. "...Holy maple."
Gilbert gave another beaming grin, easily putting the accent to a Canadian-French area. And by the sounds of it, he already liked what he saw of the house. Eagerly, he went into the details of the property, showing him all the different rooms and then the large fenced in backyard. He couldn't help but enjoy every minute he was spending on this one sale, continuously saying a few things here and there to make the man blush. After a good hour or so, he stood on the front porch, locking the door. He turned to face the man, still grinning.
"You really seemed to fall in love with the house. I'm surprised you called this 'small'! But seriously, why do you need such a big place, if it's just you?" Gil tipped his head to one side, arms casually in his pockets. The man gave a slight smile, seeming embarrassed by the question.
"Well, y-you see.. I love animals, and I recently got a p-permit.. And I needed a place for.. my new polar bear cub.." he glanced back at his car(and Gilbert noted it was also a sports car, a beautiful cherry red but built for luxury instead of speed) and pointed to a spot of white in the backseat. Upon a closer look, Gil recognized the thing to be breathing, and he let out a whistle of amusement.
"So you like bears, Mr. Williams?" he asked, glancing back at him again.
"Ah. All animals, really. And p-please call me Matthew. I'm not r-really used to being called 'mister'.. aha.." Matthew gave a weak smile, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Gil grinned again, extending his hand. After a moment, Matthew took the hand and they shook in an official greeting.
"If you like, we can go down to the office and you can complete the paperwork. Because I can tell already that you're not letting this place go." With a chuckle at the man's surprised look, Gil motioned to the cars. "Well?"
"I suppose so. I do have the money on hand.." Bingo!
"Then allow me to escort you to the office." Gilbert jingled the house keys in his hand with a smirk before taking the front steps two at a time, practically running to his car. He heard Matthew fumble with his keys as he slid into his racer - as he called it - and started up the engine. After several moments, they had pulled out of the drive and the albino was on his way to making possibly the best sale of his career.
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