Gilbert had a problem. He had been to every bar with in a five mile radius, and still wasn't drunk. Not getting drunk wasn't his problem, no, it was the fact that nobody noticed him long enough to get drunk. Every bartender he met today completely ignored his existence, or if they did notice, it was never longer then a couple of beers.

Stupid bartenders! I have been going to those bars for years now, how dare they not notice the awesome me? Gilbert thought to himself. He had woken up that morning in a sour mood. First off, his annoying alarm clock went off way to early by his standards. After slapping the snooze button multiple times, Gilbert had decided to get out of bed and get ready. When he realized he was out of toothpaste and shampoo, he had given up on trying to look nice and just got dressed in some random clothes off his bedroom floor.

Down stairs his house mate and younger brother was cooking breakfast. "Hey zere little Bruder!" Gilbert called, knowing Ludwig hated being called 'little'. Oddly enough though, Ludwig didn't turn. Actually, he hadn't done anything, just continued to make breakfast as though nothing happened. "Ludwig? Hello, Bruder?" walking over and clapping Ludwig on his back, Gilbert got the younger nation's attention. Startled, Ludwig almost dropped a frying pan holding eggs. "Ah! Oh, good morning Bruder, I did not hear you come down." Ludwig slid the eggs on a plate, added some sausage and toast, and then handed it to Gilbert. Gilbert snorted.

"Yeah, noticed. You didn't even flinch when I said 'little Bruder'!" He tried to put off like he was mad, but really he was upset. Ludwig seemed to notice this and his gaze had softened. "I am sorry Bruder,"

"No it's fine. Thanks for the food."

Now, three or four hours later, Gilbert just wanted to get drunk and couldn't. Ah, I'll just have to get used to it, he thought to himself while ruffling his soft, silver hair. Not really paying attention, the former Prussian nation tripped over something – or was it someone? "What zhe hell?!" Gilbert looked down to see a flash of very, very, dirty blond hair. Crouching down, Gilbert noticed that he had indeed tripped over a person. Confused, he pushed aside some of the hair to see a young woman's face, specifically Canada's face.

"Canada? What's she doing out here like this?" Gilbert unconsciously took in the woman's appearance: dirty blond hair tied in her trademark low pigtails, baggy stained pink shirt, and loose stained blue jeans. No shoes, Gilbert noticed with a grimace. As his gaze returned to the woman's face, he saw she was asleep – and her glasses were cracked. Ah man, she looks like she been through hell. I'm taking her home. With that thought in his head, Gilbert picked up Madeline – bridal style – and carried her, unnoticed, back to his house.