A/N: Long time fan, first time writer. Excuse the crappyness this fic will most likely have and I hope you can find it in you to leave me a review with tips to help me improve. Okay then, let's get this thing going!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't even own a copy of the manga or DVD -sobs-

A white-haired man with crimson eyes kept walking past the tattoo parlor. Every now and then he would reach for the handle, only to pull away at the last second. This had been going on for about 30 minutes, much to the amusement of the people who were sitting outside of the café across the street.

'How much longer do you think he'll keep reaching for the handle?' One of the customers asked the bartender.

'Until the owner notices him and either drags him inside or kicks him towards us ,' he said laughing as he gave his customer another beer.

'I think we're about to find out, the owner is coming out!'

'Oh man, this is gonna be good!'

The crowd at the café watched closely as a large, muscular man with ash brown hair (gelled up to look like a tulip) wearing jeans and a black tanktop came out of the parlor and stared at the smaller albino. They saw the white-haired man back away at first, but then he composed himself. He stepped towards the owner and they seemed to be talking. The owner nodded and they both walked inside.

'What, that's it? Just a talk and a nod? Henk, you promised us a show! I'm disappointed!' Another one of the customers said with a mock hurt look on his face.

'Like it's my fault Johan decided not to be a prick today. He did deliver last week though,' Henk the bartender said with a huge grin on his face as he remembered that incident. That had been quite the show, he even had to call the police at one point to make sure things wouldn't get out of hand. It all worked out in the end though, and he, Johan, the guy he almost pulverized and the police had a drink at his café afterwards.

'I'm sure Johan will tell us all the details tonight. Have some patience until then.'

'This way please,' Johan said as he guided the albino towards his office. 'Would you like a drink?'

'Ah, no, I'm good,' he said as he sat down. He stared around the office and noticed a bunch of certificates and trophies. There were also photos with the owner and random people. The way they were displayed made him think that the people were probably celebrities of some sort.

'So, you gonna tell me why you kept pacing in front of my parlor the past hour or are you gonna stare around my office some more?' He could just hear the smugness in his voice. Whatever, he didn't have time for this. If the guy won't help him he'll just find someone who will.

'Look, I need a good tattoo artist and I heard you're the best in town. But if you're going to be a dick about it I'll just go somewhere else,' he said angrily as he got up. He wanted to make a dramatic exit with slamming doors and everything, but Johan prevented all that by grabbing his wrist and pulling him back in his chair.

'How about you tell me what you want first and I refuse before you make your dramatic exit?'

'Fine,' he huffed, crossing his arms. 'I want a tattoo on my chest. Over my heart to be precise.'

'Let me guess. A big red heart with a sash that has "Mom" on it.'

'What? No! Let me finish, will you? I want the Prussian Eagle!'

'The Prussian Eagle?'

'Yes! Here, I'll show you.' He rummaged in his pockets until he found his wallet. He opened it and gently removed and old photo. 'Be careful with it, it's the only one I have left with my grandpa on it.'

Johan nodded as he took the photo in his hands and looked at it. It was an old black and white picture. A man in a decorated military uniform, standing next to someone who he presumed was the man's son? Friend? Fellow soldier? They were holding a big flag between them; a thin black stripe on the top and bottom, with a huge black eagle in the white center.

'So that's the Prussian Eagle, huh? I can't really see it that well, but from what I can see it looks nice. Is the man in the uniform your gramps?' He asked as he kept staring at the picture.

'That's my great-grandfather. The guy next to him is my grandpa. This picture was taken before they went to enlist my grandpa in the Prussian army.'

'I see. Okay then. I'll have to google a for a better picture for reference and then we can get started.'

'So you'll do it?'

'Sure. I've never tattooed a Prussian Eagle before. It'll be a challenge,' he said with a grin as he handed the photo back. The albino pretty much beamed with excitement. He put the photo back in his wallet and looked at the tattoo artist.

'Well then, since we're about to do business it's only natural that I introduce myself. Johan van der Meer, tattoo artist extraordinaire,' he said, reaching out his hand.

'Gilbert Beilschmidt, Prussian extraordinaire,' he replied as he shook Johan's hand, still beaming. Maybe he could fulfill his promise after all.

A/N: So much for this part. I failed you, Gilbert! You didn't get to say 'awesome' once in this chapter! Forgive me! You can be the awesomely obnoxious Gilbo we all know and love in the next part! And Johan! I don't know that much about you (even though I'm Dutch myself) because Himaruya refuses to give you more spotlight, but I probably messed you up too! -bows head in shame-

Hoped you all still liked this, and a review with some pointers would be greatly appreciated.