THIS IS AN UPDATED VERSION CAUSE THE OLD ONE SUCKED.

Lonely Day

Chapter 1

Pairing: Prussia x South Italy

Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz, I only own the idea of this fic.

Gilbert leaned his chin down on the window sill, looking as bored as he was feeling. Looking outside his window, he glared at the snow that was piling up outside. Stupid West, going over to Italy and now the stupid snow storm made him stuck here in this big empty house.

"Thank you so much, Bruder, I just really wanted to be alone in this stupid giant house of yours." He muttered sarcastically as he got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking out of his room as he headed for the kitchen.

"And why is it so fucking cold here?" He hissed as he glared at the fireplace, muttering curses under his breath. He could imagine that stupid aristocrat and Hungary sitting in front of a warm fireplace, both probably having warm fuzzy blankets around them self and then they would lean into share a romantic and perfect kiss…

"Why the hell am I even thinking this?!" He yelled loudly into the silence of the house, not expecting an answer of any kind. Well, now he just felt even worse, the fact that he just dragged himself down to the point of actually yelling at himself out loud. Because of Austria and Hungary. Wow, this was a new low, even to be him.

He stared at the mostly empty fridge with a frown and then closed the door, sitting down on the floor with a pout on his face. Did West want him dead or was the lack of food in this house just a way to test him? He sighed and started to search through the kitchen cabinets in hope of at least finding a potato somewhere. He opened the last cabinet to find it filled with all sorts of pasta, raising an eyebrow he silently wondered when this had gotten there. Damn it, he should really start to pay more attention.

"I'm so damn hungry." Gilbert mumbled as the bird on his head chirped in a happy tune. "I have to make my own food…" He trailed off with a sigh as he closed the cabinet door, pasta didn't really seem very attractive to his stomach right now anyway, and it wasn't like he was any good at making it either. He turned to walk aimlessly around the house, having some hope that his stupid musclehead of a brother would be home any minute now.

"I wish I had my own Italy that could make me some delicious pasta." He said to himself as he tossed himself at the couch with a frown, picking up his scratched up camera. Still with the talking to himself, he really should stop doing that.

'Antonio is really one lucky bastard and he doesn't even realize it' He thought as he looked at a picture he had taken of the oldest one of the Italian brothers. Gilbert was sure he would be assassinated if Lovino ever found out he had this picture. Oh well, he felt it was worth it anyway.

Ever since he had first seen Lovino, he had known there was something about him. It wasn't before recently that the Prussian had realized what this feeling for the Italian were maybe something else than just friendly teasing. Love? Maybe, maybe not.

He shook his head, he wouldn't think about this. He didn't need anyone, he had already gone through this several times. He had decided to leave this alone, he knew better than to fuck up this almost-mutual-but-angry-but-still-pretty-nice friendship they got going on. Besides, from the look of it, Lovino seemed way to pissed off to ever have some sort of loving mututal feelings. No matter what Gilbert felt for the Italian, nothing could change the fact that Lovino were in love with his very own best friend, Antonio. And even though it mostly went unsaid, it was pretty clear that Lovino loved Antonio more than anything. There was something about all of this that bothered him a whole lot, but for now he would leave it as it is. It's not like he would bump into the Italian soon, anyway. One thing was for certain though, he was stuck in this cold house without proper food and he was sure he was going to die.

Maybe it was because he knew what the Italian had gone through that made him feel this way. Because Lovino had experienced the same kind of loneliness that Gilbert himself felt living in the shadow of his younger brother. By now he couldn't even count the times he had seen Lovino wanting to punch someone in the face, this being the countless times Feliciano was addressed to as Italy, while the older one of them only got the usual 'how's it going, Romano?'. He sighed deeply, shifting his eyes to the nearest window as his thoughts drifted into another pit of dread in his mind. Sure thing he was awesome, but that didn't mean he wasn't lonely. To the rest of the world he was just the ex-nation, without any land or people, what could possibly be the reason he was still around? Sometimes when he was outside watching all the couples walking past him, he would feel a tightening feeling in his chest. The same feeling that burned in his tired heart every time he saw Lovino together with Antonio. It was then it hit him, he finally realized that he was as dead as the others viewed him. It seemed he was around just to mess with other people lives, trying to forget the pain he hid behind his arrogant mask and drink away all the memories that made his heart sting. He would watch from a slight distance how his little brother would hold, hug and even kiss the cheerful Iittle Italian, only to yell at West later for going soft. It wasn't like he didn't like his brother being together with Feliciano, it was just to cover up his weakness for actually being jealous of him. Then again, admitting being jealous of his brother was as likely as wanting to make his own food.

He wanted a reason. He needed a reason to keep up his breathing. Even if it was only petty insults and swear words he had gotten from the older one of the Italian brothers, it was all he needed to think he was still needed around. He used to think that he didn't need love, and as he thought back to all he had done over the centuries he concluded that he didn't even deserve to be loved. Who would love such an arrogant and self-centered person anyway? His heart tightened just by the thought of it, the returning feeling of being caged was something that was both familiar and terrifying. This is why he concluded that he wouldn't give up on the weird sort of friendship he had with Lovino, he was the only one who had bothered to open the cage after all.

The only thing Gilbert had failed to see about Lovino, was the look that he sent the albino when he was out drinking away his misery. Even if it was only for a moment, a look of understanding crossed the Italians face. And maybe, it was back then the mutual understanding dawned upon them.

He had fallen asleep on the couch when he woke up to find the fireplace out. He grumbled and frowned as he tapped over the cold floor to light the fire again, staring at the fire with an annoyed expression crossing his face. Good thing he hadn't been out long enough for the living room to turn into a freezer. He was just about to kick something in annoyance when he heard a loud thud from outside, a sound which made the curious bird on top of his head fly over to the door.

He looked up confused, wondering why someone would be out in the storm that was raging outside. Shrugging it off, he tried call the bird back, walking over to join his bird by the door when he heard another noise outside. Raising an eyebrow, Gilbert sighed deeply and tapped over to the door to check what the sounds were, growling as he opened it. Not wanting to let go of the warmth of the living room, he opened the door just enough so he could spot the person outside. Shivering as the cold breeze hit his skin, he blinked and returned to stare confused at the person standing in front of the door.

"Is my brother here?" Lovino sneered, glaring at Gilbert from over the edge of the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. This was met by a long moment of silent blinking before finally realizing that the Italian was actually standing in front of him.

"Uh…No? Your brother is at your guys place along with my brother. Hell if know if they suddenly decided to run off and get married, which to be honest would be a bad idea in this weather." He stated in an annoyed tone, knowing that mentioning their brothers together would just piss off the italian even more. It wasn't like he wanted Lovino to know that it was nice to see him, and the feelings were obviously not mutual as Lovino was about to stomp away muttering curses under his breath. This was yet one of those moments which he would refer to as bonding moment between the two of them, which was why he never called this a normal friendship.

"Where do you think you're going? It's not safe for you to be out in this storm you know." He called after him, quickly hiding the fact that he was worried about that little shit. Gilbert tilted his head as the Italian stopped and looked back at him, an expression he'd never seen before being on his face. There was of course mostly annoyance that was showing but for a moment he could swear there was something hidden in those green eyes. He had never seen Lovino like this, then again maybe it was just the weather but the look in his eyes seemed more distant, as if he had been crying for hours, making something t seem awfully off about him.

'Did something happen. He should have known his brother was at home with West. Why the hell is he standing around here for?' He silently wondered as Lovino had shifted his gaze to staring at the snow that was falling from the darkening sky.

"Why do you care?" Lovino suddenly muttered, glaring in direction of Gilbert. Even then the glare seemed to be filled with less annoyance than usual. Gilbert blinked several times before raising his eyebrow, sighing tiredly.

"Who said I cared? Maybe I just don't want the brother of my brother's beloved boyfriend to die in this fucking snow storm?" He crossed his arms almost childishly, of course Lovino didn't have to know that Gilbert just really wanted some company. "I would probably be blamed for it if you died anyway." He added, turning to walk back into the house when the shorter man shot forward and blocked the door, looking up at the puzzled Prussian.

"I don't want to be here, but I'm cold."Lovino huffed and walked into the house with a slight pout on his face, tossing his fluffy jacket somewhere on the floor.

"What crazy idea made you go out in weather like this anyway?" He mumbled as he sat down to get life in the fireplace again, which yet again had decided not to stay lit. It wasn't before he turned around to look at the Italian that he noticed that Lovino was shaking and his clothes were soaked from being a long time out in the cold weather.

Gilbert sighed and walked to his room, rummaging through his closet in hope of finding something that could fit the shorter man. Even though, to be honest, he thought Lovino would look adorable in an oversized sweater. When he got back into the living room, the Italian had settled with staring at the fireplace, having a weird sort of distant expression on his face.

"You can borrow some of my awesome clothes so you don't catch a cold. They're probably too big for you, but I think you'll look adorable anyway." He smirked, flopping down on the couch while his eyes never left the moody Italian. Lovino blinked before his expression changed from calm to beyond homicidal.

"Why would I even want to wear your clothes?" He hissed with a scowl. Despite himself, Lovino grabbed the clothes and decided to find the bathroom. Gilbert just shook his head, being more than pleased by now by the surprise visit from the angry Italian.

"I'm so damn hungry." Gilbert complained again, staring at the roof as he got an idea. He had lots of pasta in the kitchen, so that would at least keep Lovino from murdering him. Maybe he could even get the Italian to make some food for him, not that it seemed so very likely considering his mood. He was just about to complain again when he heard someone walk with light steps back into the room. Lovino had walked surprisingly quiet back into the room, though looking as grumpy as usual but now with a faint blush on his face. He tapped over to the couch with the dark red sweater hanging loosely down his shoulder, which was something that made Gilbert eye the spot of naked skin with hungry eyes, smirking.

"I was right, you do look adorable in my clothes." He grinned as Lovino sat down in the end of the couch, huffing loudly HHre refcn.

"Shut up, you perverted bastard. Don't get any ideas just because I'm wearing your clothes!" He yelled, blushing furious. Gilbert just smirked and scooted closer to the Italian, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm hungry." Lovino squeaked before he got to his feet and stormed off into the kitchen, seeing the Prussian still smirking from the corner of his eyes.

Gilbert sighed, deciding that if he wanted food he better not piss of the Italian too much. When he got to the kitchen, Lovino was looking around the room curiously, scrunching his nose as he picked up a book containing potato recipes. He quickly put it back where he found it and scoffed, shuddering at the thought of having to eat such disgusting food.

"There's not much food here, but it should be some pasta in the cabinet over there." Gilbert informed him, pointing in direction of the cabinet. Lovino frowned and looked at the Prussian, opening his mouth to say something but decided not to, focusing on making food instead. The pale man tilted his head, frowning in thought as he had expected the Italian to explode and yell at him as he usually did.

"Why did you come here?" Gilbert suddenly asked, walking over to the Italian so he was standing beside him. Studying him, he noticed that Lovino's face fell as soon as the question escaped his lips, that same hint of sadness yet again crossing his features. He felt he had do something, the urge to make that sad face go away clouded his brain and before he knew what he was doing he had cupped the Italian's face. He stared into those beautiful green eyes with a serious expression, as if it would solve all the world's problems. Lovino's eyes widened at the touch, looking slightly startled as he looked up at the albino with a confused expression.

"I…Was looking for my brother, I already told you that." Lovino mumbled, looking away from those red eyes that just seemed to look right past the façade he had put up. Gilbert frowned almost worriedly, sighing as something had be wrong considering the silence.

"Something tells me you weren't really looking for your brother. I would guess something else happened, but what do I know." He trailed off, resisting the urge to just steal a kiss from the obviously upset nation. Why would he even do that? The last thing he'd want to do was to upset him even more.

"I…Get away from me, you don't understand!" Lovino yelled, blinking away tears as he tried to look away from the Prussian man. Gilbert frown darkened as he was still cupping the Italians face, he was starting to get seriously worried what had happened by now.

"What is it that I don't understand? Of course I wouldn't know if you don't tell me." He growled down at the shorter nation, almost demanding to know what had happen so he could kick someone's ass.

A rare silence fell between them for a long time before Lovino looked back up at him, a torn expression forming on his face.

"Antonio…he-" Lovino mumbled, avoiding looking at the Prussian man. Gilbert snapped his hands away from the Italian, feeling as someone had just thrust a knife trough his heart. Of course it was Antonio, they had probably had a fight again and the Italian was most likely feeling guilty for throwing a tantrum. He sighed, of course it wasn't him that he wanted to visit, he should've known that much. Lovino had probably been so upset that he automatically thought he would find his brother where he usually hung out, not that the angry Italian ever seemed to go here on his own free will. Even though that had been the issue most of the time, he got the feeling that this wasn't one of them. He looked back at the Italian with a grimace and was just about to leave the kitchen when Lovino grabbed his wrist, making Gilbert look at him with a confused expression.

"Please…just listen." Lovino mumbled, the words sounding low and fragile like he was afraid to utter them.

"Antonio, he's an idiot. I was going to visit him, cause' I felt like it…" He trailed off with a sigh, and Gilbert silently wondered why the Italian was telling him in the first place. Most of the time he would just refuse to say a word if Gilbert tried figuring out what was wrong, which ended up with never having any serious conversations.

"I really thought he loved me and that he had finally gotten over the fact that I will never be like my brother. I-I was wrong, that bastard is always complaining I'm not cute enough and it would easier if I just acted a bit more like my brother." Lovino was now frowning darkly at the words that had escaped his mouth, and Gilbert could clearly see how much Antonio's words had hurt him.

"And if that wasn't enough, when I got there, he was making out with that French pervert!" He practically yelled, his tone bordering to hysterical.

"Oh... him and Francis, I can't say I'm surprised" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, sounding way more annoyed than he intended.

"Shut the fuck up!" The Italian glared back at him, returning to the now boiling spaghetti in front of him. Gilbert remained silent, studying him as it pissed him off how Antonio kept hurting Lovino and getting away with it every damn time.

Lovino served the spaghetti absent-minded and sat down by the table with a deep sigh, watching the Prussian man with a frown.

"Gilbert…I just-" He got cut off as Gilbert stood up from his seat across him and walked over with a serious expression on his face. He leaned down to kiss him with a smirk grazing his lips, forgetting all about the delicious food on the table. Lovino blinked in shock as the other kissed him, not noticing how his own arms seemed to wrap themselves around the albino's neck. The green eyed Italian was weirdly enough enjoying the feeling of the Prussians lips on his own, expecting to feel guilty. When the guilt he had been waiting on didn't overcome him, he grinned and lifted his hand to run it through the man's hair. His eyes slid shut as he deepened the kiss, pressing his own body closer the taller man, nearly forgetting how upset he was just a few moments ago. Lovino looked up at him from under his eyelashes, blushing cutely as a hand was ghosting over the skin of his back.

Gilbert pulled away for a moment, looking directly into Lovino's confused eyes before smiling smugly.

"We can pretend you're mine for a little while, right Lovi?"