A/N: I suppose I should give credit to Dark wolf's last day... Just one line in the A Hetalia Valentine's Day story gave me this idea("If only you were human, Gilbird, if only you were human.") and his/her story is better than mine sooooo go read it! And if for some reason Dark wolf's last day reads this, thank you so much! I loved your story! It was really good. Any old who, this is gonna be really weird and I've never really written about Prussia before so 'sorry if he's like, waaaaay ooc.

Pairings: FranceXPrussia, GermanyXItaly, and of course PrussiaXGilbird(not animalXhuman, I swear), mentionings of PrussiaxHungary(although I don't support it), SpainxEngland i suppose(don't support that either) and Spamano kind of...

Rating: M for language(i mean, come on, it's got Prussia), fluff, make out sessions, and an angry Gilbird

Genres: Romance(obviously), drama, hurt/comfort, slight humor, cute lol

Summary: Prussia and his Gilbird have always had such a strong connection. Bffs, maybe more than that. One day Prussia really feels upset because he and Gilbird can't communicate properly and he would love it if Gilbird could comprehend what he says. So something interesting happens when he and Gilbird get angry...

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or it would be some kind of hardcore yaoi show with a lot of sappy fluff and depressing family scenes *ahem*, I don't own Facebook, or anything else company or song related in here

IMPORTANT! ok, kinda important. Imagine Prussia is as cute as you can think of. Just, think of the cutest you've ever seen him and imagine he looks like that throughout this story. Also, my friend said that I couldn't use the F-bomb in a t rated fanfiction so I just bleeped it out like the stubborn person I am. Hey! I'm not saying it, am I, Lovina Romano Vargas?

Slowly, a bright stream of morning sunlight trickled through the window like transparent gold, and it landed on the Prussian's face, which looked so content in his sleep and looked so young. However, when that tiny bit of light from the basement window hit his face, instead of looking happy, he looked very displeased. Instantly, he turned over to lay on his other side, wrapping himself more in the white blanket he had, almost in a bundle of blankets.

A soft, fuzzy thing rubbed against his cheek, tickling his face and made his nose scrunch. "Really?" he grumbled the best he could, with it only coming out soft and scratchy because he hadn't fully awakened yet. The fuzzy thing rubbed against him once again, but this time did not pull away from his face and stayed there, cuddling his cheek. With his hand that was not tucked under a pillow, Gilbert reached for the bird, and both slowly began to open their eyes. Gilbert pet the bird with his pointer finger, stroking it's fuzzy head down to it's wings, which only had a couple of hard, prickly feathers for flying.

Gilbird started to open it's wings to stretch and Gilbert took this oppertunity to kiss the little Gilbird's head. "F-in' love you, Gilbird," Gilbert said, now in his usual voice, "I almost love you as much as I love myself, and that's saying something, little buddy." The bird opened it's mouth, but it only turned into something like a yawn. Gilbert was curious; he had seen other birds do this kind of thing and it was when they tried talking and they failed. He pet the bird a few more times, looking at it's blank black eyes. "It'd be cool if you could understand me..." The bird did the yawning motion again. Gilbert smiled at this then softly pushed the creature away from his face.

(time skip)

The food was really good at breakfast today, so Feli must've made it. Then again, would Feli really make French toast? Nonetheless, the stuff tasted good, so Gilbert started eating right away. His eating habits were alot messier than Feliciano's and Ludwig's, and that really pissed off Ludwig. Especially days like these, where the stupid yellow bird was at the table as well. "Bruder," Ludwig growled.

Gilbert looked up from his mess of a plate of biscuits and toast and probably maple syrup. "'es?"

"I bought you a cage for your bird... And you don't even use it!" Ludwig stabbed his fork into his paper plate.

"Lud, please don't yell so early," Feliciano whined, trying to calm the other.

"Yeah, West, there's no reason to yell at me!" Gilbert said with a smirk, the bird that was on his shoulder climbed to his head and rested there as if the hair was a nest. It probably felt like one. "Besides, little Gil is family! Treat him like it!" Then he gave the other an apologetic look, "Oh wait, you already do."

"Get out of here, Bruder, before I kill the damn bird," Ludwig growled, covering his face with his hand so that he couldn't see anyone around him and get angrier. He felt Feliciano's hand rub his back to calm him and his older brother's steps walking out the door.

"We don't f-n need him," Gilbert growled quietly, pulling a jacket on and tucking the bird in between the collar and his neck to keep it warm. "Let's go out for a while so the meathead calms down." The bird chirped in response. As they headed out the door, they were hit by a cold gust of wind, and Gilbert held tight to his little friend, covering as much of the little body as he could with his hand. "Eh... This blows. Let's call Antonio and see if he's busy."

With a few beeps on the touch screen of his phone, Gilbert put the phone up to his ear and began walking toward the sidewalk. briiiiiing "Pick up the phone, 'Toni, I'm dying out here." Briiiiiiing.

click click "Ahem... Hola?"

"Antonio! Can I come over to your place! I real-"

"Uh, sorry mi amigo-" Gilbert's heart stopped when he heard this. "- I'm pretty busy right now. And... Lovino's throwing a 'tantrum.' Lo siento."

Gilbert smiled a fake smile as if his friend could see it then spoke into the phone, "It's alright, I'm just bored. But I'm so awesome I'll entertain myself! See ya later." click.

"Piiii." Gilbird sighed, cuddling against Gilbert's neck. Gilbert held back a spasm from the shiver that ran down his spine.

"Here, we still have Francis," Gilbert said, and was now on the sidewalk headed toward his car to go to Francis' house. Once he opened the door and shut himself in from the outside chilly air, he blew hot air into his hands and looked at his friend. "That's okay with you, right?" The bird didn't respond then Gilbert shook his head at himself for thinking that it actually would. With a sigh he pulled out his phone again and called Francis.

"Bonjour, mon ami," Francis said quietly. Francis paid attention to caller ID and had Gilbert's number on his phone, two things Antonio lacked.

"Francis, can I come over? And why am I asking? I'm headed over there either way."

"Uh, okay I suppose. Don't get lost."

"Are you doing someone?"

"No. Come on over."

(time skip... again)

"Thanks, Francis. I was so bored. Lud's house sucks." Gilbert said, trying to convince the other that everything was fine and nothing happened this morning. The two sat on the couch next to one another, eating a slice of random white cake that Francis made earlier...It tasted good. Super sweet but not sickening sweet. Gilbert loved it...But like hell he would compliment Francis!

"Oh? Is there something wrong?" Francis asked, pouring coffee into each person's porcelain cup.

"No. Why?" Gilbert asked while taking a sip of his drink, cringing at the instant burning on his top lip.

"You've never come to my house this early before." Francis smiled softly before taking a sip, ignoring the burn. "Is there some special occasion?"

"No. My stupid bruder and I got into a fight. Kind of. Okay, it was a very brief fight but I'll be back home tonight." Gilbert said quietly. The coffee was calming and so was the cake. It's odd to say things like that but it was true. Then he continued cockily, "But I can totally be awesomer than him anyway. He just couldn't handle my epicness in his house." Then he sighed. "Okay, I'll shut up now."

"Hm, shocker," Francis whispered behind his cup. "It's okay, old friend, nothing's gonna change. Ludwig and you just do not get along well. But-" he put his arm around Gilbert's shoulders, "-You two are family. There's no reason to have grudges. Just love each other."

"Mm." Gilbert mumbled, leaning against Francis's shoulder. Francis smiled at the action and held him tighter. Next to Gilbert, a little bird sat on the couch. It hadn't pooped on the white cushion, although Francis was just waiting for that to happen. But now it almost looked upset as it stood up on it's tiny feet under it's round body and turned to waddle away.

"I think your little birdie is jealous," Francis pointed out.

Gilbert turned his head to look at the little creature. "Nah, he's just being Gilbird. He's fine." Then Gilbert turned his head to look at Francis, giving him a small peck on the lips. Gilbert blushed a dark red when he realized how "sweet" and "innocent" the action was. Francis could feel the other's nervous breath on his face and Gilbert gulped down a lump in his throat and looked into the other's eyes, waiting for Francis to do something. When Francis noticed the waiting other, he cupped the his cheek with his free hand, slowly leaning in. Each one began to close his eyes as their lips met softly, slightly parting their mouths.

They kissed for a while, parting for a second with a chuu then continuing to kiss again. A tongue licked at Gilbert's bottom lip and gained entrance into his mouth. Each tongue played with one another, neither really fighting for dominance but just enjoying it instead. They stayed this way for a while; the room full of silence except for their breathing and the sound of their lips mashing together.

Soon Francis removed his lips from the other and opened his eyes to look at his flushed expression. Then, he moved his head down to kiss Gilbert's neck, giving a trail of kisses along the side of his neck. Above, he could hear Gilbert softly panting for his neck was very sensitive. Gilbert could feel Francis's teeth grab his earlobe, lightly pulling at it. A large blush formed across the Prussian's face and Francis began to lead him onto his back when his ear was released. Gilbert obligingly followed and looked up at Francis's blue eyes.

"Francis..." Gilbert whispered as he wrapped his arms around the other's neck. It was times like this where Gilbert's ego didn't matter, his arrogant nature died, and he was reduced to a quiet, loving state. Francis smiled in response and leaned down to kiss the collarbone of the other, nibbling at the skin, then gave the very top of his chest another kiss. With one hand, Francis moved to the bottom of Gilbert's t-shirt and ran his hand under it. Gilbert gripped Francis's hair in his fists and pulled him up to his own face for another passionate kiss.

But then, all of a sudden, a loud squack came from the other side of the room. Francis looked up in shock from his spot: a very pissed off looking Gilbird was headed straight for him. Soon, Gilbert was going to look up, but the next thing he knew, Francis was being attacked by the bird. It had latched it's tiny little feet onto his head and began pecking at his forehead like a woodpecker.

"Gilbird!" Gilbert yelled at the animal, then grabbed it's sides with his fist and yanked it off of the other's head. In pure anger, Gilbert squeezed the animal a little too tight, causing it to squirm and squack as it tried to be released. "I'm so sorry Francis-"

"It's okay, Gilbert. Why don't you take your little birdie home for now? You can come over later if you want." Francis held his forehead, which was starting to bleed a little and left the room to get a wet rag and some stuff to clean the cut and such and such. Gilbert watched his friend leave with sadness and anger. He was sorry that he couldn't keep his bird under control and angry at the stupid thing for doing that in the first place!

He gripped the bird firmly and dashed out the door.

A/N This was supposed to be a one-shot heh heh I am such a failure! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first chapter!