Gilbird, Prussia and the Pancake-boy

Summary: Have you ever wondered how Gilbird and Gilbert meet? Well here's my version of what I think happen.

Warnings: Crackish, adorable, crying germany, mentions of germania, mentions of WWII if you look closely.

Characters:

Gilbird

Prussia – Gilbert

Canada - "Birdie" - Matthew

Germania

Germany - "West" - Ludwig

[Transition of fluffy birds!]

In a large, damp tree sat a small and peculiar little yellow bird. You see, this bird never moved, never made sound never left his tree. He ate the little bugs that crawled around him, drank from the hole in the branch beside him. This bird had grown thin and as a stick, about as cute as one to. You see this bird was depressed because his feathers never grew. They stayed yellow and fluffy, and though he tried and tried to get his new ones to grow they just... wouldn't.
He was stuck a chick forever.
Sometimes a boy with silver hair and right red eyes would visit. Try to coax him down. but Gilbird as this strange boy called him stayed strong. He would sit in this tree until his feathers grew.
Every once in a while another younger boy, a toddler really, would follow him out. "See west? His feathers look just like your hair!" The toddler began to cry until a much older version of "west" came out yelling at the silver-haired boy.
This perplexed the peculiar little bird, sitting on his tree limb. Why had the young one cried when the older spoke? Compared their colors? So he was right. His feathers weren't a nice color.
Then, one day, something changed. The silver haired boy didn't come out to see him everyday. Didn't try to get him down, didn't talk to him, didn't lie against the tree. Nothing.
But the silver haired boy came back. Gilbird knew it could have only been a few months, he has watched the moon, but the boy wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man. And this now-a-man had brought another man with him, both, the bird figured, were what humans would call "teenagers."
"Birdie, meet Gilbird! Sorry little buddy. Somethings... happened. But West and I are okay!" The man beside him coughed a bit.
"Piyo?" Gilbird looked at the other man and caught a whiff of something in the air... pancakes? The Pancake smelling boy was looking at him inquisitively.
"He's... cute. All fluffy."
"Cute? No! He's awesome! Almost as awesome as the awesome me!"
H-had they just complimented him? Was being fluffy a good thing? The pancake-boy held out his hand and smiled at him. Did he want him to land there? Why?
Gilbird took a chance and fluttered, rather awkwardly, down into pancake-boy's hand. "Piyo?"
"He really is cute."
"Hmf. I guess so."

Considered ending here. BUT NOPE!

Gilbird shyly peeked his head out from his feathers and gazed up at the lavender and ruby ones staring back. The silver haired boys hair fell in front of his eyes and brushed against Gilbird, panicking him. "PIYO PIYO!" He peeped fluttering around their heads.
"Oh my maple, what'd you do this time Gilbert?"
"Nothing! He just freaked out!"
The silver haired boy, who Gilbird now knew was Gilbert, reached up and trapped the bird against his head. "Got him!" He shouted, hands still holding the bird on his head, "MEIN GOTT! He's pecking me!"
"Let him go then!"
"No way!"
After a while Gilbird calmed down against Gilbert's head, relishing in the soft silky silver strands. Gilbert lifted his hands away slowly as to not startle the bird again.
"Are you keeping him, Gil?"
"I guess so. Doesn't look he's going anywhere. He likes the awesome me's hair!"

A/N: There! Finally did my Gilbird one-hit. :DDD How'd I do? Please give me feedback! Even just a "check grammar again" would be awesome. ;n; -is desperate- PLEASE. /shot for desperation Anyway... I'm stealing someone's monologue idea.

Glo: That's not nice.

Glow: To bad. Whoever figures out who I got the idea from get's a one shot!

Glo: No one cares...

Glow: So...? Did ya notice the slight PruCan? :D

Glo: Yes. Love.

Glow: Good. Bye y'all~

Glo: Don't say that. Sounds Texan. Say bye the fanfiction way, R/R! Thanks!

Glow: We are Texan...