A/N: This is what happens when I'm bored, ill and too lazy to revise for exams. Because its a bit random, I might end up updating it less than my other stories. Let me know in a review if you have a particular character who's country you want Gilbert to visit (he will meet them there). I already have a few planned~! :3
I don't own hetalia and this is AU.
The stocky German skidded down the gleaming white polished floors in desperate pursuit of an extremely dangerous man, who just happened to be his older brother.
Mein gott, if he reaches the garden...
He could hear manic, and rather wheezy laughter ahead of him; confirming his brother's location. Knocking a maid to the floor, he called out in anger and desperation.
"You can't do this, bruder! You're a member of the Beilschmidt family." He paused, his mouth a gaping hole as he sucked in a deep breath.
"Beilschmidts don't just fly off in some- ugh, hot air balloon!"
"No use saying zhat now, Luddy. Arrangements have been made! Keseseses~!"
The albino pushed open the delicately patterned glass doors so they got the outside walls of the manor house. Not looking back to his pursuer, he swiftly marched towards where he left his new vehicle, slap bang in the middle of his brother's garden party.
He smirked to himself, reflecting on his wit and general awesomeness. He was finally getting out of that tedious house, away from his tedious life. Plus, he always wanted to see the world. It was there, right outside his window, always in sight but always unreachable.
By the time he'd finished loading the hot air balloon up with supplies (beer and wurst, mostly), his brother had caught up with him and, after calming the guests seated neatly in the gazebo, confronted his little brother.
Ludwig placed a hand on his head.
"Gilbert, you can't travel the world in eighty days."
"No, YOU can't travel the world in eighty days!" He retorted, giving his brother increasingly less attention; choosing to offer a shaggy rope the majority of his concentration.
He hopped into the unstable aircraft and watched the red sphere inflate above him.
"Please. This is my last warning. Don't do something this... embarrassing." The blonde pleaded, a slightly sad look evident in his sapphire eyes.
For a moment, Gilbert felt awful. He would be leaving his little brother all alone. Although he wasn't exactly little; Ludwig had grown taller and far more muscular than his older brother. In fact, he probably would be better off without his troublesome sibling getting in the way of his work and social life. Gilbert gave Ludwig a final look before deciding that he couldn't leave his brother with nothing but memories and this cold, lonely manor house.
He could give him a promise.
Gilbert recalled many years ago, when their family had been visiting Italy, the little German boy had forged a close bond (you might even say romance) with a girl that worked at their host's house. Since then, whenever he was sad and thought no one was looking, he hugged the push broom she gave him as a souvenir.
Well, Gilbert was planning on stopping in Italy, so why not...
The balloon ascended slowly and unsteadily off the neatly clipped lawn, the people at the party and Ludwig growing more distant every second. The albino boy shouted down;
"Luddy, I promise I'll find your sweetheart and bring her back to you! So wait up for me okay?"
He looked at his brother's bewildered and concerned face, violent winds circling around him as he looked directly above him.
"See you in eighty days!" He waved, noticing the guests for the first time and noting their disgusted faces with glee.
He was going to leave those stuck-up, pampered rich pricks a little present too.
He opened his mouth to taste the bracing air and prepared to shout at he top of his voice.
"I'M IN A BALLOON, MOTHER FUCKEEeeers...!"
His voice drowned out as she screeched the final insult. He was too high up to make out anything clearly, but he thought he saw an old woman faint off her chair.
Translations
Mein gott- my god
Bruder- brother
