Yay, it's my first PruHun fic! I'm a PruHun fan!

Summary: (yeah, human names again) Gilbert Beilschmidt, a con artist, disguises himself as a driving test examiner (for the Department of Motor Vehicles?). However, the examinee turned out to be Elizabeta Héderváry, completely different from what Gilbert had saw before: now, Elizabeta doesn't like him, is armed with frying pans instead of real weapons, feminine looking...

The two do their examination, but it goes awry... It ends up being full of surprises, crashes, police, and a little love. Gilbert doesn't want to be arrested. But Elizabeta doesn't want him to be arrested nor escape anybody. (Do you even get that?)

And this is based on Foster the People's "Don't Stop" music video.


Gilbert was running to a corner, holding a suitcase, seeing someone wait in a red, three-door Toyota Corolla nearby a sign saying "DMV". He remembered the abbreviation when he first got his license: Department of Motor Vehicles. Because Gilbert was in California, it probably meant the California Department of Motor Vehicles.

Luckily, Gilbert was dressed as an (awesome-looking) business executive. Prussian blue dress shirt. Black slacks. Leather jacket and shoes. He looked exactly like a DMV examiner. Not only that, he wore gray contact lenses (it was boring, but he had no other choice) and used a brown wig (matching his hairstyle) to completely hide himself. It was a clever (and awesome, once more) camouflage.

He went to the Toyota Corolla, opening the door, seeing a woman waiting for him. Gilbert happily greeted, "Nun, wer ist das schöne Dame-" but a frying pan launched into his face. "I thought DMV examiners do not flirt!" a woman's voice sharply demanded. She was wearing jeans, a green, silk, sleeveless v-neck top and boots.

"Hey, you crazy lady! Don't you know that can be assault?" Gilbert screamed. He immediately saw the face of the person who wrongfully assaulted someone of authority and awesomeness. Elizabeta Héderváry. Yes, she was angry. Yes, the same strength as before. But she looked completely different. The colors (eyes, skin, and hair) were the same, but Gilbert had never seen long lightbrown hair, flowers in the said hair, feminine clothing, and especially not a large (but otherwise average) chest.

She actually looked rather pretty. No, wait! He couldn't think about Elizabeta being pretty or beautiful or anything (let alone how large and/or soft her chest was). He had to escape to somewhere, and quick! In the end, he should just knock her out and hi-jack the car!

"Eliza..." Gilbert muttered, remembering her when they were younger. Elizabeta waved the frying pan in his face. "Hello? Are we going to drive or not?"

Gilbert snapped out of the trance and said, "Alright, we're starting the exams... Uh... Just do your driving skills from what we learned! You should know that!" Elizabeta was suspicious. Nevertheless, she started.


A police car passed by. The two cars nearly bumped into each other, and Elizabeta quickly halted. The two cops, Alfred glanced at the two and Arthur stared at the two in ridicule. As for the car, Gilbert, alarmed, face-palmed to hide his face for just in case, and Elizabeta cheekily shrugged, smiling. It actually looked cute... Gilbert had thought, but he snapped out of the second trance once again. He didn't understand! He was too awesome for trances to affect him! What happened to him?

Elizabeta continued, as Gilbert was getting impatient. "Get going..." Gilbert muttered. Elizabeta said, "I'm trying my best here!" and tried driving. Being nervous, she suddenly stopped. Gilbert looked back, and then said, "Eliza, keep going! The stoplight's green already!"

"O-Okay, I'll do it!" Elizabeta replied.

The light soon turned from green to red.

"First, go on and stop when it's red!" Gilbert instructed.

"Fine!" Elizabeta snapped.

She continued driving again, but in a red light. Gilbert, groaning, then shouted, "Give me the wheel!" but Elizabeta replied, "You can't do that!"

And so, the two fought over the wheel, with Gilbert slamming his foot on the accelerator. The car began speeding along the streets, ignoring the red light. It passed a veering car, and continued in contributing to the rising chaos.

It then passed a busy intersection, causing ruckus and an SUV to veer out of the way and crash into the police car from earlier.


A pedestrian crossed by: a happy-go-lucky, pasta-obsessed Italian named Feliciano. He was strolling along...

Until Gilbert and Elizabeta's car came along. Gilbert screamed, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

Feliciano turned, saw the incoming car, and he screamed, running for his life as if a pasta restaurant across the street was going to close if he didn't cross the street.

Gilbert smashed into Elizabeta, and the car veered along with them.


"Give me the wheel! Mein Gott!" Gilbert yelled over the chaos they were causing. Elizabeta screamed as they ran into multiple construction sawhorses, the sawhorses flying into the air. The car swerved in the roundabout.

Gilbert's suitcase got into the mess, and fell out open, revealing a large amount of money. The two stopped arguing for a moment, and stared at the money. "You have money in that suitcase? Are you a con artist?" Elizabeta asked as Gilbert hurriedly stuffed the money back into the case. Gilbert turned around in shock at what she said. The wig he wore then began to slant. Elizabeta, now even more suspicious, jerked the wig off his head, revealing silver hair.

Elizabeta, shocked and silenced, then said, "Remove your contact lenses!"

"I don't have contact lenses!" Gilbert cried.

"I'll hit you with this frying pan if you don't!" Elizabeta threatened.

"Okay, I will!" Gilbert screamed, removing them to show his garnet eyes. They stared into the shocked emerald green eyes.

Yes, it was the one and only, "The Awesome One", Gilbert Beilschmidt. He still looked the same, but this time... He did look cute... But Elizabeta forgot about that with help of the shock from seeing it was Gilbert, a con man.

Elizabeta then yelled, "Gilbert? You're a con artist?"

But there was no time for Gilbert to answer. As the car crashed into a wooden fence, causing the two to stop and continue with the car chase.

As for Alfred and Arthur, the SUV's owner got out: the Ukrainian, Katyusha. She was crying, as a tea-drenched Arthur and a hamburger-condiment-pickle-and-tomato-spilled Alfred stared at her.

Alfred then said, "I'll call the station... Katyusha, the next time this happens, remember what to do... I got my burger ruined!" as Arthur threw his tea to the ground, destroying the paper cup and spilling the tea.

Alfred proceeded to write out a ticket:


Name of offender: Yekaterina "Katyusha" Braginskaya

Fine: $200

Reason of offense: Accidental collision with police car due to an "evasive move" from a Toyota, ruining police officer Arthur Kirkland's uniform by making him spill his tea, and ruining police officer Alfred F. Jones' uniform, appetite, face, glasses, and burger itself by making him smash his hamburger in the wrong areas of his mouth and face

Car involved: 2003 Honda Pilot

License plate number: 1DKI482


He gave the crying Ukrainian the ticket. Arthur, meanwhile, then said, "Now, don't worry. You won't be arrested! My God..." both were somewhat irritated to their own extent, but the two couldn't help but stare at the woman's bouncing chest. It just made them feel uncomfortable, yet at the same time, the two just had to have the urge in imagining how they felt...

As for Gilbert and Elizabeta, the two struggled again for the wheel. Elizabeta finally won the fight by hitting Gilbert with the frying pan, giving him a nosebleed.

While Alfred was discussing with Katyusha, Arthur saw Gilbert's familiar face... He checked a picture in the wanted picture nearby. It was Gilbert, all right. Number one on the wanted list: con artists.

Arthur interrupted the two by saying, "I saw Gilbert! He's in the Toyota Katyusha's talking about!"

Alfred then replied, "You're serious, dude? The Gilbert Beilschmidt?"

"Of course I am, you git! We need to get the Toyota Katyusha talked about!" Arthur yelled. He ran to the driver's seat, while Alfred went as well. However, getting confused, they fussed over who was to drive.


His nose still bleeding, Gilbert groaned at the fact. Elizabeta felt bad for hitting him. She never felt that before. If someone else had done that, she would have been his or her best friend. Whatever the reason, she gave him a tissue and smiled. Much to Gilbert's surprise. He still smiled back anyway.

The two entered the street intersection, but to their surprise, they were about to hit some scaffolding with paint cans on it. Gilbert had a shocked face, and then said, "Oh man... Not awesome."

Elizabeta screamed, and the car burst through the scaffolding. At the same time, Arthur and Alfred were playing "Rock, Paper, Scissors" to see who would get the driver's seat and who would get shotgun.

The crash caused paint to fly everywhere, and the two police officers saw this. Arthur then screamed, "RUN!" Alfred was about to protest, but Arthur pushed him out of the way, causing Alfred to leap as well. Arthur leaped out of the way, going to the other side of the car. Paint hit the road, the buildings, and a few parts of the car. Luckily, neither of them was hit by the paint.

Arthur immediately commanded, "We're getting that Toyota! It's gone wild and it has that wanker con artist Gilbert in it!"

He leaped over to the driver's seat once more, with Alfred going shotgun this time.

As for Gilbert and Elizabeta, Gilbert made a daring move: he got out of his seat, removing his jacket, bent over to the hood of the car, and tried wiping the pink, green, and yellow paint off the window. Enough for the both of them to see would do. Not only would it be worth the risk, but also, at least he did something that felt pretty good.

After a few hard scrubbings on his spot and her spot, he saw Elizabeta's face. The green eyes and light brown hair proved it. The two smiled at each other once again. That was not common. They almost never did that!

The police car finally tailed Elizabeta's car. Arthur, however, completely angry, he only cared about finally arresting Gilbert. Alfred then yelled, "Whoa, dude! Calm down! You're going to kill- I'm too late..." he stopped because Arthur bumped into the behind of the red car, causing Gilbert, who was still outside, to fall back and hang out of the window. Elizabeta saw this, and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

After pulling for a while, Elizabeta finally succeeded in getting back Gilbert into his seat safely. Elizabeta saw an empty, sandy lot, and she eased the car into it. The police car followed, but it nearly swerved into a tool house. Arthur and Alfred screamed, and it turned out that the side hit the tool house, effectively destroying it. The two were safe.

The two cars ensued in a car chase, swerving, turning, trailing, and chasing one another. At one instance, the cars passed each other, and dust flew into the air, hiding each other.


Elizabeta's car made a roundabout trail, until Arthur and Alfred's police car hit it to stop it. It worked. The two police officers, Arthur and Alfred, got out of the car. Alfred then demanded, "Stop! Pull over!"

Gilbert, finally able to talk with Elizabeta, said to her, "Eliza, just wait here, okay?" Elizabeta nodded, smiling to keep her composure from the police. Gilbert then winked and added, this time, in Hungarian just for her to understand and make her laugh, "Aranyoslány," and went outside the car, only for Arthur to yell, "Pin him down!"

Alfred rushed over to Gilbert and slammed him down on the hood of the car. A disappointed Gilbert then said to Elizabeta, "Tut mir wirklich leid, Eliza! I'm an awesome con artist, but still!" as Elizabeta suddenly felt sorry for Gilbert once more. She repeated to Gilbert, "No, it's okay! I'm serious-"

Arthur interrupted her by saying, "That's Gilbert Beilschmidt, a con artist wanted by Interpol. He only used a disguise to be your 'driving examiner'. Seeing this, I'd say that the bloody wanker of a con artist was trying to make a getaway. He made a large amount of money out of scams, so we need the briefcase to return the money. Could you give me the suitcase?"

Elizabeta turned hesitantly at Gilbert. He pleaded his head no, as Alfred was handcuffing him. Elizabeta now knew what to do. Gilbert was already arrested, but that wasn't the end for her. After the many years he was gone, Elizabeta finally gets to see him. Definitely, she would admit it: she missed him. And maybe even grew to love him. Why, even, fall in love with a monkey like him? She guessed this: Gilbert returned the livelier and fighting spirit Elizabeta had kept within her. In a way, it was cheesy and it was true. She proceeded to get out a pocket-notebook and write down her number. Then she proceeded to rip it out of the notebook and put it in a cup holder.


Arthur impatiently asked, "Where's the money?"

Elizabeta saw the case full of money. She turned to Arthur, and said, "You want it? Here's your suitcase!" and she grabbed the suitcase, and threw it at Arthur, hitting him in the gut. Hard.

"I'm getting out of here!" the Hungarian defiantly declared, as if she won World War II all by herself.

Elizabeta switched the gear to reverse, back hitting the side of the police car. She shifted the gear to drive, and floored the accelerator. Alfred then screamed, "STOP!" he did a bold, heroic move there, jumping up the hood to stop her. However, it was simply stupid as well. He ended up rolling up the car, and falling down. He hit the sandy ground hard, and lied down. Arthur saw this, and ran (no, sprinted!) to the American.

"Alfred! Alfred! Wake up, you bloody son of a wanker! Wake up!" Arthur yelled, fighting back tears of anxiety and worry. Alfred, slightly bleeding, held Arthur's hand and said, "Just... Get the dude." then he fainted. Arthur ignored arresting Gilbert and continued trying to wake the knocked out Alfred up.

As for Elizabeta, she went to see Gilbert again, and drove past his way.

Gilbert, shocked, asked, "Eliza, what are you doing?"

Elizabeta then replied, "Thanks for teaching me a lesson!"

"What did I even teach you?" Gilbert cried. Elizabeta only answered Gilbert by grabbing on the collar of his shirt and kissing him. Since it was Elizabeta's only chance to do so, she made the most out of it by using tongue. Gilbert had also responded with tongue, much to Elizabeta's delight. Meanwhile, Arthur was hugging Alfred in tears just for the sake of it.

After a few more seconds, Elizabeta stopped and pushed Gilbert away, leaving him and the two cops in the dust and driving away with the paint-splattered, dusty, and messy car. She also threw the paper in the cup holder in Gilbert's direction, luckily landing nearby him. Money from the suitcase Gilbert used to hold was flying everywhere.

Gilbert saw the crisp, white paper. Whatever it was, it was probably from Elizabeta. If it was her number, maybe he could call her when he reached jail so she could bail him. So he managed to stash it away into the pocket of his pants, somehow fighting the handcuffs.


A few minutes of Arthur crying and hugging Alfred like a baby later!

Arthur, now angry, jerked Gilbert up. He then said, "You're coming with us!"

"Hey, you do not just jerk someone so awesome-"

"Who cares about your so-called 'awesomeness', you bloody ******* git?" Arthur raged. He dragged Gilbert, with somehow amazing strength, and threw him into the police car's back seat. He carried Alfred and laid him down gently onto the shotgun seat. He called up the police station. "It's Arthur. Got Gilbert arrested and we need Alfred to get some medical help. He's knocked out," he said. Silence. Arthur continued:

"Yes, yes, we shall be there in about thirty minutes. Don't worry; he surrendered. Gilbert shouldn't be of any trouble, but we'll still take precautions." More silence.

"We get that. I know. Just let me go to the police station and we'll take care of things from the-"

"Will you hurry it up?" Gilbert asked. Arthur subsequently hit him as hard as he could.

"That's only that bloody wanker, Gilbert. Anyway, just let me go to the police station and things should be taken care of," Arthur finished, hanging up. He sighed, looking at the two other men. An angry yet silent Gilbert and a still knocked-out Alfred. Arthur drove on...

To be continued.


So, did you like it? Some (or even most, I'd say) of the characters do act a little OOC. To me, anyway. However, it was one of the most fun stories for me to write! There's a second part: what happens to Gilbert at jail and what happens with Arthur and Alfred.

It's a parody of Foster The People's music video, "Don't Stop (Color on the Walls). I just thought this up and all... I thought this would fit PruHun: Prussia as a con man, Hungary being a regular girl, but meeting Prussia, she eventually falls in love with him.
So, yeah...

Review, please! Read and review!

Kanarishojo10 (I'm planning to change my name... My brother does not get why I want to change it. Same with all the others who change their names frequently!)

Anyway, watch the music video on Youtube "don't stop foster the people" and click on the first video on the list! You'll watch it!