Okay, this is my first hetalia fanfiction so constructive criticism is always welcome. also, i will be using human names here and there. so without further delay, here's the story.
"You are so childish' exclaimed an exasperated Austria.'I don't even think you know what it means to act mature." Prussia, who had just went through another lecture after trying to break into Austria's house to pull another futile prank, just sat back and laughed."keseses! Who needs to be mature?"
"You, if you actually wanted people be able stand being around you. damn it, not even your own brother can hardly stand your presence. "
"Pft, plenty of people like me', Prussia said with a smug expression that made Austria even more irritated, 'like Francis and Antonio. Also, my brother adores my presence" although Spain was almost always with Romano these days and France with England, Prussia thought.
Austria rolled his eyes and said,"Yeah, because those two are real mature,"he said with his voice dripping in sarcasm. "I don't think you could be mature if you tried."
"I could totally be mature, if i wanted to that is." Prussia said this trying to sound confident, but he ended up sounding..doubtful and less sure. Austria quickly noticed this said with a smirk, "I'll wager you couldn't act mature for a whole week."
"Wow Austria, i didn't know you were the betting type, keseses!"
"I'm usally not, but i-"
"safe it specs, i already know the awesome me will win. so no dice." In truth, the reason for Prussia's refusal was because some of the things Austria said...bothered him and now he kinda just wanted to get out of there.
"So anyway, i really need to go." noticing the puzzled look on the aristocrat's face, he added,"Uh my laundry is calling me."
Prussia then quickly and rather hastily made his leave. As he was exiting, Austria noticed how off he was being. While he normally would be relieved for the obnoxious albino's departure, he was kind of worried at his strange behaviour.
Usually he would stick around for hours, annoying him in every way possible. Not that he would ever admit to being worried for Gilbert. Oh, no he would never admit to that.
As Gilbert was making his way home, he tried to push the comments Roderich had made out of his head. Normally the sharp, curt offhand comments didn't bother him. But the way he said no one can stand him, how no one likes being around him...it rubbed him the wrong way.
When Prussia arrived home he noticed Ludwig was busy on the phone, so he went up stairs to take a shower and get the glue from his totally awesome prank out of his hair. When he got out and got dressed, he went to his room.
As soon as he Entered, a familiar yellow chick landed on his shoulder. "Oh hey there Gilbird' Prussia said to the chirping bird. 'No my prank did not go over well, so don't even ask" Prussia said with apparent despondency to the chick as if it could answer back. But of course it didn't answer back, it just looked at him funny. "Hey, don't look at me like that, it's rude."
"GILBERT, STOP TALKING TO YOUR BIRD AND GET DOWN HERE!" Prussia rolled his eyes as he got up and went to see what his brother wanted.
As he went downstairs, he noticed his Germany was looking more up tight then usual. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie and he was sweating bullets.
"Hey west, what's with the fancy get up? did you finally get the balls to ask Italy on a date?" he said with a smirk
"NO! Well, yes. wait. YOU ALREADY KNEW I HAD A DATE WITH ITALY TODAY!"
"pft, I don't remember that." Gilbert said with a roll of his eyes.
"Well maybe if you didn't waste your day bothering Roderich, you would have remembered. Also, how did that go? Your back soon, so i assume and hope you failed."Gilbert jumped a bit at the mention of Roderich and quickly said, "what? no, i don't fail because I'm to awesome to fail. what ever gave you that idea?"
Ludwig looked at him strangely and said,"because you look pretty bothered at the moment? Also, you still have glue in your hair."
"What? No, i got it all out. Anyway, why did you want me down here in the first place? I'm a busy man." Prussia said to change the subject.
Germany just rolled his eyes and said,"I just wanted to remind you to behave while i'm gone. Just act Mature for once."
At the use of the THAT word, Gilbert jumped again. When his brother started looking strangely again, he said with forced cool,"Well, like i said. I'm busy, so I'm going back up stairs again..bye." With that, he ran back up stairs. But not before turning around to say,"Oh and good luck with your date, don't shit yourself or anything." Before heading back up the stairs.
Once back up stairs, Prussia settled down in the nearest chair as Gilbird starting nesting in his still damp hair. As soon as he heard his brother leave, he pulled out his phone and opened his contacts.
As the phone was dialing, Gilbird was getting restless.
"Hello?"
Prussia sighed with relief when France finally answered.
"hey Francey-pants."
"Oh, bonjour Gil. I haven't heard from you in a while. so what has you calling today? do you need more romance advice? ohonhonhon"
"NO. I said i was never taking that advice again. I'm calling to see if you and Antonio are up to get some drinks tonight."
"Oh, sorry Gil. I have plans with Iggy tonight. I'm sure Antonio will be able to go though. Or maybe you find your own date, i could totally hook you up with someone. but you would have to act a little mature, though. "
Feeling agitated at that sentence and that word, Gilbert snapped back with,"Hmm.. by plans with 'Iggy' you just mean your going to stalk him and America, aren't you?"
"What, Nooo... Uh, i got to go now."
After that fiasco, Gilbert attempted call Antonio.
He didn't pick up, which was probably best, because if he heard the mature one more time, he'll start ripping his hair out.
after that, and a free schedule for the evening, he considered going to rummage through his brothers things just for something to do. But he decided against it, not really feeling up to it.
so he just sat there and closed his eyes. as he fell asleep, he keep replaying the words in his head. mature. mature. just act mature. if you acted mature, maybe people will like you. you know, if i did act mature, maybe people WILL like me, he thought. He keep debating this with himself as he drifted off into sleep.
When he awoke in the morning, he was sore from falling asleep in a chair. Seeing as it was late morning, he went to check on Lidwig...only for it to turn out he's still not home. 'damn, did he hit a homerun on the first date?' prussia thought. this made him chuckle a bit
But still, the thoughts still floated around in his head. The words. It was driving him crazy. He decided to put an end to it for once as he slipped on his jacket and headed out the door
'looks like i'm going to reconsider Austria's bet after all'
END OF CHAPTER ONE