Chapter One.
Gilbert walked down the side walk, following his target through the dreary streets of New York City. It had started raining earlier and the sun had set, but he didn't allow his discomfort with his cold, wet clothes to show. His target ahead of him had an umbrella, of course. Seriously, how much further is this damned guy's house/apartment thing? Gilbert was becoming more and more impatient.
While they walked further into the wilds of the city, Gilbert's mind wandered. America is so dirty. I mean, look at all the trash and bums everywhere. Definitely not awesome. But then again, nothing is as awesome as Berlin. That was my city before West got it. No fair. I guess this city isn't so bad though; it's going to be my big playground. He let a smirk slip onto his face. Oh ja, this will be fun! The world will not know what to do with itself when my awesome self gets to finally play.
The man ahead of him had stopped to grab a set of keys from his coat's pocket. They had walked into a fairly quiet street for New York. They were in a nicer part of the city where the ritzy people lived. Ugh, I hate snobs. Oh well, I knew I would have to deal with one, might as well get it over with. He walked up casually behind the man, close enough for the other to hear him clearly without having to yell over the rain. The man turned around when he heard Gilbert come close, a impatient expression on his face.
"What do you want, boy? I don't have all day, so if you have nothing to say, get out of my sight." The man had an accent much like South Italy's. It kind of pissed Gilbert off.
"I want to get out of this rain as much as you, so why don't you just invite me into your nice home." Gilbert deliberately used the word 'home' to make the man feel a little threatened.
"What? Who do you think you are, brat? Get out of here before I call the cops." This only made Gilbert smirk wider, more deviously.
"Oh? I know you of all people wouldn't call the cops. Oh no, you have some friends that would be much more help than them, don't you? Now, invite me inside before I get too impatient and your family gets a little hurt. What do you say?" Gilbert had moved under the eave of the house, out of the rain. He took off his soaked hood and shook his head to dry his hair some, but it just stuck back onto his skin. He looked back to the shorter, fat man with a glare full of seriousness.
The man was obviously becoming uncomfortable, but he tried to save face. "Heh, what do you think you're trying to pull, boy? Do you have any idea who you're talking down to? You are obviously not from around here, so I'll let it go for now. Go run along." He fumbled with his keys and finally made the lock click. He was about to rush in when Gilbert put an arm around his shoulders.
You think you can just run away from the awesome me? "Did you ever notice and wonder why the lights were off? Isn't your lovely wife supposed to be cooking dinner and your young son doing his school work?" Gilbert used his red eyes to his advantage as he looked at the man. The man didn't say anything as he was transfixed by Gilbert's devious gaze. "Eh, Tunicci?"
"What is it that you want?"
"Well, first, I want to be invited inside. Don't make me have to repeat myself. Then we will discuss your so called 'secret' crime organization over coffee. You do have coffee don't you? Then, you'll allow the awesome me to join your organization and I won't be bored anymore, ja?"
"What? Where is my wife and son? What are you talking about?"
"Calm yourself. The awesome me wouldn't go so low as to kidnap your family. I wouldn't have to, considering how awesome I am. I called them and told them that you wanted to meet them at this restaurant a very long while from here. Now come on! Let's talk!" Gilbert shepherded Tunicci through the door and upstairs to the study. He sat down quite comfortably in the chair behind the desk. He motioned for Tunicci to sit in the chair in front of him. He continued to stand.
"What do you know and how did you find out?" Tunicci was starting to get angry after he got over his initial shock.
"The internet. If you don't have to worry about a lot of things like me, then you have plenty of time to spend in the digital world. It was pretty easy finding information on you. You should probably get that fixed. As for what I know," Gilbert put his feet up onto the desk," I know everything. I know you're the boss of a mafia that deals in drugs, assassinations, and weapons. You even sneak secret government information to and from other countries. You're a pretty bad man, Tunicci."
Anger mixed with uneasiness. "And what was it that you wanted?"
"I want in."
"What? You obviously know about the mafia, don't you, boy? It's quite clear you're not Italian. Why would I make an exception for you?" Tunicci started to gain confidence, thinking he could make Gilbert go away.
"Because I'm awesome." Tunicci looked at him as if he were an idiot. "You just can't wrap your head around my awesomeness; it's too much for you. Let me break it down for you." He took his feet down and leaned in. "Considering that I'm the awesome Prussia, I cannot die. I've been around, blessing the Earth with my awesome presence since the seventeenth century. Also, since I am the awesome Prussia, I can travel anywhere without it raising alarms. I travel faster than regular people and I do what I want. The other countries can't take much of my awesomeness, so they have to pay attention to other things like paperwork so they don't explode from awesomeness-overload. So, basically, I'm the best guy there is to do jobs that require going out of the United States." Gilbert knew he had this in the bag.
Tunicci sat down. "You expect me to believe this absurdity? I haven't even ever heard of this 'Prussia'."
Gilbert couldn't believe it. He's never heard of the awesome Prussia?! WHAT?! Well, I'll just have to educate him...later. First, I have to convince him that he needs the awesome that is me. I shouldn't have to convince him though. He must be daft or blind or something. "Alright, fine. I understand that you just can't grasp my awesomeness. I get it. I'll show you then." He picked up an ornate letter-opener that was on the desk. "Countries heal faster than you regular guys. So, I'm going to show you and then you'll grovel at my feet and beg me to join you!" Gilbert looked like an excited puppy. He brought the letter-opener to his palm and slid it across, cutting just enough to have blood appear. After about five minutes, the cut sealed shut with new skin. Tunicci just stared blankly. "Well, when are you going to start begging?"
Tunicci cleared his throat. "I'm not going to beg, but I do see you may be helpful in our operations."
This was not what Gilbert thought he would do, but at least the man finally saw his awesomeness. It's like Gilbert cured Tunicci of his daftness or blindness or whatever was wrong with him. Man, I'm freaking awesome. "Well, when are we going to get this show on the road?"
"I can't just let you in up front. You'll have to go through the initiation. Of course, that won't be a problem for someone who is as 'awesome' as you, right?" Tunicci was really starting to hate the word 'awesome'.
"Hah! Of course not! Who do you think I am, Austria? Please, I can take on anything."
Tunicci didn't know who 'Austria' was, but he didn't much care. He just wanted this idiot out of his house and to go get his wife and son. "Yes, yes, how silly of me for letting me think you were even the slightest bit incapable. Here," Tunicci stood up and took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote something on the former object. "Go to this address tomorrow at six in the morning. We'll go through the initiation and I'll give you a job. How does that sound?"
"That sounds like a plan!" Gilbert took the paper from Tunicci and stuffed it into his still-soaked pant's pocket. He stood up to leave. Tunicci had expected Gilbert to whine about having to wake up early, but he decided it was best to not think about the annoying boy anymore than he had to.
"Yes, now if you'll kindly leave. I have to pick up my wife and son that you sent away." Tunicci and Gilbert had walked to the front door.
"Ja, ja, whatever. You'll be thankful once I start working." Gilbert laughed his signature laugh as he walked out the door into the rainy night.
Well, tell me what you guys think. This is my first fanfic, so please tell me what you liked, disliked, what I should change, etc. Thank you for reading! I do not own Hetalia!