Title: Gilbo and the Gilbirds
Summary: Prussia forms a band. With his chicks. Hell yeah!
A/N: I got sick and while I was sick I wasn't able to write anything for third proposal but I suddenly remembered this and wrote it so... yeah. ._. I like birds. Even the one the Esophagus keeps but that one bites. Dogs are nicer. I don't have A(H1N1). But I got blood tested, and I hate it! D Anyhow, while I think of a nice proposal for my other fic, amuse yourself with Gilly and his chicks, 'kay? :3 I love him even if he pushed Iggy's Character soundtrack to July 29 instead of this month~ (That doesn't mean I forgive him! D8) Even if say I say this, will you guys do it? Comments/Reviews are 3~ Enjoy!
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Germany watched his brother playing with his pet chicks from outside the window of his kitchen. Prussia had a happy face on as a chick jumped from his head to his hand. Germany couldn't help but feel glad as well as a nice tingly feeling of warmth spread within him. It was so nice when his older brother wasn't being destructive and all. He went back to his book that lay on top of the kitchen counter and began reading it, hoping to at least finish the tenth chapter before Italy came to visit.
Outside in the garden, Prussia watched his chicks chirp as he began playing a song from his phone. Modern inventions are nice, right? As he watched his birds, inspiration flew by and hit Prussia in the head thus granting him ideas. His eyes suddenly lit up and a grin appeared on his face.
"I HAVE AN IDEA!!" he yelled laughing maniacally as he began making the details in his mind.
Germany heard his brother and sighed and rubbed his temples. He was going to the medicine store later and buy some headache pills for whatever scheme Gilbert was planning.
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Later in the afternoon, Prussia could be seen going around the house carrying various items while arguing loudly on the phone and out to the garden where a stage was being set up.
Germany was about to go and ask Prussia but Italy arrived and talked him into going to the grocery to buy ingredients for pasta, pizza and gelato. As Germany tucked his wallet into the pocket in the back of his pants and left with Italy, he very much hoped that his house would still be there because hoping that it would still be exactly the same it was before he left was already asking God too much.
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Prussia waved at his brother leaving and grinned when he couldn't the man anymore. "Alone at last…" he muttered happily. He pulled out his mobile and dialed a number.
"Sup? Get your tiny ass right here now and help me with the prep!" yelled Prussia into the phone. "What do you mean you're busy? You can't be busy! All you're doing is lazing around that damn house of yours! Come on already! For old times sake! We were allies and buddies of sort dammit! You can even bring that boy toy of yours!"
Prussia walked around the room waving his hands around in the air.
"He ain't your boy toy then?" He blinked. "Really? You sure? Man, you guys bicker like an old married couple and you aren't even together? Jeez! Quit yelling alright?! Don't get your knickers in a twist! Just come here and help, alright? If not, I'll tell everyone what you were doing during the Seven Years War! Yeah, yeah! I love you too! The usual on Friday? Right! Oh and bring those punk clothes of yours! See ya! Come now!"
And with that Prussia cut off the call with a huge grin. This was going to be awesome!
He then went back to the garden where his chicks were bouncing on top of the equipment. Prussia had somehow gotten Austria to leave his other 'tasteless' musical instruments at Germany's place before. He looked around at the stage and equipment. Then a single thought came to his awesomely brilliant mind.
"That prissy bastard better hurry up already or those letters are reaching France."