Chapter 1

AN

Please excuse the dreadful title which makes no sense whatsoever.

I have a bit of an affinity for sick-fics, and I woke up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago and just started writing this. It's turning out a lot longer than I expected, but oh well. Each chapter switches between Prussia's and Austria's POV. I also use a lot of German, cos I speak the language well, and I have this headcanon that Gil can't be bothered with English all the time, so he reverts to his native German. I'll provide translations if you need them. Enjoy! =^-^=

Pairings: PruAus (duh), GerIta (established), Spamano (you know how it is between them), FrUk (implied)

Rating: PG (for intense fluff) No yaoi or anything though

Summary: Gilbert is just about ready to confess his true feelings towards Roderich, when a certain Austrian's knack for getting lost creates a whole lot of havoc.

WARNING: This has quite a bit of fluff. Like, a LOT of fluff. It's about as fluffy as Gilbird, to be honest.

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*Prussia*

Prussia sat on Austria's couch, waiting for him to come home. He'd broken in through the back window, as usual, only to find the manor strangely devoid of its usual tunes. After a quick investigation, finding the piano seat empty, the laundry unwashed, and the kitchen unkempt, the former nation came to the conclusion that the priss had dropped everything and run off at a moment's notice. A quick phone call to West cleared up the matter.

"Hey West, it's your awesome älterer Bruder!"

"Gilbert, where are you? You broke into Austria's house again, didn't you?"

"Ja, of course! Ist mein favorit Spiel. Where is the priss anyway? He's not here."

"He went to the markets with Feli- uh, with Italy. He ran out of pasta and went a little insane."

"Oh. Well, do you know when he's Rückkehr? It's kinda… langweilig here, ya know, and I wanted to talk to him."

A heavy silence greeted Prussia.

"West? You still there?"

"…You're going to tell him, aren't you."

The albino stiffened.

"I uh, don't know what you're weitläufig about West."

"Look Preußen, you can't expect anything from him. Just because you like him, doesn't mean he'll like you back. I just…Ich will nicht sie verletzt."

Gilbert could hear the stiff tone in his little brother's voice, the one that showed he was being affectionate. Gott verdammt, he never knew how to respond when Ludwig got all mushy, however rarely that was.

"Uh, right West. Whatever you say. Muss gehen, bye!"

"GILBERT, DON'T YOU HANG UP ON-"

He quickly dropped the phone back into its cradle, just as an excessively loud bang rattled the windows and made him jump. Thunder. The sky opened up and rain bucketed down, electricity sliced apart the no longer fluffy clouds, and the thunder rumbled with a strange similarity to Antonio's snoring.

Prussia sighed to himself. Well, it was going to be a long wait for the priss to come home, so he might as well do something. On his way to the living room, Gilbert once again caught sight of the usually sparkling kitchen, which was currently littered with dirty dishes. He suddenly found himself, dishcloth in hand, wiping a crystal glass clean. Damn his neat freak ways!

He was wiping down the bench for the third time, the dishes washed, dried, and put away, when he glanced at the clock. 6:30 pm. It had been almost an hour since he'd spoken to West, yet the storm was still raging. And Austria still wasn't home…

A horrifying thought suddenly struck the former nation. Italy's house was between the supermarket and Austria's manor. The priss had probably walked Italy back to his house, dropped of the oblivious little nation, and was now… lost. In the rain. Gott verdammt!

AN

Well, there you go! Chapter one is over. Please tell me what you thought, input is greatly appreciated. Oh, here are the German translations, I used a lot more than I initially intended to, oops.

Älterer Bruder -Older Brother

Ja -Yes

Ist mein favorit Spiel -It's my favourite game

Rückkehr -Returning

Langweilig -Boring

Weitläufig -Rambling

Preußen -Prussia

Ich will nicht sie verletzt -I don't want you to get hurt

Gott verdammt -God dammit

Muss gehen -Must go

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