Yes, of course I own Hetalia. What? That's stupid. Why would I be here if I did?
This takes place just after Francis asks Gilbert to get Natalia away from Ivan at the World Meeting in Belgian Chocolate. The sequels will probably skip around in that time line.
"Hey West! You gotta hear this!" exclaimed Gilbert as he burst into his brother's house. But the albino was met with a rather adorable Feliciano wearing nothing but a pair of boxers (which bore a rather realistic looking spaghetti print).
"Ve~ Prussia! Good morning!"
The taller man smiled at the adorable little Italian. "And an awesome morning it is, Ita-chan! Kesesese!" With that, he stepped past the brunet to find his brother. "West!" he called as he made his way to the back of the house.
"Ludwig is out buying some wurst," Feliciano informed him cheerfully. "What did you need?"
"Actually, I have some pretty awesome news!" Gilbert said excitedly, turning to the smaller man.
"Ooh what is it?" the brunet asked, leaning in as if he would not be able to hear the loud voice of the man before him.
"Okay, so you know how I'm dating Iv-Russia right?" The small man nodded, his curl bobbing up and down playfully as he did so. "And you know his sister?"
"Waah! She's not coming here is she? She scares me!" He began to shake a bit.
"No, no, no," Gilbert said, trying to soothe the Italian. "You know how she's so un-awesomely obsessed with him?" Feliciano nodded again. "Well Belgium- you know her- wants to try and hook up with her! How awesome is that?"
The little man looked a bit confused. "Ve~ that's nice I guess... But why are you so excited?"
Gilbert's eyes widened. He couldn't understand why the other wasn't excited. "'Cause, Ita-chan! I have to listen to I- Russia cry about her all the time! If it works and the crazy bitch leaves him alone, I won't have to worry about it anymore! See?"
"Oh, I see," Feliciano smiled widely. "Well that's nice, Prussia! Want some pasta? I was about to make some!"
"Nah, thanks. I'll just wait for West's wurst. Got any beer?" The taller man flopped down lazily on the couch, his excitement dying down a bit after his tirade.
"It's too early!" the brunet pouted at his friend, who scoffed but said nothing more, instead flipping on the television. Feliciano took this as permission to leave and flitted off to the kitchen to start making his morning bowls of pasta.
Gilbert was zoning out quite happily when his portable rang loudly. I'm too sexy for my shirt. He flipped it open. "What's up Francis?"
"Gilbert, I forgot to tell you. You can't tell anyone about the plan, d'accord?"
"Eh he he... why?"
"... You already told someone, didn't you?"
"Maybe."
"Who?"
"...Italy?" the albino said guiltily.
He heard a sigh from the other end of the line. "He couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it."
"Ah, he'll be fine," Gilbert said, not believing himself in the least. He could tell that Francis didn't believe him either.
"Never mind. Just don't tell anyone else, understand?"
"Gotcha," Gilbert replied before snapping his phone shut. He stood up and stretched a bit. "Hey, Ita-chan, commere*!" he called.
Feliciano soon came strolling into the room, a bit of tomato sauce still on the edge of his mouth. "Ve~ what is it, Prussia?"
"I need you to not tell anyone what I told you, okay? Not even West," he added sternly. Feliciano nodded obediently. The albino smiled. "Awesome. I gotta go. Bis später!"
"Ciao Prussia!" he called happily.
With that, Gilbert walked out the door and put his hands in his pockets. He sighed, a bit disappointed that he would not be able to tell Ivan about his sister, but he was less likely to get angry if he didn't know, anyway. As he got into his (awesome) car, he was suddenly struck with an (awesome) thought. I'm getting laid at a World Meeting tomorrow. He "kesesesese'd" quietly to himself at this. England had better do an awesome job. Not that I could ever look any less than awesome. Yes, tomorrow was going to be awesome. Not only would he get laid, but Belarus would be leaving Ivan alone. (If everything went Belgium's way, that is. He would definitely get laid. 'Cause, come on. He's Gilbert.) He smiled on his way back home.
*Is this spelled correctly? I have never used it before, so I am unsure about it. Okay, so here's how these sequels will (probably) work. They will be much shorter than Belgian Chocolate and they will all be connected. Cause and effect, you see. Also, sorry for taking so long to restart. I've been doing ridiculous amounts of canoodling. Yes, canoodling. But I should be back to posting daily.