{{A/N: Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia, as much as we wish we did, we don't that honor is fully Hidekazu Himaruya. Also Character's may be a little OOC, but we are trying our best. ^^}}

My Precious Maniac: A Year In The Life

Chapter 1: You are going to eat him!

The rain had been falling steadily for the last four hours and the constant drumming on the old roof of the tall Victorian style mansion was lulling Francis into a calm that he wasn't sure he wanted to be lulled into. Lifting the crystal glass to his lips he took another swell of the crimson red liquid of the wine. The house was quiet, mostly due to the fact that it was an older style house, as well as the maid was not in that night. She had taken her daughter to a classmate's house for March break. France yearned for company; he hated being in such a big house all by himself. Sure, he had his pet dove, but the little thing didn't talk to him so it was eerily quiet… That was, until he was startled out of his calm by a knock on the door that had him almost spilling his drink all over the front of himself. Cursing quietly he stood up and strode over to the heavy cherry wood doors where the noise had emanated. Putting on a half-smile, half-frown he opened the door.

As the door creaked open he noticed a familiar figure standing on the porch with the torrent of rain still raging behind him. Gilbert stood there, shivering. A wide smile grew on his face as he said "Sup man?" There was a long pause as France stood in the door way staring at him. Gilbert cleared his throat and asked. "Yo, man you going to invite me in or what? I'm freezing my fucking nuts off!"

Francis stared with a puzzled look. The sight of Prussia outside in the rain was a major shocker. He couldn't find his voice so he just stared at his childhood friend. However, when Gilbert cleared his throat and opened his mouth, Francis snapped out of his trance, "Oh, sorry, but why are you here, mon ami, this makes no sense?" It was all he could think of to question the current situation.

"No sense? Why would his being at France's door make no sense?" Gilbert thought as he smiled, "Hey can't someone as awesome as me come and visit my old friend?"

France gave him a suspicious look.

"What?!" Gil replied, "... Okay! So maybe I visited a few other friends before you."

Francis had to smirk at the last comment, and with that he shook his head. Moving out of the main doorway so that Prussia could enter his home, "It is cold out there, we can continue inside." As he waited for the other man to follow he remembered his manners, "Mon deau, I have been rude, can I get you something warm to drink, a tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?"

Gilbert stepped past France as he entered the manor and looked around. In response to his question he stated, "I'd love a beer. Bodacious crib! It's almost as awesome as my cardboard box."

Francis raised an eyebrow, he hadn't seen Prussia for a long time, the last time he saw him they were on opposite sides of a war and Prussia as well as Spain had distanced themselves from France. The sudden comment about his house and a cardboard box brought Francis back to the present. "What are you doing living in a cardboard box, aren't you living with Ludwig? I mean, the last I heard you were living in his basement." Staring at the man in front of him Francis frowned, "I, unfortunately, do not have any beer."

At that last statement Gil's jaw dropped suddenly, "What! No beer?!" He shook his head violently. "You're just as bad as little Ludwig is now. No, no, no." Gil trembled as he took long slow breaths to calm himself and after a minute or two simply replied, "I'll have water. Oh and that cardboard box is amazing! I got myself a cardboard bed and an awesome stereo system. I don't have to worry about bothering the neighbors 'cause it only plays in my head. I'm all about being green and using recycled materials." He starts a light chuckle. Startled by the sudden outburst Francis jumped a little bit. Staring wide eyed at his friend he ran a hand through his blonde hair.

"Sorry, but I don't stock up on everything. I am not a millionaire you know. No you will not have water, you will have hot apple cider, and a hot shower: I think the cold froze your brain." He said before frowning as he looked at Prussia with utter disbelief, "Ludwig kicked you out, didn't he?"

Gilbert slapped France on the back and replied, "Sounds like a plan. Nah man, I left Lu. He's just not the same any more. No fun!"

Gilbert gave France a 'know what I mean' shrug and continued, "I'd be in my awesome box now but... I didn't think to water proof the thing and it's been a harsh winter." He laughed. "I just need a place to crash during repairs. I already asked Austria and Hungary but they must not have recognized me with the door slamming shut and all."

Francis blinked in surprise- he was expecting something weird, it was Prussia after all, but he never expected this. "I suppose you could stay the night, but I can't guarantee you any longer than that; I don't live alone you know." With that he calmly walked over to the kitchen to prepare the hot apple cider. Walking through the main entrance hall he entered a relatively large kitchen. The walls were a light, warm, shade of sunny yellow. The counters were made of white and black marble with built-in modern appliances. "That brother of yours has never been "fun."" He replied as he started to prepare the drink.

"Hey, thanks man. I totally understand." Gilbert chirped and followed into the kitchen. "One more thing, can Gilbird stay too?" He asked with wide innocent eyes and a pouty lip.

Francis had then made the mistake of looking over his shoulder at his albino friend. The sight that he saw made him blink in astonishment, "I can't see where that would be a problem, Pierre would love the company of another bird." With that he turned back to the cider, a light pink blush dusting his pale cheeks. Gilbert leapt with excitement, hugging the Frenchman from behind, causing France to spill some of the cider, most of it landing on the counter.

Gilbert continued to snuggle, unaware of the spill. "You're the second person who doesn't mind Gilbird around. Wait..." He looked up and asked with even wider eyes, "You're not going to eat him, are you?"

Startled by the sudden impact, France blushed a deeper shade of red when he felt Prussia nuzzle him. He didn't even notice the little spill that had hit his hand when the cup was knocked from his grip. He was about to say something when Prussia cut in. Eat Gilbird, who the hell would eat Gilbird, was Prussia's brain really frozen? Again Francis made the mistake of looking at the man who held him. His face was now, as Spain would say, as red as a tomato when he made eye contact. Gilbert stared up at France, his eyes wide for a long time as silence passed between them. The tears came suddenly as Gilbert broke eye contact and sobbed into France.

"OH GOD!" He screamed, " You are going to eat him. Please no!" Came the strangled, choking reply.

{{A/N: French Translation's:

mon ami = My Friend

mon deau = My God/Lord

Edited version, I would like to thank you Ms. Editor ^^.}}