Hetalia AU where everyone except for Belarus is obsessed with marrying their older brothers.

I might not write all of these bc i'm a lazy little shit and some characters are hard for me to write.

Germany and Prussia [done]

France. Just France. [done]

North Italy and Romano

America and England

Belarus and Russia

Canada and France

Iceland and Norway [done]

Canada and America [done]

Spain and Portugal [done]

Liechtenstein and Switzerland

Seborga and Romano

North Italy, Seborga and Romano [done]

Belgium and Netherlands [done]

Just say which ones you want next in the reviews, or if I forgot one, feel free to suggest it :3

Ludwig stood with the rest of the Axis, glancing up from his clipboard occasionally to ask for his team members' opinions on their attack plans. Gilbert walked into the garden with a beer, and Germany dropped the clipboard that he had been holding in order to stare at his older brother. "...Gilbert, I thought you were going to be with Austria today..." the blond said as he looked at the albino, his heart beating several times faster than normal.

He watched as Gilbert shook his head, biting his bottom lip as his cheeks reddened. "O-Oh, so you're here today..?" He asked, moving towards the Prussian as he dismissed his friends, telling them that training was over.

Gilbert looked across at the two departing nations, wishing that he hadn't decided to come out here for some fresh air. West was Nuts! This infatuation had been one that he'd enjoyed for a while, especially since Ludwig had always insisted that the narcissistic Albino was awesome and did whatever Gilbert told him to, but as soon as Ludwig had started to bring up the subject of marriage, Gilbert decided that there really wasn't anything all that great about his younger brother's obsession with him. Prussia didn't notice that Ludwig was holding something in his hands until he saw his brother mumbling something quietly. Ludwig was trying to propose again, wasn't he? Heaving an annoyed sigh, Gilbert put his hands on top of Ludwig's, pushing the younger's shaking hands down as he shook his head. "Are you holding that ring again?" the older of the two asked, tilting his head to the side. His brother nodded, and Gilbert held his open palm out. "Give it here, West." He instructed, and Ludwig almost smiled, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes as he put it down in his older brother's hand. Prussia inspected it for a moment before pulling his arm back and throwing it, watching as the round piece of silver metal zoomed through the air and landed out of sight in one of the neighbouring countries' garden. Gilbert stretched and scratched the back of his neck, going back inside and ignoring his stunned brother. He made his way downstairs and locked the basement door behind him. Couldn't have West getting in. Things could get messy.

Gilbert flopped onto his bed and sighed. "Ja, My little brother is nuts." He muttered to himself, flicking through a magazine and sipping his beer. He fell asleep a few hours later, and as a result didn't notice his younger brother shoot the lock and enter the room until it was too late and Ludwig had entered the room, the gunshot waking Gilbert only after Germany was inside. Groaning, Prussia looked up at his younger brother and sighed again. "...I'll let you sleep in here if you agree to use your own bed tomorrow."

Ludwig's face went red and he shook his head quickly. "N-Nein...I don't come down here for that...I just...Uh..." The blond cleared his throat, looking away. "I-Ich Liebe Dich...G-Gilbert..." he admitted, or rather, he whispered it half hoping that his brother would hear and half hoping that he wouldn't.

The albino rolled his eyes and pointed a tired finger in Germany's direction. "Gilbirds, Attack." He muttered, and an army of the yellow birds flew up and violently escorted Ludwig out of the room.

"Brothers." Gilbert muttered, going back to sleep.