Gilbert- Luddy's a mean person.

Ludwig- DON'T CALL ME THAT!

Feli- But you said I could call you that!

Ludwig- yes, Feli you can.

Gilbert- Oh so your boy toy can call you Luddy but your own brother can'?

Ludwig- Off topic! Hetaliashadow doesn't own Hetalia. Why do I always end of saying that line?

Chapter 1

Ludwig had been up all night doing his paperwork in the kitchen. Gilbert had been playing rock music loudly all night from his room in the basement. Paperwork and rock music did not mix in Ludwig's world. Neither did Gilbert and kitchens, which is why he was getting a headache from the fumes of burnt wurst and drywall.

"Mein Gott bruder! Turn that down! I'm busy!" Ludwig yelled

"You're a workaholic. Have some fun Luddy! Come on I'll play your favorite song!" Gilbert yelled

The music stopped momentarily then Gil blasted through his bass speakers Hurra- wir leben noch by Megahertz (A/N Good song really, so is 5. Marz or really anything by Megahertz.)

"Bruder shut that off!" Ludwig yelled over the music. Gilbert didn't hear that. Or the sound of an expensive 300 year old vase crash onto the pristine floor. Ludwig did.

And that is why Gilbert Beillschmidt is up for sale on EBay.

Ludwig got up calmly, found two of his bullets for his pistol, used them as earplugs and opened the EBay window on his laptop.

For Sale: Albino ex-nation Prussia named Gilbert Beillschmidt. Height five feet nine inches, weight one hundred and forty pounds. Description: Albino who appears to be 24. Crimson red eyes, platinum hair that is messy, pale skin. Behavior: Loud, annoying, obnoxious .Facts: He will annoy you in some way. Likes beer and wurst. Can be called Gil, Gilbert, Mr. Awesome, East Germany (you may not call him East) will hurt you if you call him Kaliningrad. Warning: Do not let him cook if you like living. Reason for sale: I can't take the noise anymore! Price: (I'd say free but I need a price so you can bid so one euro to start.)

Ludwig posted that and sighed. He loved his bruder, but he was going to kill him pretty soon. It was for the best currently. Ludwig got a beer, took the bullets out of his ears, and took his work upstairs.

After about an hour he was done. He looked at the EBay window, there were some bidders. A Mathew Williams whose picture ID was a pancake and Ivan Braginski whose picture was a vodka bottle. Ludwig's fired and fumed brain didn't comprehend those people were Canada (who?) and Russia. He saw the time, five forty three and groaned. The bid was up to 29 Euros. He set the bid window for 48 hours and shut off the laptop. He crawled o the bed and fell face first into it, groaning when he felt the bed vibrating from Gilbert's bass speakers down below.

But not even that kept him awake, as he fell asleep.

Meanwhile Ivan and Mathew were in a vicious battle over who would get Gilbert. The prices soared, and angry messages were sent back and forth. And Gilbert, unaware of this all, was drinking a beer watching a video of drunk England singing. None of them knew a peaceful Canadian was about to scare the world.

And that world included Russia.

Falke- oooh look is a cliff hanger! Don't you love me now? *evil laugh* Onne Chan will enjoy this next chapter. Hope yal liked it.

Ludwig- Buy him! Now before I shoot him and get arrested!

Gilbert- That isn't nice West.

Ludwig- And don't dare call him East or I'll hurt you.

Romano- Damnit potato bastards! You're annoying! Review and I'll have the mafia shoot them!

Antonio- Roma! That's a little rash. Review and I'll give you some of Belgium's chocolates.