Chapter 1

Clumsy Gilbert can never really hold up a job. It was either his clumsiness that got in the way, or he was just not good at what he was doing. He didn't go to college because…reasons. However, his little brother did; and Ludwig was a big success in working at a construction site. He made a lot of money doing what he did, and he was able to keep up the rent for his house, which he shared with his brother. Room-mates.

When his brother would come home and say he lost his job Ludwig wouldn't just flip, he'd start to lose hope. A few days ago, Gilbert just lost his job as an assistant for a lawyer. How you ask? He brought the wrong evidence in, and the guilty person won in court. Ludwig didn't even flip that time, because now he was used to it. (Sadly.)

At this moment, it was 11 o'clock at night, and his brother was asleep in bed. Ludwig was sitting at the kitchen table with a friend of his, who surprisingly pitied him despite his harsh personality.

Ludwig had his face in his hands, sighing. "Vash, I don't know what to do anymore. He just can't keep up a job and it's getting on my nerves. I feel he'll never keep up a job, and I've already began to lose hope."

"Nonsense." Vash began, "You have to be stern with him, and make sure he gets a job he'll actually be good at."

"I've tried!" Ludwig exclaimed.

"Well, I could always talk to him. I'm sure I could get through to him." Vash said in a stern tone. He pulled out his gun from his pocket to show what he meant, but Ludwig shook his head at the idea. Vash was a police officer, so carrying a gun around was ok for him.

"I need to find him a job he can never get fired from. Ever." Ludwig sighed.

Vash thought about it for a minute. "Well, you could always get him a job at Romulus' pizza."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. The owner, Romulus, is hiring. And I highly doubt he'll turn anyone down. He's such a nice guy. I think he's too nice." The Swiss man gaged.

Ludwig thought about it for a minute. Huh. Romulus' pizza. He's passed it in the car a few times but never went in there. It seemed to be in good business, and if Romulus was nice enough to tolerate his clumsy brother, then maybe it would be a good idea. Hey, as long as his brother had a job, he was happy.

"Alright. I'll try it. Thanks, Vash."

"My pleasure." Vash nodded, getting up from his seat. "Well I have to go now. I'll see you later. Good luck." Vash walked to the door and let himself out. Ludwig sighed and got up from his seat, walking to his room to go to bed. He was really hoping this could be a job his brother could keep.

…The next morning….

Gilbert was snoring away in bed. Best part about not having a job was that he got to sleep later. However, his brother always set his alarm clock to 7 AM in the morning. He says: "Your biological sleep method should always remain the same."

Nag, nag, nag; that was all he did. He always wondered why his little brother wasn't more like him. When he actually said that, Ludwig replied: "If there were two of you it would be noisy and almost everything in the house would be broken."

Hey, he couldn't help that he was clumsy. He couldn't tell if it was genetic or just him himself, cause he was always tripping over stuff and other shit like that. Hey, at least sleeping was a beautiful thing; like they said in the commercials or whatever.

RIIINNNNGGGG!

Gilbert opened his eyes a little. What was that?

RIINNGG!

Fuck, his alarm clock.

He pulled the covers over his head and groaned. He didn't want to get up this early. Why can't his brother just let him sleep late? But if he stayed in bed, all he'd hear is nag, nag, nag; all the time. He hated it.

Sighing, he turned over to his night table to shut off the snooze button. When he looked at the time it showed on the clock, it said 8:30. NOT SEVEN, 8:30.

FUCCKK HE WAS LATE!

Now he'd get to hear his brother nag. He sprung out of bed and grabbed clothes, which were a black t-shirt, slacks, and a bandana. He dashed into the bathroom to shower, which didn't take long. He got out and dried his hair, put on clothes, and brushed his teeth. He even combed his hair a little. He looked in the mirror and smirked. Looking fabulous as usual, Gil, looking fabulous. And overall awesome.

Yeah he was awesome. At least he felt that way despite messing things up a lot. Finally he dashed downstairs, readying himself for his brother's nagging.

He found Ludwig in the living room shutting off the TV and grabbing a few tools, getting ready for work. He turned and looked at the doorway when he saw his older brother standing there, panting with a nervous grin. He narrowed his eyes.

Gilbert grinned nervously. "Heh, heh. Good morning."

Ludwig frowned. "You're late. I tell you all the time to wake up early so you can have a steady time-"

*Rumble*

Gilbert flinched with a blush.

"What was that?" Ludwig asked.

"What was what?" Gilbert grinned nervously. The loud rumble echoed again and he flinched nervously. "Heh, heh, I guess it was my stomach."

"Then you should eat!" Ludwig said. Gilbert snapped his fingers with a grin and dashed to the kitchen. Ludwig sighed.

"And hurry up! You've got an hour to get to work!"

Loud thumping echoed through the hall, and Gilbert spit out his food. "What?!"

"I got you another job at Romulus' pizza. It's a good deal and pay is good. You're welcome."

Gilbert smiled widely and ran up to his brother, embracing him in a hug that only Ludwig could breathe through. "Thanks, west! I promise I won't screw this one up!"

I'd like to see that. Ludwig pushed him away for a moment. "You say that every time. PLEASE make it true this time."

Gilbert saluted with a determined grin. "Yes sir!"

Ludwig smiled at his brother's excitement. "Do you know the way there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I've passed it in the car." Gilbert said, putting on his shoes.

Oh lord. At least Gilbert could drive. He couldn't imagine him getting into a car accident. It's be awful, for him and the person who was going to sue.

Gilbert saluted and walked to the door. "Well, I'm off! See you later west!" He grinned. He opened the door and stumbled out the door. Ludwig chuckled a bit, but he was worried overall.

Please, bruder, PLEASE keep this job.

It only took Gilbert twenty minutes to drive through traffic and to the pizzeria. He had trouble finding parking, but finally he found a good spot. He parked on the other side of the road from the pizzeria and got out of his car. Cars dashed past him and he gulped, hoping to not get run over.

Finally he was able to cross. When he did so, he tripped in the middle of the street. He got up quickly and cursed under his breath. What if there were cars coming?! He could've been run over. He felt so stupid sometimes. Finally he made it inside the pizza place. He looked around the place and studied it. He could see a short man behind the counter, flipping dough in his hands and humming a small tune. He had a long curl on the left side of his head, and he was smiling as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Suddenly another man, kinda grumpy looking, came out of the kitchen mumbling something under his breath. He grabbed a large bowl of dough and brought it into the kitchen. This guy had a curl too, but on the right side of his head.

Gilbert didn't know who Romulus was or looked like. He walked up to the counter and bent over it to ask the cheery man. "Excuse me?"

"Hm? Oh, ciao!" The man smiled. "How can I help you?"

"Um, I'm here for the job. Where's Romulus?"

The Italian dropped the dough he was twirling in the air and smiled widely. "Oh, you're the new worker? Ve! I'll take you to grandpa Romulus."

"No need, Feli, I'm right here." A tall man walked out of the kitchen. He had brown hair with a few curls and was smiling widely. Damn. Italian people were cheery, weren't they?

The man leaned over the counter and smiled. "You must be Gilbert. Your brother called and asked if you can take the job. Do you think you can make-a pizza?"

Gilbert thought about it. He could cook. Except sometimes the stove would accidently catch fire. Or he'd forget about the dish and it'd be burnt. Or when he took it out he would stumble and it would fall on the floor. But he kept this all to himself. But yeah, making pizza seemed easy. "Yes sir."

"Can you take people's orders?"

That's easy. "Yes sir."

"Wonderful! You're-a hired." Romulus held out his hand for a handshake, and Gilbert accepted it. "Welcome to the team."

"Th-thank you!" He smiled. "I won't let you down!" He hoped.

Romulus smiled. "Good. Come, I'll get you an apron." Romulus lead him to the kitchen and gave Gilbert an apron, which he quickly put on. He was told to manage the counter with the man Feliciano. Right now he was watching the short Italian put the dough in the oven.

"Ve." He smiled. "You're gonna love working here. It's fun." He smiled.

Gilbert smiled back. Suddenly he heard someone clear their throat behind him, and he turned around. He was facing the other small Italian from before, and he was tapping his foot angrily.

"Hey big brother Lovino!" Feliciano smiled. He turned to Gilbert. "Gilbert, this is my big brother Lovino."

Gilbert smiled and waved his hand softly. The Italian continued to frown. "You. What is your nationality?"

Why did he ask that? "I'm Prussian. Many people say I'm German, but actually I'm Prus-"

"Oh great, a potato bastard in our restaurant!" Lovino threw his hands on the air and growled. He turned to the kitchen and walked out, "Don't talk to me, bastard."

Gilbert's eyebrow raised and he was already confused. "What the hell was that?"

Feliciano sighed. "He doesn't like Germans and/or Prussians. Lord knows why."

Well that was nice. Gilbert shrugged. "I'll just ignore him."

"Good." Feliciano smiled. He opened the oven and took out the pizza, which smelled great and made Gilbert's mouth water.

Gilbert glanced around the pizzeria. So many people, and so few employees. He turned to Feliciano, curiosity peaked. "Hey, does anyone else work here?"

"Only one other person. A pretty lady." Feliciano smiled, cutting the pizza with a pizza cutter.

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Elizabeta. She's a nice girl who packs a punch. She's strong and pretty." He grinned. "But her fist scares me. Not my type."

Gilbert rose an eyebrow. "Is she here?"

"Not yet. Her shift starts in an hour."

Gilbert stared at the door. A lady? Hm. He didn't see that coming.

But that didn't matter right now. He was happy he got a job here, and he was determined to keep it. He smiled, proud of his success.

Author's note!

Gilbert is so OOC I swear. But that's the point, isn't it? And he's just so cute my baby Prussia XD

Anyway, Elizabeta comes in the next chapter. I hope you like this story so far.

See you in the next chapter! ;3

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