Chapter 1: In Which Gilbert Finds His Birdie
Gilbert would be meet up with the United Nations band to rehearse for an upcoming concert in about two hours. Being the awesome rapper he was he thought about all the cuties there praising his awesomeness like the god he is. Then he realized it was just practice and no fans would be there.
"I want a beer."
Nothing really brought this thought on, he just felt like drinking. He had the best thoughts when he was drunk, at least that's what he figured. Three cans later he googles the band he'll be practicing with.
"WOAH!"
His eyes scanned the lit screen and he smirked evilly, timing wise, like the grinch!
"I've got a brand new Birdie!"
It would take him a while to get to the concert hall to meet up with the others, and worried about traffic, he rushed out the door free rapping about himself, who else would he waste his breath on? Aside from Birdie of course. It was when he got in the car he realized, "Two hours? Oh! Hahaha I'm so funny! It STARTED two hours ago! HAHAHAHA! Well I'm just so awesome they'll be cool bout it. I think I'll stop for a cola on my way over, I'm sure they won't mind. Heh heh two hours, in so awesome."
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Gilbert stood before the auditorium, "I'll be performing here tonight, I feel like I'm high! I can't wait! Oh right Birdie."
He opened the doors and tossed his can behind him hoping it would make a huge explosion, that he wouldn't look at, so people would think he was a bad ass. Not awesome, people already knew he was that.
"The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt has arrived!"
He strode down isles like he was the shit, his smirk never faltering as he approached the stage.
"Are you wearing contacts?" asked the lead singer Gilbert Wikipedia-ed. What was his name? Alfred right, the bozo unawesomely pointed to his eyes like Gilbert had no idea what he meant. The prideful smirk had finally fallen (like Prussia did historically! Hahaha suck it I'm awesome! ~Tono) and he crossed his arms.
"No, the awesome me would never need such things," arrogance seeped through his pores, he was practically glowing. He posed, pointing at Alfred with one hand and the other on his hip, and smirked once again, "Looks like you're the one who needs eye help."
Bushy brows, as Gilbert title him, leant into Alfred and whispered something. Normally he would be annoyed at secrets that he wasn't included in keeping, but his smile just grew as he escalated UO the steps onto the stage.
"Now are you two together or something? 'Cause you looks perfect fo-" "Shut the fuck up," Alfred said not only cutting the awesome one off, but shoving him off the stage in the process.
Gilbert stared at Alfred a moment, this jerk off just shoved him? HIM! the most awesome thing since- since awesome itself! Then the French one said some stuff about agreeing with Gilbert, frechie was thrown off stage as well. They exchanged glances of "let's have some fun with them" and peeked back over the stage.
"So Violent," Francis grinned. Bushy brows just stepped on his money making face while Gilbert smirked at the exchange.
Francis fell to the ground and bushy brows jumped off stage to tackle the frenchman, who tried to pretend he was being ravished to ease the pain. He was unsuccessful. Gilbert took this chance to climb back on stage.
He examined the remaining people on stage when he saw the Canadian drummer, his googled Birdie! The smirk he had been wearing since he'd arrived was now a seductive one. He strolled over, still beaming with awesomeness.
"Drums Eh? Yer kinda scrawny to be doing something like that aren't ya?"
Gilbert's grin grew as he leaned over the large instrument, held "Birdie's" chin tilting it upward, getting a better look. He was so absorbed in observing the boy, he didn't even notice the shock clearly in the canadian's eyes, hiding behind his cute glasses I might add.
"You're cute. How 'bout we ditch these guys and have some s-" Alfred grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar and threw him off the stage. It hurt like hell hitting the seats, he opened one of his eyes wincing at the pain when he noticed Alfred coming, burning in rage, ready to what bushy brows was doing to Francis... Only he probably wouldn't live through it
Thank god for the Koreans, thought Gilbert, oh he's Japanese? My bad. The Filipi- I mean Japanese boy had stepped out of character for a moment and loudly told everyone to quiet down. Gilbert locked eyes once again with his Birdie, who was still red and clueless as to what had just happened.
"Now prease, we haven't gotten our first rehearsar started, I'd advise that we need to get it going now since we don't have much time to spare," said the Chin- Japanese boy, what was his name? Kinky, no Kiki? Whatever. The brit with the bad teeth and the American grumbled getting back on stage.
"Jesus in a racecar those two are violent," mumbled Gilbert to Francis as they got back on stage. "Oui, and perfect for each other." Gilbert chuckled at this and stared at Matthew for a quick sec before starting to rehearse!
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They had fit in five rehearsals, the band was sort of amazed at how quickly Gilbert had picked up the songs. He just snickered, "It's because I'm awesome, isn't that right Birdie?" Gilbert didn't give Matthew a chance to reply before agreeing with himself. Matthew was flustered thanks to Gilbert, but managed to put it out of mind during rehearsals. Of course when he was called birdie again his mind went right back to what had almost happened.
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TIME FOR THE CONCERT!
Gilbert peeked his head around the corner and his smile was huge when he saw the crowds of people, in his mind, all there to see the awesome him.
He then fell into a friendly chat with Francis, the thing about Francis was he could see himself being part of a gang or something with this guy, Gilbert would be sure to friend him on Facebook later.
"So, Gilbert, do you know any bass players? We kinda need one," asked France. "You guys need a base player? Dude, I know one! He's kinda creepy, but he'll do. He can fucking shred on the bass!" Gilbert posed like he was playing the base and moved his fingers around, even banging his head once or twice trying to look the part. "His name is Ivan Braginsky!"
"Ivan Braginsky? I think I've heard of him... Then again maybe not?" Francis rubbed at his fuzzy chin trying to remember. Gilbert stood normally, pardon me, awesomely and said, "Yeah but he's a real creeper, that's all I can say."
He inched back over to the corner and looked into the large indoor room still filling up, "So when do we walk out?" "When the people stop pouring in," said Francis. Gilbert nodded. He then realized that they wouldn't stop for a while so he took a seat next Alfred. This was getting boring.
He peeked over at Matthew spacing out, very cute. "Oi birdie," he called. Matthew looked up, "huh!" "Stand up." Matthew was confused by this but did as told. "now spin around slowly." after made a "What the fuck" face. Gilbert only smiled. He stood up and took Matthew to a more private place, only one thing on his mind: Matthew has a nice ass! Fuck yes!
He smirked when Matthew asked what he had wanted to talk about. Gilbert pinned Matthew between himself and the wall. Matthew couldn't speak because soon enough the Prussian tilted the canadian's chin upward and kissed him. Successfully taking a shy canadian's first kiss wasn't enough though, Gilbert started grinding his hips against Matthews. Matthew was trying to let out a squeak, a weak what's going on, but he couldn't. Then Gilbert's eyes shot wide open and he backed up, starting to panic. Nope he wasnt ready, not at all.
They came back, matthew was bright red, Gilbert just smirked trying not to look stupid, even though he felt that way. He had a chance at THAT ass... And totally chickened out. The concert would be starting soon, so they did a last second prep and walked on stage.
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When the show was over the group made fun laughing at Arthur who was swarmed by, for the first time, fan girls. "god be with you," said Gilbert mockingly. They joked some more and things quieted down. Francis walked off with Matthew into a room of their house. Gilbert secretly followed and looked in through the key hole.
Francis was questioning Matthew about what had happened back stage. Gilbert was scared for his life for a second then Matthew lied. Gilbert was able to calm down but things got heated fast. Soon enough Matthew was in tears and Francis looked like he was uneasy about being so rough with the cute Canadian with the sweet ass.
Gilbert was about to bust open the door to save his Birdie when he paused to think how much he sounded like Alfred there, THE HERO! He snapped back into reality when Matthew yelled, "You'd kill me if I told you! And why do you even care!"
Gilbert's eyes went wide, he knew what was going to happen next. This wasnt the first time something like this had happened... No he couldn't see something so terrible again. He couldn't look away though as Francis said, "this is why," and kissed Matthew. Gilbert then took back his previous statement as he ran away from the door, he would not be friending Francis on Facebook.
