Okay guys, have this disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own these characters or Hetalia. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own the plot though! (If I did own everything, Hetalia would have a lot more PruCan. And I mean a LOT)
Warnings: yaoi, Prussia-ness, slight swearing, and possible implications of explicit things (I don't know, it's got Prussia in it, so it is very likely, but it's tbd)
Human and country names used.
On with the story then!
Chapter 1: The Challenge
Gilbert sat at the table, leaning back and watching his boyfriend cook. He stood up and sneaked over to the stove, snaking his arms around the man's waist, receiving a small yelp in return.
"Gil! You almost made me burn the food!"
He laughed. "Sorry Birdie."
He got a small "hmpf" in reply as Matthew turned back to the stove, flipping over the pancake and turning the sausages on the other side. Gilbert kept his arms around Matthew and Matt leaned onto him.
"Hey Gil?"
"Mmm?"
"I gotta go by America's place today for a meeting."
"Do you have to?"
"Yes. I don't have a choice." Matthew turned around, throwing his arms around his beloved albino's neck, giving him a kiss.
"You could skip the meeting and stay here with me."
Matthew smiled. "You know I can't."
Gilbert gave an overdramatic sigh. "Yeah, I know. When are you leaving?"
He buried his face into the other's neck. "After we eat."
"Then I better eat slowly."
Matthew gave him a little squeeze before turning around to turn off the stove. Gilbert grabbed some plates and Matthew put the food onto them, Gilbert setting them on the table and Matthew getting the utensils and maple syrup.
They sat down to eat. They always had some strange conversation during breakfast. Today, it was whether or not Arthur was mentally insane.
"No, I swear I saw flying mint bunny once."
Gilbert looked at him in feign concern. "Mattie, I think you're going insane, too."
"I'm serious! I saw a green thing with wings flying around Arthur! It was when Russia sat on me!"
"Wait, he has a blue-purplish aura, right?"
Taking another bite of his pancake drenched with maple syrup, he replied, "Yeah, so?"
"That day, I had Gilbird fly into your guys' meeting and attack Arthur while I watched from the window. Blue and yellow make green, so Ivan's aura-thing probably made your eyes mix up the colors."
Matthew gasped. "You have a fundamental understanding of science!"
The albino poked Matt with his fork. "Shut up."
After a bout of laughter, Matthew finally calmed down enough to say, "Alright, maybe Arthur is just lonely and made up some friends to talk to."
"No, he really thinks they're there."
Matthew was about to counter before he glanced at his watch and realized how late it was. "Oh, I have to go!" He jumped up and gave his boyfriend a kiss. He was headed towards the door when he was pulled onto a lap and encased inside a pair of strong arms. "Gil! I have to go right now!"
"Mmm 5 more minutes."
"Gil!"
A sigh. "Okay, fine." He let go and watched as his love started running towards the door, leaving, but not without first turning around and waving. Gilbert waved back and decided to clean up the dishes.
Matthew got home the next morning, having slept over at Alfred's house, and was excited to tell his boyfriend what had happened. The meeting had been to decide what other goods should be included in the trades between America and Canada. But Francis had shown up. Their bosses had decided to include France in their trade. Matthew had been really excited because he knew all the good things Francis had in his country, having been raised by him.
He happily bounded through the door. "Sorry I'm late. Alfred really wanted to have a sleepover and you know how he is. Anyway, guess what- what happened here?"
In front of him was his normally very neat house with beer cans everywhere, glass shards on the floor, furniture flipped over, and a very exhausted Gilbert on the floor. "Spain, France, visit. Romano mad."
"You let Romano, the small Italian, beat all three of you guys up?" Matthew was obviously amused.
"He brought in the whole damn mafia! Just because Antonio accidentally left him at the mall after making him dress up as a tomato and stealing his other clothes!"
"That sounds like a very justifiable reason to be mad."
"Not mad enough to sic a mafia on your boyfriend!"
"You don't know what tricks I've got up my sleeve. Don't make me mad."
Gilbert pulled himself up off the ground. "Oh really now? You cute little thing? What could you possibly do that is equivalent to a mafia?"
"I won't do it unless I'm really mad. And it takes a lot to make me mad."
Gilbert smiled, devilishly. The kind of smile that only comes out when he's planning something. Something big. And it's never a good thing. "Is that a challenge?"
"Oh god, why are you looking at me like that?"
"The awesome me will get you mad enough to show me what you've got, and then I can determine the truthfulness of your statement."
"Just what exactly are you planning?"
Gilbert said nothing, still having that look in his eyes. Thinking of a way to make his awesome plan work.
Hi everyone! This part is really short, even for a prologue type thing. I have a suspicion that most of the chapters are either going to be really short, or there won't be many chapters. Or both. Sorry in advance!
Please tell me what you think! All feedback is appreciated!
Bye for now! Nicoli out