ah yes...another story...true i have like...3 ongoing ones and i promised to rewrite another but i have such bad writer's blog with them, i decided to write a new story.
and yes. this is another Prussia is Izaya fic.
disclaimer: i don't own hetalia or durarara! although i wish i did...
It was a normal day in Ikebukuro.
"IZAAAAAYAAAA!"
"Come and get me Shizu-chan~"
Yep. A normal day.
"Stay out of Ikebukuro flea!" Everyone's favorite blonde shouted, ripping a stop sign out of the ground and throwing it at the friendly neighborhood informant. ...That's gonna cause an accident.
"Aw but Shizu-chan~ If I did that, I wouldn't be able to see you~" Izaya teased, leaning to the right, the sign zooming past his head. "That was awfully close. Congrats Shizzy~ Maybe you aren't as brainless as I thought!" That earned him a trashcan to the stomach. And then a wall to the head. "M-mein gott...! That hurt!"
Shizuo, who had been walking up to him, plotting his death, stopped in his tracks.
"Did you just speak German?" He asked, eyebrow raised. Izaya scowled.
"Yeah. Not everyone is as stupid as you Shizu-chan." Shizuo growled, grabbing a fist full of Izaya's shirt.
"How long are we gonna keep faking this?" He hissed. Izaya smiled.
"Aw~ You don't wanna hide it~?" Shizuo glanced around and smirked, seeing that they were alone.
"Shut up, louse." He muttered, crashing their lips together. Say cheese, says the Hungarian fan girl walking past.
The secret couple of Ikebukuro broke apart, Izaya's arms wrapped around Shizuo's neck.
"Shizu-chan...that last throw actually hurt...carry me home~?" Shizuo scowled.
"Damn flea...You're lucky I love you."
"mmm~ Love you too Shizuo."
Elizabeta Héderváry, better known as the country of Hungary, quickly hid as the couple turned around. As they walked past, her eyes rested on Izaya, and widened.
"P-Prussia?!" She muttered, a little louder than intended. She watched the informant visibly tense.
"hmm? Something wrong Izaya?" Shizuo asked, stopping in his tracks. Izaya shook his head, kissing his cheek and nuzzling his head against Shizuo's neck.
"Thought I heard someone, but I was wrong." Shizuo nodded, and continued walking. "Actually...You go home without me. I have...a client...I need to speak to." Shizuo raised an eyebrow, reluctantly putting the smaller man down.
"Don't stay out too late..." He muttered, pulling his shades out of his pocket and putting them on, like a boss.
"I won't." Izaya said, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lover's cheek. Shizuo grunted in response, smiling slightly before walking away. Izaya smiled until he was out of sight, a serious scowl taking its place.
"Hungary. Get out here." Hungary winced at the tone he used, stepping out of her hiding place.
"Helló Gilbert." She said nervously, stopping in front of him. "You...You look nice?"
"Vell duh. I vouldn't be caught dead looking unawesome. Now vhy are you here?" She scowled back at him.
"A better question would be why are you here? Ca...ca...Kanadiana-"
"Canada."
"Canada has been worried sick! You just up and left without telling anyone and now I find you here, looking, acting, sounding incredibly different, and you're cheating on Mark-"
"Matthew."
"Whatever! What's wrong with you?!"
"Vhat's vrong vith me?" He asked. "Vhat's vrong vith me?!" He repeated angrily. "Vhat's vrong vith you?! You think I vas happy vith no one recognizing me as a nation?! Prussia is dead! I've tried not to believe it but I just couldn't anymore! I vas making a fool of myself trying so hard. I gave up." His voice started changing back to the voice he spoke to Shizuo in, Izaya's voice, not Prussia's. "Gilbert Beilschmidt died years ago, on the day of Izaya Orihara's birth. That's who I am now. Izaya Orihara, he who watches over the people. This is my life now, and my relationship with Shizu-chan has nothing to do with you miss." Hungary stared at him in horror, eyes narrowing as she changed her look to a glare. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face, hard. Like. A. Boss.
"Te idióta! Mi a baj veled?! I never gave up on you! Mar-I mean Matthew never gave up on you! He's still in love with you! Your brother is worried sick! Poor little Italy was a wreck when he found out you were missing! Even Romano was worried!" She glared at him, her eyes full of hate. "But it seems like you're fine here. Goodbye Gilbert. Or, should I say Izaya? Seeing as Gilbert's dead." She hit him again, storming off. He stood their, cheek stinging slightly. But hey he deserved it~!
Hungary walked into the world meeting with a devious plan. Camera in hand, she walked right up to the front of the room.
"Germany, can you get everyone's attention for me~?" She asked sweetly, bringing a bit of her frying pan into view.
It worked.
After everyone was seated and paying attention, Hungary connected her camera to her laptop, preparing the computer to project the picture up for everyone to see.
"Last night I was walking around because I couldn't sleep. I was hoping to find...something Japan told me about." She started, blushing slightly. There was no way she was telling everyone she had been looking for R18 doujin. "Anyway, while I was walking, I ran into two people." She projected the picture on the screen, a few people groaning.
"Vee...Germany, why are those two kissing?" Italy asked, slightly confused as to why Hungary was showing them this.
"Oops! Sorry, wrong picture." She quickly changed it to the picture she had taken when she realized who Izaya was. She pointed to the informant. "Who does this look like?"
A quiet gasp was heard from the back of the room, everyone turning to see who it was, jumping when they acctually saw someone.
"G-Gil?!" Canada cried, cough cough whispered cough cough, standing up quickly, Kumajiro falling out of his hands. Germany was on his feet as well, hands slammed down on the table.
"You expect me to believe zhat zhis is my bruder?!" Hungary shook her head.
"No. I don't. But listen to the conversation we had." She took out her phone and played back the recording she had taken, everyone going silent. No one spoke when it finished. Finally, Japan put his hand up, everyone's eyes quickly going to him.
"W-Werr...I know this man. Orihara Izaya. He is an information broker who frequentry visits Ikebukuro. I...can say why now..." He said, gesturing to the screen. Canada picked up Kuma and hugged him close.
"Gil...He's..." He hid his face in his bear's fur, although it didn't hide the fact that he was crying. America got up and hugged him.
"Don't cry dude, the hero's gonna make that asshole pay for hurting his brother. ...you are my brother right?" That only made Canada cey worse.
"I suggest ve all go to that city and look for him, see if ve can knock some sense into his head." Germany said, taking charge. A few other nations nodded. France glared at the screen, looking outraged.
"That bâtard! Who cares if he is my friend?! He made my little Matthieu cry!"
"Vell then Spain, France, both North and South Italy, C-...Canadia and I vill go try to find him first. Ve'll go later today and tomorrow. Everyone vill meet back here at 6 and ve'll decided the next group, as vell as sharing out finds. Meeting adjourned!"