Warnings? Gilbert's language. That's about it. I don't own Hetalia.


"You still coming Friday or what?" Antonio asked, changing the subject.

"Dunno. Lud's got a loose tooth." Gilbert shifted the phone to sit between his shoulder and cheek as he assessed the small amount of change in his open palm.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the Spaniard demanded

"It's his first tooth." the albino emphasized, as if that alone would suffice for an answer. It didn't.

"Um. So..?"

Gilbert rolled his eyes "It's supposed to be some kind of big milestone in his life or somethin'." he replied, "I kinda wanna be there for it since the old man'll probably be working, you know?"

"Not really." Antonio mumbled

"That's 'cause you're an only child." the German explained, wincing as another voice, a loud voice shouted into the receiver.

"Dude, you've been reading way to many parenting books!"

"What the fuck, Toni?! Am I on speaker?!"

"Yup." Alfred answered for him

"Just give him a quarter or something and be done with it." Antonio supplied

"He hasn't lost it yet." Gilbert replied, still irritated

"Give him a potato to bite then. You Germans like potatoes right?" the American asked

"Dumbass American stereotype."

"By saying 'dumbass American stereotype' you lead me to believe that you categorize all Americans as stereotypical dumbasses, which is a stereotypical assumption in itself. So theoretically, I can conclude you're a hypocritical German."

"Based on your analysis of my previous statement, I can conclude that you have at least two working brain cells."

"Ha ha funny." Alfred's voice came out in a monotone

"If only it were."

"Dude, what's you're problem?"

"Toni take the damn phone off speaker. I can't deal with the peanut gallery right now." Gilbert dragged a hand down his face wearily.

He heard a click from the other line, "Very charismatic of you." Antonio muttered dryly

"Shut up."

"Listen, just find a way to get his tooth out. Make him eat hard things, do the trick with the string and the doorknob. Foul play it."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. No promises." Gilbert hung up and tossed the phone on his bed. It was time to find Ludwig.


This one's been floating around in my head for awhile now so I guess I kinda wanted to get it out. Eh. Lots of little ficlits Floating around lately. I'll try to get some if them posted but it all depends on my schedule. If it holds as it does now, I'll be pretty active as far as updating short chapters and such. Thanks for your patience and support, every review, favorite follow, PM, etc. Requests for Germancest/RusGer/AmeGer are welcome.

- BlackWolfOfBlueMoon