A/N:
A chapter story that I've began but never uploaded, so yep.
Warning: Prussia's potty mouth, sexual innuendos.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia nor any of the mentioned characters.
Brief Summary: It's the day before valentines and there is no real surprise that a certain Prussian is alone on this day. But wait... he receives a letter from a anonymous person? A secret admirer you say? Now driven with the curiosity to find out who is behind all this. Gilbert is counting on his two best friends Antonio and Francis to help him find out who the person can be.
If there was one specific holiday the awesome Prussia absolutely hated. It would have to be none other than Valentine's one time of year that filled the whole earth with chocolates, love and everything that is pink. Of course it always happened to be the day Gilbert was single every time, every year. Which only ticked off the Prussian even more. As he spent the entire celebration watching nations he knew too well spend the bastard day with their significant other.
"FICK ZIS SCHIESSE! ...". He roared, as he threw the last of the empty heart shaped boxes at the wall. Gilbert huffing as he sat crisscrossed on the living room sofa. It was currently the day before Valentines.
In attempt to brighten himself up earlier, he bought 20 of the same designed heart shaped boxes. That contained his favorite brand of German chocolate. He was able to do this with the help of his dear brothers credit card. Bruder really needs to find a better hiding spot. Rather than placing it inside the last drawer of his dresser. Gilbert recited in his that he recalled that, he'll have to check out his brothers secret stash of X-rated porn magazines he also found during his search. Wine-colored eyes peered over the pile of scattered broken boxes. He had a feeling they mimicked his own heart. If the awesome him wasn't so stubborn to admit it.
"Verdammt ..zis ...zis crap o' holiday shouldn't exist!". he murmured as his gaze turned to the television."Vho ze hell even started it?!". The TV screen was featuring commercials that supported the very day he despised.
It wasn't too long after that the sound of click clacking of boots reached his ear drums. As Gilbert perked his head in the direction where he heard it the most.A familiar sound of a groan was let out."Bruder? ...vas ze hell is all zis?".
Germany was standing tall in the middle of the section that connected the living room into a hallway. He stood there with arms crossed over his chest and toe tapping. Just showing how annoyed he was about the fact the own elder brother couldn't keep the house clean for even a second.
"Zis? ...Zis is ze undeniable truth of ze shitty holiday zat dares to call itself ze loveliest und vonderful day of ze year!". Gilbert blurted back, not at all questioning his logic of Valentine's day.
The Germans face completely showed what he was thinking. He allowed a few minutes of silence before speaking once again. " Zat is jour own point of view". He snorted then added on." Besides maybe if jou acted more mature in jour relationships und don't go flirting vith everyone jou see". A long sigh." Zhen jou vouldn't be all alone at ze moment". He often had to repeat the same thing to his brother who had a thick skull.
That stirred Gilbert's blood as he launched a sofa pillow at the blonde. "Fick off Vest! ...It's not mein fault people can't handle mein awesomeness~".
Ludwig was quick into reaction as he took a step to the side, evading the incoming object. When it was all clear to call gave a half hearted chuckle, his brother is truly is the most immature man he ever knew.
"Ja ..Zat is definitely right East". Germany rolled his eyes in a playful manner. It has been decades since he called his older brother by their silly pet names.
It warmed up the Silverettes heart hearing his brother willingly call him by his nickname he so forcefully told him millions of times to do. Yet he still let out a scoff as he narrowed his eyes towards the German." Screw jou ...Just Screw jou".
The taller male sauntered his way over to his brother. Soon leaning down to eye level the white haired man." Nein...I vould have to deny jour offer East". Germany continued on taunting the older man as he poked the albinos cheek." Incest is a sin bruder...".
Gilbert swatted the younger mans hand, as his left brow twitched. His pale cheeks burning to a shade of maroon. The Prussian glared at his brother, much passion hatred be hide it." Arschloch! .. Jou don't just ficken do zat kind of shit".
Ludwig raised a brow in return, he was quite puzzled." Bruder... I zhink jou need to get some fresh air".
"VAS I need is for zis douche of a holiday to end already!". Prussia snapped right back.
A startled yelp echoed around the whole house. As the Prussian was tugged by the front of his shirt. Easily pulling the albino over the sofa, onto the cold hard floor below."O-Oi?! ...Vas ze hell Vest?!". He looked up, pain was shown on his pale face.
"I had enough of jour sour mood bruder ...plus". Ludwig's voiced trailed off." Italy is coming over...und I vant jour arsch out of zis haus". His voice sported layers of venom as he jerked the elder man from the arm, to stand on his two feet. Then proceed to drag the Prussian forward and on ward to the door.
Prussia wasn't going to back down so easily without a fight. As he kicked around, arms flailing to set himself free from his capture." I FICKEN KNEW IT!". He continued to struggle on." JOUR VITH ZAT ITALIAN! ..".
No response from the German. His struggling proven to be useless against his own younger brothers strong grip on him. Not soon after Gilbert was tossed outside the house much like a puppy that was scolded.
Prussian landed on his rear with a loud thump." Zis is bullcrap!". He yelled, the door slammed shut before he could continue on.
After what seemed like hours spent on searching and planning. The Prussian decide to give up on his quest to find a way muttered a few curses under his breath as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets. He didn't even bother into asking politely to be let back inside, as he strolled far away from his home. Kicking a few innocent rocks along the way. He didn't know exactly where he was heading, just allowing his legs to mindlessly lead him anywhere. The walk did magic in calming him down his earlier tantrum.
Blood red eyes scanned their scenery as he walked down the streets of Eastern part of Germany. It brought a smile onto his lips as he observed men and women alike go on with their own personal agendas. Despite the occasional stares given to him due to his unusual physical traits. That easily gave him away in the crowd of thousandths. He was just fine as he found himself whistling to a catchy tune he heard a while ago. The Prussian found himself wandering towards a park where he regularly took Ludwig during the time before the Berlin wall. It wasn't so popular with the locals. Which makes it a perfect place for the two nations to just relax and bond. Well nation and ex-nation now. Gilbert's lips formed a frown as he picked up his pace.
Gilbert couldn't help but reminisce of his years when he was still a powerful nation. In his distraction, he walked into a hard surface. Hitting it head on as he was sent falling backwards, landing on his back. A startled yelp was let loose."Schiesse ...vas ze fick vas za-". He was cut off by the sound of laughter assaulting his ears.
His brows knitting together in pure anger. It didn't take any effort in figuring out exactly who it belong to." Russian arschloch..." he hissed directly towards his source of anger.
"Ahh~ ... Comrade that was quite funny to watch". The Russian turned around to face the albino man. Snickering, as the corner of his lips curved to form his usual childish smile. "But you must look where your going ...its not nice to bump into people like that". Ivan held out his hand, offering to help the Prussian up.
Prussia slapped away the others hand. Gritting his teeth as he picked himself off the ground."Vell ...it vouldn't have happened if jou veren't just standing zhere!".
Ivan gave a distasteful frown, staring at the other. "I was not ..." He paused, noticing how he was lowering himself down to the Prussians level. "Anyways ...I was planning to come met you in your brother's house". Sound of fabric rubbing against fabric as he fished into one of his coat pockets.
Gilbert tilted his head to the side in curiosity. Crimson eyes catching every little tiny movement the Russian made. Not long after Ivan gave a "Ah-ha" sound. As he retrieved out an envelope. He peeked at it to make sure it was the correct one before he handed it over to Gilbert.
The Prussian took it, scanning it from all sides before opening it. Finding a piece of paper with surprisingly neat penmanship. Far better that his own at that. Gilbert pulled it out in awe. Not giving a second thought as he started to read it, utterly ignoring the others presences.
Dear Gilbert Beilschmidt,
Your hair reminds me of early winter snowflakes as they float gently down from the sky.
As for your eyes a field of blooming spring roses.
Your lips are like two fresh cherries. Which I imagine them to be sweet.
And who can't forget your awesomeness that over passes the length of the universe.
I write to you this letter. For am too afraid to tell you in person.
Ich liebe dich.
But I wish this will serve for me.
So you can keep an eye out.
To search and love me back in return.
I will be leaving some hints.
Until then I will be waiting for you, Gilbert.
From your secret admirer.
The Prussians eyes stay fixated on the content of the letter. He read it over and over till it finally clicked in his mind."Oi...I hate you and all". He glanced up at the Russian with a raised brow.
" Aber ..zis could never work". He told it as it was with little to no remorse. Furthering his opinion of the matter he pointed at himself then at the taller male. In a strange sort of gestured.
Ivan gazed back at the other man, a look of bewilderment. Only when he understood what was going on. In a swift motion he grabbed the Prussian by the shirt collar. Raising Gilbert off the ground and up to his height, leaving the Prussian to float a few inches off the floor." Excuse me? ..".
Gilbert gave a scoff as he held up the letter for the blonde ashed haired man to see." Zis! ...Jou vrote zis shitty piece of pussy romantic crap didn't jou?".
"Nyet...I did not comrade". The Russian's dark violet orbs pierced at the Sliverette in a death glare." I am only the massager...".
Prussia eyed Ivan in a skeptical manner. He for sure thought it was the Russian bastard who wrote it. Oh well, He'll just have to settle in accepting the little scavenger hunt. He blinked a few times, wait why the hell should he care?. More importantly why the hell hasn't the bastard put him down.
"Dummkopf! ...put ze awesome me down!". Gilbert sneered. He was gifted with a present of a hard blow to the face.
The Prussian layed on the cold wet grass. His nose badly bent as it spewed out blood. The albino had forgotten how painful the other could effortlessly beat the crap out of stood towering over the Sliverette.
A wide grin that reached ear to ear on his lips. "Naughty naughty bunny...you lost your obedient personality I so forcefully placed on you".
Millions of chills went down the Prussians spine as he glanced up at the taller male."S-Schiesse...". Gilbert's voice wavered from the slight fear of a future beaten soon to come. Using his sleeves as the closest thing to a napkin he could get. wipes away the blood that continued to drip from his nostrils.
The Russian watched in amusement, this is how he remember the albino. A true coward in heart not the strong prideful rebel the Prussian pretends to be in front of everyone else including him. The murderous glint in the Ivan's eyes flashes instantly to one of concern.
"Like I said comrade ...I didn't write it". He shifted his sight anywhere but at Gilbert. Seeming trying to avoid eye contact." Pardon me ...I have other issues to deal with...Goodbye". He twirled around, walking off in the direction he formerly came from.
Which left Prussia to sit there in confusion of what just happened." Vas ze fick?...".
~ ~ ~
Once he told his little adventure to his friends. Francis was the first to chuckle, the Spaniard followed soon after. "Ahh.. Merci...This sounds very romantic friend". The Frenchman chimed. As he placed an arm around the Prussians shoulders.
"Si amigo~ ...it's very romantic". Spain agreed as he nibbled on a croissant France so kindly brought as a thank you for inviting him over.
Gilbert glared daggers at the Frenchie as his cheeks gradually turned into a ruby shade. He hated it when Francis teased him of the most embarrassing of subjects."Verdammt Frenchie pants ...I zhought I told jou ze awesome me don't do romantic schiesse".
The three members of the bad touch trio sat on one single sofa. The Prussian in the middle, with Francis on the left side of him and Antonio on his right side. The friends often did this sort of thing as a way to show their affection of the friendships they all so deeply tried to keep together. Despite Gilbert's egotistic personality, Francis's over all perverted attitude and Antonio's cheerful clueless self. The three never doubted each other. Yeah sure there were those few wars that they bickered over the stupidest of things. But that is normal for friends to do isn't it?
Antonio peered down at the love letter that was set on the coffee table a few minutes ago during the Prussians explanation."Gil why didn't you ask Russia who wanted him to give the letter to you?". he interrupted the staring contest Gilbert and Francis were engaged in.
"Nein ...damn bastard left before I could even ask". he snorted as he willingly allowed the Frenchman to win this time, swirling his head to face the Spanish man. "Und ...vell ...I didn't zhink of it". Gilbert shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh ..". The Spaniard's lips perked into a small pout. He wanted to help his friend but he had little to nothing to work with.
Francis intruded into the conversation as he leaned over Prussian. Making Gilbert narrow his eyes at the Frenchman. Francis poked his dear Spanish friend on the cheek. "Don't think too hard Tonio...the smallest details can be the most important". His lips forming a small returned with a smile of his own.
The Frenchman reached out, grabbing the letter as he looked over it the fifth time."Well ...I don't see anything that resembles any nation I know".
Gilbert reclined back against the couch, arms crosses over his chest."Ehh- ...ze only few people I know zat write close to zat letter is Pussy Piano pants, Mangary und vell ... Vest". He yawned." I already asked ze little master und Lizzy ...zhey both denied".
"What about your hermano?". Antonio blinked as he stared at the Sliver haired man.
Francis for all his effort to hold it back, let out his trademark laugh." Honhonhon~ ..that would explain why it was done so secretly...I had always thought that boy had more then brotherly love for you Gilly~".
The Prussian was infuriated, his cheeks turning bright pink mostly due to anger. "Ficking bastard ...it isn't Vest, He's dating Ita-..".
The sound of a doorbell ringing halted the three friends. As all three of them at the same time glanced over at the front door."Oi ..did jou invite someone else Tonio?". Gilbert forgetting his reason for being mad, shifted his sight over at the Spaniard.
"Hnm? ..no... but it won't be bueno to leave them out there". Antonio stood up as he waltzed his way over to the door.
Francis interest turned to observe the way his Spanish friend rear moved side to side."And that moi cheri ...is the beauty of a Spaniard".
"Don't jou zhink of anyzhing else besides body parts". Gilbert scoffed, elbowing the Frenchie to end his verbal harassment of their good friend.
Francis blinked as he turned to look at the Prussian, a brow raised." Hmm~ ..this coming from the man that thought nothing but breasts". He snickered ." And may I say ...your such a late bloomer my friend~". Francis pinched both of Gilbert's cheek much like a mother to her child.
"Jour so going to die!..". Prussia let out an animalistic growl. While he attempted to bite the Frenchman's fingers off.
"Oh bloody hell ...I knew you wankers couldn't keep your hands to yourselves". It was England as he stood at the doorway entrance of the public living area, far away from the two as possible.
Not soon after did Antonio rejoined the group. "hmm? ...". He blinked as he took in the environment, which only puzzled him more.
"Mon cheri~ ..." Francis leaped off the couch, quick to rushing next to the Brit. As he grabbed hold of Arthurs hand. "How I missed you~... I was afraid I wouldn't see you today".
England's left brow twitched at the affection the Frenchman was fast to given. He swiped back his hands, keeping them close to his person." Well ...I didn't miss you Frog".
"Vell ...fick, bitchy Brit time". Gilbert gave a snarky remark as he stayed on the couch.
The Prussian making himself comfortable as he laid back, arms folded be hide his head and eyes clenched shut in a peaceful manner. He disliked it when his friends paid more attention to their lovers than him. Oh no don't get it wrong. He wasn't jealous, he just wants a day were he could hang out with his friends without any 's emerald eyes blazed in rage as they narrowed towards the Prussian. Antonio noticing this stepped in the middle of the empty space between England and Prussia.
"Haha...don't mind Gil amigo ...he was only playing".
"Oui...May I ask what brings you here~?". Francis followed suit in helping his Spaniard friend.
England had a look of little amusement. "I only came ..." His voice trailed off as he whisked out something from his jacket's pocket. "To bring this, I found it in my mailbox just this morning". In his hand he had a pink envelope with a big bolded heart in the center of it. Prussia's name written on it at the far corner. "I had to ask Germany where his white haired maniac of a brother was...He didn't know ...so I concluded he would be at your house Antonio was the second place I thought he'll be at". He coldly stared at the Prussian.
Gilbert opened his eyes half way, looking from the corner of his eyes as he took his time. When the sight of the envelope caught his attention. He flinched. "Another one!?..". The Prussian in a eager attitude. He rowdily got up, running to grab the letter. Only to trip over his own legs, landing face first on the hard wooden floor." S-Schiesse ...".
Both Francis and Arthur simultaneously rolled their eyes at the Prussians lack of balance.
"You alright?...". Antonio was far more busy tending his friend, as he kneeled next to Gilbert.
"J-Ja ...am fine ..just a scratch". The Prussian groaned as he was helped to sit up by the Spaniard.
Francis decided to take it upon himself to take the recent envelope, gently ripping it open and took out the letter."Honhon ..interesting~".
"Ehh? ... Bastard vas does it say?!". Gilbert glared up at the Frenchie, rubbing his nose to smooth out the pain that renewed itself from the earlier event.
The Frenchman coughed a few times as to clear his throat. Arthur cringed, not at all wanting to know what the letter contains" Frog you shouldn't peek your nose into other peoples business".
Francis didn't let the Brit to interfere as he went on to reading it, loud enough for all three of them too hear.
Dear Gilbert Beilschmidt,
After the day I met you I fell.
loved you instantly from the first encounter.
For you are the greatest person I ever knew.
Remembering those times where you looked so heroic yet.
Even after you gave your support to world war two to erupt,
day after day I always forgave you even when you became a blood thirsty monster.
~ From your secret admirer.
Silence hanged in the room like a thick aura when Francis finally finished.
"umm ... sounds like this person is close to you amigo". Antonio was the first to have the guts to speak, glancing over to a even more pale Prussian.
A/N: And so begins the long adventure of Gilbert trying to figure out who the secret admirer is. I have no idea how many chapters am going to do for the story but I do have a plot set up and such.