woah the first chapter got followers what up bros how y'all doin

Off to a bad start submitting a really short second chapter (it's several hundred words shorter than the first one I suck at this gomen)...but it's been a really long time since I actually put effort into writing anything and yeah. I never did one of those disclaimer things but uh, obviously these aren't my characters if I had created Hetalia there's no way I'd not let everyone know about it.


Twenty-four hours, several lectures, two screaming matches, and a long phone call later, Gilbert found himself alone in his bedroom packing his belongings into a large suitcase. In the morning he was bound for Germany and there was nothing he could do to stop it- unfortunately for him, he already had a passport and could leave immediately. Apparently, his life choices were not the sort of choices his parents were okay with and their solution was to send him to live with his stick-in-the-mud grandfather. Indefinitely. He barely even spoke German!

To top it all off, he hadn't been able to talk to Matthew yet.

"Dammit!" Gilbert threw the phone at the wall after another unsuccessful attempt at getting Matthew on the phone.

"Uhh...Matthew can't talk right now, he's...uh...in the bathroom!"

"...that's what you said when I called ten minutes ago."

"Oh, did I? Well then, he's...umm..."

"Thanks anyway, Ms. Williams."

Matthew didn't have a cell phone and at this rate he wouldn't get to apologize before he left. Gilbert sighed and turned to collapse face first onto his bed.

"Owww..." He reached under the pillow he'd landed on to retrieve whatever object had just bruised his cheek. It was a walkie-talkie, plugged in behind his bed and shoved under the farthest pillow. Walkie-talkie, huh? I haven't used this in months. They'd tried out the tin can phone thing across the gap between their houses and it hadn't worked out (because neither of them actually knew how that worked), so they'd saved up and bought a pair of walkie-talkies. That way, even when they were separated, they could stay up all night talking. Ever since Gilbert had made his new "friends", though, his half of the pair had gone mostly unused.

An idea struck him and Gilbert switched the walkie-talkie on, pushing the talk button hesitantly. If he was lucky, Matthew's walkie was still turned on even after all these months of radio silence.

"...er...Mattie?"

Static.

"Uh...hey, Mattie, if you can hear me...um...well I get that you don't want to talk to me but can you at least acknowledge that you're hearing me?"

More static. Gilbert left his bed and walked over to climb onto the window seat.

"Come on Matt, please? You don't have to say anything if you really don't want to. Come to the window at least?"

Gilbert pulled back the curtains and stared intently across the gap between their houses, through the branches of the tree he used to use to sneak into Matthew's room; lately all he'd used it for was sneaking out to hang out with his new friends. He could see the silhouette of someone walking past Matthew's window, but the curtains didn't stir.

"Please, Matt, if you can hear me, please come to the window. I know you're in your room, I can see the light."

The light in the other boy's room promptly shut off. Gilbert let out a small chuckle.

"Now I know you can hear me! Come on! Just talk to me, please? Have you ever heard me say please this many times, I'm serious!"

After a moment of silence the light in Matthew's room came back on followed by Matthew pulling the curtains aside to glare at Gilbert through the tree branches. He was holding his own walkie-talkie in one hand. Gilbert tried to summon his usual confident smirk to give his friend but the reflection he saw in the window just showed an uncomfortable grimace. He pushed the talk button on the walkie-talkie once more.

"So uh...I guess the fact that you actually came to the window means you're willing to listen?" He looked to Matthew hopefully, waiting for the other boy to speak or do...something, anything to let Gilbert know he'd be given the chance to make it up. He watched as Matthew unlatched his window and raised the bottom pane before holding the walkie-talkie outside the window.

"Wait, what are you-"

Matthew shut his window and pulled the curtains closed again as the walkie-talkie fell into the bushes below.


matt you little shit

I'm sorry if this isn't making much sense so far with two (really short) chapters, but I promise it will in the long run? Maybe? It all makes sense in my head when everything is said and done so I hope it turns out well.

(reviews are welcome come on I will accept anything even criticism)