Oops. But hot damn, Prussia was very powerful before— until Old Fritz flew away. Super power country— not super hero power. Anyway, I hope you liked the premier chapter. (Publishing this after months of getting stocked in my archives.)
Disclaimer: I do not own "Durarara!" or "Hetalia." All I own are the plot and the dialogues of my characters. As well as some headcanons presented.
Warnings: Yaoi, broken OTP, violence, drama, angst— and everything I wish I can put in here. OOC and AU.
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Just Until You're Gone
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Gilbert and Ludwig just came to Tokyo after being invited by Kiku for a commemoration party. However, when Feliciano got himself in trouble, Ludwig had to go and leave Gilbert alone, making the albino wander off on his own.
After realizing that he didn't have money, Gilbert was forced to make contact to random man in the bar. Soon after, he was led by the raven to the riverbanks— which lead to a small fight between them.
Ludwig, Feliciano and Kiku were left looking for the albino when they suddenly got in contact with another country named Ivan. The Russians seemed to be hunting for someone— which turned out to be Izaya Orihara.
With Gilbert hurt so bad yet kicking some asses, Izaya should have a good reason to be chased by the mafia.
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Just Until You're Gone
Let's celebrate love, let's have fun… just until you're gone
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It was a little past 3 in the afternoon; the date was September 23. A man with raven hair, reddish-brown eyes, and fair complexion. He was sprawled on his office's sofa, wasting time with his television on.
Izaya Orihara, an information broker in Shinjuku. He was mostly employed by the yakuza named Medei Group Awakusu-kai. Somehow, after a huge incident, his reliability had declined and he was taking no transactions.
His phone was next to him all the time— yet he wouldn't answer whenever it rang. Even the office phone was being bombarded by calls since that morning. His desktop and laptop computers were buzzing from all the messages. Perhaps, his phone worked harder from all the calls and emails sent.
But everything was ignored.
Izaya had done everything, but there was no way out on this one. Both the Awakusu-kai and the Russian mafia were after him, and everyone he could count on were either gone or had disappeared based on his own instructions. The only compensation they all had was to have their lives to themselves. No one was taking it.
Aside from Izaya's. The darkest names in the underground would be so in love in killing him. His information network was also severed from him— trying to protect something that wasn't his. It was also a way to keep deaths at a minimum. It's not like he really cared; but having two names under his 'dead because of me' list was enough.
The office was getting really noisy: he just wanted to go somewhere quiet by now. He just wanted to observe his precious humans dive into chaos; but not himself. He was a glass: he was too beautiful and too fragile for too much heat.
Grabbing his personal phone, he dialed a set of numbers, and waited for the recipient to pick up. After the long wait, a male picked up— voice angered and protesting, "Seriously, Izaya! Calling me right now!?"
Shinra Kishitani, an underground doctor. He has scholarly-looking glasses, dark hair and eyes, and fair complexion. He had his connections to a few who would rather have an overcharged medical assistance rather than exposing themselves to the police and press.
"This is a secure line for two minutes. So let's just talk already."
"I hope you called for something important. We just arrived in Dublin an hour ago. I can't believe I have to run this far from Awakusu-kai. I just wished you wouldn't bring them here— well, you said you won't."
"Do you know where Shizu-chan is?"
"As much as I know, he's with Kasuka-kun, Tanaka-san and that Russian girl somewhere in Germany. Kasuka-kun's management asked for their service as guards. I just think it's Kasuka-kun's personal request. They'll be there for a month. Don't tell me you're going there just to piss him off?"
"Nah, I don't even know how to speak German. Walking around with a guide would be terrible. And I don't have any plans to leave Japan. In fact, I don't have plans anymore."
Long silence conquered the line until Shinra spoke again, "Ne, Izaya. Sorry for being a terrible friend to you. It's not like you've been great to me anyway. Celty is giving her regards. I just hope they'll be grateful enough for your services to give you a proper burial."
"Will you be there?"
"But don't expect me to pay for that."
"You really are a terrible friend, Shinra."
"You are, too, Izaya."
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Just Until You're Gone
Rei Haruno —Sakura no Imooto
Chapter 2: The Fallen Informant
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Half past nine in the evening, Izaya was spotted sitting on a table at a local bar where he had never been before. Everyone wasn't a stranger, though. It had been a while since he had been living and observing people in Shinjuku for him to remember their faces. Six glasses down with two plates of snacks, he was waiting for nothing.
Perhaps, he was waiting for the countdown to end. He was just waiting.
But then this weird man walked inside the bar, looking around before taking a seat by the counter. He didn't feel like a normal person— he didn't like some kind of monster as well. But then again, the monsters of Ikebukuro looked perfectly human. Izaya chuckled at his thought, and continued watching the man.
The foreigner ordered for a beer, and chugged it down faster than any Japanese would. But it was the first mug; perhaps, he would do that on the first. But the mysterious man became more mysterious to the declining raven as time passed by. He had drunk too much, too fast for even a German. Then he started looking around.
For the last time, someone piqued the raven's interest. He kept staring at the foreigner until their gazes met. Soon, the foreigner came close, and told him that he didn't have the money. Perhaps, the foreigner had thought of him as someone who would pay for some fun— or someone he could mug. Whatever it was, Izaya offered to pay for the beer; maybe for the company, too.
It wasn't long before they left the bar together— Izaya leading him to a nearby riverbank where they could get drunk all by themselves. Talking along the way, the raven secretly appreciated the man's easy-earned trust to a complete stranger. Until he mentioned something that racked Izaya.
"Kesesese— se, you know about Prussia! You know I'm a country before!?"
Puroisen, the man named after Prussia— no, a tribe that used to live in Prussia— yelled as he grabbed the raven's hands. He was looking childishly excited, like he was indeed a person, a country, forgotten by many.
It was indeed ridiculous. A country? He was a country that was no longer in the map? Izaya was terribly ridiculing the man inside his head. However, there could be some truth in it.
"I'm a knight! I know you have knife! Stab me, bruder!" Puroisen hollered.
'It was so cute. So cute that it annoyed me nearly as much as Shizu-chan could.' Izaya wanted him to stop making fun of him. 'Country, my ass. Perhaps, he wanted to be that person who will take my frustration. Of course, I will cut him. I will cut him so bad.'
But Puroisen was good. He fought well despite being not as strong as that Shizu-chan or as fast as Izaya was. He was starting to give Izaya fun and amusement— until the Russians came and decided to end him that very moment. He was the only other person with him. He was dying with a stranger that was in great debt to the mafia.
'Help me.'
Crash. Izaya suddenly felt a charge that threw him to the ground. Before he knew it, Puroisen was taking bullets for him. The raven could only stare at him as the blood kept on dripping on his face.
"Are you alright? Oresama will get you out of here." He whispered.
'What is he doing? Is he trying to kill himself?' The raven glared at the unreasonable albino. Puroisen's hat had flown away, exposing his albino hair to the raven— strands closely colored to his skin. And that albino hair was starting to be stained by blood. 'Stop. I don't like being saved by random people who I didn't hire to protect me.'
His annoyance traversed to fear the moment the Russians came checking up on them. More when he witnessed the German start some mini-genocide against the Russian gunmen. He couldn't help but to curl to protect himself from the shells blasting from the guns they had.
The distinct laughter of 'Kesesesese' reigned over the screams of the dying men. He heard a couple of more bodies falling down, the laughter of the German uninterrupted. Soon, he opened his eyes to see what the riverbanks had become of. Tens of men lie lifeless on the ground. He saw Puroisen standing there, bloodied and strongly wielding that silenced high-caliber Russian gun.
"I am the one who raised Germany into a super-power! I am Awesome Puroisen!"
Along with the German's laughter, the Russian men decided to retreat. Puroisen just got interrupted when a man from afar mentioned about an Ivan. He then turned back to Izaya and he ran up to him, grabbing him and his clothes up from the ground, "A bad— no, very bad thing coming. We need to run."
"Who is this Ivan Braginsky?" Izaya whispered as they began running, Puroisen's hand strongly clutched around the raven's wrist. He waited for the albino to answer, only to hear another of his country shit, "Rosia." The raven couldn't help but to frown— but then his back, Puroisen's back—
"This way, Puroisen." Izaya stopped to pull on the albino and led him somewhere else. The two kept on running, until Izaya pried a house open and let both of themselves in.
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Just Until You're Gone
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"Ouch! Be more fucking careful, Izaya!"
"Hai, hai." Izaya chuckled as he listened to the German complained more and more in his native language, which Izaya did not understand. All he could make out was his name. He was hearing the albino cussed, or what Izaya thought he was doing, for the last thirty minutes.
The informant had taken them to a secret hide-out at a basement of an abandoned house under another alias of his. The basement had no divisions: it only had a bed, food storage, a sink, and cabinet of useful items at each corner. The light source was only a small oil lamp, turning the room golden-brown in hue.
Puroisen was lying on his stomach on the bed, while Izaya was trying to get the bullets out of the man's body. Since not one of them went through, they are all in there— potentially poisoning the foreigner. But he wasn't human, Izaya was pretty much sure about that.
But a country was nothing acceptable.
He was taking the bullets out with his knife, trying to imitate how Shinra would do it. The bullets clinked against the bowl, some falling out already due to fullness. After taking the last bullet off, the raven took a towel soaked in warm water and gently wiped the blood off the other's back. But what he saw wasn't bullet holes: those were scars of long lacerations. He carefully ran his fingers on them, "The holes were gone. But there were scars."
"Those are from the wars I fought. From the first victory of the Teutonic Knights to the fall of Prussia." Puroisen whispered in his language which Izaya barely understood.
"I should pick up a German dictionary some time."
"Sorry. Izaya, you kind. Oresama is lucky, kesesesese!" The foreigner laughed out, slowly sitting up. But he was held back by the raven, Izaya's hand on his albino head, "Don't get up yet. I'm not yet done. Do you know how much blood there is? Some had dried, too."
"Yes, yes, Mutti." The albino laughed as he lied back down and felt Izaya scrubbing his back, "Ah, yes, Mutti, why men after you?"
"If I find out what Mutti stands for, and I didn't like it, I will cut you, Puroisen." Izaya hummed and slowed down for a while, "They are kind of angry ex-bosses. Now they want me dead."
Puroisen looked over his shoulder and stared at Izaya, "Mutti looks like he's crying." Forcedly getting up and holding Izaya's face, Puroisen stared at his eyes and grinned at him, "Be strong, Mutti."
Izaya pushed the other's face away without a sound, "I'm done now. Get dressed."
"…What the fuck is your problem? Staying strong is the only way to survive. Even when you're dying." Puroisen pouted as he spoke in German, grabbing his clothes from the nightstand. Putting it on, he watched Izaya walk to the sink to wash the cloth and the knife. Giving in to the urge of following the raven, the albino got up and tailed the other, "Izaya, what is your job?"
Izaya turned to him and leaned against the sink, "Well, I used to be the most reliable information broker of the underground. I sell thousands and thousands of information— making millions out of it. But somehow, after something happened, I have to retire immediately. And by retire, the Russians wanted me dead." He then turned on his back to attend to the cloth, "I wouldn't care if I only got those Russians killed."
"We, countries, got millions killed ourselves. Not every one of those was enemies— some allies, most civilians. It wasn't our faults per se, but it all happened because of us—"
"I'm getting tired of your terrible lie, Puroisen. Are you some kind of human experiment? I would actually believe that you're some kind of fairy or anything—"
"I'm not a fairy from Igirisu's place. I'm a country!"
"That's really funny." Izaya chuckled as he continued washing, not paying attention to Puroisen anymore.
Knowing that he was ignored already, Puroisen want nearer and suddenly pulled on the raven. He made Izaya face him and stared at his reddish eyes, "Izaya, I'm not lying. Why would an awesome person like me lie about myself?"
"P— Perhaps, you have a name I can call you with. No, not Puroisen."
"I do. But I don't use it because people might forget about me as a country—"
"I don't forget anything. How else can I be an efficient information broker?" Izaya grinned in front of the albino, which was answered by a pout from the other. The raven frowned, and then Puroisen patted his head upon chuckling, "Okay, Mutti."
The albino then stepped back to give Izaya's personal space back, soon kicking a leg up on a random chair, "You can call me Gilbert Beilschmidt— the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt!" He then grinned widely, full of confidence and pride. He watched the raven sigh, and tiredly smile back at him.
"M— Mutti, I'm sleepy."
Gilbert suddenly murmured after losing the enthusiasm. He then walked to the raven, and held the other's wet hand. He then forced a laugh as he tightened the grip, "Kesesesese, sleeping will make you awesome. Let's sleep, Mutti." He then let him go as Izaya moved back to attend to the sink, "Lie down. I'll be there."
The clinking sounds of the bullets conquered the running water. Izaya was almost attending to the disposal of the bullets absentmindedly. Gilbert's blood stained the drain, the raven's rust eyes staring at it longer than necessary. The events earlier replayed in his head: all the guns pointing at them, and the notorious image of bullets tattering one's body. It was supposed to be the end.
Izaya then turned to the albino as he was trying to figure out the broken alarm clock at the night stand. The albino shook the thing, making Izaya chuckle at the distance. After shutting the faucet, the informant only left the bullets in there— getting to Gilbert to take the alarm clock. The albino complained about it, Izaya just pressed a finger against the other's lips.
"This thing is broken. Just into the bed."
Gilbert pouted for a while, and spoke as Izaya slid his finger off, "What's the sense of keeping broken stuff?" Izaya shrugged his shoulders, putting it down, "How about just a reminder? You know— of something that was once there." The raven passed by the other and sat at the edge of the bed, "Sorry, this is designed for just one person. Let's share the bed."
Not hearing a noise from the country, the informant turned to him. Gilbert's back was on him, the other man motionless. The raven shrugged and let him be, lying down after tossing his coat to the floor. Placing his legs on the bed, Izaya rolled to face the ceiling before closing his eyes.
'This is odd. I'm sharing the bed with a stranger I just met. A man, at that.' He smirked as he thought, 'Whatever, some people even earn money from this. He doesn't even look like the type to—'
The bed sheet moved, and Izaya felt arms wrap around him. His eyes opened immediately, only to see that the albino was cuddling him for the night. There was this very satisfied grin on his face, and the chick was back on his head. Izaya frowned at him, contemplating whether to wake him up before socking him up, or sock him up to awaken him. However, judging from the coolness of the night, Izaya just grinned and closed his eyes.
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End of Chapter 2
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Thanks for reading! Please review. I don't know what made me want to make Gilbert call Izaya "Mommy."
