Warning: Inconsistent accents, typos, a crying Italy, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.


"Oi, West! I brought beer!" Prussia announced, generous in feeling. "Since I was in the neighborhood I figured we might as well have a few steins of it!"

He continued to the kitchen only to find his brother sulking at the table, completely surrounded by dozens of already consumed steins of alcohol. "Wow, looks like you've had some already…." the Prussian mused, dumbfounded.

Germany said nothing. There was an eerie atmosphere in the house, and Prussia did not relish in it one bit.

"Hey! Are you alright?!" Gilbert shouted almost hysterically, attempting to lift the mood. When he finally looked at Ludwig in the face he realized how bad everything was.

His brother looked depressed beyond depression…were…were those tears?! He hadn't cried since he was a child….but now they streamed down his cheeks in rivulets. Not only that, but he was whimpering, sniffling, and muttering some weird nonsense-

"Wh-w-why….him…?" the German questioned in between hiccups and sniffles.

"What is going on? Tell me!" the albino demanded. He had never seen Ludwig this emotional before, and to be honest it was kind of freaking him out.

The sniveling German continued with his behavior. Gilbert, ever the impatient one of the duo, made an assumption - "Teh, you must be really drunk."

Almost immediately after hearing his sibling, Ludwig jumped up. He snatched Gilbert's collar of his shirt and protested furiously.

"I AM NOT DRUNK!"

Startled, the Prussian chuckled nervously, "Okay, you are not drunk."

Ludwig sat down, letting his brother free. He continued to sulk in his depressed funk.

No, you're just bipolar at the moment, Gilbert thought cynically. I guess the last thing he needs is more alcohol…unless it puts him to sleep.

Gilbert attentively gave Ludwig some of his assuring advice, still unaware of the situation at hand. "Don't worry, life will get better. People suck anyway, who needs them?"

"You dun ge' i'…"Ludwig slurred miserably. He pointed to a box that was filled with junk from the attic, the box he didn't take with him and the rest of the cleaning supplies. Gilbert walked to it. "What, you got depressed while cleaning?"

"No...you dummkopf, the…." Ludwig paused to breathe, botching his last word. " ….'ain'in'."

"…..Eh?"

"The 'ain'in' of a 'ild."

Gilbert couldn't help it. He had heard his sibling intoxicated before, but he was usually drunk too and had a slight understanding of their conversations. Now it was like trying to Greek…no offense to the country. "What are you talking about?" he questioned frustratedly.

"THE DAMN PAINTING! IN THE BOX!" Ludwig bellowed, pointing back at the clutter in front of the attic ladder. Gilbert bent down, picking up the object Germany was unintelligibly bawling about.

"What's this?" Gilbert asked. He examined the painting. "This little boy looks adorable…" he stated plainly. Ludwig turned around to explain further, "That little boy is Italy, when he was under Austria's care…"

"Really?!"

"Yes, and he still acts the same…"

Gilbert was alarmed by is brother's words. He turned back towards Ludwig. "What do you mean by that?"

Ludwig shuffled in his seat. "Well…" He was unsure if it was alright to convene with his sibling in matters such as his. He turned back to the table and decided to sulk some more. Gilbert pushed forward.

"What do you mean?" he asked more forcefully, shoving the empty steins to the side as he joined his brother at the table. He placed the painting next to him at his feet. Ludwig thought it would be a mistake, but he decided tell Gil anyway.

"I found out that the painting was of Italy," he started. Gilbert listened carefully.

"The problem is that I remember my past as Holy Roman Empire."

Gilbert chuckled, "Kesesese...Well, doesn't anyone remember that they did and who they have met in their past?"

"That's not exactly what I meant! What I mean is the parts that I had forgotten before the war when I was young! That is what I remember! I resided at Austria's for a little while and I remember everything there!"

Gilbert did not know what to say. He allowed his brother to continue explaining knowing that there had to be more to the tale and since Ludwig was not going to be sober for quite a while he had better listen.

"I remember there being a young maid at Austria's manor. She was adorable in her own way. I always saw her sweeping with her broom..."

Germany continued sharing his memories. The good, the bad, even the embarrassing moments weren't left out. As he expressed his words, he carefully selected them with every event. He finally came to the last memory he wanted to speak about, the most precious but also most haunting one of all.

"Before I left for war, the maid and I spoke to each other one last time. It was then that she gave me her broom…and…something else." Gilbert was now at the edge of his chair, waiting for the following details. Ludwig started to blush, stumbling on his words – "Ah, well…um..a-a..."

Gil almost falls, regaining balance in his seat. "WHAT?! What did the maid give you?!" he cried obnoxiously.

Ludwig looked away, blushing red as he finally said. "..A kiss."

Silence.

Gilbert was speechless. Thoughts ran through his head as he heard Ludwig trying to explain that he didn't know the maid then was a boy. All that he did comprehended was this: his brother met a maid, fell in love with said maid, got kissed, left to war, came back with no recollection of his past, and just realized the maid he loved and his best friend Italy were the same person when he recently got his memory back. He could not contain himself anymore. Gilbert started laughing his hysterically.

"HAHA! YOU KISSED A GUY! HA!"

Ludwig's red face of embarrassment turned to a red face of pure anger. One knows that they're in deep scheisse when anyone, especially Germany, gains a scary aura rivaling even Russia's. Prussia could tell this, and he immediately stopped laughing. Ludwig sighed, his anger leaving as quickly as it had come.

"What am I going to do?" he whimpered.

"Tell everyone and watch their reactions?" Germany glared at his stupid older brother.

"-Or not. But people are going to find out eventually, bro." Prussia reasoned.

"You think I don't know that?" the German groaned, "What if someone finds out and tells Italy?!" Ludwig had an epiphany. "—WHAT IF HIS BROTHER DISCOVERS THE TRUTH?! I'M DEAD!"

His brother's antics started to annoy the Prussian. "Well, you're dead. It's as simple as that. Now while you're continuing your depressing and unawesome life, I'll take my alcohol and go somewhere else." He said, getting up to leave.

Ludwig lunged for his brother's legs. The albino tripped, kicking the blonde in the process. "Wha-let go of me!" He shouted annoyedly, shaking his leg to try and free himself.

"But I need your help!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

As the two bickered, the front door opened.

The siblings stopped quarreling in curiosity as to who had entered the house. The steps became louder and from around the corner an adorable face pops out with a "Oh, ciao Germany~! Ciao Prussia~! What are you guys up to?" he asked curiously, noting the strange position of both men.

Germany's face drained completely of color. The terror of Italy seeing him in his most vulnerable state became a reality.

He let go of Prussia stood up straight, trying to regain his gruff attitude. "Just showing my brother a thing or two about close combat."

"You moron!" Prussia piped up, "You were complai-."

POP!

Before more could be exposed, Germany shoved an open bottle of beer into the Prussian's big mouth. Impressed with Germany's quick movements, Italy clapped and praised his friend. "That was amazing!"

Ludwig didn't know why it was so amazing watching him open a bottle swiftly and give it to his brother, but it kept the naïve man ignorant of the situation.

But that became short lived. Prussia took the liquor out of his mouth and slammed it onto the table, shouting "You stupid-Mmph!"

Germany had covered his mouth and dragged him into the living room. His brother kicked and screamed to get free.

"Are you stupid?!" Ludwig hissed at him, throwing the Prussian's words back at him.

"What the hell?! Why'd you do that?" Prussia countered.

"Why do you think, arschloch?!"

"You just don't want to be embarrassed, right?" Gilbert jokingly asked.

"No! If Italy finds out that I as the boy in Austria's house, our relations will be ruined! He'll get creeped out, tell all the others, and I WILL BE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE WORLD!"

Prussia looked at the blonde quizzically. "But you already are the laughing stock."

Ludwig was growing tired of Gil's shenanigans. "Only to you," he responded dryly.

"Um…" Italy spoke up behind them.

The Germanic brothers had not noticed the confused Italian standing in the doorway.

"Is everything alright? I heard shouting…" he continued.

Germany slowly turned to him. "How much….did you hear?"

"Just the…well, the laughing stock part…but…"

"But what…?"

"But why would people laugh at-a you? You're nice person!"

Gilbert snorted. "Nice person, my ass…"

Ludwig kicked him in the shin before telling Italy to leave. The Italian looked at him in confusion, walking closer to the German.

"Why? I came back to help you with cleaning…" he protested.

"I can handle it myself," the German replied gruffly. "Just go and hang out with your brother or Japan or something. Anywhere but here."

"But—"

"NOW!"

Italy stopped. He knew he had crossed a line he shouldn't have, but the harshness of the German's voice….He never yelled at the Italian that way before….

Germany saw tears spring up in his best friend's eyes, and it was all his fault. Scheisse. "W-wait, Italy I'm—"

His apology was interrupted by the loud cries from the Italian. The bawling Italian was soon out the front door, running away from the unintentional hell he was given.

Germany felt incredibly terrible, making his friend and sometimes annoying roommate cry because he could not handle his own emotional stress. "….I blew it," he stated, his expression filled with shock and terror.

"Yes you did," Gilbert agreed, "and might I say….I don't know who acts more like a woman. Italy looks more girly and cries a lot, but you have the bipolar attitude in the worst situations."

Ludwig kicked the albino again, but his mind was still on Italy.

What have I done?


Here's the new chapter~ Sorry it took so long. I have a question for those reading this. Do you like the accents or no? I'm not sure if I like them anymore but I'll keep them if you guys are okay with them. Anyway, hope you liked it! Until next time~

-Canada

EDIT: I have gotten rid of the horrendous accents :D It flows much better now, eh?