Alrighty, here it is. Sorry it took me so long to get it posted. Vacation and other things delayed it. But I'm hoping to have the third chapter posted by the middle of next week. I'm already halfway done writing it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters. Nor do I own anything by "Lonely Island"

I was halfway home when the snow started falling heavier. The streets were so quiet. No cars on the road, nobody walking around. When I got to the next corner, I looked over at my favorite park. 'I think I might take a little detour.' I thought to myself. It wasn't dark yet, so I wasn't worried about being mugged or anything. This was a relatively safe neighborhood. I crossed the street and entered the park. Even though it should've been darker in here, what with the trees and all, it was bright. It reminded me of the morning after the Halloween party. How the room was much, much too bright…

The first thing I remembered was the presence of pain. My head was pounding so hard, it felt as though my head would explode any second. In addition, my entire body hurt. Like I had worked out too much the day before. And my God, was the room bright. I carefully and very slowly opened one of my eyes. The shades were still shut, but it didn't matter. The light filtered through anyway. I squeezed my eye shut, pulled the covers over my head, and rolled over. My head hit something soft and warm. I opened my eye and quickly realized I wasn't the only one in the bed.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty. It's about time you woke up," a loud and obnoxious voice said. I looked up and found a pair of maroon eyes staring back at me. Why in the hell was I in bed with Gilbert?

"Ugh, not so loud, dude!" I moaned.

"Bit hung-over, are we?" he chuckled.

"What do you think, smart one?" I snapped. I was in no mood for stupidity. He just sniggered at me again.

"Wait," I began. "Where am I? And why are you in bed with me?" I lifted the covers to make sure I wasn't naked. Nope, not naked. I was wearing the black camisole I wore under my costume, my underwear was still in place, and I still had my knee-high black socks on. "And where are my clothes?"

"You're at Alfred's house. He offered to let us stay last night because we were both too drunk to drive and the taxis weren't running. And I'm in bed with you because you refused to sleep in Alfred's bed and you didn't want me sleeping on the couch over there," he explained, jerking his chin towards the couch across the room. "You're also quite the cuddler," he teased.

I cringed at his last sentence. More than one person has told me that before. Therefore, I knew he was telling the truth. I sat up slowly and looked around the room. My clothes were in a pile on the couch and my boots were lying on the floor, on opposite sides of the room from each other.

"Why didn't you just leave me in my costume?" I asked.

"Oh, that was Al's idea," Gilbert answered.

"Of course it was, the little perv," I said, annoyed.

"You woke up halfway through him undressing you and started freaking out. You even kicked him in the chest! It was awesome!" he laughed.

"That's what he gets," I said scowling at the floor.

Gilbert sat up and leaned against the headboard. The sun was shining on his silver-grey hair, making the room a little brighter.

"It gets better. After you kicked him, you jumped off the bed, took your boots off, and threw them at him! It was hysterical! Then, you screamed at the top of your lungs, "The only one who's taking off my clothes tonight is HIM!" pointing at me. After that, you passed out again," he said.

"No!" I gasped. "I didn't say that, did I? You're just messing with me," I turned and looked at him.

"I'm serious! You said that. You said a few other things in your sleep too," he said grinning that stupid grin of his.

I stared at him in horror. I didn't usually talk in my sleep. Unless I was drunk. As I looked at his maroon eyes, I noticed that there was a playful look in them. I glared at him. He was just playing with me.

"You lying bastard!" I yelled while punching him on the arm.

He laughed his obnoxious laugh, causing me to wince.

"The look on your face was awesomely priceless, Ren!" he said, doubled over with laughter.

"I hate you," I said, still glaring at him.

"No, you don't. You said just the opposite last night," he said, smirking.

"I don't believe you."

"You really did though!" I punched him again. "Ow, I mean it! Ask Alfred the next time you see him."

"Fine," I said, getting out of bed. "I'll go ask him right now then."

"This should be great," Gilbert said swinging his legs off the bed to pull his pants on.

While we were getting dressed, there was a loud knock at the door.

"Come in!" I said as I zipped my skirt up.

The door swung open and Alfred was standing there with a cup of coffee in each of his hands.

"Mornin' guys!" Alfred said in his annoyingly chipper voice. "I thought you two could use these." He handed me one and leaned across the bed to hand Gilbert his.

"Oh my God, Alfie, you're awesome! Thanks!" I said as I took a sip of the steaming coffee.

"Yeah, thanks." Gilbert added. He didn't sound thankful at all.

"No problem. So, did y'all have fun last night? It was the best party I've ever thrown, right?" Alfred asked grinning from ear to ear.

"Well," I started. "I don't actually remember much of it," I took another sip of the coffee.

"That doesn't surprise me. You had a lot to drink," Alfred said. "But I at least thought you'd remember knocking Simon's drink out of hand."

I choked on the coffee. "I did WHAT?" I coughed.

Alfred and Gilbert then launched into a full replay of the nights events. And as they talked, it slowly started to come back. Knocking Simon's drink out of his hand, him acting as though he were about to hit me, Gilbert stopping him and then punching him. After that was the talk on the porch.

"I have no clue what you were doing, but y'all were out there for a while," Alfie said curiously.

"Just talking," Gilbert said, looking over at me.

I knew he was remembering the story I told him and I was grateful that he hadn't given Alfie the details.

"Oh, I see," was all he said. He obviously wanted to know the lowdown. I quickly changed the subject.

"So what else did I do last night? Gilbert told me a few things, but I'm not sure I believe him," I said, cutting my eyes at him.

"Did she or did she not kick you while you were trying to undress her?" He demanded.

Alfie looked at me. "Yes, she did. And it hurt like hell. You left a mark, babe," he said glaring at me.

"Well, I was drunk and I had no clue what you were doing!" I yelled at him. "That's what you get."

"I was only trying to help," Alfie said with mock innocence.

"Yeah, right," I said sourly. "Oh, speaking of stupid shit I did last night, did I tell Gilbert that I loved him?" I asked Alfie.

"Yeah, you did," he laughed. "More than once, too!"

"I told you so!" Gilbert exploded as I hid my face in my hands. I'm such an idiot when I drink. I'm never drinking that much again. Moreover, especially not with Gilbert around.

"Whatever dude! I was drunk and obviously didn't know what I was saying!" I yelled back, throwing my hands into the air.

"Say what you want, but we both know you're attracted to me. I mean, who isn't?" he said smugly.

I stared at him in shock as my face turned bright red. I wanted to smack that smug look right off his stupid face.

"You're full of yourself," I hissed at him.

"Dude, there's no denying it! It's written all over your face!" he sniggered.

I sighed. All right, he had me. I was attracted to him, but it was purely physical. His arrogant personality made me want to hit every time he opened his big, stupid mouth.

"Never in a million years would I be attracted to someone like you!" I snapped at him.

"You'll come to your senses one day. It's only a matter of time," Gilbert said taking a sip of his coffee.

I had the sudden urge to launch myself across the bed and knock the cup right out of his hand. I fought it and settled on huffing in exasperation and grabbing my boots and purse.

"Don't hold your breath waiting for that day to come," I growled as I walked out of the room.

I could hear him laughing as I stomped down the stairs. Stupid jackass. Who did he think he was? I was so infuriated that I wasn't paying attention to anything, and I ended up, literally, running into Mattie at the foot of the stairs.

"Ugh! Mattie, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention," I mumbled.

"It's okay. What was all the yelling about a few minutes ago?" He asked.

"Just an argument with a stubborn jackass!" I yelled up the stairs. Gilbert's annoying laugh drifted down the stairs. I glared in his general direction.

"I take it you don't find Gilbert as interesting today as you did last night?" Mattie chuckled.

"What gave you your first clue?" I muttered.

"So, what did you guys do on the porch last night? You two were out there for over an hour," he asked with obvious curiosity.

"We just talked," I shrugged while pulling my boots on.

Just then, Gilbert and Alfred appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Speaking of the conversation we had, when are you making me dinner?" Gilbert asked smirking at me.

By the time I reached the other side of the park, I was completely frozen. 'Maybe I should call Gilbert and have him pick me up?' I thought. I pulled out my cell phone and touched the screen to bring it to life. Nothing happened. Shit! It must be dead. All right, I'll just duck into a store or café and use their phone. I crossed the street and noticed that most of the shops were closed. Just then, I saw lights glowing off the snow. Walking on, I realized that it was the café owned by Gilbert's friend, Francis. It also happened to be the place where I saw Gilbert a week after the Halloween party. Everything kind of changed after that….

'Okay, seriously? This is getting ridiculous!' I said to myself. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I had decided that I would go for a walk in my favorite park. About ten minutes after I parked my car across the street from the main entrance, I immediately realized I should've stayed home. Simon had decided to follow me. Again. His stalking had become much worse since the Halloween party. Before, I was seeing him once or twice a week. This week, I was seeing him once or twice a day. He had even taken to standing across the street from my house. I mean, c'mon! Did he not have anything better to do? What was the point of it?

When I reached the other side of the park, I decided to go get a cup of coffee at the new French café that just opened. And hopefully lose Simon in the process. As I walked in, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Frenchman greeted me.

"Welcome to Café du Pont Neuf, ma chère!" he said, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I heard the bell on the door behind me ring, then footsteps.

"Hey now, Francis! No hitting on Ren. She's mine!" A loud, obnoxious voice from behind me said. I whipped around and saw Gilbert standing there. There goes my good day.

"Jesus Christ, Gilbert! Are you now stalking me, too?" I asked with obvious annoyance.

"You wish! But seriously, no I'm not. Francis is a good friend of mine and I always get free coffee here," he said winking at me. "Wait, did you just say 'stalking me too'?" he asked confused.

"Yes, I did. Simon has increased his stalking over the last week. Thanks to you," I muttered.

"Simon?" he asked. "Oh yeah. Your crazy ass ex-boyfriend. He's still bothering you?"

"He is, but it's nothing I can't handle," I said as confidently as I could.

"Sure," he said. He obviously wasn't fooled.

"Ok, vous deux. Do you want to stand here, talking all day, or would you like to be seated?" Francis asked angrily.

"All right, all right, don't get your panties in twist, Frenchy," Gilbert laughed. "We'll sit somewhere by the window, kay?"

"Right this way, then," Francis said, walking away. Gilbert followed him.

"Wait, who said I was sitting with you?" I asked incredulously.

"I did. I'll keep you company while you wait for your stalker to get bored and leave. I guess that's what you're doing, right?" he said, not bothering to stop or even look back at me.

"Whatever," I said, following them.

After two and a half hours, countless cups of coffee and a couple plates of beignets, I was actually starting to like Gilbert. He wasn't so bad. Just kind of annoying at certain times. We talked about our childhoods and more about our current lives. Apparently, he was living in Ludwig's basement because he had been laid off from his job recently. And he hated it. He loathed being dependent upon his younger brother so much. He was trying to save as much of his unemployment checks as possible so that he could move into a place of his own. However, it wasn't enough. He was thinking about asking Francis for a job at the café, but he wasn't sure if Francis would go for it.

"I mean, he's one of my best friends and all, but he might not like the idea of working with me." Gilbert said.

"Well, you'll never know unless you ask. Gotta start somewhere, right?" I said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he sighed while looking out the window. "Hey, it looks like Simon finally got bored and left. I don't see him anywhere."

"Good, cause I really need to get home," I said looking down at my phone. "Mattie was wanting me to go see a movie with him, but I really don't want to. I kind of just want to chill at home tonight."

A wide grin spread across Gilbert's face. "Hey, you still owe me a home-cooked meal, beautiful. Use me as an excuse. Tell him that this is the only night I have available," he said.

I sighed. Did I really want to spend my entire day with Gilbert? Is it bad that the answer to that question is yes?

"Okay, but dinner isn't going to be spectacular. I didn't have anytime to plan for it," I said. "I do have that chicken I could roast. Oh, and leftover mashed potatoes. I could do Reibekuchen with those."

"Sounds good to me," Gilbert said smiling.

"And I'm going to need to stop by the grocery store if you want dessert. How does Apfelstrudel sound?" I asked him

"That's my favorite," he said. "Hey, how do you know so many German dishes?"

"I'm half German, remember? My mother was born and raised in Berlin. She taught me everything she knows about cooking," I said grinning.

"That's right," he said smacking his forehead.

"So, if you're going to want to eat something other than beignets any time soon, we better get going."

"Yes, ma'am!"

I paid the bill and we left. And quite honestly, I was glad Gilbert was with me. Just because we didn't see Simon anywhere, didn't mean he wasn't around here somewhere. In addition, I wasn't looking forward to walking back through the park by myself. As soon as we were out of the park and close enough to my car, I unlocked it using the remote. I didn't want to have to stand there and fumble with the keys. I went to open the driver's side door and Gilbert hesitated behind the car.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"You have a stalker and you're not even gonna bother checking the backseat or the trunk before you get in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I paused and thought about it. I never had before. I didn't think Simon would go that far. But I was stupid to think that. He would do just about anything . Cause he's crazy like that. I looked in the backseat and no one was there. I opened the door and popped open the trunk. Gilbert looked in.

"You're good to go," Gilbert said closing the trunk. "Seriously, Ren. You don't do that every time you get in to your car?"

"No. Simply because I never had a reason to," I said getting in the car. "I will now though."

"Good," he said shutting his door. "Cause personally I wouldn't put anything past that crazy fucker. Especially since he likes to stand in front of your house."

"Hey, maybe you'll get lucky and he'll show up tonight. Then you can finish what you started at the party last weekend," I laughed.

"Only in a perfect world, babe," he grinned.

The ride to the store was an eventful one. Gilbert was teasing me for my taste in music. When I turned the car on, I had been listening to a mixed CD that had some Coldplay, Muse, and 30 Seconds to Mars on it. He was okay with Muse and 30 Seconds to Mars, but he couldn't believe that "someone as awesome as you listens to shitty Coldplay!" That started an argument. We argued about it until we got to the store, then he started picking on me for listening to Japanese music. "I can't understand a fucking word they say!" was his complaint. "That's why you look up the lyrics on the internet, smart one." was my comeback.

"Why don't you look through my CD's and see if there's anything you want to listen to," I said when we got back to the car. "Cause apparently your taste in music is far superior to mine," I rolled my eyes.

"Damn right it is!" he said, looking through my CD book. "Oh Mein Gott! Lonely Island?" He asked putting it in the CD player.

I laughed as the first song started. Which happened to be my favorite, 'Jack Sparrow'.

"Do you like them? Cause I fucking love them!"

He didn't answer me because he was too busy singing along. He knew the entire song! Hell, he knew most of the songs on "Turtleneck and Chain". That made me happy. We certainly had similar senses of humor.

It was dark by the time we got back to my house. When I pulled in the drive way, I noticed that someone was standing on my porch. It was Simon.

"Fuck! What is he doing here?" I hissed, parking the car.

"Don't worry about it. I'll take of it," Gilbert said, getting out of the car.

"Dude, don't do anything stupid. I don't want to have to call your brother and tell him your in jail!" I yelled as I slammed my door shut.

"It won't come to that," he said.

I sighed. 'This is gonna be bad. Really bad.' I though to myself as we walked up to the porch.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up, Ren," Simon said with a creepy grin on his face. "And look, you even brought the albino with you. That's even better."

Dun, dun, dun! Cliffhanger!

Please, please, please read and review. And let me know if there are any typos I need to take care of. I tried to make this chapter easier to read and stuff. So, yeah...

Thanks for reading!

Translations:
ma chere - My dear
vous deux - you two
Reibekuchen - Potato pancakes
Apfelstrudel - Apple strudel