A/N:

-Idea-explosion: Thank you for leaving a review! Well, I don't really plan to include every single genderbend of the Hetalia characters, though they might show up in some of the next chapters. :) About Julchen, well, who knows what she might do once she learns Gilbert is the King of Detention? Strict implementation of discipline, maybe? That sounds more like Monika or Luddy. XD And Amelia has something to say...

Amelia: Dude, I totally know McDonald's is not the perfect place to bring Alice to a date! Heh, but it was Alfred who usually decides where they go, so who can say no to the Star Player and the obviously-most-handsome-student that ever existed? Author, I said it right, didn't I? Of course I did!

Chapter Two:

Being the Student Council Slave-etary, Alice discovered that the rooftop was the perfect place where she could take a real was quite wide, and she had set up a small table where she could drink tea in peace. Today's menu is Earl Grey tea and two slices of chocolate lava cake she baked. Lately, she'd been trying to raise her baking and cooking reputation after the discovery that Arthur could only cook had a huge impact on her name, and no matter how much she tries to clean her name, Arthur's cooking disability would still put a stain on it.

"Alice! The awesomeme had been looking for you everywhere!" It caught her completely by surprise that she nearly spewed out her tea.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt! Don't you know a proper 'hello'?!" But the albino's eyes were already locked on one slice of the cake, drool almost slipping past the corner of his lips. Not minding what she was saying, he took his place on the empty seat across hers and snatched the free fork, immediately cutting a pice of the spare slice and stuffing it into his mouth. "Did you bake this for me, mein Frau?"

Rosy pink dusts spread across her face and she looked away from the Prussian. "I-I didn't! It was you who barged in here and claimed it as yours! And don't call me 'Frau,' whatever that means."

Gilbert smirked. "But admit it, mein Frau, you like the name..."

"S-Shut up!" Her emerald hues narrowing at him. "Why are you here anyway? You need something from me, right?" A playful smirk appeared on the female's slim lips as she took her tea cup and had a small sip. A piece of cake got stucked on the Prussian's throat at such words, that he had to slurp a cupful of tea before answering, "W-Well..." Swallowing his Earth-sized ego, he continued, "I need help. Your help."

"Pardon?"

He coughed, voice a little louder now. "I need your help. With Arthur." The smirk on Alice's face din't fade. Placing her cup back on the table, she glanced at Gilbert, as if waiting for him to say something else. The male scoffed. "Forget about it, ja? I remember mein bruder would be saving me after class, so the awesome me wouldn't be needing your help." Gott, he's so dependent on his brother. If it weren't for Ludwig, he'd probably been kicked out of W Academy. "That's right! Luddy will be snatching der awesome mich after class!"

There was a chuckle, sounding like she was making fun of what he just said. "Is that so? Because I heard the Newspaper Club will be staying late today because the next issue of the school paper will be published soon. Arthur had already approved their request of using the school facilities even after class hours."

Crimson hues widened in shock. "W-What?! Why didn't he tell me?! No fair!" After taking a piece of her cake, Alice stared at the male. "Not my problem anymore."

He slumped back to his seat, lips pursed to a frown. This can't be happening! Stuck in Arthur's office for gott-knows-how-long! There came the silence between the two, with Gilbert staring at the floor while Alice took another sip from her teacup. "I know how you can shorten your time of stay in my brother's favourite place." There was no concern on the voice . Not even a single bit, but the albino's face lit up with hope.

"Tell me. Tell me. Tell me, Alice! I want to know! Tell me!" He sounded like a man desperately begging, which he was certainly resembled one. "I'll do anything you want! Just tell me! Bitte!"

Alice grunted and rolled her eyes. "You don't have to do anything I want, you dolt. Just give Arthur a nice bottle of rum and you'll be fine."

"You're the best, Alice! Hahah!" He almost jumped off his seat and hugged the female. "Because of that, you deserve an awesomeness award!" He spread out his arms to hug the Briton, but the affection was not reciprocated. "What, don't you want an awesomeness award?" A frown appeared on his face once again. Alice only glared at him, telling him to keep it for himself.

"Pft." Taking the fork once again, he continued attacking the pice f cake he had claimed for himself. "By the way, Alice, are you free on Saturday?" The words caught her attention. "Saturday?" She began counting on her fingers, seeing what date would it be on the said day. "That's the fourteenth of February."

"Ja!" He exclaimed. "Valentine's Day." The frown that was on his face a while ago was replaced with a wide grin, pearl white teeth flashing at the female Briton. "You don't have anything to do, ja? That's good!" The rosy dusts of her cheeks returned. "H-Hey! I haven't given an answer yet!"

They both glanced at the door when the school bell rang. It was Gilbert who stood up first. "Alright. The awesome me will get some rum! Kesesesese~!"

-o-

The Prussian ventured back to his classroom, holding a pen and a notepad on his hands. Arriving to a stop, he leaned on a locker and began to write. Students passing by stared at him awkwardly, but he simply shrugged the stares off. Those people are not as awesome as him anyway. Once done with the notepad, he tore off the page and neatly folded it into four before placing it on the pocket of his red hoodie.

Another boring afternoon for the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt. This time, he did nothing but scribble senseless lines on his notepad, tearing the page and crumbling it afterwards. He luckily got a bottle of rum from one of his best buds Francis, who said that rum is really effective as a gift for the monstrous male Kirkland.

"Mr. Beilschmidt! Do you realize how many times have you gone late to school? No once, Gilbert! This is the fourth time, you should be informed! Fourth time this month! And it's only the second week!" The Council President's voice filled the entire room. "Students like you put stains in the school's reputation!"

But the words simply entered and left Gilbert's ears. He had been so used to all these nags that ignoring the president's words is an easy job for him. Like what Alice had said, his session indeed shortened to half an hour, unlike before that usually takes him two hours or so. "I wonder where mein Frau is..." He found her almost to the school gate, and Gilbert had to run just to catch up.

"Mein awesome Frau!" He grinned, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You're going to bake me another cake, ja?" Alice harshly shoved his hand away and grunted, "Why are we walking together?"

He leaned down close to her ear, his warm breath ghosting over the female's soft skin. "Because you're mein Frau, that's why. Outside the school, you are my responsibility, liebe." Even if Gilbert could not see her face directly, he could feel the warmth radiating from her face.

But he received a smack on his cheek, making him yelp at the pain. "Leave me alone, you insufferable git." Death glares were sent towards him. "I don't need you, and I am no one's responsibility." She then kept on walking, leaving the Prussian albino behind. The two continued on their way, Gilbert trying to catch up with Alice every now and then. The female, on the other hand, didn't care even if the other fails to walk beside her. She remained silent, as if Gilbert was a ghost she could not see. The silence only broke when they reached the intersection where their ways would part.

"Liebe..." He called, knowing perfectly that the female has no idea what it means, and if she ever has, she would not care. "I'll be going this way. Take care."

Alice snorted, not even looking back at the male.

"Auf Wiedersehen, Alice~"

-o-

Alice let out a tired sigh and dropped her bag on her bed, body plopping on the furniture afterwards. "Such a busy day..." She groaned, remainig silent after a few moments to see if any of her brothers had come home. None. Arthur said he'd be home a little late. The eldest, Dylan, must've been unexpectedly moved to night shift, for he works in a very popular restaurant. Alistor, second oldest, is maybe in a co-worker's house for a drink or two, while Cailean, youngest, is probably running late again. Groaning, she rolled to her side and rolled to a ball, not in the mood of cooking dinner. Usually, it was Dylan or Alistor who cooks food for all of them — whoever gets to the kitchen first. "Besides, I'm not hungry yet."

Lazily, she opened her bag and rummaged through her properties. There it was! Her precious diary! Something felt odd right after she pulled the notebook out of her bag though. "..." It was similar to her diary. White in color.

With a desingof the black crow.

"A black... crow?"

Curiousity gleamed on her emerald hues, and she flipped to the first page.

A nightmare.

A complete nightmare.

DER AWESOME JOURNAL DIARY

OF DER ONE UND

ONLY

GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT