Hero's Blue 2
A/N: Wah! I hope I get some reviews on this eventually!
I know it's not the best so far but it will get better! Trust me! I just had to crank the first chapter out cause it's set directly after I Can and I Will so I had to get it out there like that.
Anyway, this story is basically about Gilbert coming to terms with everything and reaching his own conclusions.
That being said! America/Alfred holds a big part in his coming to terms later but for right now, he is being bathed in love by his bruder. It's not until later that he really feels the need to deal with everything!
Anyway! Hope that clears everything up!
Ah! Yes, this won't be a very long story though! Maybe 5 chapters max!
Now! ON WITH THE STORY!
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Gilbert sighed as he lounged on the couch, his bruder and their resident Italian in the kitchen cooking him a big meal. They seemed desperate to make him gain weight, even the young Italian had been shocked to see the state the other was in when they had gotten home. It was the one of the first times Gilbert had seen Feli show true understanding.
When they had returned home, his brother had carried him to bed since he had fallen asleep in the car. It was the next morning, when he was changing into real clothes that Feli had bust in on him to inform Gilbert that breakfast was ready.
"Gilbert! Breakfast…."
The excitement had died on Feliciano's lips as he took in Gilbert's thin and damaged form. Eyes that were rarely seen slipped open as he calmly took in the injuries before smiling softly.
"Ve~ I won't say anything but come down when your dressed, you need to eat and pasta can make anyone gain weight!"
Gilbert gave a gentle smile and tapped a finger against his left hip before pressing his finger to his lips.
"Thanks Feli…and thanks for having watched over my Bruder. This mark though…keep this mark a secret, Bruder would cry if he saw it and we don't want that."
Feliciano smiled again and nodded before closing his eyes and heading back down stairs, only telling Ludwig that Gilbert was changing and would be down in a few moments.
Gil was really thankful that Feli hadn't mentioned anything to his bruder other than the fact that he needed to eat. It had been a couple months since then and his wounds were well on their way to being healed except that one mark. As he brushed his fingers under the waist band of his uniform, touching the raised mark there, Gilbert sighed knowing he could never left the younger German see the mark.
Hearing the doorbell ring, Gilbert stood up, calling out that he would get it and rushed to the door, eager for something to do besides lounge around. Throwing open that heavy wooden door, he smiled happily at the three people on his door step.
Francis, Antonio and Alfred stood there, three different grins on their faces as they said their hellos. Gilbert snickered and waved them in, noting that each had something or other with them.
For America, he held a fluffy thing that at first glance looked like a plushy….until it moved.
"Erm…Alfred…what is that?"
Gilbert asked pointing at the weird thing. Alfred turned with a big grin as he thrust the marshmallow like thing towards him.
"This is an Ameri-mochi! Kiku made me a bunch of them so I decided to bring this one for you! Be careful though because they will try and eat your hair."
Gilbert hesitantly took the creature who looked up at him with the same big blue eyes of his human counterpart.
"Kyuun~"
Gilbert's face broke into a smile as sparkles danced in crimson orbs.
"Wah! He's so cute! Like when I found Gilbird!"
Alfred grinned like he just did the most amazing thing until Gilbert did something he hadn't thought of. The Albino saw the yellow strand of hair sticking up on the Mochi's head and he gave into the urge to pull it.
Two things happened as he did this. One was the mochi blushing and making a weird face along with a loud 'Kyuuuah' noise. The second, and much more shocking was Alfred dropping to his knees with his hands cupped over Nantucket and face flushed with big tears in his bright blue eyes.
"Erm…Al? What just happened?"
Gilbert slowly removed his hand from the strand and cuddled the little thing apologetically while watching the stunned American.
"Well…ahaha there is this weird flaw…apparently Nantucket and Nantucket mochi are connected…if you pull on the mochi one, I react."
Gilbert blinked while France bust out laughing and Spain patted the young country's head.
"Aww this is to great! Gilbert has control over our little super hero!"
Gilbert laughed but didn't say anything as he watched Antonio pull Al to his feet. Before France could make fun of him anymore, Feliciano stepped out with a big smile and motioned everyone into the kitchen. Alfred's mood visibly picked up when he saw the small Italian and the mention of food.
"Food!"
He yelled and ran into the kitchen. Gilbert followed with a smile and France trailed behind with Antonio. The extremely dense Spaniard threw an arm over Francis's shoulder and whispered softly.
"I haven't seen Gil like this except for when he found Gilbird… That expression, think he might be carrying a torch for the young American?"
Francis paused in his steps and thought for a moment before whispering back.
"He may but you of all should know, Tony…. What torture can do to a person. His ego is not only bruised, it cracked and shattered but it's rebuilding. Let's just watch on this one. We may be the bad touch trio but sometimes even we know when to stand back."
Antonio nodded but anything he intended to say was cut off when their Albino friend poked his head back into the living room.
"Come on guys, hurry up or you're gonna miss out on this awesome food!"
With a smile, the pair hurried into the kitchen to see Alfred gobbling down food with Ludwig trying his best to ignore the nation's bad eating habits. Feli was slurping down pasta and talking about how he wanted to go for a walk and the new cat he had found and why oh why wouldn't Doitsu~ let him keep it. Gil took the seat between his brother and Al, taking a big gulp of water before munching half heartedly at the food while talking to the to the others.
Francis took a seat with Antonio next to him, the room felt warm and Gil set his fork down so that he could just watch and listen. It was beautiful to be home…to have both old friends and new friends to talk to.
"Gilbert?"
Blinking slowly, Gilbert turned to face Al who was watching him, his own fork paused halfway to his mouth as he spoke. At the sound of his bruder's name, Ludwig also turned to Gilbert.
"Mein bruder eat! You need to gain back your weight if you ever want me to let you drink beer again or allow you to work out."
Gilbert rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something when two things happened. One was Alfred reached forward and grabbed Gilbert by the chin, turning his head to face the younger blonde. The second was the fork he had previously paused in eating from shoved itself past the albino's pale lips.
"Eat."
Al spoke with a very serious frown on his face while the silver haired man's red eyes stayed locked with those ocean blue depths. His mouth worked of its own volition to eat the food even though his stomach protested mildly to the heavy food.
When he had cleaned all the food from the fork, Alfred smiled softly at him before turning to Feli.
"Can I borrow the kitchen?"
Ludwig and Feliciano, who hadn't seen Gilbert so complacent as to not complain to his treatment or Alfred so down to earth, could only nod slowly at the request. Grinning back at them, Alfred stood up and moved around the kitchen with everyone else watching him. It took about fifteen minutes before the young Nation sat down once more, in his hand was a bowl with steaming contents.
"Erm….what is that Al?"
Alfred smiled and held up a spoon full of the foggy contents.
"It's something that we give to people in America when they are sick. Just eat it, you'll like it."
Gilbert closed his eyes and opened his mouth for the food, whatever it was, praying that he wouldn't die. As Al shoved the spoon into his mouth slowly he smiled when Gilbert's face lit up, the flavor touching his tongue.
"It's sweet!" Gilbert cried as he swallowed the spoonful.
Alfred grinned and passed him the bowl.
"It's warm pudding. It's easy on the stomach and it has the calories to make you gain weight. From there you can add things like bread to your diet and then protein like chicken."
Ludwig blinked as he watched the exchange before speaking up.
"How do you know such a way to make him gain weight? I couldn't find much about this when I was looking."
Alfred paused for a moment, looking distinctly uncomfortable before speaking up.
"My…my people developed this diet for gaining weight at the end of the war… After the Russian's got the liberated to gain weight with hard bread and water we were allowed to feed them easily digestible foods such as softer breads, pudding and chicken. Since you already have him gaining weight and he isn't as weak as humans…it's easier to just give him pudding."
Alfred looked down as Ludwig visibly stiffened before smiling softly and reaching around his brother to clap the younger blonde on the shoulder.
"You may be more than a bit annoying but at least you are useful sometimes. Now I know how to make my bruder back to his former glory!"
Gilbert was too busy slurping down the warm pudding to remark on the conversation and he couldn't deny that having his brother doting on him didn't make him happy. As long as his brother focused on him so much, he could ignore all the things he knew he would have to focus on later. It didn't matter yet though, he didn't have to think of them just yet.
When the meal was finished, Alfred having left the blonde German with a list of foods for Gilbert to eat, their three guests left and Gilbert relaxed with his bruder and Feli. It wasn't long before the comfort and warmth, with his full belly gurgling happily, caused him to drift off to sleep on his Bruder's shoulder. He wasn't awake to hear Alfred come back, having left his gloves on the counter.
"Hey…why don't you let me carry him to bed while you take Feli home Ludwig?" Alfred spoke softly, looking down at the albino.
Ludwig stared at him carefully before motioning him forward.
"I don't quite understand why you have taken such an interest in mein bruder but I swear, Alfred, you hurt a hair on his head I will slaughter you and make WWII look like a walk in the park."
Alfred just smiled as he used his super strength to pick the slightly smaller but much lighter albino up.
"I'm not so worried about me hurting him…I'm more worried he'll never be able to accept me or anyone else into his heart again. Don't worry, I don't think I'll be the one hurting anybody, even if I am an idiot."
Giving a sharp whistle, causing the mochi with Gilbird on its head to follow quickly, Alfred climbed the steps and put the older nation to bed. He tucked him in and left the room quickly, leaving his mochi to comfort the man while he headed back down stairs.
He himself didn't know why he cared for the silverette as much as he did but he knew it had something to do with the strength he had seen in the other. It was like when he was young and had looked up to Arthur. This man's strength was greater than Arthur's in a way though…if only he could put his finger on it.
Leaving the house of the German brothers, he knew he would be spending quite a bit of time with them…that was for certain.
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Not my best work but I am still having fun writing this story!
I hope you guys will review it this time!
It's a little hard to keep writing if no one comments so even one review would mean a lot!
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