Gilbert immediately dropped the smile from his face but still sat propped up though his eyes were now wide due to the near complete darkness. He sighed as he found his pillow and laid his head down upon it. He didn't necessarily hate the darkness but he didn't like it either. It made him feel as though he was forgotten. Since he was no longer a country, the fear of being forgotten encroached upon his psyche until it was what drove him; the reason he still willed to live. He laid in the near complete darkness until he felt he could no longer stand it and rose to go up the stairs. The steps creaked loudly since it was the only sound he could hear beside his own breathing. His pet canary, who he named Gilbird, flew to his head, sat on it, and chirped. The steps were cold because he was still sockless from his shower. It was about early winter so it was chillier than his room when he finally opened the door atop the stairs. He was greeted by a solemn and lonely quiet house, the windows allowing a hint of new sunlight. Gil shivered a little when he finally exited completely, shutting the door behind him. He turned left toward the kitchen and the pads of his feet lazily skidding across the wood floors onto the colder tiles of the kitchen. He cleared his throat while he opened the fridge to admire the just plain fabulous wurst leftovers. He let out a zombie like sound and robotically shut the fridge door and swiveled on his heel to make his way around the island and down the two steps leading to the expansive living room.
He grabbed the remote and plopped himself down before turning on the TV and realizing he didn't get anything to eat and let out a tiresome groan as he rose yet again and made his way up the two steps, back around the island and stood in front of the coffee maker. Gilbert never really wanted anyone to know how he behaves when he's all alone but Ludwig has caught him on more than one occasion shimmying around the house listening to Chameleon Circuit and having a full on house party of one. Both had vowed to pretend Ludwig didn't see anything. He stood before the near empty coffee pot when his brother routinely walked down the hallway to the kitchen, finally dressed in a suit with his blonde hair pushed back. He stopped in the archway from the hallway to the kitchen when he noticed Gilbert was up and out of his room.
"You're up, I would have thought you'd have went back to bed for a few more hours." Gilbert nodded with a pout before maneuvering around the island and pulling out a stool to sit on as his younger brother walked over to the coffee pot and emptied it out, replacing the coffee grains and adding more water before turning it on. The sound of boiling water hung in the air between them as Ludwig leaned against the counter facing Gil. Gil slouched and propped his head up with his palms on the island-top. He stared at the coffee that began to filter into the pot in a steady stream of drips before glancing over to his brother who was already looking at him. He seemed to be thinking or studying Gil's body language, Gil felt mildly violated but then again Ludwig had had this quirk since Gilbert found him as an infant.
"Well that tends to happen when someone has a shower and has a conversation," Gil states plain as day. The TV was on some news channel, Gil could vaguely get a sense of what what happening from what he heard though the TV volume was low. The suns morning rays now broke over the horizon through the ceiling to floor windows in Ludwigs living room. Ludwig scowled in his usual manner as the coffee pot as slowly but surely filling up. Gilbert stretched his arms out in front of him before releasing a deep breath.
"So, how's Italy? You went to see him yesterday right?" Gilbert asked, hoping to ease out of the awkward morning tension. Ludwigs expression lightened into a lighter more docile, pursed-lipped smile.
"He is doing fine, still as clingy and hopeless as ever though. He invited Kiku over as well. It surprised me because, well, I was hoping for some... downtime. Not having to be the governing body," Ludwigs voice got quieter as he spoke out of embarrassment. Gilbert knew about Germany's thing for Italy, he remembered a time when Holy Roman Empire was crushing on Chibitalia and how cute it was. He didn't think too far into it though because it would lead him on to a whole moral crisis since HRE became Germany after some... string of events. Germany also didn't remember his time as HRE, so Gilbert didn't want to go and say something his brother might thing was outrageous at this point. Gilbert had always thought it to be better to never tell him of his childhood as HRE once he realized he had amnesia. Gilbert accepted it and simply nodded to show he understood. Ludwig laughed a little uncomfortably after sharing and cleared his throat as they sat in silence for a few minutes or so. The coffee pot was full enough for almost a cup. Ludwig turned to pour himself a cup before adding two teaspoons of sugar in it. Ludwig likes his coffee black, Gil can't stand black coffee. As Ludwig took the first sip, Gilbert cringed as if him himself had drank it. Ludwig nodded his head toward the clock on the wall. Gil turned and saw that it was around seven give or take a few minutes. "I should get going soon, it'll take me a while to get there and I prefer to be early." He chugged the rest of his coffee and placed the cup in the sink with a quick exhale before heading for the front door. Gilbird tweeted as he walked down the hallway. He threw up a hand in goodbye before unlocking the door and exiting before locking it behind him. Gilbert sat staring at the door for sometime as he waited for the coffee pot to fill back up. He started to wonder what he should do to pass the time. He could go back on the Tumblr, go on Youtube, go on Xbox, PS3, or just go PC game. He pondered those choices and decided against them, he wanted to go outside and walk around and meet new people to assert his awesomeness on. He began to remember the the first he met people his age. It was Elizávétá when they were still children.
He was the Teutonic Knights and she was under Ottoman rule. He first saw her while passing through a forest in an attempt to sneak up on his enemy. She was sleeping under a tree near a glistening blue river. He stopped his advancement toward his enemy in curiosity of her. After getting off of his horse he slowly approached her sleeping self, she was beautiful, her hair up in a ponytail. He was about five feet in front of her before he crouched to his knees and crawled forward slowly, not wanting to wake her up. Gilbird was flapping around above him, flying about. He looked up at him and pulled a finger up to his mouth in a gesture that suggested for Gilbird to be quiet. When he was close enough to her sleeping self, he pulled his legs up to sit indian style and just watch her. She had a bow and a couple of arrows along with a pouch of water and a nap-sack of probable supplies or rations. He knew he didn't have much time to waste just sitting there because he still had an army to advance. Gilbird chirped above him and he jerked his head up to shush him, but he did it too loud and he turned his head back to her, she had woken up with a start. Not expecting for someone to be watching her, she freaked out a bit. She quickly reached for the bow and arrows by her side and pulled them in a drawn position. Gilbert grew wide eyed and began to plead as any child would do.
"W-Wait, don't shoot, don't shoot. I don't mean any harm, don't hurt the awesome me!" He said as he began to cower by shielding his head with his arms. After nothing happened he opened one of his eyes to peek at her. She still had the bow drawn but she looked less menacing because her eyes lost the look of 'fight or be killed'.
"Who are you and where did you come from?" Gilbert let out the breath he had seemingly been holding and tried to compose himself.
"I am Prussia, the Teutonic Knights. And just who are you?" He asked with genuine wonder.
"Hello, Teutonic Knight. I am Hungary," she release the bow and arrow and put them back at her side. "Nice to meet you." She said with a wary smile. Her mannerisms were that of a male, but she appeared to be a female. This confused the young Gilbert so he sat uncomfortably, unsure of whether or not she was a girl or not.
"I... I have to go!" He said in a hurry as he got up and ran back to his horse.
"What? Wait!" She held a hand out in his direction as if it would pull him back. Gilbert prayed to God that she was a girl, so as to say he wasn't gay to think another guy was so awe-inspiring. He rode his horse as fast as he could so that he could still possibly be one step ahead of his enemy.
Gilbert snapped out of the flashback, scoffing at how homophobic he once was. He rose to get a cup of coffee, adding 1 big scoop of sugar and some french vanilla creamer to it before going back to the couch. He switched the channel to watch some Adventure Time. He wasn't in the mood for adult responsibilities and the show reminded him of his time as a Teutonic. After a few episodes and after he drank all his coffee, he glanced up at the clock and noticed it was almost nine. He sighed and got up to go back to his room and get dressed for walking Gilbird. He didn't want to go out and look like a sack'a'shit in pajamas. He slid open his closet door and pulled out an army style black trenchcoat. He had put on some black jeans on prior with a belt and wore a long sleeved button up light blue dress shirt. He glanced in his dresser mirror to manage his hair and pull on a smile. He slid on his coat and Gilbird landed on his bed staring up at him. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Only a few more minutes okay?" He smiled as he reached for his iTouch and headphones sitting on his dresser and put one earbud in and turned the music on. He patted his shoulder for Gilbird to come on and he tweeted before landing. Prussia shut the door behind him with a sigh, it was indeed chilly out. The sun had not quite warmed up the earth around them yet. He tucked his hands in his pockets and Gilbird snuggled into the knook of Gilberts neck.