Osu minna! Thank you sssssooooooo much for the positive comments on chappie 1!
I cried tears of happiness when I read your comments! Really! I didn't expect 2 reviews, 3 faves and 4 follows on the first chapter! I'm really sorry I made you guys wait for this but I needed to get some holes and errors out of the way and I needed to plan out the next POV as well. Hope you're not mad at me.
Just on a side note, this chapter and all forthcoming chapters take place like 3 years after the last one.
Anything else?
Oh yes, the chapter this time is a bit shorter. Sorry.
I DON'T OWN HETALIA! (If I did, Nyotalia would be getting waaaaaaay more attention)
EDIT (11/10/2015): Ciao ciao! This chapter is also edited cause lets admit it, the ending is absolutely one of the lamest ever, and the goddamn accents. A true cringe-worthy editing this was!
"Watch where you are going! You could have hurt the awesome me!" I growled at the offender who was currently sitting on his butt, having narrowly missed a pile of horse poop. He took a breath as if to admonish me but stopped when he looked at my face. I say my face but honestly, I'm not sure. His face was well hidden by his white cloak. Everyone stayed away from me, calling me a 'Demon Spawn'. He probably was scared witless which is what I thought until one of his small hands reached out to me hesitantly.
"Help me up already." His voice was high and thin. Very high pitched actually. I kept my questions to myself and rolled my eyes. Interesting. a person who didn't tremble like a leaf in autumn upon seeing me.
"Whatever." I grabbed his hand and roughly pulled him to his feet. He shot up and regained his balance quickly.
"Heh! Not bad. But of course, you're still nowhere near the awesome me! If you ever ne-" I shut my mouth as I finally got a look at the mystery person's face. His hood had slipped back when I pulled him up. As I looked into his eyes, I shivered as I realised that he-no, she had the same hair that I did. Her eyes were almost like mine. the only difference was that the upper part of her irises were red and the lower were blue.
"You..." I whispered but she put a finger to my lips and shook her head silently.
"Prusia! Wake up!" My eyes snapped open and I found cold sweat blurring my vision.
"Wha-?" I mumbled and blearily looked at Spain and France who were bending over me, worried.
"Prusse mon ami, what is the matter? You were thrashing about in your sleep." France put his cool palm against my forehead.
"I'm perfectly awesome! Toss me the strongest wine youve got if you want proof. Kesesesese~!" I put on a grin and tried to laugh off their worries. Unfortunately, being friends with some people for a couple of centuries means you can read them like the back of your hand... Most of the time. I've got to admit, it's awesome when they know EXACTLY when you need a drink.
"Do you want me to take care of your worries?" Spain stood in front of me and without waiting for my response and stretched his arms out.
"Fusososososo~! Fusososososososo~!" He said with a dopey grin on his face. I resisted the strong urge to facepalm at his idiotic behaviour. France wasn't so patient with him and he made it clear by smacking him on the back of his head.
"¡Ay! What was that for Françis?" He frowned at the blond nation.
"Imbécile! It didn't even work on vôtre petit frère, how do you expect it to work on Gil?" France scowled.
"Oh now you've gone to far Françis..." Spain spoke in the dangerous tone that he had used during his conquistador days. This didn't look too good. I remained silent, ready to break up their fighting if necessary.
"Moi? Going too far? Bof!" France scoffed. "Who got his arse whipped by Angleterre and his motley crew of pirates again?"
"And who 'got his arse whipped' by Inglaterra in nearly every battle he fought and still lost his younger brother?" Spain snarled back at him. France's face turned an interesting shade of purple I had never seen before. If this was a drunken brawl, I would have made it a three way battle by declaring the 'Awesomeness of Prussia' but my two friends were completely sober. That's when the dirty looks turned into murderous stares. Time I stepped in or else they would tear the place down. I shuddered at that thought. West would definitely not go easy on me if it happened again. In a flash, I bonked them both on the head with a couple of empty beer mugs left over from the drinking session West and I had last night (now that I think about it, West seemed lonely cause Italy was busy with the girls or something. No wonder he was ready to drink till he was completely drunk. He's gonna have a super big hangover at today's meeting). Both of them scowled at me.
"Gilbert..." They growled. Any normal person would have run away seeing them at that moment but not the awesome me! I wasn't even scared! Okay... Maybe a little bit... Never mind...
Anyway! As I was saying before I got so un-awesomely depressed, I met their glares with a level stare of my own, and clicked my tongue.
"You both are just so unawesome! Fighting over the past is the laaamest thing in the world. Doing it to make ol'prissy boy mad is another thing but this? You two are members of the awesome bad touvh trio for Fritz's sake! I thought ve had plans since you two skipped the world meeting this time. When will you two man up Eh?" I put my hands on my hips and wriggled my eyebrows at them once I finished my little speech. Both of them looked at me blankly for a tense moment. I thought they would kill me during those extremely long fifteen seconds of my life. Then Spain began to chuckle. A second later, it turned into full out laughter. France cracked a grin and began laughing with him. It wasn't one of his pervy ones either. My usual awesome grin appeared and I joined in with a hearty laugh of my own. We laughed so much that we had to support each other to keep standing. When we finally stopped due to our hurting sides, we lay on the floor in silence. Spain was the one to break the silence.
"Friends forever guys?" He softly said.
"Évidemment!" France replied.
"The awesome BTT will never fail!" I did a fist pump. We grinned, revelling in our good little best friend moment. Which was interrupted by my phone ringing it's special awesome tune. I quickly pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID even though I already knew who was calling. Want to know what the Awesome caller ID said?
Wait for it.
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Maybe I've been spending a little too much watching those suspense dramas after all...
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"Birdie." I read it out unusually softly.
"Canadá?" Spain jumped into a sitting position and peered over my shoulder.
"Prussie! Why do you have Mattheiu's number?" France also jumped up and peered over my other shoulder. Mein Gott! Did these two have the hearing ability of a dog or what? I didn't say anything and just picked up the call. Whatever I said would aggravate Françis and I did NOT want to do that when he was in mama bear mode. What is wrong with having a friend's number anyway? Well... Maybe he's a bit more than a friend... What? It's complicated!
"Yo Birdie! What's up?"
"As I was say-Mmph!" Spain covered up France's mouth giving me a chance to talk to birdie freely. I mouthed a 'danke' at him and turned my attention back to the phone.
"Hey Prussia. Um... Was that Papa I just heard?" His soft voice flowed through the phone. I had to turn the volume up to hear him clearly. Not that I minded.
"Nope!" I popped the p. I really was spending too much time with America!
"Oh okay..." Canada mumbled, a trace of doubt in his voice.
"Anyway," I quickly switched the subject. "What's the matter?"
That wasn't the Awesomest move I've ever made. Birdie launched into a rapid fire torrent of french. I caught the words 'new', 'meeting', 'chaos', 'girl' and 'Prussia'.
"Slow down Birdie! I'm not that fluent in French."
"Sorry Prussia. I'm just a bit flustered."
"Nah. It's nothing. So what did the awesome me miss out in this world meeting?"
"Make sure your sitting somewhere. You might faint."
"Kesesesese~! The awesome me never faints! But I'll humour you anyway." I sat on the couch and could literally hear him rolling his eyes.
"Fine, fine. A new nation has been formed. Technically it's a micro nation but eh."
"In your place?"
"Non. It's in Brooklyn. It's called the Kingdom of new Prussia." It was my turn to go into a rapture of German this time.
"G-Gil! Do slow down!"
"Oh sorry. I was just saying that it's AWESOME! Is there a personification? I don't want to be called East Germany if there's a new Prussia though. Totally unaweso-"
"Gilbert!" That shout cut me off. Birdie never ever shouted. Something serious had to be happening if he was shouting.
"What's wrong Birdie?"
"The personification... She, she..."
"She what?"
"She looks just like you! Like.. Like... a doppelganger or something!" He finally burst out. "There! I said it! What do you think Prussia? Prussia?" Birdie apparently kept speaking on the other end but he wasn't getting a response out of me. My cell fell out of my hand and I collapsed on the couch, out cold. Doppelgangers were bad news after all.
Translations (courtesy of Google translate)
Spanish;
Prusia - Prussia
¡Ay! - Ouch!/Hey! (Here)
Inglaterra - England
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French;
Prussie - Prussia
mon ami - my friend
Imbècile - Imbecile
vôtre petit frère - your little brother
Anglettere - England
Moi? - Me?
Èvidemment - Obviously
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German;
Mein Gott - My god!
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So what happened in the meeting? Who is this Prussia lookalike?
Okay, the second is pretty obvious but still! Do let me know what you think in the reviews guys! Feel free to throw your theories at me! But remember;
You'll find out in the next chapter! Fufufu~