{{A/N: Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia, as much as we wish we did, we don't that honor is fully Hidekazu Himaruya. Also Character's may be a little OOC, but we are trying our best. ^^}}
Chapter 2: "He was a complete idiot!"
France was totally taken off guard by Prussia's sudden outburst, and realized that he hadn't responded to Prussia's comment earlier, "I won't eat your bird, what kind of a person do you think I am?" he questioned, "...wait, don't answer that."
Gilbert's embrace tightened as he once again met Frances eyes and stifles his sobs. "You really won't eat him?" He asks sweetly and allows the corner of his mouth to show the beginnings of a smile. Annoyed by the sudden mood changes and how they were affecting him France groaned inwardly,
"Yes, I promise I won't eat him, now you go take a shower, before you catch a cold damn it, I will have your drink ready when you're finished."
Gil smiled brightly and hopped away after replying, "AWESOME!" He made his way to the master bath whistling as he entered huge pink and white french molded room. The faucets were gold he noticed as he turned them and soon steaming hot water poured into the tub. He stepped into the tub, pulling the curtain across and began his shower before realizing his clothes were still on.
"Ooops," He exclaims before stripping off his now wet cloths and throwing them out of the shower. Gilbert being Gil doesn't pay attention to where these cloths of his landed. Some ended up on the floor, some draping dangerously over the toilet bowl, as socks hung from the ornate edges of the steamed up mirror.
Gil continues his shower without a care and soon begins singing very badly. He washes his body thoroughly and reaches for the shampoo without looking at the label. It read 'Extra Volume for Curly hair'. After rinsing Gil goes in search of a towel. He soon realizes there are none in the bathroom and moves his search to the hallway. He looks and looks but sees nothing that would indicate towel or a place where towels would be kept. Finally he decides to find France to ask him. Francis had no more than finished cleaning up the spill and finally managed to construct another drink with the few ingredients he had in his possession. Once it was finished he moved the drink over to the oven where he had earlier cooked supper and some extra pastries. Then he noticed the stain on his clothes and frowned. Moving towards the main staircase, in which led to the upper level of the house. Hearing France coming up the stairs, from the kitchen Gil asks from the top, "Dude, where them towels at?"
Hearing the loud obnoxious voice above Francis looked up. Big mistake, his face flamed and he gawked at the naked man above him on the stairs. "Mon Deau where are your clothes!?" he exclaimed at the same time Prussia asked about where the towels were. Trying to gain back his composure he replied, "In the pantry, in the guest bathroom. Also could you please be more aware of your state of dress, what if the maid was here?"
"Think you could show me? I'm so lost." Gilbert smiles at France's reaction and tilts his head. "Sure thing pal. Next time I'll know where the towels are." He motions his hands for France to lead on and turns slightly so his groin is mostly out of view as his friend climbs the stairs. 'See I can totally be considerate when I want to be,' he thought silently.
France let the color in his face fade before continuing on. Was he serious, he just came from the bathroom where the towel's were. Shaking his head he led the way down the hallway. Once he got to the last door on the left he opened it to a smaller bathroom with a similar coloring to the master bathroom. However, in one corner there was an outline of a pantry door set into the wall, reminding France that this may be the reason Gilbert couldn't find it. Opening the door he gestured to the towels that were color coded and sized. "Take your pick," he said to Prussia, avoiding eye contact.
"I want the top one but I don't think I can reach it. Maybe you could lift me on to your shoulders?" He gestures with a completely serious face and watches Frances reaction, intending to play it off as a joke should he get angry. 'Was he a complete idiot?' France questioned in his head. He was so unsure of what to think all that happened was something snapped and his hair shaded his eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a perverse smirk, "honhonhon, so you want to play this game do you?" He couldn't control himself, no one could be this stupid, no one, he wanted it.
"Sure man. Not sure what game you are referring to but I like games. SO BRING THIS BITCH ON!" Gil smiles wickedly and pumps his fists. 'I got this,' he thought to himself. 'He'll think I'm totally dense.' "So what game are we playing?" he asks with another tilt of his head.
He was a complete idiot!
{{A/N: French Translation's:
mon ami = My Friend
mon deau = My God/Lord}}