Welcome to chapter 2! In which everyone dies!
Just kidding! Did I scare you there? I don't think so. Oh well. Anyway, disclaimer. Is America always in the background riding his unicorn? No? Then I don't own Hetalia!
Chapter 2: Initiating The Awesome Plan
Gilbert sat in his and Matt's room, thinking of the best ways possible to make his Mattie really mad. It shouldn't be too hard. He was always able to piss off Elizaveta and Rodereich fairly easily. He knew exactly what buttons to push. Say, for example, supergluing a certain frying pan to the ceiling. Or hiding the glasses of a certain Austrian. That was it! The first thing on his awesome "Make Birdie Mad" list was written down. And he set off to do it.
In the middle of the night, Gilbert got up, grabbed Mattie's glasses and ran off to find the perfect hiding place. 'Not the kitchen, he always makes food. Not the bathroom. Oh I know!'
Gilbert ran outside, looking up at the extremely tall maple tree in the backyard. He smirked, remembering how he was able to climb the tree all the way to the top when Mattie wasn't home. He quickly put the glasses in his pocket, scrambling up the tree (very gracefully, he might add), and sticking the glasses on the highest branch, making sure they wouldn't fall.
However, he wasn't so lucky. He lost his footing and down he went...
(I'm sorry! Couldn't resist. But that's not what happened. You can all rest easy. Back to the real story.)
He could've enlisted the aid of Gilbird to help him place the glasses, but lately he's been hanging out with Kumajirou more than him. Not that he was jealous or anything. No, not at all.
He climbed back down, sneaking back into bed.
The next morning, Matthew woke up to a smiling Gilbert.
"Hi Mattie." Matt reached his hand out to his bedside table. He looked over when he didn't feel his glasses, not surprised. Gilbert's wide grin fell off his face when he watched Matt open the drawer and grab another pair of glasses.
"You do realize my brother is Alfred? We have the same prescription and he loses his glasses a lot. I can't tell you how many times he barged in, took the glasses off my face and ran out. I have them stashed all over the house."
Gilbert mentally swore at himself. He forgot who Matt was related to, meaning he was used to pranks and things like that. He would have to step up his game. And he had another awesome idea. He bolted out of bed, closing the door behind him, taking a rubber band from his pocket and putting the rubber band on the doorknob of their room and to the doorknob of the room across the hall. He then ran down to the kitchen, grabbing all the ingredients for pancakes. After watching Matt make them for so long, he memorized what all the ingredients were.
He took them and looked around, thinking where he could hide them. That is, until a certain Canadian took them out of his hands. "You think that's all the pancake stuff I have? Considering how much you and Al eat?"
"How did you get out?"
Matt shrugged. "We have a window."
Gilbert gaped at him. "But it's a second story window!"
"Your point is?"
He knew it wasn't too high up, but still. "You could've hurt yourself!"
"You locked me in a room. Was I supposed to just sit there?"
"Yes."
Matt sighed and proceeded to make pancakes. This was going to be a long day.
"Shut up Gil!"
The entire day, Gilbert had decided to speak in a French accent. Since he already had a German accent, his fake one was absolutely horrible.
"But mon cherie, my accent is magnifique, is it not?"
"Non! Ce n'est pas! Et vous prononcez tout faux!" (No! It is not! And you are pronouncing everything wrong! ~French)
"Darling Mathieu, you know I do not understand a word you have said."
Matthew sighed. "Fine. Nein! Es ist nicht! Und Sie Aussprechen werden alles faisch! How was that?" (Same translation. ~German)
Gilbert did a double-take. "Wait, when did you learn German?" His French facade falling.
Matthew blushed, looking away after he realized just what he had said. "I was learning it for you. I had Ludwig teach me."
Gilbert smiled. "My cute little Birdie, learning my language. That's awesome."
"Awesome enough to stop whatever you're doing?"
"Non!"
Matt sat on the couch and turned on the television, trying to drown out the sound of his boyfriend trying to imitate Francis's accent.
Do not fret, my dears, there is more to come! But this is short, like I thought it would be. Sorry!
I would like to say that everything Gilbert does has either come from me or my friends, EllaStarbrook and Alfred-Jones Kirkland, without whom, the story might've ended already if I couldn't come up with more ideas.
If translations are wrong, please tell me and I will change it!
Please review, it would make me happy. And you get a cookie! Nicoli out!
