A/N: Okay, chapter one is here! I know my description was not as...good. The story gets much better, I swear, don't worry!
Chapter 1
The dream ended, the Prussian being awoken not by the horror of remembering that day long ago, but by the caterpillar that had inched onto his hand and up his arm, startling him away as the furry bug tickled his arm.
Gilbert slowly opened his eyes, the visions of the dream still flashing in his mind, always haunting him. The albino sighed, yawning and rubbed his eyes, looking around Volkspark Friedrichshain, which he had fallen asleep in. The sun was still in the sky but it had moved further west than when he had first laid in the soft grass under the big, shady tree. The park was still fairly deserted, though it was a weekday, people were still at work. Prussia sighed a bit, stretching his arms and legs as he sat up.
Pulling his phone out, Gilbert flipped it up, seeing no messages and shoved it back in his pocket. He looked around, not searching for anything in particular, but just out of boredom, trying to clear the old images from his head. The look on his younger brother's face when he had held him in his arms, terror and realization that he was a dead man, stung Prussia right to this day as he sat in the park by himself, watching the wind gently blow the soft grass.
Gilbert sighed quietly and yawned, leaning forwards and pushing himself up to his feet, stretching, arching back until his back made a few satisfying popping sounds up and down the spine. "Gilbird!" He called out and said trustworthy, yellow bird was suddenly perched on his shoulder, happily poking his owner's cheek with his small beak. Gilbert smiled over at him and stroked his soft head with his index finger. "I've been asleep for a while. Why didn't you wake me?" The albino demanded, his only response from the bird a small chirp and head tilt. "Yeah, same to you!"
Deciding to go back home and see what Ludwig was making for dinner, Gilbert reached into the pocket of his black and white hoodie and pulled his ear buds out, popping them into his ears and turning the iPod on. As soon as the rock music blasted through the tiny speakers in his ears, he began walking, trodding through the lengthening grass and onto the walkway that curves around the water. Some children ran by, chasing each other and laughing loudly, but Gil was too deafened by his music to hear them. Gilbird turned his head to watch them curiously, his beady black eyes surveying the area for his owner, who was not giving the surroundings much thought as he walked to the edge of the park and out, onto the streets.
It was not a long walk back to his house, about ten minutes. Ten uneventful minutes, much to the albino's disappointment. "Gilbird, we need more entertaining people on the walk home. Not just…ordinary people. Get what I mean?" The bird only cocked his small head at the words unfamiliar to him. Gilbert shrugged; walking up the front steps to his front door and griping the knob, pushing the door open a bit forcefully.
"I was beginning to think you were thrown in jail for harassing some woman." Ludwig greeted him from the living room couch as soon as his older brother walked in and shut the door behind him. Gil grinned at him. "One day, West. One day." He walked into the kitchen and pulled the fridge door open. "Hey, hear from Eyebrows yet?"
Germany cleared his throat, turning a page in his book. "I think you mean Britain. And not yet."
"Ugh, I wish he would." Gilbert grabbed a beer out of the fridge and slammed it shut, jumping over to the counters and grabbing a drawer handle, yanking it open. "I'd like to know if the Awesome me, plus the Awesome me's younger bruder, will get attacked soon." He reached in and pulled a bottle opener out, grinning at it.
"I know, Gil. But these things take time; Britain's spies are working as hard as they can." Germany let out a sigh. "France and Romano are claiming to high heaven and back that Russia will attack America first before anyone else. Personally, I think that would be bad strategy."
Gilbert snorted and rolled his eyes. "Francey Pants is simply hoping that's what Russia will do. He's not as dumb as most people think. And as for Romano, he just likes being an ass and disagreeing with whatever you think will happen. If you thought America would get attacked first, then Romano would be saying the opposite." He turned and walked back into the living room with his opened beer bottle, stepping over Ludwig's legs, which were crossed on top of the coffee table.
"So what's America saying about all this?" Gil asked once he was settling on the other end of the dark brown couch. Ludwig shrugged his shoulders, bookmarking his book and laying it down on the arm of the couch. "He's not worried. Why would he be?"
"Because America is up the freakin' wall! That's why!" Prussia exclaimed, laughing as he did so. "That guy is insane! Even if Russia was standing right in front of him with a nuclear missile, ready to fire, right at his face…I guarantee America would not even bat an eye." With a defiant nod, Gilbert took a chug of his beer.
Ludwig, however, raised an eyebrow and turned to face his older brother more easily. "So…what would he do then?"
Gilbert peered at him over the beer bottle and grinned again. "Oh, he'd go on and on about how he's the hero and nothing can kill him. I'd be surprised if he doesn't pull his own nuke out, though. Laughing like a mad man, that annoying laugh of his."
"You have an annoying laugh too, actually." Ludwig told him and Gilbert stopped laughing to scowl at him. "Yeah, whatever! Hey, what's for dinner? I am starving."
"You're not starving," Germany stated. "And dinner is being put on hold, because I have a meeting in an hour. Either you wait, and I'll bring back something, or you can make your own food instead of mooching off me." The German stood, straightening out his shirt.
Gilbert groaned, falling forwards until his face was buried in the cushions. "Awww West! But I want food!"
"That is not my problem. I need to go get ready." Ludwig left his brother, making his way down the hall to his bedroom. In a flash, Gilbert was off the couch and bolting after Ludwig, diving into his room right before the door shut.
"Gil!" Ludwig shouted, glaring at the ex-nation that was sprawled on the floor. "Get out!"
"I want to go, can I go? Please!" Gilbert asked, smiling innocently and folding his hands under his chin. Ludwig sighed. "No, you can't go."
Gilbert made a face, springing up to his feet but not leaving the room. "And why not?" He demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well…" Ludwig began. "Because, no one really wants you there."
"Please, I'm the Awesome Prussia!" Gilbert winked. "My awesome presence is always wanted." He smirked. Ludwig shook his head, reopening the door and pointing into the hallway. "Out!"
"So can I go?"
"I said, OUT!"
"Alright! I'll take that as a yes! Let me go get some different clothes on, be right back!" With a large smile and a bit of a dance in his step as he charged out the door, managing to avoid the German's hands that reached out to choke him, Gilbert strode down to his room and shut the door.
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