A/N: Chapter 2. Again, this is fandom. And for pure fun. I don't own the web comic ( or anime) Hetalia. ಠ_ಠ It's not mine. Germany(Ludwig)xPrussia(Gilbert). [Germancest]. If you don't please don't read. C:

Rated for reasons.

Otherwise please enjoy. :D


Gilbert was agitated the rest of the day while Ludwig was training. Not being able to get out of his mind that his brother was with Feliciano. Frowning, he took a drink of the beer he had in his hand. Not that there wasn't always one in it. Problem? Nooo, He was the awesome Prussia. He had no problem with beer. It just appeared in his hand and he drank it.

Only did he perk up a little when he remember he was going to over to Antonio's house. Grinning he quickly pulled out his cell phone, the little chick and German flag heart charms swaying slightly back and forth. He hit the number he had on speed dial for his Spanish friend. After it ringing three times the other lined picked up.

"Hola~ Gil-Gil." The Spaniard said happily.

"Tonio~! Hallo!" The grin on Gil's face widened as he answered back.

"What can I do you for~?"

"We're still hangin' out today, ja?"

"Of course! Just come by anytime, Gil-Gil~!"

"Pft~ I'm on my way over now then~!" And Gilbert hung up without replay, grabbed his shoes and headed over. Pausing at the door, he turned back around, wrote a short little note explaining where he was going for his brother then headed out.

Upon arrival to the said Spaniards house, Gilbert didn't even bother to knock and opened the door. "Oii~! Atonioooo~ The awesome me is here!" He shouted, just like every time he went over.
Spain's head popped out of the kitchen, a silly smile on his face like always. "Gil~!" He shouted excitedly and rushed to give his friend a hug. Squeezing him tight and picking him up slightly.
Gilbert on the other hand was laughing lightly. "O-Okay, Leggo, can't breathe! Haha~" Once he was properly on the ground, he grinned. "So, what's on the agenda for today, Tonio~?"

"Ah, Well, I've got something cooking if you're hungry! Have you had lunch yet?" That silly sparkle smile never left his face as he spoke. Gilbert just laughed, "Of course I'm hungry~ I always am!" As if to emphasize what he was talking about, he patted his stomach. "Lead the way to the kitchen~"

"This way." He turned around, and motioned for Gilbert to follow him. Which he did.

"So… What exactly are you fixin' in there?" He finally asked.

"Well… It's called La Pealla. A very good and famous Spanish dish!" He smiled at Gilbert.

"Whatever that is, It smells real good! And I'll eat it most defiantly~" Gilbert grinned back.

After a few more mintues, Spain's wonderful dish of La Pealla was finally made. The two sat down and ate and after a few minutes France arrived out of no where like he always does.

"Bonjour mes amis~*" Francis announced as he walked in, just like Gilbert had done before. After 'Hellos' were made, and maybe a few hits to a certian Frenchman head. They all sat down and ate. Which to both Francis and Gilbert's suprise was very good. Then after some good food it was a even more awesome night full of booze. Like always... Except this time, Gilbert had a lot less to drink and insisted on leaving early.
"Aww~! Gil-Gil! You just got here!" Antonio said as the Prussian was getting ready to head out the door. France would have protested as well if he weren't already drunk off his ass and passed out on the ground.

"Ja, Ja, I know." He pouted. "But West got all pissy the last time I got home late..."

"Aww... Okay then..." Opening his arms he took Gilbert into a good-bye hug, nuzzling him slightly. "Make sure to come by again~." Gilbert just laughed a bit in reply and nodded.
"Ja, Ja I will. Naturlish." He grinned, giving him a quick hug back then heading out.

Once home - and this time earlier than normal - kicking off his shoes and tossing the jacket he had on, on the ground. "Yo~ West. I'm hoooome~" No reply. Looking at the clock that was on the wall, he got confused. Wasn't his brother home from training by now? Frowning, he went searching around, first in his office. Not there. His bedroom? Nein, not there either. Did he go out? High chance, the only reason he could is to go to the store or something. Sighing, he just hopped that he wasn't with Feliciano... Going up to his room, now in a much more foul mood than before, he plopped down in his bed. Damn that Italian for taking all his brothers attention. He was the one that raised him. He was the one that was with him most his life. Yet, everything he did seemed to set Ludwig off, making him mad at him or highly annoyed. While he didn't know his brother but a few years. And instinly, he was attachted to him. How the hell did he get a place in the german's heart so fast? Easily he fell asleep, thinking thoughts like that.


A/N: Can you all tell I'm not a GerIta fan? Or that I'm a SpainxPrussia fan? xD Ahh.. Ja, I don't like the kid. =3= I said it. Hope you enjoyed. I think I'll make the next chapter this day over, just in Ludwig's point of view. 3

* Bonjour mes amis~ = Hello my friends~

I'm feeling generous. If you wish for any paring, I can try to write it into this. C: Be it crack, I don't mind. Just you know... No, GerIta. ¯\(ºдಠ)/¯ Alright, K Thx Bai. :D