HEY GUYS~! I just wanted to thank everyone who's been following this story. I'm actually running low on idea's, but, I have alot of plotlines in my head. I just need to find a way to get to the plots.

And thank you for those of you who said I made a good Gilbert xDD I usually roleplay as Lovino, so, this is the first I've ever tried to be Prussia, Italy, and a couple of other people. I've been Spain and Germany a time or two, but, I'm still trying to figure out all these characters personality's.

If anyone would be able to help me with that, it'd be appreciated 3 I don't wanna screw up anything.

Anyywayyys~ I'm still trying to figure out how to post things on Fan-Fic, because I'm a dumb noob who doesn't know anything "oTL

So feel free to message me, or leave a review 3 And thank you for all the nice ones I've gotten. I meant to say that on the last chapter, but it slipped my mind 3

BUT YEAH~! Story time~~~))

Sitting at the table, Ludwig, Feliciano, and a sleepy Gilbert sat, eating the food that Feliciano had prepared. There was pasta, mainly made so that Lovino wouldn't complain, and also a side of wurst, a treat for Ludwig. Everyone was happily enjoying their meal, Gilbert stuffing his face as fast as he could, while the others were eating in a more natural manner.

"Why are you eating so fast? Your acting like you have somewhere to go." Ludwig noted, as he took a bite of pasta. "Weren't you just sleeping?"

"Ja, I do have somewhere to go! Francy-pants called an emergancy guys meeting. Not like you care." Gilbert said, as he grabbed a napkin, wiping off his face. "Anyways! Even though you don't care, I know you'll miss my awesomeness, so I'm going to tell you!" Gilbert said proudly.

"Just go on bruder..." Ludwig said, slightly irritated.

"Alright~! Just a minute ago, Francis just texted me. He said that for some reason, Antonio just came to the hotel they stay at while they chill in Germany. He didn't really say anything other than 'Get your stupid German ass over here'. I bet they just miss my awesomeness!"

"Ve... Isn't that a little weird, Gilbert?" Feliciano asked, as he picked at the pasta on his plate.

"Vhat? That they miss this awesomeness? Who wouldn't? Kesese! Not even your bruder could stay away~" Gilbert chimed, refusing to fall from his high horse.

"That's not what Feliciano is trying to get at, Gilbert." Ludwig tried to get his brother to think, but when it came to his friends, he just did what ever they wanted to do. His brother was seriously commited to those he cared about. Sometimes that's difficult, but it can be a good thing.

"Ja, well, I don't care. Mein friends are more important at the moment." Gilbert said, as he quickly hurried to the door. He threw on a black sweater, and just as he was going to leave throught he door, he turned around. "...If Lovi asks, I'll be back as soon as I can." Gilbert really didn't want to deal with his brother and Feliciano just yet. Of course Gilbert knew this wasn't just random. He may have yelled at his little Lovino for telling his brother, but Francis had been making some secret visits, and Gilbert spilled his guts to his best friend. Well, he wasn't all emotion! No! It was just a simple conversation!

'If you don't tell me now, I'm taking Gilbird.'

'Whaaaat? You can't take mein little buddy!'

'I have before. And look at yourself. Your living off beer and junk food my friend'

'Aaaaarg. I don't care~ The awesome me can eat and drink what ever I want!'

'You don't want to be fat, do you? What will Russia and Austria think?'

'I don't give two shits about what they think! I don't like either of them anymore! Plus, Austria was too much of a pansy~ Kesesese~'

'Huh... And just last week you joined me when I was with Austria. What's changed, mon ami?'

'Nothing changed. I just learned I had standards!'

'You? Standards? I hardly believe it. You'd have a three some with your two best friends when ever the chance arrived...'

'Ja? So what?'

'You only evacuate to your basement when something is wrong. Antonio told me he hasn't seen you since we left pool side.'

'Gilbert... What happened?'

'... Uh...'

'Gilbert.'

'THE AWESOME ME NAILED LOVINO~'

'...What?'

'You wanted to know... Now you do...'

Gilbert rubbed his forehead. God. Why did he always have to pretend to be so high strung in those situations? He really didn't want Francis pestering him about why he had done such a thing. He really wished he had worded things differently, but what would Francis think? Well, right now, Francis probably thinks he's a sex addict. Although, Gilbert is far from it. No matter how many times he's bragged about his 5 meters, and no matter how many times he's proclaimed to have bedded someone, it was all lies.

"God dammit... I hope Francis didn't tell Antonio anything." Gilbert mumbled, as he slipped into his brothers car, taking a second to rest his head on the steering wheel. "I'm going to be in alot of shit if Francey says something wrong..." Though, Gilbert knew Francis was different from that. The whole gang was different. When alone with the wine drinking Frenchie, he was polite, and well thought out. He knew exactly what to do, and exactly what to say. On the other hand, if they were out in public, the trio became totally different people.

"It's now or never." Gilbert decided, as he started up the car, driving down the street. What was it, 10 PM? If Antonio was there, he must have only just made it, and he must have gotten Francis to pick him up from the airport. Gilbert almost jumped when he heard his ringtone go off. It was the song 'Do the creep', meaning it was France who called. Each friend had their own Ringtone. Francis wanted his to be 'Do the Creep', while Gilbert chose 'I'm Awesome!' and finally, Antonio with 'Like a boss'.

"Allo? France? What's up?" Gilbert said, sounding serious.

"Ah, Mon ami~ You sound sleepy. Anyways, are you on your way? Me and Antonio are sitting outside with some coffee's. You remember how to get the hotel, oui?" France sounded alot happier from how he did when he first called Gilbert. When he had first talked to his French friend, he sounded more irritated than anything.

"Me? Sleepy? NEVER~ I'm just... Easing it up on my awesomeness." Gilbert chuckled, as he drove down the streets, looking out for the roads he needed to turn onto. "And why the hell would I forget where it was? /I/ was the one who suggested the damn place!"

"Haha, right~" Francis chuckled. "Oh, and I told Antonio how you caught my cold." Francis told Gilbert. Wait.. Caught Francis's cold...? Was he... Lying, for Gilbert? He could already start feeling bad about this trip.

"Cold..? AHA~ RIGHT~ But because I'm so awesome, I totally just got better! Kesese~" Gilbert played along.

"How long until you get here? Your coffee's getting cold."

"I'm just turning down the street now. I'll talk to you in like, a minute." Gilbert said, as he hung up the phone on Francis. He seen the big building, with shining lights, as he pulled into the parking lot. On the steps, he could see Antonio and Francis, talking amust eachother. Once he found a spot to park near the front of the building, he got out, his arms outstretched into the air. "AND THE AWESOME HAS ARRIVED~! Please please, save the cheering for later, kesese~" Gilbert chuckled.

"Hey Gilly~!" Antonio chimed, as he sipped from the coffee cup, patting the spot on the cement next to him. "Come here, we bought you a coffee"

"Kesese~ Danke Antonio!" Gilbert said happily, as he made himself comfortable next to the Spaniard, taking the other coffee from his hand. "Why didn't you guys get beers, I thought we should totally have a guys night out!" Gilbert declared.

"Well, it's not good to drink right after you were /sick/ Gilbert." Francis said, narrowing his eyes, as he seemingly was giving him a cold stare. It almost freaked Gilbert out.

"Y-yeah yeah, what ever." Gilbert huffed, as he sipped from his drink.

"Oi, France! Can I go to the bathroom now? You've made me hold it since the moment I got off that plane!" Whined Antonio.

"Oh, oui. Remember, our room is on the top floor, 7 doors down, and to your right." Francis said, shooing Antonio away. Once he had went into the hotel, Francis frowned, as he faced Gilbert.

"Vhat? What's with the look?" Gilbert said, as he inched away from his friend.

"You know very well what's with this 'look'." France said, as he lowered his gaze. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

"W-what do you mean by that?"

"You 'Nailed' Lovino. As you so politely put it the other day." Francis started. He couldn't stand to look at Gilbert right now, so he went with looking at his coffee. "You know damn well that Antonio loved Lovino. And Lovino probably had no idea what he was doing. What happened to our code? This is the second time you've broken it."

"Second? What are you talking about?"

"You tried to invade Canada, by touching his curl." Francis pointed out.

"It's. Just. Hair." It was obvious Gilbert still didn't know what that strand of hair did.

"Don't you know what that does..?" Francis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It sits there, looking retarded?" Gilbert asked.

".. Didn't you... Use Lovino's curl?"

"What the hell are you talking about Francy? It's just hair!"

"... If you didn't use the curl to your advantage, how did you manage to get Lovino in bed with you?"

"I'm just that awesome?"

"Seriously Gilbert! You aren't taking this seriously at all!" Francis said, shaking his head.

"I don't need to take it seriously! If you only came here to tell me what a bad friend I am, I'm leaving!" Gilbert said, as he stood up.

"I'm just trying to help Gilbert! You know how sensitive Antonio can be!" Francis said, as he stood up, grabbing onto Gilbert's arm.

"Yeah well... I- I don't care! Antonio can be as sad as he wants to be! I'm not letting him have my little Lovino!" Gilbert spat.

"...What, Amigo?" There stood Antonio in the doorway. Apparently, he'd come back from the washroom.

"...Fuck you Francis."

"Ve... I wonder how Gilbert's holding up" Feliciano said, as he tied the back of his apron. Germany always made him wear one so he didn't get his clothes dirty.

"He's fine. He's probably out partying with his friends." Ludwig insisted, as he wrapped his arms around the younger Italian, pressing a kiss to his cheeks.

"Si... I guess I'm just worried." Feliciano sighed, a small blush creeping across his face as he placed the plates into the sink. "I can't help but think maybe, this time, Gilbert's gone too far." The Italian sighed, lowering his eyes.

"He's got himself into this mess." Ludwig started, as he brushed Feliciano's bangs off to the side. "He can get himself out.." He insisted, as he pressed a kiss to Feliciano's lips.

"Si, si, I know." Feliciano giggled, as he turned around in Ludwig's hold. "It may not look like it, but my fratello really seems to like Gilbert." The young nation rested his head on Ludwig's. "It's almost like our relationship... Hehe~"

"Ja." Ludwig chuckles. "But if I know mein bruder, this might just be a 'fling'."

"D'aaw.. Geermaaany~ What if it's not?" Feliciano cooed.

"Well... Then... My bruder might be in for a shitty time." Ludwig sighed, as he looked off to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"You see how he treats /everyone/" Ludwig pointed out. "Gilbert will get tired of it in less than a week."

"Ve.. That's so mean doitsu..." Feliciano pouted.

"... Ja... I know... I didn't mean for it to be." Ludwig explained.

"Well, I think it's cute that your looking out for your brother." Feliciano smiled, as he grabbed both sides of Germany's face. "But- I'm also looking out for mine."

"Ja. Where is Romano anyways?"

"Sleeping." Feliciano answered, as he rested his head on Ludwig's chest. "I just hope Lovino knows what he's doing."

"I think he does." Ludwig saidm as he ran a hand through Feliciano's hair. "If he's fallen for my bruder, there must be something special about him." He chuckled, closing his eyes. "Everyone always under estemates him. Even me sometimes."

"Hehe... Ever since he lost the title of being Prussia, as a country, everyone's been doubting him. I'm sure if it wasn't for Ivan and Felicks, he'd be strong and proud." Feliciano chimed.

"Mmhmm." The German man nodded. "I'm sure he would. He's probably lost alot of hope, seeing as he used to pride himself on being Prussia."

"Si... It's almost like Romano."

"How? He has his own country"

"Yes, he might. He's the southern half of us, but almost no one cares. They always say I'm Italy, when really, I'm /North/ Italy"

"Ja, and he's Romano"

"No, he's /South/ Italy." Feliciano giggled, flicking his nose. "We only call eachother Veneziano and Romano because we're both Italy." Germany seemed to nod in agreement. "Maybe somehow, Gilbert understands how my fratello feels?"

"I doubt it." Ludwig said, shaking his head. "But who knows. Gilbert can amaze most of us."

"Yeah... I really want them to figure out this whole fiasco."

"Mmhmm."

"I love you Germany."

"I love you too Italy."

"Hehe~"

"I-I... Y-you..." Gilbert stuttered.

"Hehe~ I meant what by what did you say~" Antonio chimed cheerfully, as he skipped down the steps back up to Francis and Gilbert. "All I heard was Lovi's name." Gilbert almost sighed in relief, but stopped himself.

"O-oh-! I was.. Uh... Telling Francis... Er.."

"How Lovino was staying over at his house." Francis interjected, giving Gilbert a wink. Thank god Francis was on his side... Or was he? You could never tell.

"Ah~ I wanna see my little Lovi~" Antonio smiled, as he wrapped one arm around both of his friends. "Think me and Francis could come over soon, Gilly?" Antonio turned to face his Albino haired friend, looking at him hopefully.

"W-wha?" Gilbert was almost confused, as he shook his head. "O-of course you can! Those little Italian's are staying the week, kesese!" Gilbert snickered. "Who knows, maybe you could convince little Lovi to get into a maid's dress. Huh~? Huh~? Think you can do it?" Gilbert poked at Antonio's cheek, seeing his friend puff it out in slight anger. Or was it laughter?

"Haha Gil~ Funny. Why would you want to see Lovino is a dress?" Antonio asked curiously.

"W-well. I thought you would too. And I never said I didn't wanna see Ita-kuns in a dress too! I just know.. Lovino would call me a potato-bastard, and throw mein bruder at me or something." Gilbert replied, as he looked away from his friend.

"Aha~! I see! Francis, why are you holding your breath?" Antonio looked over to Francis, who seemed to be smiling, holding his breath.

"Aaah~ No reason, mon ami." Francis chuckled.

"Grr..." Gilbert growled, looking at Francis. He knew that mischevious smirk Francis had. What the hell was he planning to do?

"Aha... You two are acting so weird today." Antonio said, as he let go of both the men. "So, should we go out for drinks?" The Spaniard suggested, spinning around to face them. "One of us has to keep sober~~ Fra-"

"I'll do it!" Gilbert said, as he shook his head.

"Eh-? Since when do you ever want to be the driver? Usually you wanna have drinking contests, and end up piss drunk" Antonio said, scratching his cheek thoughtfully.

"S-so? I wanna do something for a change!" Gilbert insisted, hoping his foolish friend would fall for such a thing.

"Aah? Amigo! I'm proud!" Antonio chuckled, as he patted Gilbert hard on the back. "Never thought you'd pass down a beer for your friends~"

"Oui... Not like him at all, hmmm~?" Francis said, as he leaned on a wall near him.

"Aww~ Francis, can't he be nice once in his life~?"

"Ja Francis, butt out!"

"Non, I don't think he can. I think somethings up." Francis said, as he strolled close to Gilbert, a devilish grin on his face. "But we wont get into this, will we?"

"God dammit Francis, if you don't shut up right now-"

"So~ What bar are we going to go to~?" Antonio interjected.

"eh-? Vell, why not the one we normally go to?" Gilbert suggested, as he eyed Francis who seemed to strut over to the car.

"Sounds good to me" Francis said boredly.

"Ja, ja... Let's just go already." Gilbert huffed, as he got into the car. "Stupid Francis... " Gilbert whispered angerly. He looked over, as Antonio was skipping over to the car.

"You'll forgive me later, Gilbert. The longer you wait, the more pissed he'll get" Francis whispered.

"Jesus. Shut up already Francy-pants... Let's not tell him... I'm not sure if Lovi is ready." Mumbled Gilbert under his breath, as he heard car doors opening and closing.

"Can we just go already~?" Francis chimed. "I miss drinking with you two"

"It's only been a couple of days-!" Gilbert huffed, as he looked into the mirror to look at France and Antonio in the backseat.

"I know I know" Francis said, wavering his hands. "Let's just hope we don't... End up sleeping together. That might hard to explain, huh Gil~?"

"God dammit Francis-! I'll come back there and slap you-!" Gilbert paused, as he seen Antonio's confused face. "... I-if you dare try to convince me yours is bigger than mein 5 meters!" Gilbert huffed.

"Ohonhon. Well, we know someone who'd know."

"What do you mean Francis? Did Gilly finally get Roderich~?" Antonio cooed. "How sweet~"

"Mm.. Non~"

"Francis-!"

".. Canada?"

"Non~"

"FRANCIS!"

"...Ivan?"

"Non~!"

"GOD DAMMIT FRANCIS! Antonio stop guessing!" Gilbert huffed.

"Fine fine~ Ruin my fun~" Francis said, as he leaned on Antonio.

"I don't get it..." Antonio said, as he made a pondering face. "Well, maybe we'll get it outta Gil after a few drinks, si~?"

"Oui."

"The awesome me will never tell!" Gilbert sneered.

"Don't be too sure of that..." Francis said. "We will, get you to tell..."

"...Your a jack, Francis."

Feliciano smiled, as he leaned up and kissed Ludwig's nose. "I'm going to sleep with my fratello tonight." He decided, giving the German a hug. "He doesn't like to be alone."

"I understand." Ludwig said, as he kissed the top of Italy's head. "I'm going to stay up late tonight anyways. My bruder took my car, and I want to make sure he makes it back before 3, with my car safe."

"Si~ Have a good night, Luddy~" Feliciano leaned up, to give him one last peck on the lips, before he headed upstairs to see his brother. As he walked into the room, he could hear the quiet good night that Germany had told him.

"Mm... Who's there...?" Lovino groggily lifted his head up.

"It's just me, fratello." Feliciano said, as he lay next to Lovino, hugging him. "You said you were sick, si?"

"Si... I just blame this shirt. I don't know why I'm still wearing it." Lovino noted.

"Just remember /I/ was the one to buy it." Feliciano told him, as he ran a hand through his brothers hair, snuggling close to him. "Does fratello mind if I sleep next to him tonight...?"

"No..."

"Great~!" Feliciano giggled, as he hugged Lovino tight. "Have a good night, Fratellone."

"Good night, fratellino."