Disclaimer: Since I am not a millionaire I still don'town Hetalia.
Bold - Francis speaking on the phone
'Italics' - in Gilbert's head
Chapter 4
When I walk in the spot (yeah), this is what I see (ok)
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to-
Gilbert's eyes snap open upon hearing the ringtone of his friend go off on his phone, which happened to be right next to his ear. His bird, Gilbird, chirped annoyed that the loud song ha awoken him too. Gilbert picked up the accursed device that had ruined his slumber from the nightstand, clenching his fast beating heart as he did.
"Uhhhggg, jou have zhe vorst timing, Franny!"Gilbert groaned getting up and wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
"I think I have waited long enough. Its 3 in the afternoon, mon ami." Francis said scoffing at the not-at-all shocking time of day the albino slept in until.
"Is it really?" Gilbert pondered aloud, making Francis sigh in disappointment.
"Oui and for those of us who actually have a job, it is in the middle of working hours." Francis said sarcastically.
"Vhy jou gotta be so mean, Franny. Just because I don't currently have a job doesn't mean jou are any more AWESOME zhen zhe AWESOME me! Anyvay, vhy did jou call me?" Gilbert asked grumpily, suspicious of what his friend could ask for.
"Well, since you asked me ever so nicely, I need you to get some pants on and look presentable."
"Jour not setting me up on anozher double date are jou? Don't jou remember vhat happened last time? I zhink I'll pass." The Prussian said wincing at the memory of the last time Francis incited him to a double date with some girl he had never met. It was truly a disaster. It wasn't like Gilbert intentionally messed the entire thing up because he wasn't interested in the girl but everything just happened really quickly and before he knew it his cheek was burning and the girl had stormed off. He had been dozing off on the date and he kinda feel asleep on the girl's chest. Apparently that wasn't very gentlemanly. Francis still had the nerve to tease him after it happened too!
"Non, of course not." Francis replied snickering at the memory of his friend's epic fail. "We are going out today to go see mon petit cousin!" Francis stated happily.
"Und who vould zhat be?" Gilbert tried to remember if Francis had ever mentioned a cousin but gave up after a few seconds, his tired brain not awake enough for thinking yet.
Francis gasped, "Why mon petit Mathieu! The boy I practically raised into the adorable gentleman he is now. I have told you about him before, Gilbert." Francis stated with pride. The Prussian raised his eyebrows and grunted, still trying to process this information. 'Vait, Francis vas able to successfully raise a child vizhout any problems? Vell good on him' Gilbert thought, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"So vhat jour saying is, zhat I have to leave the comfort of mein own home to go out into zhe cold outside vorld vhere ozher people are?" Gilbert asked his friend, sarcasm coating every word spoken.
"Oui, Gilbert, I know that you would much rather stay inside and be alone for the day, but the only thing is: oh, no, you don't have a choice. Toni and I will be at your place in thirty, see you then." Francis spoke matching the albino's sarcasm and hung up without letting Gilbert reply. Gilbert looked at his phone, grumbled nonsense and got up to start his day- or afternoon.
"You know mon ami, you could have dressed up nicer." Francis stated once they were out of the house Gilbert shared with his brother, Ludwig.
"Jour message has been received, unfortunately the person jou are looking for NO LONGER GIVES A SHIT!" The cranky albino yelled to his friend/tormentor. Gilbert thought he looked fine in black skinny jeans, the AWESOME Prussian flag on his shirt, his favourite black leather jacket and his black combat boots.
"Hey, hey amigos. Calm down." Antonio said trying to avoid his friends starting a war with each other. The three of them started to laugh after this.
They had decided to walk, since the store Francis's cousin owned was close to Gilbert's house.
"So Franny, vhy are ve visiting jour cousin?" Gilbert asked.
"Si, you never told us why." The confused Spaniard looked over to his friend.
"Can I not just visit mon cher, Matthieu, with my two best friends." Francis answered lifting his hands in the air and shrugging.
"Ja, okay and Toni is straight." Gilbert mocked.
"Wha-hey! That was mean, Gil."Antonio said puffing his cheeks out to look mad.
"Fine, fine, I just ordered some things from him and I want them now, alright. Jeez. I did want you to meet Matthieu as well, hitting two birds with one stone and all." Francis answered calmly. Shrugging again and tossing his hair out of his face.
"If zhat vas all vhy did jou not tell us? Jeez Francy-pants, jou know, jou don't have to be all secretive vizh us." Gilbert laughed it off and made a mental note to ask Francis about it later. Antonio just nodded and pointed to a shop we were close to.
"I think we are here, amigos." Antonio said. The store was called Beaver Tales.
"A book store, seriously?! Its still too early to be avake, much less to be reading." Gilbert complained as they walked closer to the store.
"Just because the rest of us have functioning brains that can read doesn't mean you should complain about your lack of." Francis teased, poking the albino in the side as Antonio laughed at Gilbert's expense. Since the three of them were best friends Gilbert knew all of hi friends' weaknesses, which include being poked in the side. Gilbert got Antonio back by poking him in the side and so the poking war began as they walked into the small store. As they walked in the smell of maple syrup infiltrated the Prussian's nose. The sugary sent of maple waking the albino up completely and energizing him.
Between the laughing and poking Gilbert saw a man in read hurry back to the register from somewhere in the store. Declaring the war to be over the three straightened themselves out and Francis gasped running over to the boy behind the counter and smothering him in an embrace yelling,"Mon petit Matthieu!" as he did so. As Gilbert took in the features of the boy Francis raised, named Matthew, a light pink dusted the albino's face and he was once again poked by Antonio who smiled and snickered at Gilbert.
For once in his life Francis was right. The boy that was getting glomped to death was absolutely adorable. He was in a simple red hoody with jeans. Yet his long blond locks falling away from his cute little face made the Prussian's heart beat faster. His one stubborn curl that wouldn't get out of his face called to the madly blushing man. His large glasses that made him seem innocent looking, left Gilbert wanting to see if he really was that innoc-'VAIT A SECOND JOU DUMMKOPF, JOU AREN'T EVEN GAY! VHAT IS VITH ZHESE ZHOUGHTS RUNNING AROUND JOUR HEAD! Besides jou just met zhe guy, jou don't even know his name yet-it's Matthew so suck on zhat brain-How about jou try to stay calm and just look avay. Jou vill survive zhis vithout making a fool of jourself. Look avay and breazh normally. Zhat's it, just keep calm und-ARG HE JUST SMILED AT US! HOW ARE VE SUPPOSED TO KEEP COOL UND BE STRAIGHT IF HE KEEPS SMILING AT US'. 'The albino looked away trying to control his breathing while Antonio chuckled at his friends response.
As Francis waved them over the albino focused on the shelves of novels to his right and kept his eyes on that while Francis introduced the three of them. Matthew started talking to Antonio first and the albino stole quick glances when the cute man wasn't looking at him. He could make out the blush in the other mans face and internally squealed.
As the albino listened to their conversation he heard how Matthew had done business with Antonio before. 'Vhat kind of business could a coffee shop owner und a book store owner have togezher? He's also got somezhing for Franny, just vhat does zhis kid get his hand's on?' The albino pondered what it could be that Francis didn't want to tell them he was picking up and what sort of things the cute guy in front of him could get for him.
As the conversation came closer to a close Gilbert noticed how close he was to the blond in front of him. His cheeks heated again and became red. He also noticed that he hadn't said a word to this man yet. Gilbert panicked as the conversation ended and did the only thing his brain would let him do. He jumped up and screamed, "I AM ZHE AWESOME GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT!" scaring Matthew in the process. Gilbert laughed his loud cackle at this adorable display from the Canadian man.
"Um, hello." Matthew replied. Gilbert noticed his face turning red. This only seemed to make Gilbert laugh harder. Trying desperately to think of a conversation but only squealing louder in his head. 'OH MEIN GOTT, HE SPOKE TO US! OMG, OMG I CAN'T EVEN FORM A SENTENCE, ZHIS LITTLE SCHEIßE IS MAKING US ALL SOFT UND UNAWESOME. Verdammt Gilbert say something he's looking at us weird. DON'T JUST STAR AT HIM SAY SOMETHING ELSE GOTT JOU'RE SUCH AN DUMMKOPF!'
"So. Matthieu, I was wondering if the supplies I ordered had come in yet."Gilbert heard Francis say. 'DANKE FRANNY! VERDAMMT ZHAT VAS A CLOSE ONE!'
"Uh, oui, I have them in the back. Did you want them now, then?" 'ZHIS KID SPEAKS FRENCH TOO? Damn Franny, he really vas raised by jou-VAIT DON'T LEAVE YET!' Gilbert's mind yelled after the tow blonds who disappeared into the storage area. Gilbert heard snickering beside him and turned to see his friend/other tormentor trying desperately to hold in his laughter.
"Make one sound und die." Gilbert stated coldly, trying to keep a straight face as he too, found his actions to be unawesome yet hilarious. Antonio couldn't keep it in anymore and burst out laughing Gilbert soon joining him.
"Lo siento Gilbert, but seriously"-he cleared his throat trying to form words without bursting into laughter-"I've never seen you like this before. Are you feeling okay? Or is Mateo, a man in which you never met before, just too awesome for the awesome you?"Antonio said trying his best to imitate his friends accent on the last part of the sentence.
"Shut up und hand me a piece of paper and a pen." The albino formed an idea in his mind and it required a piece of paper and a pen. The Spaniard complied with a confused look on his face. Gilbert thought hard about what to put on the paper and finally wrote a few simple words down along with his number of course. Call Me~Gilbert, 'That should be simple enough' Gilbert thought.
Gilbert heard foot steps approaching and threw the paper on the counter he knew Matthew would return too. He looked to Antonio who just smirked at him and turned around to see Francis walking towards him with Matthew going back to his post behind the counter. The albino felt disappointed that he didn't get to stay here longer but Francis was practically pushing him out of the door along with Antonio. Before they left the building he heard Francis tell Matthew, "Au revoir, mon petit Matthieu! I'll see you around!" He waved good-bye and the albino turned to find Antonio saying his good byes as well, 'SHOOT I didn't plan a good-bye think, Gilbert think!'
Once Antonio was finished his farewell Gilbert saw Matthew look to the paper and read it. He looked up and violet was met with crimson. Matthew gave a questioning look and Gilbert just mouthed the words back. He saw the Canadian smile back and nod. At this Gilbert blushed. 'VERDAMMT, VHY IS ZHIS GUY SO ADORABLE?!' Then Gilbert turned and went to catch up with his quickly retreating friends.
Once caught up Francis gave a knowing look and poked Gilbert in the side saying, "Hurt mon Matthieu and it will be the last thing you do." The French man said all of this with a smile on his face. Once Gilbert nodded the blond had started spouting non-sense about "L'Amour" and wouldn't stop until they arrived at the albino's house. Antonio would speak occasionally or add things about "his Lovino"from time to time.
The other two men left Gilbert's house soon after, being told to "Shut zhe hell up!" by a very grumpy German. After the albino was alone, well as alone as one can be sharing a house with his younger brother, he went to his room and settled down to go back to bed. Thoughts of Matthew filled the Prussian's head and he smiled to himself. 'Zhis vill be fun. Zhe AWESOME Me vill not lose! Matthew vill be mine!' Gilbert thought to himself as he settled down and dreamed of the blond he had fallen oh so head over heels for at first glance.
mon ami - my friend (French)
mon cher - my dear (French)
amigos - friends (Spanish)
dummkopf - idiot (German)
oh mein gott - oh my god (German)
SCHEIßE - shit (German)
verdammt - damn (German)
danke - thank you (German)
l'amour - love (French)
AN: And now you all have had a taste of what goes on in our favourite Prussian's head. (I'm sorry if his accent is hard to read, in my head this is how he pronounces everything) Thank you guys for reading, following and all of the favourites this fanfiction has received! If you don't want to wait 1 more day for the next chapter to come out it is already posted on Wattpad and that is where all of the chapters will be posted first. I'll see you guys in the next chapter! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧