Hero's Blue 4
A/N: Yay! I really liked writing the other chapter I thought it was cute.
This one will start the morning after and then include a time skip so it may be a bit long but please bear with it.
I think I must take back what I wrote before when I said this would only be five chapters, looks like it is going to be a bit longer lol.
I know everyone is a bit OOC in this but please bear with it! Thank you!
Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!
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As the morning sun broke through the windows, Alfred snuggled further into the covers and his pillow. It was so warm and comfy…he never wanted to move if it meant being held…
Held…..
Wait…..held!
Sitting bolt upright, the cover's pooling around his hips, Al stared down into the drowsy face of Gilbert Beilschmidt. His face flushed considerably at the thought of last night and that simple kiss along with the fact that he had slept extremely well while resting on the elder's chest. Doing his best to cover his blush, he coughed into his hand and looked every which way while stuttering softly.
"M-morning Gil!"
He covered the stutter with enthusiasm because Hero's are always energetic!
From the look on Gilbert's face though, he hadn't succeeded in hiding anything from those brilliant red eyes, which darkened slightly at the sound of Al's voice. Gil sat up slowly, his body protesting slightly from the hard ground but he ignored it in favor of teasing the younger blonde.
"Mornin'."
His voice was husky with sleep and Al could barely repress the shiver that went up his spine. The albino reached out, catching Alfred off guard, grabbing the blonde's chin and forcing their eyes to meet. The American wanted to protest but he realized quickly that the other was searching for something and relaxed, letting Gilbert stare at him.
He could see the moment it clicked and new that whatever was being searched for, it had been found. Pulling away, the smile he got was well worth it when Gil ruffled his blonde hair and stood.
"Glad you don't regret it… I was a little worried. Worrying and regret are unawesome!"
Al smiled and went to speak when he paused, staring intently at the elder. Gilbert had stretched his arms above his head causing the black shirt to ride up over pajama bottoms that had already slipped low on slim hips. It wasn't that silvery skin that caught his eyes though…it was the odd black mark on his left hip. The stricken look that flashed through his eyes as Gilbert looked down at him told the albino that Alfred knew.
He didn't even struggle when Al grabbed his waist band to reveal the entire mark, only waited for the younger to speak.
"… He branded you…"
"Ja."
"I'll kill him."
"Don't. It's over and you saved me. This is just a reminder of surviving that bastard."
"So having the sickle and hammer branded onto your hip and hiding it from your brother doesn't bother you?"
Alfred's voice was harsh as he said the last part and Gilbert turned, saddening gripping the boy's hair tight and making him look him in the eye. Those large blue eyes were once more glistening with tears as he stared.
"You shouldn't cry over these things Alfred. It's the past and for now, I won't tell Mein Bruder."
His other hand moved down to cup Alfred's cheek and brush the tears away with his thumb as a chill filled his voice. He hadn't wanted to see those stunning tears like this.
"Keep this our secret dear America."
He saw the flinch as he used the younger country's official name before anger filled his gaze. Before Gilbert's could say another false cruelty, Al punched him square in the gut, bringing the elder to his knees.
"Don't do that! I don't care if you want to hide it but don't shut me out! You're no better than Iggy if you just shut me out and keep me in the dark!"
Gilbert was trying to suck in air from the punch as he knelt on the same level as Al. His words made sense and even he had to cringe at the fact that he had just been so unawesome…that attitude had never got him anywhere. During the war, it kept him strong for his bruder. During his imprisonment, it had kept him sane. Before Alfred though…it seemed like weakness.
"I'm sorry…and believe me when I say it because apologizing is unawesome…but I forget. You're not that weak that I have to protect you from everything."
Leaning up now that he had regained his breath, Gilbert pressed a gentle kiss to Alfred's lips again before pulling back. Al froze for a second before pouting but his tears had noticeably stopped.
"If you understand then it's fine. Just remember, I'm the hero! That means I have to protect you too…even if it's from yourself."
The blue eyed man got a distant look in his eyes as he continued speaking.
"Your just like Iggy in a lot of ways. He always tried to protect me from anything dark…even when the dark things directly hurt him, he wouldn't let me ask. In the end, when I found out what dark thing I had to fear, I turned it to hate. Hate for being kept in the dark, and hate for that person for hurting my brother. So I freed him from me because I was the reason he was hurt and I protected him instead."
Prussia blinked for a moment before grasping exactly what Al was talking about.
"Ah, you mean Blair and his obsession with Arthur. Yeah, the Scot has some downfalls and number one is jealousy. Without Conner I think he would have killed Arthur a long time before this but you know, Francis, even if you don't like him all that much, isn't gonna let anything happen to his rival, that would be too unawesome!"
Alfred smiled again and nodded that he knew before looking towards the stairs, the sound of shuffling feet registering.
"Looks like everyone is awake, means we can get some breakfast."
This time, both stood up and went to sit at the table while a fully dressed and groomed Ludwig walked in with a boxer clad, half asleep Italian in tow. The blonde German took one look at Alfred and blushed profusely before turning to his brother.
"So do we get an explanation now Bruder?"
The Prussian smirked, his canine glinting as he spoke, one arm sneaking it's way around Alfred's shoulders.
"Nothing more than us getting a little closer Bruder. Didn't you tell me you wanted me to make friends?"
Ludwig flushed again and stuttered before giving up and walking to the stove, slipping into his pink apron. Alfred just leaned back, not minding that arm around him and stared off into space, remembering all the times he had sat in this kitchen wishing Gilbert could have been here. Now that he was, the kitchen, no the house! felt put back together, as though a missing puzzle piece was back.
Ludwig placed large stacks of pancakes in front of the three at the table along with a big container of maple syrup. Al couldn't help but smile as he grabbed the bottle and touched the logo that had Mattie's signature in the center of the Canadian flag.
"You got this from my bro…"
Gilbert took the bottle to smother his pancakes and nodded.
"Yep, he dropped by all us who got liberated and gave us maple syrup. I here Liet and Eduardo were very happy to get that. Don't know 'bout Raivis though."
Alfred nodded and jerked his shoulders, mentally noting that he will have to check on the small Latvian. Digging into his own pancakes he watched Gilbert out of the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the dog tags he hadn't noticed before.
When Gilbert had polished off his stack of pancakes (faster than Alfred for once) He stared at the left over syrup for a bit. Suddenly, just as Al swallowed his last bite, the albino spoke up with a hesitant voice.
"Ludwig, Feliciano, do you two love each other?"
Ludwig nearly choked on his pancakes as he sputtered and had to take a gulp of water. The normally spacy Italian opened golden eyes to stare at Gilbert who spoke up again.
"Feli..erm, don't worry about answering that right now, I know this is going to be a bit difficult. Mein Gott you two are troublesome." With a small laugh he continued. "Feli, you remember Holy Rome right?"
Feli's eyes watered as he took a breath and nodded slowly.
"Good. So, you know me and him fought at one point and that he lost right?"
Feliciano's eyes darkened and he nodded again.
"Well…what if I told you I changed it so that he didn't die but in return…he lost all of his memories of you?"
At this, Feli gasped with his eyes wide and his head shaking back and forth as though he refused to acknowledge it.
"It's true. Ludwig, you used to be Holy Rome before you became Germany. When you died, I couldn't stand it, hell you were just a kid, so the Awesome me changed your country into Germany. There was an adverse effect though because it took some time. That effect is you lost all memories of Chibi-talia."
Ludwig stared at Gilbert for a long while before looking at Feli then at the table.
"So…it's okay for us to be in love?"
Feli broke the silence with the soft question as he stared at Ludwig, for once his feelings shimmering in those golden orbs.
"Ja…"
Ludwig took Feli's hand before eating the rest of his breakfast, the Italian smiling happily and letting his eyes slip closed once more. Gilbert leaned on Alfred's shoulder and closed his eyes tiredly. Even though his body was mostly healed, his energy was low and his emotions were always on edge making him exhausted. Al just smiled and let the silverette relax.
When breakfast was done, Al changed into his extra set of clothes (A black hoody with dark denim jeans) and slung his pack onto his shoulder.
"Ha ha ha Kiku owes me 20 bucks! The world didn't end!"
Gilbert snickered as he relaxed on the couch, his own pajamas replaced with a black band tee and leather pants.
"Kesesese this means you're taking a trip up to his place now?"
Gilbert did good at hiding the jealousy from his voice. He had been hoping the blonde would hang out at his house longer.
"Yeah, he wanted me to come up yesterday but well…" The younger's face flushed darkly as he spoke. "I said no cause I wanted to spend time with you…"
Gilbert blushed slightly and reached out to grab the tall nation's hand, sending him sprawling on to the couch and against Gil.
"The awesome me enjoyed your company."
With a smirk, he kissed the flushing nation once more, this time pressing hard but not going any further. It wasn't that he was afraid to kiss or some sappy thing like that. It was he had a feeling the kid didn't know much about anything…and he wanted to be the one to drag it all out.
Standing slowly, Alfred blue eyes darted around wildly while a hand pressed against his tingling lips and he spoke softly.
"I won't be able to stop by for a while…but I'll see you soon man."
With that, the American slipped out of the door and out of Gilbert's world for the next year. They stayed in contact and came to terms with feelings that they wanted to sort out in person and when they finally could, the year was 2001…
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Gilbert's lounged in his chair while fussing with his tie. It had been so long since he wore his old military uniform and right now it was serving to annoy him. Every time he touched the knot though, he saw the look Alfred gave him from across the room and knew they were both thinking the same thing…his cross.
"Ah! West! This is so boring and why do I have to sit anywhere near Russia?"
The albino nation asked angrily. He couldn't understand Switzerland's need to torture him after the hell the bastard had put his people through. The only one sitting between them was Romania and the female country looked really out of place.
Afghanistan was looking particularly disgruntled and sad that day while America kept shivering like there was a chill. Standing up since they hadn't started the meeting yet, Gilbert made his way to Alfred and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, you alright?"
Al looked up at him nervously and nodded, his bravado winning out.
"Yeah man…just uh well…I feel like something is about to happen and I don't really know what…but um…can I come stay with you for a bit man? After the meeting and all?"
Gilbert ran a hand through the golden locks like the doting boyfriend he was and nodded. It was surprising really, as he thought the word over in his mind. They hadn't really spoken about dating but it became common for them to refer to each other as such. The pair hadn't said anything to anyone with the exception of Ludwig and Feli.
As Gilbert pet the younger's hair and ignored the rest of the group, those blue eyes trailed behind him to lock on something.
"Hey, Gil, can you give us a minute?"
Red eyes cut over his shoulder as he turned to see the Afghan nation behind him with a sad look. Nodding, the silver haired man stepped away to lean against the wall next to Hungary.
"Aadel has been acting weird…" the woman commented.
Gilbert stiffened but kept his mouth closed, sweat dropping when she turned to him with her eyes gleaming evilly.
"Forget about that though…are you two dating!"
Gilbert made a note of staring at Aadel and Alfred instead of Eliziveta.
As he watched, he noticed one thing. Alfred had squared his shoulders and Aadel was looking particularly depressed about whatever they were discussing…or not!
Gilbert stepped forward just as Aadel raised his fist and slammed it into Al's left eye. Every Nation jumped up weather to defend or just out of shock as Aadel sniffled and apologized very loudly. It was Al's answer though that made everyone freeze.
"It's alright man. I knew this was coming so go on, get outta here before something happens."
Aadel grabbed Iraq's hand and drug him out as well, the two countries hurrying out while everyone else rushed to Alfred's side, the Prussian getting there first.
"Al!"
"Alfie!"
"Alfred!"
Three different nations turned to look at each other and they assisted the blond nation. One was the blonde headed Canadian brother of Al (and the third person to call out.) The one with the nickname though was Arthur who glared at Prussia.
"Guys, don't fight."
Alfred stood before either of the three countries could get there with Ludwig reaching out to hold him steady.
"Damn…this is gonna hurt like a bitch in the morning."
Alfred covered the obviously hurt eye with one hand and even though he had big tears welling in the undamaged sapphire, he spoke strongly.
"Gilbert, can you come with me to get my stuff…"
Gil nodded and put an arm around the blonde's waist, leading them both out of the room.
As they walked away, all hell broke out. Everyone was question Ludwig over the relation between the two when Feli stood up and announced they were dating. The largest surprise came from Russia who stood and called out lightly.
"This is for the best, Da? Prussia needs someone to love and Alfred needs someone who is not England, yes. The more important thing here is what of America's people and poor Afghanistan and Iraq?"
Everyone stopped and nodded, knowing that they had bigger things to discuss besides this. For the Nation's themselves though, this would blow over quickly. Alfred though would hurt for his people…the poor young nation always did.
As everyone filed out to go talk to their bosses, one thing caught the somber German's eye. Russia was leading a nervous Latvia out by the hand with a small but genuine smile.
'I'll have to be sure to let Alfred know about this when he is feeling better…I think Bruder still has something he needs to work out with the Slavic man…."
Ludwig led out Feli and headed home, now was the time to take care of Alfred, not worry about old hatred.
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Wah! So this is probably not my best and I made you guys wait such a long time but I hope you enjoyed it and don't ditch it because of this!
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