A/N: Sorry for the delay! I would like to thank my beta Amethyst Asheryn, because even though she was sick she still edited it! ^^ Danke! I would like to thank the readers too for being patient! Please enjoy and review! ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Warnings: SWEARING AU OOC. So please if you don't like, then don't read. Do not complain that they are OOC, because I warned you TWICE.
Rages
Chapter 4: Time
After talking with his brother, Gilbert shuffled back to his room. Finding his bed in the dark, he laid down and closed his eyes. 'Why didn't he tell me he was leaving?' He rolled over on his side, opening his eyes to stare at the grey wall.
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A week had passed since Ivan left for Russia and still no word from him yet. The days had dredged on for Gilbert. He found himself spending his days in the house, usually lying in his bed, like now. It was high noon and Gilbert was in bed listening to his music. Unbeknownst to him, his door opened.
"Gilbert?" A deep voice called; no response. The intruder walked into the room, closed the door and made their way to the bed. "Gilbert?" they tried again. They finally sat down on the bed.
"Go away," Gilbert groaned.
"Even though I just got here?" the shadow laughed.
Gilbert shut off his music and sat up, he knew that voice. "Ivan...?" he breathed.
Said man smiled, "It's been a while."
Gilbert was tempted to pursue into the light-hearted conversation, but he was still angered with the Russian. "Why didn't you call me?"
"What?"
"You called my brother, but not me."
"Well yes, I was in a hurry," Ivan lied.
"You could've messaged me," he growled.
"Ah, well..." Ivan trailed off.
"Enough. I don't want your excuses." The German paused. "Get out."
Ivan's violet eyes looked at him with confusion, but he silently obeyed. He headed for the door, stopping for a brief moment to look back. "I know you're mad, but what I did doesn't concern you."
"Why won't you tell me?" Gilbert asked sadly.
Ivan smiled sadly, "Why won't you tell me?" Gilbert knew what he meant. He was referring to the incident that he had tried so desperately to hide from the Russian man, when Matthew had made a surprise trip last week.
"Cause it's none of your fucking business," Gilbert yelled.
"Well then, I guess that goes for you too," Ivan's sad smile was darkening.
"What's with you?" Gilbert got out of bed to stand up. He walked over to Ivan and stood in front of him. "I sit here for a fucking week, not hearing from you. Then you come back like everything is all right. Don't you even care about me?"
Ivan's eyes softened at his words. "I..." he paused. "I know that I should've called you, but-"
"But what?" Gilbert interrupted.
"Let me finish," he sighed. "I do, it's just that-" he was interrupted again; his phone was the culprit this time. The Russian reached into his pocket and answered it, "Ivan Braginski." Gilbert watched the man talking in Russian with the person on the other end. The German shook his head with frustration. 'Is it too much to ask for? I just want a conversation with him.' he thought.
Ivan hung up and turned to Gilbert, "I have to go."
Gilbert rolled his eyes, "How convenient, we were just getting somewhere too."
"I'm sorry," Ivan apologized.
"Whatever, you know where the door is," Gilbert waved him off and went back to his bed.
"Forgive me Gilbert," his deep voice rumbled in Russian. "For I have done this to you."
Gilbert's foot hesitated with the next step. 'Should I turn around and say something?' He shook his head and climbed into bed. Ivan gave him a final look, before he pulled the door open. Ivan walked down the hallway, heading for the door out, but Ludwig stopped him.
"What happened?"
Ivan stopped to turn to the younger German, "Oh nothing really. He's just really angry with me."
Ludwig laughed, "Well I really wouldn't put it past him. Give him a few days."
Ivan smiled and nodded. "Oh, before I go I wanted to tell you that she tagged along."
"Really?" Ludwig asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Ivan ruffled his beige-blond hair. "She will be a problem."
The blue-eyed man nodded in agreement, "What will you do?"
"I..." his voice faltered. "I'm not sure."
"You better get going then, she's quite a handful," the German laughed.
"Yes, I know. I lived with her when I was younger," he said glumly. Ivan headed for the front door.
"Auf Wiedersehen," Ludwig called.
"Do svidaniya," Ivan called back in Russian. Ivan walked out the door to his car. Opening the driver's side he looked into the passenger seat. Sitting there was a gift he had bought for Gilbert while he was away, but now he was thinking it was not the time to give it to him. He climbed into his car, still eyeing the gift. 'Maybe tomorrow...' he thought. He grabbed his keys and started the car, heading home.
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Ludwig watched Ivan walk out the door. He could tell that his encounter with his elder brother had not gone well. He turned and walked down the hallway to Gilbert's room. He opened the door to find Gilbert in the same state. "Gilbert," he called.
"What is it this time?" he responded.
"What happened?" Ludwig demanded.
"Nothing, now fuck off."
Ludwig sighed in frustration, "Really? Because that's not what it looks like."
"He just ..." Gilbert sighed in irritation.
"Frustrates the crap out of you?" Ludwig guessed.
"Yes, something like that," he gave a lop-sided smile. "But I like that too."
"Oh? What do you mean?" the blue-eyed man asked.
"I mean..." he paused, looking for the right words. "I like that he cares about me. I feel like I actually mean something to someone for once."
Ludwig's hard expression softened. "You're both idiots," he laughed.
Gilbert nodded, "I guess so."
Ludwig glanced at the clock, it was almost ten. "I think it's time to call it a day."
Gilbert glanced at the clock too. "Das meine ich auch," he said.
"Gute Nacht," Ludwig said.
"Gute Nacht," the elder German replied. Ludwig left shortly after that, leaving him to himself. He sighed and fell back on his pillow, 'What a day...' He closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.
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Ivan dreaded his arrival home, but he had to return anyways. As soon as he pulled into his garage he prayed he wouldn't run into her. Anything would be better. He hastily climbed out of the car and rushed into his apartment.
"Dear brother, where are you going?" a sickly sweet voice called.
Ivan didn't stop; he just sped up. 'I didn't hear her. I didn't hear her,' he repeated in his head.
"Don't run away from me," the voice came again. Footsteps started to follow his.
"I-I'm not," he stuttered. He almost reached his bedroom, almost. Before he could, the owner of the haunting voice had tackled him.
"Ivan, you're running like a whipped dog," she gave a grin. "That's no way to act in front of a lady."
"Natalia! Please get off of me!" he struggled to remove her tight grip. Finally prying himself loose, he bolted for the door, slamming it shut.
"Aww, don't be like that," she cooed. "I just wanted to have some fun. After all, I haven't seen you in a couple years."
"The feeling isn't mutual," Ivan said through the door. "Now please go."
Natalia threw back her head and cackled, "We have tomorrow too. Good night."
Ivan shuttered and slowly backed away from the door. With his sister around, his anxiety levels skyrocketed. He couldn't handle being around her, it made him paranoid.
Ivan stripped down to his boxers and searched for his pajama bottoms. After searching his closet, he found them. He climbed into bed while shutting off his lamp light. He pulled the covers over his body and shut his eyes. The Russian man usually slumbered in peace, but tonight wasn't one of those nights.
~end chapter~
German Words:
Auf Wiedersehen – Goodbye.
Das meine ich auch – I agree.
Gute Nacht – Good Night.
Russian Word:
Do svidaniya – Goodbye.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the splash of German language! I speak German, so it really means what it says haha. Anyways, next chapter will be up Sunday. I hope you enjoyed this installment! Please remember to review! ^^
Preview:
Chapter 5: Past Tense
"You were screaming bloody murder in your sleep. You scared me half to death. I...I," she paused to look for her words.