The Bet
Rating: T - M
Pairing: PruEng, maybe one sided UsUK, RusPru, CanPru, FrUK, etc.
Summary: "England, you wanna bet something?"
"It better not be something stupid."
"I bet in just a week, you're gonna fall in love with me!"
"Pfft, keep dreaming ya git... Not even in years could make me fall in love with you. I'll give you a month."
'Sure, just wait for me, my Princess. I'll free your heart with my awesomeness!'
Then they both passed out.
I'm so sorry for not updating for 2 weeks or more!? IDK, I've been very busy, travelling to Singapore with my mom. A test enter to the school, which I may or may not fail. I'm too lazy to learn math... -_- And we may stay here for 1 week to a month. Which includes going out everyday to buy food to eat, and my mom loves shopping too much, we could arrive at the hotel at 8 PM or more. And my legs are very weak, not to mention it's now rainy season. I rarely get sick, but once I got sick, even Flu lasts for months. *Le sigh..*
Anyways, here's the story.
Warning: My writing style may become stiff or weird or not writing for a period of time. Also may contain OOC-ness for you guys, etc.
Morning
"Nggrgh" Gilbert grunted in his sleep, turning to his left and right side. "Ng..." Another grunt slipped out, and a shout then was heard.
"Gah!" Gilbert opened his Ruby eyes wide open, immediately sit up while sweat covers his forehead, back, neck, etc.
Hearing the shout from outside the room shocked Ludwig, who was washing his face. Ludwig immediately wipe his face off from the water, and runs to the bedroom.
"What's wrong, Bruder!?" Ludwig slammed the door open.
Gilbert turned his head towards Ludwig, who was looking at him worriedly. Gilbert then quietly laughs his unusual laughter "Kesesese" which seems to relax Ludwig up.
"It's nothing, West! Just a ficking weird dream!" Gilbert grinned, thinking that it would make Ludwig shrug and go back to what he was doing.
"What did you dream of?" Ludwig narrows his eyes, showing that he won't just shrug it off.
"Oh, it's just nothing! I dreamt of the time that we were seperated, and that fat-nosed bastard seems to team up with England. And they both force fed me scones everyday!" Gilbert explained, shivering a bit when he spoke of the scones.
"Oh.." Ludwig spoke, but he was still watching Gilbert. "Well then you should take a bath. You're sweating all over and you could get a cold."
"Was?" Glbert looked at his shirt which is now wet and sticking to his body. "Welp, I guess I should!"
Gilbert stood up, and searched his luggage, finding a spare shirt to wear.
After finding one, he walked toward the bathroom, opened the door and shut it. After a while, there was the sound of water running.
Ludwig watched Gilbert until he entered the bathroom. Stopping his observation, he turned his head to his right shoulder to see Gilbird settling there.
They both got into an intense staring competition, which after a few minutes Ludwig sighed, showing that he lose the competition. But then Ludwig looked at Gilbird again.
"Please watch over my Bruder all the time." Ludwig muttered to Gilbird, who chirped back happily. Petting Gilbird's feather for a sec, he walked back to the living room.
10 Minutes later~
Gilbert entered the living room, hair still a little bit wet from washing his hair. Gilbird chirped happily seeing his master, and landed on Gilbiert's soft wet hair.
Gilbert sat on his chair, sniffing the wonderful smell of his wurst cooked to perfection. Drooling a bit, he ate his delicious wurst, and after tasting the delicious-ness, the plate soon became clean in a matter of seconds.
Ludwig watched his bruder eats his breakfast in such a barbaric way, sighing.
After Gilbert finished his food, Ludwig asked, "So today, you're going to help Italy teach England cooking?"
Gilbert looked at Ludwig weirdly, before a light bulb flashed on top of his head (Metaphorically)
"Oh, Ja! I almost forgot about it! Kesesese~! I thought that you were on drugs, West!" Gilbert laughed, while Ludwig internally facepalmed.
"Whatever. So are you going to go to the meeting?"
"Pfft, that place is too unawesome for the awesome me! And I don't want to meet that freak Russian bastard!" Gilbert grimaced.
"I'll just wander around here, and I already asked Feli-chan to message the awesome me when its time! So enjoy going to that unawesome place!" Gilbert stood up, "Oh, and leave some money. Who knows what that Eyebrows will cause, and we may need to be hospitalized!" Gilbert laughed, going to his room.
Ludwig just quietly sat there, thinking/hoping that England will not really cause them to be hospitalize. Gott knows he will be stressed, taking care of two big babies.
Extra
"Kesesese~! Now what should I do, Gilbird?"
"Chirp?"
"DS?"
"Chirp!"
"Cooking Mama? What is that, sounds unawesome!"
"Chirp, chirp!"
"Fine...I will try it out!"
"Chirp!"
Ping!
"Oh, Feli-chan's message! Hmmm, what does it says?
F: Ve~! Gilbert, the meeting just finished! We're gonna arrive there soon! Can you book the kitchen!? Please~!
G: No problem, Feli-chan! The awesome me can do it!
F: Ti Amo~!
G: Kesesese~!
"Kesese, I'm so awesome, Feli-chan loves me!" Gilbert chuckled, "But there must be truth in my words!" Gilbert rolled out from his bed, to the cold hard floor. Not minding the pain that his head got from hitting the floor. He stood up, got his room key and went out.
"B-but Sir! We've got to cook for the wedding party this night. And they're famous!" The brave chef from last time cried.
"I don't ficking care if they're famous and having a wedding party! It's a party and they're already married! So it's not like if you cancel the event, they won't get married!" Gilbert complained, while the other chefs are cowering at the corner.
"Listen here. You said that this couple is famous, right?" The chef nodded.
"The man works with the government and the woman is an actress."
"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, if they're famous, I'm more famous!" Gilbert stared at the chef, while he deadpanned.
"Really?" The chef said with a monotone voice.
"Ja!" Gilbert shouted, before lowering his voice, "I'm going to tell a high international secret that almost no one knows."
That caught the chef's attention.
"Don't tell this to anyone, or else I'll kill you, Ja?" Gilbert smirk while the chef gulped.
"You've heard that countries are personified, Ja?" The chef nodded, "Weeell, I'm one of them!" Gilbert shouted and the chef got shocked.
"Really!? What country are you then?" The chef questioned, still feeling disbelieve.
"I am the Awesome Prussia! The strongest country with an Awesome military! I'm the one who created Germany! No other country can make me their slave! I have invaded almost all of the countries's Vital Region! I am the personification of WAR! Kesesese~!" Gilbert laughed loudly and chef looked both terrified yet in awe.
"Wow! My grandfather was a Prussian!" The chef said, eyes sparkling.
"Really!? Kesesese, then why are you here?"
"After the war, he decided to move to England. He told me that finding a job here was very hard, but he eventually got it. And stayed here ever since."
"Ohh.." Gilbert stroked his chin.
"Well then, Mr. Prussia! You may use this kitchen then, but please tell my boss to not fire me from this job!"
"No problem!"
"And can I ask you one question?"
"Sure!"
"Aren't you dissolved? Then how could you be alive?" The chef questioned and Gilbert inwardly winced.
"I guess I'm just that awesome! After I'm dissolved, I'm just here. I don't know why, I guess Gott still need me to do something." Gilbert shrugged.
"Oh, I think that you're really awesome! Anyway, I don't want to hold you back anymore, so I'll be going!" The chef bowed, and exited the room with his friends following him like chicks following the Mother Hen.
After everyone got out, Gilbert just leans on the wall and awaits the remaining member to come.
(The chef is still kinda young, so he still got the childish-ness.)
10 Minutes later~!
"Ve! Ve! Come on, Iggy! Hurry up!" Feli bounced up and down waiting for England to be in front of the kitchen door.
"Don't call me Iggy! And that person could wait just a few seconds more."
"Ve! But that name sounds cute! And we've got a lot of cooking to do!"
"It's just pasta!"
"Everything is going to be homemade! Except the pasta, because you wouldn't have enough skills to make it anyway..." Feliciano muttered.
"I beg your pardon, but what did you say?"
"Ve! Nothing! Come on, let's go in!"
"Fine..." They both opened the door.
Creeak
"You awesome guys are so slow!" A voice complained, their eyes still unfocused from the bright lights. After it was focused, they could see that it was a rather expensive kitchen. Marble surface, Expensive refrigerator, Specific ovens and complete set of cooking utensils.
"Ve! You really booked it Gilbert!" Feli hugged Gilbert while Arthur scoffed.
"He probably threatened those poor chefs." Hearing that Gilbert smirked.
"The Awesome me doesn't need to do that. The chef was my friend and he was Prussian!"
"Ve! Amazing! Can we cook pasta now?"
"Of course Feli! And be careful not to get too close to the Eyebrows. France once told me he cooked using black magic!" Gilbert whispered.
"Ve!" Feli nodded before turning to Arthur, "So Iggy! We need to wash our hands first!" Feli raised both of his arms as if teaching a little kid.
"Of course, I even know that." Arthur inwardly face palmed, before he washed his hands in the sink.
"Ve! Okay, now we prepare the ingredients. Oh, and we're gonna make Pasta with tomato sauce!"
"Why don't we just use a bottle tomato sauce?" Arthur questioned.
"No! That kind is not fresh anymore!. It doesn't taste as nice as the fresh one! So it's a no no!" Feli for once became serious and opened his eyes. (Shit's getting real.)
Gilbert chuckled, "Feli-chan is very serious in cooking!"
Feli closed his eyes again, "Of course! Ve!" He continued again, "We're going to do the tomato sauce first! And we need to use a Roma tomato! Also called paste tomato! It's the best one." Feli rummaged the refrigerator.
"I found it!" He puts a bunch of tomatoes on the table. "Then we must sort it out. We need the perfect one!" Arthur, Feli and Gilbert sorted it out easily because the chefs must have chosen the best ones.
"Okay, after sorting it out, we peel the skin!"
"How the fick can we peel tomatoes? Isn't it really soft?"
"Well, we need to boil the water and put the tomatoes in for just 30-45 sec, then we put them in a bowl of ice water! The skin will slide off!"
Then Gilbert searched for a pot, filled it with water and heat it, while Arthur searches for a bowl and while the water is near boiling then he puts the ices and cold water in the bowl.
Feli then dips the tomatoes in for 30-45 sec and transfer them into the bowl. Lo and behold, the skin slides off. Satisfied with the result, Feli continued teaching, "Ve! Now we remove the seeds and the water! Cut the tomatoes in half and scoop the seeds out! Then the best part that my fratello like is squeezing them!" The others decided not to question anything because Feli is practically the master.
After squeezing them to ruin bits, then Feli shows a drainer.
"What is that for?" Arthur asked, feeling tired that to make just a plate of pasta requires this much work. His way of making a tomato sauce is just putting a whole tomato into the mixer and all the work is done.
"We need to make sure that there is no water! While waiting the remaining water to drip out. We can prepare the pasta ingredients! Ve!"
Feliciano then lists off the ingredients that is needed and Gilbert and Arthur searched for it.
When all the ingredients are gathered, Feli removes the tomatoes from the drainer and into a small pot which he turns on the heat and wait for it to boil.
"Ve! Okay we can now start cooking the pasta! He puts a frying pan on top of the stove and put the heat to medium. He pours olive oil and after it is hot, he adds chopped brown onion, stirring it till it softens, then he adds garlic to make it aromatic.
He turned off the boiling pot of thick tomato sauce and adds a few spoons to the pan while adding another diced tomatoes. Then add in parsley, sugar, pepper to season the sauce.
Meanwhile Arthur is boiling the pasta in a salted water till soft (with Gilbert's help).
"Okay it's done!" Feli drained the water from the pasta, adding sauce on it and divides it into 3 plates. "Ve~ Taste it!"
Here start's the branch.
1.
At this moment Gilbert remembered something, Hungary have asked him to do some 'Yaoi' stuff.
Grinning at this, Gilbert asked, "Feli-chan, feed the awesome me!" He asked using his puppy dog eyes.
"Ve! Sure! Here, Ahh~" Feli took some Pasta and cutely put it into Gilbert's mouth.
"Oh~! It so delicious, Feli-chan! You're awesome!"
"Thank you! Ve~! Ve~! Feed me too!"
"No problem! Ahh~!" Gilbert grinned putting the pasta in Feli's mouth.
"Wow, it's really delicious!"
"Of course!" Gilbert grinned, before remembering that there's another person here.
He turned his head to see a rather shocked and a lil bit blushing Arthur.
"What Eyebrows? You jealous?" Glbert smirked.
"O-of course not, you bloo-" Arthur got cut off.
"Don't lie to the awesome me~! I know you want it! Here say Ahh~!" Gilbert raised spoon teasingly.
"I will not do such a humiliating thing!" Arthur complained, his blush going redder.
"Ve~ Iggy, come on it's fun! Ahh~!" Feli raised his spoon also.
Arthur seriously felt cornered by this duo. Surrendering to his fate, he said, "Fine *Sigh*"
"Awesome!/Ve!" They said together. Feli was the first one to fed the pasta, and Gilbert shoved the spoon into Arthur's mouth which nearly chocked him.
"Y-yo" Arthur coughed, "You bloody bastard!"
"Kesesese~!"
"Ve! Now Iggy should feed us!" Feli chimed, and Gilbert paled.
"Ohoho, okay!" Arthur said cheerfully, holding a spoonful of pasta.
Arthur fed Feli normally, and when its Gilbert's turn. Gilbert paled, while Arthur used his evil smirk.
"Come on, you git~! Did you think you could get away from the British Empire just like that~?"
"Your hands make everything taste bad, I just don't want to dirty my awesome mouth!"
"Really? But the pasta didn't taste bad!" Feli said innocently, while Gilbert not inwardly facepalmed.
"Gott Feli..."
"What?"
"Y-!" Gilbert got cut off by the pasta entering his throat while he was talking.
"Hahaha, eat that you git!"
Gilbert chocked, hitting his chest a few time, muttering a word "B-beer."
Feli was worried, "V-ve, Beer!? I'll find it right away!" Feli opened the refrigerator and searched wildly for a beer to find none.
While the so called Gentlemen merely shrugged and walked away from the chocking Albino.
Gilbert was losing air and the pasta seemingly stuck in his throat.
He soon fainted.
Another Branch
Arthur decided to add a comment, "It's delicious, Italy. But why does it feels like I didn't do anything?"
Feli sweatdropped, "V-ve!? Really, you gathered the ingredients, do the tomatoes and boiled the pasta!"
"Yeah, but I didn't do the important stuff. The main sauce!" Arthur complained, suddenly a light bulb flashed on his head. "There's still leftover pasta and tomatoes right? I just need to make my own sauce!"
"Ve.. Can I need to help?" Feli suggested, "Yeah Eyebrows, without Feli's help you'll burn the whole kitchen!" Gilbert complained.
"No I won't, you git! And I do not need any help. Just watch!" Arthur glared at the both.
"Okay..." Arthur murmured, "First is oil. Do I really need to use olive oil? Why not normal oil? Sunflower oil? I'll just mix those oils up!" Arthur collect a small bowl and poured a little bit of each oil. The duo at the back just sweatdropped and hugged each other, praying that they will not taste that horrible thing..
"Next is brown onion. Chopped, do you mean thinly or thickly? Thickly will be better right? More crunchy." He chopped the onions thickly before throwing it into the pan that he already poured the oil. Sizzling, he stirred it. "Next is 2 crushed garlic. Crushed? With what?" He decided to just chopped it up and throwing it into the pan.
"Now add the diced tomatoes and the sauce." Arthur turned the heat to low and diced the tomatoes, "I do not need to scoop the seeds out, a waste of time." He throw the tomatoes in and poured the sauce. Stirring for a minute, he decided that its already cooked. "Okay, done!."
He lift the pan up and poured it into a bowl. Taking 3 plates of pasta, he poured the thick sauce on it. The duo paled, to the colour of a white paper, Feli trembling and Gilbert sweating, gulping, wiggling.
"It's finished! Try it out!" Arthur showed them 2 plates of pasta that was covered with tomato sauce, thick onions and the smell was weird. Probably because of the oil.
"Ve...Do we really have to?" Feli questioned, looking at Arthur with puppy dog eyes. Arthur seems to not be affected by it.
"Of course! Come on!"
Gilbert pat Feliciano's shoulder comforting him. "We'll get out alive! We're just that awesome!"
"Ve, okay! Lets eat it in the count of 3, 2, 1!" They both took a gulp at it, their stomach felt hot, and they got dizzy. Gilbert smirking a bit, fainted his head on the table, with Feli following him soon.
(Choose which branch do you like! Decide and I'll go with that. I won't update if no one would give me their opinion, what branch do they want! Really, I've got 40 followers and like 5 or 6 of them actually commented! I'm really thankful for that! So minimum 5 people tell me which branch they prefer! Kay? Please, I need to know your opinion!)