Hey guys! Sorry for the looooooong update. Yes, I know I should have worked on this sooner but I'm warning you all, I won't be able to update for a couple of days. Please be patient. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Prussia decided that his brother needed to meet with more people, and that was the reason he had invited his friends over. France and Spain were going to b coming over to meet him and his little brother. Which led us to the current situation. Gilbert was standing in front of an impeccably dressed Germany and was studying his ten-year-old brother with a smile.

"…And just talk to them. The really vanted to meet you," he was saying, ruffling his younger brother's blond hair. The blond rolled his eyes and dusted his clothes again before nervously shifting on his feet.

"Vat if they don't like me?"

"They're not judging you, Luddy."

"Yes. Just relax Ludwig, and be still while I do your hair," tutted Hungary. She had taken it upon herself to get him all dressed up for the occasion. Austria watched them silently and rolled his eyes when the German boy caught his eye. Ludwig sighed and let the woman brush his hair to 'perfection' and jumped as the doorbell rang. The albino grinned, giving Ludwig and encouraging pat on the back before bounding down the stairs to the door. The blond swallowed and heard greetings in various languages float up, along with laughter. And then he was pushed out of the room and down the stairs by the Hungarian woman as her violet-eyes husband followed her too.

"And this is mein bruder, Ludwig Beilschmidt," introduced Prussia, gesturing to Ludwig. Germany immediately straightened and ignored his nervousness.

"Hallo Mr. France, Mr. Spain," he greeted politely. There was a stunned silence before the green-eyed man rushed to him, cooing over the blond and saying something.

"Ah. He's so cute! Muy carino! Muy lindo!" he…well, squealed is the only word that would fit here. Germany took him to be Spain then. The longhaired blond who had been watching him smiled too, a bright white smile, and crouched in front of him, studying him curiously before back up at his older brother.

"Prussia! Do you even feed 'im good zings? 'e looks underfed," he remarked in a playfully scolding tone. Rising to his brother's defense, Germany straightened further.

"He feeds me perfectly well, danke. I vould appreciate it if you did not make assumptions," he said stiffly. There was a silence before France chuckled and glanced up at Prussia again, smiling at him.

"You've got a protective petit frère, Gilbert. I was only joking, Ludwig, I'm sure 'e feeds you well," he placated, standing up and grinning down at the little blond boy before looking back at Gilbert.

"I shall cook for you today, mon ami. I want to spread ze greatness of French cuisine to your petit frère,: he announced brightly, already moving to take over the kitchen. Ludwig watched him with wide eyes and then turned to his brother again, a bit confused as to what was going on. All he got was a 'kesesesese' laugh and ruffle of his hair as he was escorted outside to play with Spain.

There was one thing that Germany found he didn't like all that much, and it was the fact that his brother spent more time with his friends and not with him. Currently, the Prussian man was talking with France and had left Antonio to play with Ludwig. Germany furrowed his brow, glancing at his brother once before focusing on the Spaniard and listening to him explain the rule to some game. He nodded along and played with him. But unfortunately, he was rather distracted that his albino brother hadn't even focused on his once throughout the whole hour he played with Spain. The Spanish man offered to take him inside to give him something to eat and the German agreed glumly, following him inside. Austria noticed the slightly upset look on the young blond's face and raised an eyebrow before glancing at Antonio questioningly. The green-eyed man shrugged.

"Was ist passiert?" the Austrian finally asked, pushing the tomato salad and other food towards both the countries. Antonio looked delighted at the tomatoes and he simply shrugged as he dug in, humming in pleasure. The German boy scowled, pushing his food around and glancing outside again at where his brother and the other blond were laughing over something while practicing their swordsman skills.

"Nothing," he replied firmly. Austria raised an eyebrow, disbelief clear on his features, and continued speaking in German, knowing the Spanish man wouldn't understand what they were saying…hopefully.

"Du lügst," stated Roderich confidently, pouring out some tea for himself and sitting down too. There was a silence before the young nation looked up with a scowl.

"Nein."

"Sie sind noch lügt."

"Ich bin kein!"

"Ist dies bezogen auf Gilbert?"

"…Ja."

The Austrian man opened his mouth to say something when his wife suddenly flounced into the kitchen, pausing to greet the males with a grunt before cuddling Ludwig close to her chest.

"Szia, Ludwig!" greeted the woman brightly, not noticing the dark aura around the child. The German nation mumbled a small greeting, finally letting his sulkiness show through properly. Hungary was the closest thing to a 'mother' he was going to get. Well, actually it was Prussia, but she was the only woman he knew who would listen to him.

"Gilbert ist nicht aufgepasst zu mir," he admitted. The Hungarian paused, letting the words and their meaning sink through before smiling slightly and glancing at her husband with a grin. Spain continued on his meal obliviously.

"I knew it!" she squealed, letting Germany go and bouncing around the room happily. Just then France and Prussia entered the room, seating themselves at the table and laughing. Spain questioned them, and was soon laughing himself as they discussed some experience or the other. Germany watched the older men interact with a dark glare before stalking out of the room, a giggling Hungary following him. The albino watched his brother leave, a bit confused and concerned before returning to his talking with Spain and France. After all, his friends weren't here for long.


Ludwig sat in his room dejectedly, staring blankly at the book he was acting like he was reading, his mind racing ahead to think of tactics to distract his brother with. Elizaveta watched him from the other side of the room, humming as she stitched something.

"Have you thought of a plan yet?" she asked after some time. Watching the child come up with plans was interesting. The blond looked up at her before returning back to reading.

"I'm reading," he said.

"Of course you are. Now, have you thought of a plan yet?"

"Nein. I don't know vat to do," he finally admitted. There was a short silence that was broken as footsteps pounded up the stairs and the door opened. Violet eyes looked inside and then Austria came in, raising his eyebrows.

"Vat are you both doing?"

"Making a plan," both the other nations chorused. The aristocrat's eyebrows climbed higher before he gestured for them to continue.

"Gilbert isn't paying attention to him, so he wants to get him paying attention again," explained the Hungarian brunette. Ludwig flushed slightly and looked away.

However, before anyone could comment on anything, the door swung open and Prussia looked inside, grinning slightly.

"Vat's this I hear, Luddy? If you vanted me to pay attention, you could have just asked. Nothing's more important," he remarked matter-of-factly, reaching over and pulling his little brother into a hug. Germany froze, caught between mortification and relief, not noticing as two certain friends' f the albino cooed over the scene. He finally hugged his brother around the waist and buried his face in his stomach, smiling slightly.


Austria smiled slightly at the scene before edging out of the room, pushing his wife and Prussia's friends away too, letting the brothers have a moment. He cast a final glance into the room and saw them unmoving from their position before lightly shutting the door.

They deserved a moment. Plus, the albino was finally paying attention to his little brother again. Austria went down the stairs, delighting as he heard laughter from the room behind him. And everything was going to go back to normal…once Spain and France went away of course.


Well? Good? Bad? Okay? Please review. Plus, my muse still isn't back…

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