NOTE: Finally, Hetalia characters are in this chapter! YAY! *happy dance* sorry it's taken sooo long to get to this point and I hope it was worth the wait. I honestly thought about taking out a lot of some of the other chapters and putting them into one so to get here faster but when I tried I could never do it. During this part there is use of Human names and then later it will be country names for the most part. Oh, I don't own hetalia at all … I wish I did but I don't. So sorry, I've been in a funk for the last week, I've been going crazy with everything for my Fraternity and classes. Sorry I have not been posting but I get this feeling no one is really reading this or following I guess until someone tells me they don't want to see anymore I'll keep posting. Again check out my poll on "It's just not worth it"/"I lost you"!

WARNING: Um … swearing maybe … um other than that nothing too bad …yet ^^

Chapter Eight

Going Crazy

Standing in the living room was Christ Wulff talking to a rather annoying man; he assumed the other was still outside. Christ noticed Dashuri and quickly introduced them.

"Ah, Dashuri Heinriche, this is Gilbert Beilschmidt, his brother, Ludwig Beilschmidt, is still outside." Dashuri smiled again and took the man hand in another firm handshake.

"Kesesese, Gute Tag, Dashuri. Christ tells me your albino too?" he said smiling at Dashuri. "But your hair is dark so you can't be?" again Dashuri was reminded how slightly annoying his voice was. Dashuri had completely forgotten to let his hair down it was still in a bun so he could not see his white hair.

"Oh, yes I am, I dye my hair." He quickly pulled his hair out of its bun and the let the dark tresses pool around his neck and shoulders the white streaks now visible. "What do you mean by 'Albino too'?" he asked still a bit confused. Gilbert and Christ laughed but Dashuri really could not find anything funny by his question.

"Because, I'm albino, can't you tell?" Gilbert asked leaning closer to Dashuri, making him cringe back. He had not really noticed how pale Gilbert was, nor would he have known he was albino. Feeling rather embarrassed on not picking up on Christ's past joke and now having the two men laugh at him.

"Sorry, I did not pick up on you being albino, I am completely color blind." He added just in case he completely messed something up (that had to do with color). He was beginning hating his eye sight or there the lack of sight of color.

"Really, no way?" Gilbert leaned closer to him. "What's the color of my jacket (so obviously Gilbert if he's color blind he cannot tell what color your jacket is)?" he then asked smiling. Dashuri really could not tell, it was a light grey color but that could mean any light color.

"It looks like light grey but I really cannot tell." He said getting a bit annoyed with how loud Gilbert was talking, he had not even noticed when Christ had left, and mayhap he went to go help Gilbert's brother, whose name had escaped him. "I should show you to your room, I was not sure if you and your brother would like to share a-"Gilbert cut him off.

"Gott, nein, mein bruder is such a neat freak, I would never share a room with him." He then laughed, "I'm too awesome for that any way." He added, 'Oh yes, it was going to be a long week'. Dasuri again pointed out to himself.

"I see, sorry for the mistake" he slightly bowed as he stopped at the door next to Christ's, "here is your room, the room to your left will be your brother's and the room to your right is Christ Wulff's, the bathroom is across the hallway." He added. "There should be time if any of you need to wash up before dinner, sorry to leave so soon but there is some business I need to take care of." With that he left Gilbert at his door and Dashuri made it to his room again. He was sure he would have another white streak in his hair by the end of the weekend. And he had not even met the other Beilschimdt brother, 'Gott, if their anything alike, I really will go crazy.' He told himself as he had another drink this time with a bit of wine in it. He was going to need anything that would help him make it through this.

He did his best to avoid his guest for as much as he could, so trying to be true to his word he called the company, went through a checklist of things before asking for a shipment of their product to his house (could not believe he did not have any at his house). He hoped it would impress his quest to the point of them not asking too many question, Gottfried and he had never really dealt with humans. Which meant they really did not have a solid story to go with, he pitched the bridge of his nose; mayhap buying his mother's old home had been a terrible idea. So terrible. Feeling like he had avoided his quest as much as he could for one day he headed down stairs only to find that Christ was outside speaking with someone of some importance, and no where could he see the Beilschmidt brothers. Releasing the breath his was holding he began dinner, at least it was quiet.

(Elsewhere in the house)

Ludwig sat in his brother's room as he listened to him rant about the Duke, who he had yet to meet. When he had walked into the home he had been informed that the Duke had pressing business matters to take care of before dinner but sent his apologizes for not meeting him first. Not that Ludwig cared but he felt slightly at a disadvantage being that both Christ Wulff and Gilbert had already met him. Gilbert's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"West, are you even listening to what I was saying?" He leaned against the door frame of the closet. Ludwig looked over his brother not really interested in what he was saying.

"Nein, sorry." He wasn't really, but might as well as say it. Gilbert just rolled his eyes and went back to going through the things he had packed.

"Like I was saying, this guy . . . um . . . verdammt, what's his name, the Duke," Ludwig sighed, Gilbert had already forgotten his name. "Any way, he's albino like me but he dyes his hair, how lame and unawesome is that, West?" he said as dug through more of his clothes, how much had he packed?

"Maybe he does not like having white hair or something, does it really matter, Gilbert?" Ludwig asked looking up at his brother. Gilbert just looked at him and laughed.

"Kesesese, but West, look at how awesome I look with white hair!" he said as he flipped his hair out. Ludwig was beginning to feel a headache right between his eyes. "You know, he could not even tell I was albino, I guess he's color bind and what not, cool but not as cool as me." He added as he walked to the bathroom to survey himself in the large mirror. He could not believe that this was his brother or that they were even related. He stood up and walked to his room needing some quiet before dinner. "You know, I thought you were a hard ass but this guy definitely takes the trophy, it's like he's a robot or something." Gilbert called to him from the bathroom.

"Gilbert! I doubt it's appropriate to say that about a person you just met and remember whose house was staying in?" Ludwig glared at his brother, he may be right and he may not be right but that did not mean he should say it. The man had been very kind to not only let the President stay in his home but also Gilbert and himself. He shut his door before his brother could say anything; it was going to be a long weekend.

Okay so Ludwig's last line really sucked … it seems so OOC but I honestly had no idea what he would say to Gilbert's line So again sorry if anyone seemed OOC so far, I really hate Ludwig's line … I just don't know what he would say so I left it instead of spending more hours on it. But yay for finally having Hetalia come in to play Again soooo sorry for the late post and just … me not being on or writing for that matter. I'm horrid! Ciao!