Soundtrack: Loud people's voices in a really big room. Yes, this was ALSO written during a speech and debate…the last three chapters were written on the same day in the same place -.-
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VelgaAltair: Yahh, I want to watch episode 53 so bad, but I haven't found one that is subbed yet -cries-. Haha, how is this story affecting your Gilbo role-play? I role-play him as well on a Facebook thread. It's pretty sweet yo. He's so awesome to RP~ Thanks for the review! PruxHun forever!
I was going to trick all you readers with an April's Fools Joke, but then I realized that would be very cruel...
"So-o-o, how about one more time?"
"Not until you finish your food," Francis said immediately, nudging the bowl of porridge towards Gilbert.
Gilbert grimaced and shook his head. "That is disgusting. I can't even tell what's in it. Rice? Mystery meat? Even Arthur would think it tastes horrible."
"It's nutritious," Antonio urged.
"Nutritious," snorted Gilbert. "Another word for absolutely unappetizing. Come on, no one would describe a food as nutritious unless no one dares to eat it. Come on, one more time."
"If you collapse in the middle of it—"
"I won't do it again, I promise!" Gilbert said loudly. "I just lost my balance. Guitar jamming makes me lose control."
"It looked a little more than a loss of balance," Francis said.
"What is everyone, my guardian angels?" Gilbert jeered. "I need to practice the guitar solo on this piece a little bit more. I'm getting rusty."
"It's perfect, Gil," Antonio said sincerely.
"I could make it more awesome if I got it down to the dot," Gilbert said, plucking the strings so quickly that it was impossible to tell which note he was stringing. His fingers flew around the chords as if he was playing a spirited piano piece.
"I can't believe we got a gig at the boardwalk for the party!" Antonio said excitedly. "It's an honor, isn't it?"
"An honor for them!" Gilbert laughed. "We're blessing them with our awesome skills!"
"So are we going to play every song we have?" Antonio asked.
"It would last a whole week if we did that," Francis pointed out.
"Hey, I'm not complaining," laughed Gilbert. "But I think we should narrow it down to our classics. Uh, let's see…'Paranoia?' What about 'Gone?'"
"That's a good one," agreed Antonio.
"I think 'Rosebud' is a nice one," Francis offered.
"You were wasted when you wrote that song, Francis. If we performed that song, we would be thrown into the ocean," Gilbert said.
"We want songs that would make people happy and want to dance," Antonio said. "'Rosebud' has a good beat."
"Antonio, you don't even know what the song means."
Gilbert typed on the small laptop that Francis had brought along. He searched through the internet, trying to find perfect tips for guitar tricks and guitar chords.
"How about we do a song that's not ours?" Gilbert asked.
"That would be against our usual flow, wouldn't it?" said Francis.
"Isn't that stealing?" asked Antonio.
"Not if we give the original writers all the credit," said Gilbert. "And we're not getting paid or anything, so I think it's all right."
"What song are you thinking of?" inquired Antonio.
"This one," Gilbert said. He searched the song up in YouTube and played it for Francis and Antonio to listen to. Antonio sat on the bed, his eyes dazed as he concentrated on the music. Francis leaned on the wall, watching the music video on the screen.
"Hmm," Francis said, rubbing his chin. "It's a little different from our usual style. Sort of reminds me of the one you wrote not too long ago, Gilbert."
"What do you think about performing it?" Gilbert asked.
"I like it," Antonio piped up. "It's really touching."
"How is it that you will only listen to the lyrics of songs that aren't sexual?" Francis quipped.
"I never listened to sexual songs," Antonio said. Gilbert slapped himself in the forehead.
"Francis, there is one person you can never corrupt," Gilbert laughed.
"I beg to differ," Francis argued. "If it weren't for my influence, I'm sure Lovino would've never had that magical night in your guestroom—"
"Wait, how did you know about that?" Antonio gasped.
"It's very obvious," chuckled Francis. "I can tell when two lovebirds decide to proclaim their adoration to each other."
Antonio's cheeks blushed deeply. Gilbert laughed and slapped Antonio's back.
"So long as you don't go too far in your relationship so soon. Have you ever found your boxers yet?"
"No," Antonio said miserably. "I'm worried someone took them."
"Who'd take them?" Francis asked innocently, flashing a secretive wink at Gilbert. "Think about it, Toni. We were sleeping over at Gilbert's house with his father and brother keeping guard. No one could've possibly snuck into the room and stolen your boxers while we were all asleep."
"Maybe Arthur's fairies really did follow me," Antonio said, frowning. "He said he would curse me when I accidentally spilled tomato juice all over his blazer."
"There are plenty of other…undergarments in the sea," Gilbert assured him. Francis cackled in the background. "You'll be fine. Just go buy new ones."
"I guess," agreed Antonio. When he walked off to get a drink of water, Gilbert leaned in closer to Francis.
"You never gave them back? After all this time?"
"Why would I?" Francis chuckled. Gilbert rolled his eyes and kicked Francis in the groin. Francis was reduced to a fetal position on the ground, moaning and muttering French profanities.
"What's wrong with Francis?" Antonio asked when he came back.
"He stubbed his toe," Gilbert said simply. "Guess what I found out yesterday, fellows!"
"What is it? What is it?" Antonio asked excitedly, jumping onto Gilbert's bed.
"Oui…what?" Francis grunted, pulling himself up onto his knees.
"I got accepted into both LMU and the University of Heidelberg!" Gilbert announced excitedly.
Antonio let out a whoop of excitement and tackled Gilbert. "I knew you would! That's great! Do you get free ride on any of them?"
"Heidelberg is giving me free tuition and LMU gave me a scholarship," Gilbert said. "Geez…I can't believe it! I've been worrying about it the whole time."
"That is wonderful news, Gil," Francis agreed. "I was worried too. I wasn't sure how a dense blockhead like you could've possibly been accepted to one of the top universities."
"Oi, how am I a blockhead?" Gilbert demanded.
"It took you a year and a half to realize that tu aimez Miss Elizaveta," Francis said good-naturedly.
"Hey, now," Gilbert said, blushing. "Even a genius gets a little confused about things like that."
"You already moved on to different books?" Antonio asked, lifting up two new novels. Les Misérables and A Tale of Two Cities had replaced the other books that Gilbert had long finished.
"Of course," Gilbert said. "I've got so much time that I fly through them all in one sitting. I'm just that awesome."
"Ha ha," Francis said, smirking.
"Why are you laughing?" Antonio asked confusedly.
"Antonio, he's always sitting," Francis said.
"Oh…"
"So I was thi-i-inking," Gilbert said in a singsong voice.
"Wha-a-at?" Antonio sang back.
"The Bad Company Trio's tenth anniversary is in two months and a half," Gilbert declared. "We must celebrate the time that the greatest alliance was ever made!"
"I concur," Francis said immediately. "Should we do more than just a prank?"
"Maybe," Antonio agreed. "But we haven't even thought of a prank yet."
"Let's do something messy," Gilbert said, grinning. "I really like the idea of paintball guns."
"Water guns?"
"No, Francis. As much as you'd like to see through white shirts…"
"Where would we do it, though?" Antonio asked. "We can't just run around the streets shooting people. That might get us arrested."
"I know!" Francis snapped his fingers. "Arthur and Alfred are having a party the same day as our anniversary! We can crash it! I think we're technically invited, anyways."
"How do you know?" Gilbert asked.
"The Angleterre cannot hide anything from me," Francis simpered.
"That's going to be wicked," Gilbert said jovially. "We'll do it halfway through the party and then run out of there before Alfred jumps us. What should we do after we stow away the guns? Go out to eat? I don't want to eat anything that comes from Alfred or Arthur."
"Agreed," Antonio said. "I'd go with Italian."
"Lovino has been rubbing off on you, hasn't he?" Gilbert asked, smirking.
"Ah, you aren't one to talk, sweet Gilbert," Francis laughed. "I've noticed before after you finally scored your coveted date that you took a liking to Hungarian food."
"It's good stuff," Gilbert muttered.
"What's this?" Antonio asked. He reached under the table and pulled out a video camera and a box of tapes. "What were you taping?"
"Oh, those? They're empty," Gilbert said. He felt a familiar chilling sensation at the sight of them. He hadn't used them yet, and if he was lucky, he would never use them. Maybe he could give them to Elizaveta so she could use it for her strange pleasures.
"Why'd you have them here for?" questioned Antonio.
"I was going to use them for some entertainment, but never really got to it," lied Gilbert. "Put them back."
Antonio obediently shoved the cardboard box back under the table.
"Here are the guitar chords for the new song, by the way," Gilbert said, pulling up a link. "I'll email it to both of you. Practice it, won't you? It'll be awesome."
"Aye, aye, sir," Antonio and Francis said, saluting. Gilbert saluted back to them. They stayed like that for a moment before laughing together. Formality did not suit them.
Gilbert's colleges that he got accepted into are Ludwig Maxmilian University of Munich and University of Heidelburg. LMU is one of the highest ranking universities in Germany while University of Heidelburg is Germany's oldest. University of Heidelburg is actually one of the oldest universities in all of Europe. It was founded in 1386 in the Holy Roman Empire. Pretty big stuff, Gilbo.
I felt kind of bad whumping Gilbert all the time so I decided to give him a moment of peace before showering him with an onslaught of even more whumping…
DOES ANYONE HAVE A LINK TO A SUBBED VERSION OF EPISODE 53?! I'M DYING TO WATCH IT.
Oh my goodness….Prussia's new character song came out today…Mein Gott….I LOVE the harpsichord in the beginning~ (I'm a sucker for piano/violin rock, which is why I heart Skillet). It's not heavy metal like his other songs, but it's still uber AWESOME. LIKE A LITTLE BIRD.
Ah, I noticed that there are some people who are in desperate need of PruxHun action~ Don't worry, there will be more in the future. However, I don't want this story to focus solely on one aspect of their relationship. This story delves more into the friendship, family, bonds, and love that goes beyond PDA. They WILL have more of their moments, I promise, but mind you, this story's genre is not 'romance.'
I also found this music video on YouTube about the Bad Company Trio that I found very similar to my story. The song they used is 'Live Like We're Dying' sung by Kris Allen. I really like the song and the message it gave, and putting it with the Bad Company Trio made me think of my story~ I also like how it is different from all the other Bad Company Trio AMVs because most AMVs relating to them use rather…naughty songs. This song is like a positive alternative. Check it out! Just delete the spaces.
http: //www .youtube .com /watch?v= eYjI9H vP_1A
By the way, I figured that Gilbert and Ludwig's father was Germania. Though Germania is technically Prussia's grandpa, Germania looks NOTHING like a grandpa…and besides, the grandfather role is already taken in my story. So Germania is the daddy.
Next chapter will have the Baltic Trio and Russian siblings~ Oh dear…
