NOTES: omf (o my fritz) I have not posted in forever, I'm horrid, aren't I? So sorry end of semester/xmas/ crazy-ness. Rogbqerobfvoqreiubgq! - that's how I feel right now -.-

Well enough with my problems, yay for hetalia characters finally … (took long enough!) You back there, yes you shut up! Yea, I'm going crazy. X-mas break is in less than two weeks and by then I will be posting weekly and I might just post my new story "I am Worth Loving" … why do I write such sad depressing stories and about Romano no less? I don't know cuz I love Romano?

Chapter Nine

Dinner and then Some

Dashuri looked at the food he had made: wurst, goulash, scallop potatoes, co slaw, and a few other dishes. He had been rather pleased to see someone from the town at brought a couple cases of his product; he wanted to impress his quest so he would never have to do this again. Ever. He went to their rooms and knocked.

"Dinner is finished; I will meet you in the dining room." He walked back after knocking on the unknown Beilschmidt brother's door. He quickly set the table and got himself a beer; it had been a while since he had drunk any. Today would be a good day to start. He stood as Christ and Gilbert walked in chatting he motioned them to their sits.

"Wow, I had no idea that you had a cook." Gilbert said as he looked at the food. Dashuri laughed, he hoped it sound real and not forced. Both Christ and Gilbert looked at him, never having heard him laugh before. To Dashuri it was fake and forced but to the others to it was a foreign noise, loud and somewhat unsure.

"Sorry, I do not have a cook, this is a simple meal for me to cook I was not sure of what everyone liked so I made a bit of everything." He said smiling; this seemed to put the two men at ease so he figured he would keep smiling. He turned from them as his last quest sat down (or so he heard), walked back to the table with a small cake as he looked up. His world spun and stopped as he looked at what he believed was Gilbert's brother. Gilbert smiled and cleared his throat.

"Dashuri, "Christ had reminded him of his name, "this is mein bruder, Ludwig." Ludwig stood and offered Dashuri his hand, all Dashuri could do was staring at his gloved hand. His eyes slowly made their way up his green cladded arm, to his face and finally rested on his clear, bright blue eyes. Blue, 'Verdammt'. It was at that moment that five hundred and fifty years of emotions and colors exploded in his mind. He had to close his eyes from the seer intensity of it all else his eyes tear up again.

"Hallo, Dashuri, as mein bruder said I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt, it is a pleasure." His hand still hung in the air waiting for Dashuri's. Coming to his senses he set the cake down and gently put his hand into Ludwig's. And it was if electricity coursed through Dashuri's body from the simple contact, he muttered a quick hello and other pleasantries. He could hardly keep his eyes from the blonde throughout dinner, he was perfect, and Dashuri doubted there was one thing about him he did not like. A bit on the stern side of things but he had been like that for the last four hundred years. He had a slight blush most of the time but Dashuri thought it was rather cute. Dashuri stared at the beer in his hands; he could not believe he was thinking about someone being cute. But this was not just someone, Ludwig was not just someone, he was his soul mate. Feeling like he was falling deeper into his thoughts, he could not let them know anything had happened.

"Forgive me of my lack of manners, my partner sent some product from the company as a way to welcome you all to Bremen, would any of you care for Heineken?" he asked standing up turning his back to them. He doubted they knew his position in Heineken Company but they would find out somehow, why not tell them now.

"Kesesese, of course, I don't think I've had Heineken for a while." Gilbert said as he took a bottle from Dashuri. He completely missed what Dashuri had said but Dashuri did not matter.

"Product from your company? You never did say what you did in your company?" Christ asked as he also took a beer from Dashuri. Dashuri looked at Ludwig, his heart just about stopped as he saw Ludwig's smile. He numbing handed him one, their fingers briefly touched as he past the bottle to him.

"Oh, yes, my adoptive father and I each own half of Heineken, it's been in our family since 1873, I figured it would be nice to have some in the house, I was not sure of your individual taste so I hope this is well enough." He said looking back at his hands. The three men looked at him.

"You own half of Heineken? You just got even cooler, high five!" Gilbert said as he leaned over the table and gave Dashuri a high five. Dashuri's face flushed a bit, he was not used to praise of any kind and coming from his life mate's sibling, mayhap this would help him get his approval of his thoughts of wooing his brother. Ludwig sighed and took another drink, though he was impressed to see that such a young man had such power and obviously wealth since he knew this house and the remodeling had not been cheap.

"Um . . . thanks." Dashuri said as he fidgeted in his seat. His mate sat but a mere foot from him and yet he could not do anything in the President's and his brother's presences. It was driving him nuts; so many things were going through his mind, most of them having to do with the fact that he now wanted to bend the blonde over the table and making him 'sing' praise to Deutschland (wow Dashuri kinky mind much? Also the whole "singing praise to Deutschland" makes me laugh hysterically). Not only the fact that the handsome blonde was his mate but that he was here, all the colors that seemed to be exploding in his vision, the emotions blooming in his chest, and the fact that no matter what he did his heart seemed to beat faster. A few memories of vater came forward and how he did miss the man. Others of his mother shifted in his mind, how gorgeous she had been. Then some less pleasant ones began popping up one after the other. 'No, no no, not here, not now . . . warum?" he asked himself as he felt his chest tighten in pain, breathing was becoming harder, it seemed that the temperature of the house was raising by the minute, blood rushing to his face and his ear was drowning out any sound of this room. It was if his whole world was spinning faster and faster. He thought he was going to be sick and yet at the same time it was if he was completely empty. The seeds of hate and disgust were blooming inside him, it had been so long since had felt either of those emotions, it seem odd and foreign to him now.

Gilbert laughed as he set down his empty beer bottle; he looked up at Dashuri to ask for another when he stopped. The young man's face was horribly flushed, his eyes looked wide staring off into nothing, and the look on his face seemed of horror.

"Dude, Dashuri . . . hallo, you okay? Ludwig I think something is wrong with him?" Gilbert said as he leaned closer to Dashuri as he poked his brother. He was surprised to see that Dashuri eyes were no longer red but a bright purple, he had been sure they were red (being that Dashuri said he was albino). Ludwig looked at Dashuri and had to agree with his brother (a first) something was wrong with Dashuri.

"Dashuri? "Everyone in the room was now looking at Dashuri, unsure what had happened to cause such a sudden change in the young man. Ludwig reached out to touch Dashuri's arm to snap him out whatever he was in. It only seemed to make things worse. Dashuri saw a hand out of the corner of his eye, seemingly forgetting the time and place, he was in that small room his stepfather coming closer and closer to him that evil gleam in his eyes. Dashuri was going to do what he had to get away from the man; he jumped away from the hand out of his chair only to find a deep blackness.

So yea … love it or hate it? Ug slow chapter … so slow -.- some one … please save from finals. Anyone want to take my german final for me? Anyone, I'll make cake or cookies? Urg evil finals.