I have a special announcement.
I have a Beta :D
You read that right, a Beta, that means far less mistakes
I'm really sorry that it took so long to update, college hasn't been getting any easier T.T
Disclaimer: God I forgot this last time didn't I T.T But anyway. No I don't own Hetalia, only the idea for this story.
"Bruder, was machst du?" Germany is standing at the top of the stairs leading down into his basement where his older brother is currently rushing though his stuff. [Brother, what are you doing?]
"schließlich. Huh? Oh, nothing" Prussia holds up a small key in front of his eyes, sure that this is the right one. [ finally]
Germany raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment on it, knowing his brother won't tell him anything useful. Letting out a big sigh, Germany gives Prussia one stern look "Try not to get hurt." Turning around to go back to his work, Ludwig hopes that Gilbert just goes to France or Spain.
Laughing his signature laugh, Prussia runs out though the front door "No promises!"
Now that he has the key, Gilbert wastes no time to get his clothes for his awesome trip back in time.
Driving far over 180 km/h, he finally arrives at his destination, Park Sanssouci.
"These damn tourists," Gilbert scoffs, parking his car a little further away.
Quickly leaving to find what he came for, Prussia walks into a closed part of the palace, to a door at the far back. Putting the key into the hole, Prussia opens the door, closing it behind him before walking further.
In the room are millions and millions of diary's, all from the awesome one himself.
Looking sideways at the diary's but not picking any, he walks further into the room to another door at the far back 'I'll do some research latter on.' Taking out the small key he had been looking for earlier, he opens the door revealing a room full of historical artifacts, millions of paintings, jewelry, memorials, his precious flute, and a big wardrobe dresser.
Gilbert opens the wardrobe, finding a fast variety of clothing, including the set he was looking for.
The outfit he grabs consists of a brown piece of simple trousers, a leather belt, plain white shirt and comfortable and easy shoes; your typical commoner outfit from the mid-16th century. 'No need to attracted attention...' Gilbert puts the clothes away in a bag he brought with him, looking around for a small dragger he can take with him, finding a good one on a table not far away.
After making sure he has everything that he thinks he'll need, he leaves with his bag, locking the door behind him again.
'Now for some research.' Gilbert puts his bag on the ground next to a comfy arm chair before walking up to one of the many bookcases, taking out one of his dairies.
"Netherlands," Antonio stands next to him, feeling quite nervous with a goofy smile on his face, not hiding it at all. Netherlands looks sideways at Antonio for a couple of seconds, showing him that he heard him and to go on.
Antonio comes right to the point, too nervous to really go around the question, feeling that if he does that, then Netherland will walk away before he could even ask "What do you think of Spain?"
Netherland freezes with an unreadable expression on his face which Antonio mistakes for hate and anger.
A few seconds of silent go by before Netherlands lets out a small, barely noticeable sight "He is in charge for now."
Antonio wants to ask another question, not satisfied by the answer, "What do you me-"
Netherland stands up to his full high- even though he is still in his teen years he's still a few inches taller- glaring and intimidating anyone except for Antonio who just plays the oblivious card, but the message is across, no more questions.
The two of them return to the mansion, Antonio happily chatting away with a 'slightly' irritated Netherlands.
"Already done for today?" Belgium walks up to them with a bucket full of clothes, still not done with her job.
Netherlands gives a small nod while the Spanish man gleefully answers "Yep, so now we can help you and Romano," he seems far too happy to work for it to be normal but Netherlands doesn't comment on it.
"I'm almost done to so you guys help Romano. I think he is busy with cleaning Spain's room," Belgium matches Antonio's happy mood.
Netherland gives another small nod, leaving behind the joyful Spaniard.
"Hey, wait for me!" Antonio runs up to the blond happily chatting away again. You can faintly hear Belgium giggle in the background, assumed by the scene and her brother's misery.
"I don't need your help!" An angry Italian voice is heard from Spain's room.
"Does it look like I care?!" An older Italian voice snaps back.
Netherland and Antonio walk into the room finding the two Italians fighting. Romano is holding his broom, standing at the left side of the room glaring at Lovino. Lovino stands at the right, a bunch of books in his arms, glaring just as hard back at Romano.
The Dutchman lets out a small sigh, walking up to Romano and kneels down to his height, "Anything you want me to do?"
"Yes, get that bastard Lovino out of here," Romano doesn't break his glare with said bastard.
Lovino had gone slightly red when he saw what Netherlands did but now with that comment of his little version, he is back to normal "Who are you calling a bastard, pipsqueak?"
Before Romano could throw an insult back, Netherlands picks Lovino up.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Lovino, shocked, hits the tall blond in hopes of getting free.
The northern country says nothing while he carries the southern country out of the room. Putting Lovino back on the ground gently, he looks for a few seconds at Lovino, almost apologetically.
Netherlands then walks back into the room to take hold of Antonio by his arm, dragging him out as well. Before closing the door, he looks back for a couple of seconds, silently telling Romano something. Romano says nothing either, just staring at Netherland with a growl on his face but has a thank you lying in his eyes.
"What did you do that for bastard?!" Lovino demands glaring at Netherlands but in the back of his mind he knows the answer.
"You're Italian yourself, so you should know," Netherland blackly stares back.
"He's just a kid," Lovino snaps back.
"Are you sure about that?" Netherland gives Lovino a knowing look before walking away leaving behind a speechless Italian.
"…What just happened?" Antonio asks after a few moments, looking from Lovino to Netherlands and back.
"I don't know," Lovino seems deep in thought and shock. "Dammit, that Weed-Bastard," he curse a bit more under his breath while Antonio just stares with a dumbfound look on his face, still not knowing what is going on but he has a not so nice feeling in his stomach.
I know it is a short chapter, but I still wanted to put it up, not making you guys wait any longer :)
I'm not to satisfied with it so I hope you guys will bear with me. I will try to make the next chapter better (and longer) but no promises :(