Hey everyone! What's up?! In two weeks its Halloween and I CAN'T WAIT! I don't trick-or-treat anymore (I feel as though I'm just getting lazy). BUT! I will be passing out candy, wearing costumes, decorating, etc! To get me in the mood, I'm going to be constantly watching the Soul Eater "This is Halloween" Amv on youtube. I will also be watching the Nightmare Before Christmas … I'll probably be rewatching it on Christmas too.

Anyway! Here's the chapter. Just tell me if you want me to update again tonight because I most certainly can!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN APH OR ATLA.

Chapter 13

"I say we go that way."

"No, we should go this way!"

"Why in the world would we go that way?!"

"Because it's the RIGHT way!"

"You were the one who said I had an Italy GPS!"

"Well, your Italy GPS is WRONG!"

Germany and England for the past few days had been finding themselves in even more arguments than they could count. They had yet to make it out of whatever forest they were dwelling in nor did they ever find another country. And the stress was taking a toll on both of them. Their arguments would differ from where they would sleep, to what direction they would take. For two responsible men such as them, it was hard to turn to anyone other than themselves.

"That place is too damp to sleep on! We should keep moving forward!"

"Listen here you bloody bloke did you colonize America?! Did you sleep endless nights on land with hardly any substance?! I think I know what I'm taking about!"

"You think too highly of yourself."

"Hey! It's not my fault that I am right!"

Or …

"The water over here I think would be best to drink from."

"Nein! That is unacceptable! Drink water from over here!"

"Here is fine!"

"No it is not! You will drink from HERE!"

"Don't order me around you Nazi git!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… I didn't mean that."

For England, it was hard not to bring up the past in a fight against a nation. That was always how he'd win his arguments against France. He'd hit the Frog where it hurts or destroy his pride before winning. That's how it worked … but for Germany it was different. Germany hated the word Nazi. The word would break him and because of this, England felt like it was a sin to bring it up. This was also why he never liked talking about Jean D' arc with France. That was a subject that would ruin him for days on end.

After bringing up World War 2 with Germany, England decided to cut all conversations he could have with the German man. He didn't want to bring it up again. So the day went on in silence.

Germany was the kind of man who liked silence but it was getting to become disturbing. This was only because England willingly became quiet to shut up about Ludwig being a Nazi. The German nation felt as though it was a very unnecessary silence. He didn't need England caring like that. Sure being called a Nazi hurt him greatly but to stop conversing in general just because of it, irked him.

"England," began Germany, causing the Englishman beside him to look his way. "Our fights have really been getting us nowhere. We should probably find a way to get along so we don't have this problem in the near future."

England glanced away. "I guess."

Germany nodded. "Good, then we should both agree on which way we should continue going."

The Brit hummed in agreement before turning back to stare at the German man. Suddenly, his emerald eyes grew wide. Sitting atop Germany's head was something small and yellow. England gaped. "G-Germany, did you somehow turn into your brother while I wasn't looking."

"Why would you ask such a ridiculous question?"

"There's a bloody yellow bird on your head!"

Germany's eyes widened. "There's a what?!" Quickly he reached over his head and grabbed onto the object that sat there. He pulled his hands down only to come face to face with …

"Gilbird?" he muttered.

"Is that what your brother calls him?" questioned England. "How in the world did he get here?"

Germany frowned. "He must've been sucked in with big bruder. Hmm …"

"Wait, does this mean we have to keep him?" wondered England. "Because I know nothing about a bird's diet."

Germany shrugged. "Can't say I know anything either … but … he should be fine with finding his own food. Believe it or not this bird is smart."

"A pet of your brother's? Smart? I find that very hard to believe."

At this, Germany shook his head. "No, it's true. This bird … is a terrifying creature …"

England cocked an eyebrow. "Why do you sound so dramatic all of a sudden?"

"… Around fifteen years ago, I remember big bruder and his friends were home alone and I was at a diplomatic meeting …"

"Oh great, a story."

"When I had arrived home, I found my brother had practically drank the beer cabinet dry. He even had the guts to get drunk off of one of my favorite brands. Once I got my hands on him, I gave him the lecture of his life time. It lasted until mid-afternoon the next day. That same night when I had gone to bed, I had found Gilbird in my room. I thought it was probably a hallucination because I had taken a swig just a few minutes before," Germany paused. "But it wasn't. The next day I found my hair had been braided, my lips covered in red lipstick, my clothes scattered across the floor and a few ripped apart. The worst part about it was that Gilbird was still there! He stood on my windowsill and stared straight into my eyes before flying out the room and heading towards Gilbert!"

"So you're telling me that the bird did that to you?" questioned England.

"I am not crazy. I know what I saw and I know for a fact that it was this bird in my hands."

"… If you say so …"

"You don't believe me."

"… What? Of course I do."

"No you don't."

"…"

"…"

England then sighed. "Alright, I don't believe you. It just seems ridiculous. But because you never really were a ridiculous person like some countries we know *cough * France *cough* Italy, I will give you the benefit of the doubt."

Germany scowled at the man before turning back towards the yellow bird. "Starting from today onwards, we are having a truce. I won't harm you for what you did fifteen years ago and you won't disturb me ever again. Do we have a deal?"

Gilbird stared up at the German man before giving a cute nod and escaping his grasp to sit atop his head once more. England just stood there gaping. "Y-You were talking to a bird!"

"Yes, yes I was. But I don't regret it entirely," stated Germany. "Trust me this bird is a good ally and will be counted on in the near future."

England groaned. "Whatever. Let's just keep moving."

"Yes, let's. My Italy senses are tingling."

That night, England dreamt of an army of Gilbirds coming to get him.

P.S. Did anyone see Toph in the Legend of Korra?! I love how she still acts the same.

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(^I actually have no idea why I keep typing in caps ...)

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