A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been in a combination of busy and lazy. So sorry… I've also spent my time writing non-fanfiction stuff and another oneshot. It's called "Promise Me", about North Italy remembering Holy Rome. If you want to see a little moment of Angry! Veneciano, check it out!
I'm watching a Hetalia seiyuu event on YouTube and my God, Chibitalia just did a frighteningly good imitation of Prussia. O.o
I just took a Hetalia quiz not too long ago and posted it on my profile page. Apparently I get a full 10/10 for France, trumping every other nation. O.O Oh and oui, I DO NOT OWN Hetalia, because if I did… I don't know. But I don't, so… I still don't know. /is feeling not creative for a second there/
Introducing the great Prueßen!
Gilbert Beilschimdt first looked up, then down, to his right, to his left, before warily stepping out of the dorm. Quietly making his way towards the exit of the building, he snickered to himself. I can't wait to see the look on that stupid Russian's face when he walks into the Government lecture tomorrow.
Truth be told, this wasn't the first time he had pranked his Russian classmate, Ivan Braginsky. And really, Ivan was one among many of the unlucky souls who fell victim to one of Gilbert's infamous foolproof practical jokes. Not one single time did his pranks fail. Well, that one time with the Austrian student didn't count, because seriously, he had Elizaveta Hédérvary on his side, and no one screws around with her. Unless they wanted to skip out on classes for the entire week because of major injury.
Elizaveta was Gilbert's childhood friend, and to be honest, he liked hanging out with her. Before she met that stuffy Austrian student and changed completely. After she began dating that aristocrat, it was like some alien took her place. No more going out in the woods, no more pranking people together and laughing at the looks of the victims' faces. Suddenly, she was interested in sewing and tidying up, in cooking and studying. She stopped eating anything with her hands unless it was some dainty little finger food. She changed so much, and Gilbert wanted it to end so they could go have some real fun together again.
However, he has been stuck pulling his pranks alone for quite awhile in World Academy. Sure, he'd have some good times teaming up with some French student but that was only sometimes, and he really missed Eliza's wild, adventurous side. He wasn't in love with her or anything, no way, hooking up with tons of different girls was much too fun to pass up. However, she was the German's good friend and he missed her.
Gilbert sighed as he opened up the door of the building. My God, senior year and I'm already all sentimental. What's wrong with me?
Something bumped into the albino boy as he started to walk into the dirt pathway. Gilbert riveted his body around, about to shout an insult towards the careless person, but froze at the person who too, paused and turned to face him.
"E-Eliza?" he managed to stammer out, astonished. "Why are you, I mean, what did this to yo-"
"Shut up!" she barked, tears streaming down her face. She reached a hand up to rub one of her glistening eyes, but to no avail. "Just- oh, I'm sorry!" she cried out, running towards the girl's dorm building.
"Wait! Eliza!" Gilbert started to move towards the dorm after her, but halting immediately before dashing abruptly in the other direction. Holy shit- if Eliza's on her period again, Gilbird will be scraping me off the walls, floors, ceilings, EVERYWHERE.
He continued on like that for about half an hour, just walking around the campus without a thought, before running into his "arch-nemesis", as Francis would joke sometimes. And it wasn't enemy, really, Gilbert would swear, he just wanted to kick the damn aristocrat in the balls sometimes. Okay, maybe a lot of times.
"Oi Roddy! Just the little boy I wanted to see!" The albino boy exclaimed cheerily. Said Austrian junior, Roderich Edelstein, turned to face him from his seat on a worn, brick red bench. He immediately turned his nose up and sniffed arrogantly before turning his head away. "Yes, what is it Gilbert?" He huffed, emphasizing on the albino's name as if it were one of his pretty little pastries gone horribly wrong.
Gilbert walked up to the Austrian before crouching down to stare him in the eye. He gave him a leer, then began his interrogation. "What'd you do?"
Roderich darted his gaze away from the young man in front of him. "I have no idea what you are talking about. You need to be more specific, simpleton."
"Oh? I was thinking of making that pretty little nose of yours bleed all day today. If you continue like this, I might even be able to fulfill my daydream!" Gilbert chirped merrily. He then lowered his voice in menace once more. "As I said, what'd you do? Alright, I'll even be specific. What did you do to make a certain Hungarian friend of mine bawl her eyes out?"
Roderich fidgeted for a few seconds, before taking great interest in his shoes. "I didn't do anything." He paused, stealing a glance at Gilbert's ruby eyes before continuing. "If I have to honestly say, she did something to me."
"Then tell me," Gilbert growled. "Why is she the one running to her dorm crying her eyes out, while you're the one lazing around on a bench, about as distressed as a corpse?"
"That's because-" Roderich sighed, before confessing. "She broke up with me."
Gilbert literally jumped three feet in the air- he was very athletic. He grabbed a bit at his snowy white hair before screeching out, "You what?!"
"I said, I just got dumped. She told me she would rather stay true to herself, that she didn't want to feel like she had to act differently because of some guy she was dating. I suppose she-" However, Roderich didn't get to complete his statement, seeing as a certain German was pointing a finger in his face, using the other one to clutch at his side due to the fact he was laughing so hard.
"Oh my God, that's freakin' awesome!" Gilbert was able to holler out after his laughing had died down. "Serves you right!" he shouted excitedly in the other boy's face before sprinting away to break the good news to Gilbird back at his dorm.
Although an uncivilized action, I have quite the strong urge to kick him in the balls. Roderich thought, aggravated, as he watched the German's back disappear to the other side of the campus.
He broke the good news to Gilbird, who merely chirped furiously at him, irritated at being awoken from his nap in his owner's comfy pillow. Gilbert let him stay in his room to go back to sleep before bounding around happily all across the campus. Screw that Government quiz he had tomorrow, this mood was too AWESOME to put down!
Sometime during his time bounding around campus, (which really was just running and jumping and hooting) he bumped into yet another person- he was known to be quite careless, wasn't he?
He heard a chuckle and a noise of discontent after pulling away. He turned around to face the pair he had just run into, a broad grin immediately making it's way onto his face at seeing who it was.
"Francis! How've ya' been doin'?" he cried out energetically. "And Toni! How's it been goin'?"
"I'm fine, but you seem to be high in spirits as well." A smiling Francis replied with serenely.
"Yes, I've been okay. What's got you so hyped up at 11 am?" Antonio answered with an exhausted smile. Gilbert laughed, before suggesting, "It's a bit early for the bar, but do you want to go hang out at Hamburger Street for some coffee?"
"Alright," Francis chirped, Antonio looking as if he was to protest, before silently nodding his head in agreement.
Hamburger Street was the school's café, situated on the very edge of campus, run by two North American brothers. One was from the United States, whilst the other was raised in Canada. Apparently their mother was in the line of executive business and the CEO of some company, which meant 1. They were filthy rich and 2. One of them, Alfred, wanted to travel around their mother's homeland, America, with her on their mother's business trips.
He was born during one of his mother's business trips on American soil, therefore an American citizen, just like his mother. However, his older brother, Matthew, was born while she was in Canada to visit her boyfriend. Therefore, Matthew was a Canadian citizen, and was raised by his father there. Alfred insisted on traveling with his mother, so he was raised in America, growing up with the American way. He took up his mother's surname, his brother keeping their father's name. He got sent to a fancy private school in England during his high school years, before being accepted into World Academy. His Canadian brother chose to stay in Canada for his schooling, but finally decided to go along with his brother to World Academy. Together, they opened up the café, with funds from their mother and persuasion towards the school. Alfred insisted on calling the place "Hamburger Street", and served probably the best burgers anybody at World Academy had ever eaten. (Except for the Indian boy who refused to try them, although he looked tempted for a bit.)
The rest of the menu looked like a typical café menu, with little pastries, coffee, and different kinds of refreshing drinks. It was a popular place to go, the hang out spot on campus. (So much more people flooded towards the night clubs and the pub outside school grounds.)
"Maybe we should go ask dear Arthur if he would like to accompany us," Francis purred.
"MY VODKA! IT'S BEEN POURED DOWN THE DRAIN!"
"Nope, no time for that!" Gilbert yelped before grabbing his friends' arms and
running off towards Hamburger Street at a pace that would have made an Italian proud.
A/N: Don't make an Italian proud by running away from the little blue button! (or purple, I suppose, for the colorblind) Reviews are better than love AND a good doujin! Wait, what am I saying?! GIVE ME DOUJINS AND AMOUR! AND REVIEWS! /crazy Hungarian yaoi fangirl heritage kicking in/
