I DON'T OWN HETALIA. BUT I do own Erwerb (my Antarctica OC) and Izek (His caretaker).
THIS FIC IS LIKE GETTING SERIOUS. I PROMISE AFTER THIS CHAPPIE, IT WILL START GOING BACK TO NORMAL ;n;
SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I GOT WRITER'S BLOCK. oAo||
-Gilbert's P.O.V.-
Kesese~! I hope he doesn't get lost while I'm gone. I gotta find something to give him!
Gilbert looked through shop windows to find something that the timid Canadian might like.
He passed a small toystore that you could miss if you blinked your eyes. Gilbert strolled into the store looking around at the toys. There were cute little kittens, snuggly puppies, but nothing that Gil could see that would fit his Birdie perfectly.
"Hello, sir. Would you like some help?" A small voice asked Gilbert.
He turned around to find a little boy,who was clutching a small orca plush, staring at him.
"Sure kid. Do ya' know you're toys very well?" I smirked at the child.
"Sure mister, I gotsa' whole bunch at home!" The little pale haired boy said excitedly.
"What do you think I should get for a person who's quiet, timid, sweet, and awesome?"
"Well...hmmmm..." The small child ran off, deeper into the store and grabbed two puff balls.
"Well, I think this one would fit your friend." He held up a fluffy white polar bear. "And this one seemed to fit you." The boy handed over a smaller yellow ball of fluff, that resembled a little chick.
"Erwerb, come on now!"
"Well, see ya' mister!" And with that, the child ran off to his caretaker telling him about what a big help he was and waved back at me.
Gilbert looked at the toys in his hand... well, they were kinda cute. And fluffy.
"I'm sure Matt will love this!" Gilbert paid for the small plushes and placed the small chick on his head.
Oh Gott, how am I gonna say this to him... I just can't be too straightforeward... that'd be too creepy. Umm... how about 'Hey Matt, I've only really known you for like two days, but I think I might like you. A LOT. But seeing how you probably aren't gay as a rainbow, I doubt you would go out with the awesome me.'
...
Shit. That ain't gonna work.
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Screw it. I'll just wait to tell him, but give him the little bear as a 'gift'.
What the hell am I thinking. He'll know I'm up to something. Gott this love crap is so confusing.
I walked, thinking about the possibilities of what he'll say to me, toward the last place I saw him. The bookstore. I can just see his cute little face, eyebrows knotted in concentration.
I walked into the bookstore, the stuffed bear in my arms.
I'm just going to ask him out and give it to him! Yeah! Because I'm AWESOME~! I wonder where my little bird is...
Matthew wasn't anywhere close to the opening of the bookstore, so I just kinda strolled around, inconspicuously browsing through the collections of books.
"So, you'll be there tomorrow?"
Ah! My little bird! I have found you at last!
Sneaking through the bookshelves, I followed Matt's voice.
"Of course! I wouldn't miss a chance like that!"
I paused behind a bookshelf, just behind where Matthew was. Who the heck is he talking to?
"Okay, did you get my number from that note I slipped in your locker?"
WHAT? Some guy gets Birdie's number, but I don't? What is this maddness?
"Heh, sorry, but no. I guess it got caught between my books."
Yeah. Serves you right, loser. Should I come out from behind here? Or should I leave them be?
"Here, I'll write it down again."
Matt, why would you do that? He could secretly be a rapist! Or... he could be a...a... CRACK DEALER! Yeah!
"I'll be sure not to lose it this time."
"Pff, you better not!" I could hear Matthew scoff and let out a small giggle.
Okay. That's enough. I can't stand this any longer. I have to see if Birdie's with a safe person!
I shot out from behind the bookshelf, only to let out a muffled choke.
...
.
...
Matthew was hugging the stranger. And smiling. ...
I dropped the random book in my hand and ran.
BUM BUM BUUUUMMM! CLIFFHANGER ENDING.
I'LL TRY TO TYPE SOME MORE LATER.
Can you guess who Matthew was talking to?
it'sactuallyprettyobvious ;u;