A/N: First off, I would like to thank my beta reader: Amethyst Asheryn cause she's fantastic! haha Anywhos, I hope you enjoy the second chapter as much as the first!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Warnings: AU OOC. So please if you don't like, then don't read. Do not complain that they are OOC, because I warned you TWICE.

Rages

Chapter 2: A Night Out

Gilbert was rudely awoken late in the afternoon the next day. He groaned and rolled over to his screaming phone, picked it up and saw the caller I.D. It was his brother, Ludwig; whatever he wanted could wait, so he let it go to voicemail as he fell prey to the bed's warmth once again. As he continued slumbering his phone started screaming again. He finally answered the phone and yelled in the receiver.

"WHAT?"

A deep chuckle came through the line. "I see you're a morning person."

"Shit, Ivan, I'm sorry about that," Gilbert said with embarrassment.

"It's alright, I was just calling to tell you that I can't make lunch today." A hint of sadness crept into his voice.

"Oh, well that's fine, maybe tomorrow?" Gilbert suggested.

Ivan laughed again. "I'll make it up to you, we'll go out for drinks tonight!"

"Are you sure? I mean, don't you have work?"

"No, tomorrow is Saturday. I don't work on the weekends unless I have to..." Ivan paused and then spoke to someone on his side of the phone. "My regrets, but I must go. I'll come get you around half past nine. See you then."

"Yeah, okay. Bye."

Gilbert clicked the end button on his phone. What was he to do with himself for the remainder of the day? 'I could go shopping,' he thought. 'I'm in need of some new clothes anyways.' With that decided, he started getting ready to go shopping. 'Aw shit, I don't have a car!' he stood in the middle of his room looking clueless. 'Wait, doesn't Ludwig own a motorcycle?' Gilbert quickly rushed down to the garage and flung the door open. He flipped the light on and sitting in the garage was the motorcycle. 'Score!' he mentally jumped for joy.

Transportation dilemma solved, Gilbert quickly finished preparing and re-entered the garage, picking up the helmet and keys in the process. He opened the garage door and then graced the bike with his presence. He caressed the fuel tank and smiled sadly at it; it brought back memories from the past when he was happy with Matthew. He shook his head and hopped on.

After reaching the mall, he took his helmet off and let his hair rustle in the breeze. 'What a nice day,' he smiled. He walked through the sliding doors, to a noisy and over-crowded building. 'Now I remember why I seldom come to the mall,' he groaned. He hated all these people in such a small area at once; it made him feel claustrophobic. He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and brushed through the sea of people. He walked in and out of stores, finding a shirt here and pants there.

After successfully buying clothes to his satisfaction he left. He walked out to his motorcycle and then stopped dead in his tracks. 'SHIT!' he mentally yelled. 'Where the hell am I going to put all these bags?' He continued to sta-…glare at the motorcycle, somehow wishing it could carry all of this stuff.

He then heard a familiar voice call his name, "Gil!" He turned around to see his ex-boyfriend's brother, Alfred F. Jones, the most irritating man in the world. "What're you doing here?"

He inwardly groaned; he could not stand the American, though luckily for him Arthur Kirkland was there with him. "I'm shopping, but I forgot that I was driving a motorcycle," he sighed.

"Really?" Alfred laughed at him.

Arthur stepped in. "Let me speak on behalf of this bloody twit. Would you like us to take them home for you?"

"Yeah that'd be great!" Gilbert exclaimed. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We're just visiting for fun," Arthur stated. He grabbed Gilbert's bags and quickly loaded them into the trunk. "You'll have to show us the way."

Gilbert waited, motorcycle idling, as Alfred and Arthur piled into their car. Then the two vehicles took off down the street.

After arriving at Ludwig's house, Arthur and Alfred helped carry in the bags. They deposited them in the living room, said their goodbyes and departed. Gilbert looked over to the bags. 'Well at least I got some new clothes,' he thought. He dragged all the bags to his room and unloaded them into his closet. After finally being satisfied with where the clothes were, he ventured to the couch and closed his eyes. 'Just a short nap,' he yawned.

A banging sound awoke Gilbert later in the day. 'What the?' he looked around and found the noise coming from the front door. 'Shit,' he glanced at the clock; it was already half past nine. He quickly rushed up to grab the door.

"Hey Ivan, sorry about that," Gilbert said as he opened the door.

Said man laughed, "Have you been sleeping all day?"

"W-what? No!" Gilbert's face reddened.

"All is well," Ivan smiled. "Let's go have some drinks now!"

Gilbert nodded and followed the man out of the house to his car. Ivan started the car and they sped off to the bar. They parked in the parking lot and walked into the bar.

"What do you usually drink?" Gilbert asked as they took empty seats along the bar.

"A vodka martini," Ivan mused. "Unless I'm feeling like having fun, I'll do shots."

"All right then, shots it is!" Gilbert grabbed the bar tender and ordered their shots. After their fourth round of shots, Gilbert looked a little worse for wear. His blood-red eyes were starting to glaze over and his speech was becoming slurred. Ivan, on the other hand, was perfectly fine.

"Ivan, man, you can sure hold your drinks," Gilbert slurred.

"Well what do you expect from a Russian?" he laughed.

"I think it's time to call it a night, those lights are making my head hurt," Gilbert laughed.

Ivan stood up from the bar stool, helping Gilbert wobble to the door. "Don't pass out on me now."

"Yeah, I won't," Gilbert continued to slur. He dug into his pockets for his house key. "Ivan, I think I forgot to grab my house key when we left."

"You can stay with me then," Ivan smiled. Gilbert nodded and slumped into the seat of the car.

He wasn't aware of the passage of time. He was just aware that suddenly Ivan was out of the car again, looming in the frame of Gilbert's open door. "Gilbert, wake up, I need you to walk to the house with me."

"Can't you just carry me?"

"Yes, but you can walk too." Ivan held out his hand. Gilbert started pouting and then grabbed Ivan's hand.

"Hey, Ivan, did I ever tell you that you're really handsome?" Gilbert asked as he leaned on said man's shoulder.

"If memory serves me right, no," Ivan smiled.

"Well you are," Gilbert smiled back at Ivan.

"Thank you." Ivan opened the door to his spacious apartment and walked to his room. Gilbert sauntered over to the bed and curled up in it. Ivan smiled at him and then turned to exit the room.

"Ivan, where're you going?" Gilbert called.

"I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," Ivan replied, already halfway out the door.

"Nooooo," Gilbert whined. "Sleep with me."

Ivan laughed, "And how would you react in the morning?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

Ivan just shook his head. "I'll see you in the morning." He closed the door and went to the couch.

As tempted as he was to crawl into bed with Gilbert, he knew he couldn't. He couldn't even begin to imagine Gilbert's reaction, though a part of him wanted to see it. He wandered over to the couch and plopped down. 'At least I can fit comfortably,' he thought. With the spare pillow and blanket that he grabbed on the way there, he closed his eyes to sleep.

The next morning, Gilbert awoke, sitting up slowly and ruffling his hair. He looked around the room. 'Where the hell am I?' he slowly stood from the bed. He looked down; he was still fully clothed, so nothing wild had happened last night. It still didn't explain why he was here. He walked to the door and grasped the handle, turning it and walking out to enter a lavish living room. 'Okay, just WHO lives here?' He then heard a sound coming from the couch, and cautiously walked over. He found Ivan lying on the couch, blanket half covering him and the rest on the floor. Gilbert took a moment to drink in the image; his shirt was exposing his pale and well-toned abs. 'I bet the rest of him looks even better,' Gilbert flushed bright red. 'Why must I be thinking these things?'

Gilbert was then caught in a fierce debate with himself: wake the man or let him rest? He really wanted to get home though. Gilbert stared at his sleeping face, silently hating himself for what he was about to do. He stretched his arm out and grabbed onto Ivan's shoulder, gently shaking him awake. The man groaned and tried to escape Gilbert's shaking, but finally pried his eyes open. He found himself looking into Gilbert's blood-red eyes; they were so breath taking, even after all the times he had seen them they had found a way to warm his heart.

"Good morning Gilbert," Ivan smiled.

"Y-yeah morning," Gilbert mumbled.

"I suppose you want to go home, da?" Ivan sat up, pulling his shirt back down.

"Yeah, it would be nice." Gilbert sat down next to him.

"All right, let me get ready then."

Gilbert nodded as Ivan walked into his bedroom. After a few minutes Ivan returned in sweats and t-shirt. Gilbert blushed. He had never seen him out of his business attire and the way those sweats hung low on his hips, it didn't do his mind any justice. 'Oh man, I HAVE to stop thinking about him like this. I mean he's just a friend, who I happen to like a lot, but damnit!' Gilbert shouted with anger in his head.

"Let's get going, da?" Ivan asked as he walked to the door.

"S-sure," Gilbert stuttered and followed after.

After Ivan dropped Gilbert off he left and told him that he had a great time. Gilbert called Ludwig to ask if there was a spare key. He was laughed at and then told that the garage door was always unlocked. He angrily yelled at his younger brother and hung up, stomping off to the garage.

He entered his room and took a shower. After his shower he was wandering around in his boxers and a beater. He entered the kitchen, looking for something to eat and found frozen pancakes. He re-heated them and shoveled them down his throat with syrup. There was then a knock at the door, he walked out of the kitchen and went to the door.

"Ivan? What did you come back for?" He asked as he opened the door, but it was not Ivan who was at the door. "Wha-what are you doing here Matthew?"

"You seem displeased to see me," he mused.

"Of course I am you bastard! After what you did to me!" Gilbert growled.

Matthew laughed at him. "Aren't you even going to invite me in?" Instead of waiting to be let in Matthew barged in, pushing Gilbert aside. "What're you doing? Hiding in your brother's house?"

Gilbert whirled around to face him, "Leave, get out. Now!"

Matthew laughed at him and continued to stand his ground. "Make me."

Gilbert was about to shout back when he felt something slip onto his shoulders, he whipped around to beat the hell out of whoever it was. Instead of doing so he found Ivan standing behind him.

"What the? What're you doing here?" Gilbert asked.

"You left your jacket at my apartment and I wanted to return it. The front door was wide open, you shouldn't do that often," Ivan gestured to the door. "Have I interrupted?"

"No, not really," Gilbert whispered.

"And who is this?" Matthew sneered.

Ivan held out his hand and smiled, "Ivan Braginski, nice to meet you." Matthew was not smiling; nor was he pleased to meet the man.

~end chapter~

A/N: Yeah, shit is about to go down. Be expecting it! More twists and turns next chapter. I've also set up an update schedule so that the new chapters will be up every Sunday.

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Chapter 3: A Departure and an Arrival

"How can you expect to let him in, when you won't tell him what happened? I mean he's clearly worried about you!" Ludwig yelled at Gilbert.

"I don't want him to see me like that, I'm a better person now," Gilbert argued. "I'm not the man I was when I was with him!"

"Just tell him," Ludwig urged. "He'll understand."