Author's note: I don't own Hetalia, or any songs in here! Even though that'd be awesome.
You took your time walking to the house, but a few minutes later you were standing on Gilbert's front porch. You raised your had to knock on the door, when you heard a voice behind you.
"HEY YOU!" You turned to see a boy who looked very much like Feliciano (but very much angrier) storming towards you.
"Me?" You asked.
"Yes you! What are you doing at the potato bastard's house? You're not another screaming fan girl for his idiot fratello, are you?" At this comment, you burst out laughing. The boy looked at you for a moment, confused, before letting a hint of a smile light up his face.
"No, I actually don't prefer the band, and I'm really only here to ask Gilbert a quick question." The boy looked at you.
"Well then lets go inside so you can leave as soon as possible." He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. "Hey fratello!" he shouted once he had barged into the home and slammed the door behind him. "There was a pretty girl on the porch, maybe you should date her instead of the potato bastard!"
Feliciano poked his head around the corner. "VE~! (Your Name)! Lovi!" He ran over and gave both of you hugs, earning a giggle from you and a smack from the angry Italian, who you now knew as "Lovi."
"Hi Feli. Is Gilbert here?"
The Italian smiled. "He's in his room! Come on!" Feliciano hooked hi arm through yours and lead you upstairs with "Lovi" following close behind.
You walked into Gilbert's room to see the boy sitting on his bed with Francis, and Antonio sitting nearby in a chair.
"HEllo libeling!" quipped Gilbert as Francis stood up and wrapped his arm around your waist.
" 'Ello ma cheri" He said, his face dangerously close to yours.
Gilbert yanked the smiling blonde away form you by his hair and said angrily "Francis! Knock it off!"
Francis sat back down on the bed. "We apologize if Gilbert is cranky today. Yesterday was the first time ever that he DIDN'T bring someone home after the concert.
"No," said Antonio thoughtfully. "There was that rime a few months ago when we played at the football player's party…"
Francis sighed. "No, Antonio, he brought home Matthew Williams that day."
Antonio smiled "Oh yeah! That's right!"
You gaped at the two of them and turned towards Gilbert. "YOU'RE THE ASSHOLE WHO HAD THE ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MATTIE AND THEN BROKE HIS HEART?" Matthew Williams was one of your best friends, and a few months ago he showed up at your house crying over a guy who "humped and dumped" him. He never told you who the guy was though. Without waiting for a response, you slapped Gilbert as hard as was humanly possible across the face.
Author's note: How's that cliff hanger?
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