Chapter warnings- Strong language and Prussia's ego. -_-

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Chapter 3 - He's (not) cute

Gilbert awoke the next day feeling even more stiff than he ever had being in his life. After doing a few stretches to wake his body he threw on a white button up shirt and some black trousers. Deciding to go down stairs. As he approached the kitchen he smelt something nice cooking. When he entered he seen Toris standing near the oven reading a book as a timer ticked away next to him. Up on noticing the Germans presence Toris looked up closing his book.

"Hello Gilbert"

"Hey Lithuania what you cooking?"

Lithuania internally groaned at his loss of peace.

"Lunch" Toris went back to look at his book. Toris didn't really like Gilbert that much in fact he hated him. Gilbert would always bully Toris as a child and Toris couldn't understand why Russia would want him around. If he remembered correctly, Gilbert bullied Russia as well. Toris was more than hopeful to see the German leave the room.

"Good i'm hungry, why did you not wake me for breakfast"

Toris sighed looks like I will never finish this book he thought as he placed the book down on the counter.

"Russia's orders, you need rest" 'Now please go away'.

"Ah where is that fat ass anyway"

Toris jumped back so hard he bounced of the counter. Even though the Russian wasn't home tremors of fear ripped through him as he thought about how mad Ivan would get at that comment. Gilbert noticed this and was confused as to why Toris was so scared.

"Did you just see a ghost or is my awesome just that overwhelming Ksesesese"

Toris was not impressed by Gilbert attitude. "Gilbert I-I sug-gest you ne-ever mak-ke ru-rude comme-ents about Mr R-Russia's weight again."

Gilbert took note of the fear in Toris's voice and took his advice. "Fine I won't. Not like he could hurt the awesome me anyway"

The rest of the time until lunch was spent silently as Toris certainly had no intention of getting into trouble because of Gilbert, and wished to cease conversation. Gilbert on the other hand got bored with the silence but stayed because he was hungry. Just as the timer went off, Ivan walked into the kitchen.

"Mmmm I smell Pirozhki" Ivan smiled taking a seat next to Gilbert who glared at him in return.

"Yes mister Russia they are almost done. Gilbert will you get Raivis and Eduard, they are sorting the Garage."

Gilbert happy to get away from the intimidating Russian jumped up and ran to the garage. When he arrived he found it to be full of stacked boxes. He swerved around in the maze of boxes when he spotted Eduard and Raivis.

"Hey you guy lunch is ready"

Raivis jumped up happily "Yay I hope mister Russia isn't home his so scary and mean." Eduard told raivis off and told him to be careful what he says causing Raivis to break out into shivers. Gilbert agreed with Raivis, but keep silent remembering his earlier conversation with Toris. Pushing the thought aside he followed the them to get food.

Lunch was tasty but uneventful. Most the talking was done by Ivan as no one else dared to say anything unless spoken to. Gilbert found him self curious as to why the Baltics are always so scared of Ivan. He can't be that scary right? Once the plates where cleaned up and put away the Baltics went of to do more chores leaving Ivan and Gilbert alone in the kitchen.

"Shall we get you started on some chores then"

Gilbert growled at the idea but should have known it wouldn't be a free ride. He was considering telling the Russian no, but changed his mind.

'If i'm going to be living here it only fair I do my part... soon Russia will be cleaning my floors ksesesese.'

"Fine" Gilbert got up and followed Ivan to a wash room. It had racks for drying clothing littered around the edges. In the middle was a big metal tub filled with soapy water. Next to it was two piles of clothing.

"You will be taking the jobs of doing the laundry, putting away the clothing, as well as replacing the bedding. Just in case you don't know wash white first then coloured so the whites don't stain. I have ask Toris to sort them into piles this time but next time you will do them on your own. I will be back in an hour to see how well you are doing." and with that Ivan left.

Growling at being treat like a child Gilbert rolled his sleeves up and picked up the first item that happened to be a pair of boxer. Curious of whose boxers he was holding he took a closer look. After deductive reasoning he found out they where Russia's, the embroidered sunflower didn't give it away at all. He kinda expected Russia's pants to be bigger than this.

"Guess his not as fat as I thought, but still very fat. Ksesesese" Gilbert just sat there staring at them.

'Bet he looks cute in them.' Gilbert quickly dunked the undergarments into the water to try and forget what he just thought. 'Russia is not cute I never would say that! His fat, ugly and not awesome. i'm just still a bit confused from this whole DDR thing that's it.' Gilbert continued with a slight blush on his face as he cleaned the rest of the laundry.

"Fat asshole" he groaned as he picked up one of Russia's uniform tops and dunked it in the water.

When Ivan came back an hour later he was surprised to find all the laundry done he was sure that Gilbert would procrastinate.

"Well done Gilbert" Ivan placed a hand on the Germans shoulder. This made Gilbert think about his early thought. Gilbert pushed his hand of and faked being angry to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm not a child I can do something as simple as washing laundry!" Turning his back to Ivan.

"Naw! Don't be mad I just though it would take longer that's all" Ivan was poking Gilbert desperately trying to get his attention.

'Cute' Gilbert thought again imminently slapping him self for it. He stormed off leaving Ivan confused to why.

A few hours later

Gilbert wished Ivan would quit his persistent knocking and asking of if he was okay. Since the incident Gilbert has being locked in his room trying to ignore the Russian. Every 5 minutes than man bothered him and it was starting to get on his nerves.

When the door was knocked again Gilbert almost screamed. 'God his like a child trying to make their mad mother forgive them.' He instantly thought of Ivan crying his eyes out and screaming at the door for forgiveness. He couldn't help but laugh loudly.

Ivan on the other hand was not very happy. He had asked Gilbert if he would like chocolate to make him happy only to here a loud howling laugh through the door.

"Your just selfish!" Ivan screamed throwing the chocolate on the floor, running to his bed room and slamming the door. He jumped under his covers curling up in a ball. Telling him self he wouldn't cry because of the German, but failing as tiers fell down his face.

'How could he be so heartless.'

Meanwhile Gilbert was confused to Ivan's sudden mood swing. Opening the door he seen a broken chocolate bar on the floor. 'Did he buy me this'. Gilbert picked it up putting it in his pocket and went back on his bed. 'Why did he get upset?'

Gilbert tried to figure it out but after 15 minutes got a head ache from it. Taking the chocolate bar out of his pocket he unwrapped it and took a bite. 'Hey this is really nice.'

Time skip

Ivan awoke from the third nightmare that night. Looking at the time he seen it was 7am. He had an hour till breakfast and decided to take a shower and made his way to his privet bathroom. Taking off his clothes, he hopped in the shower and allowed the hot water to burn his scar covered skin. After a long wash he got out, towel drying his body and hair before going back to his bedroom to get some clothing on.

Putting on a red woollen jumper and some black trousers, he went over to get his scarf off the bed. Putting it on he seen it was 7:45am and decided to head down early and ask Toris if he could bring his breakfast to his room. Not wanting to see Gilbert after yesterdays events.

Opening his door he looked down to find an empty chocolate wrapper on the floor, picking it up he turned it over to find a note:

Russia the chocolate was very nice. Sorry if I upset you. - The awesome Prussia

Meanwhile Gilbert was stressing about the note. Why did he feel bad for the commie. Hated him. The ass hole took him away from his brother and was forcing him to do his dirty work. He hadn't slept all night torn between taking back the note or leaving it there.

'No i'm going out there right now and i'm burning it.'

Pulling the door open he quickly closed it again. It was too late now. When he looked out there he seen Ivan smiling with note in hand.

'Thanks a lot nice side of me. Now he thinks give a shit about his feelings.'

Ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him he did care, he fell on the bed and grabbing his pillow and throwing it in anger.

Ivan smiled at seeing Gilbert had seen him read the note.

He does care.

Ivan then happily made his way to breakfast.

Breakfast was very silent but Gilbert found it very uncomfortable. He felt like his tasty breakfast was being wasted as a certain never ending stare from a certain fat ass Russian was putting him off his food. Ivan had finished his food 3 minutes ago and it was only him at the table still as everyone else finished and went of to do chores.

"Would you mind not staring at me"

"Why not, its my house da, I do what I want"

"And I will starve if you don't stop staring at me" Gilbert was now playing with the porridge. He wanted to finish it but not with him around.

"You can eat while I stare" Ivan then wanted to step it up a notch. Determined to irritate the German. Getting up from his chair Ivan walk behind Gilbert and started breathing on his neck.

Gilbert jumped at this knocking his bowl clean across the table. Ivan satisfied with his work whispered in his ear

"That note was very nice Gilbert. I am glad you enjoyed my treat"

after that he walked of towards his study leaving a very angry and confused German behind.

Gilbert picked up the broken bowl and started on cleaning up the wasted food. 'Ugly fucker. Why can't he just die of all that vodka already.'

Walking away from a job well done Gilbert went about his chores for the day. Starting with putting some of the washing away. Vowing to take revenge for his murdered food!

Authors note: Thanks for reading the chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Also for those who don't know Pirozhki its a bun/pastry often with meat inside.

Eduard - Estonia

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