Meanwhile, Gilbert is still Awesome
The Hungarian woman finally ran out of breath, and decided the best course of action here would just be to leave her aristocrat husband to deal with Gilbert on his own for punishment. She is going to see if she could reschedule that spa appointment, and call her karate teacher to see if she could come in for some extra time tonight, and to break out the old Albino dolls again.
That left the Austrian and the self proclaimed Prussian alone in the room together. The Austrian sputtering and shaking his arms in a desperate attempt to get the disgusting sweat off of him.
"Uh, whatever. I will just have to get this dry cleaned later today after I activate the machine. I guess maybe the changing of the rotation of the earth will cause seismic difference in th-"
Roderich was cut off by the sharp nail sailing right into the strange hair that always sticks up and curls over. He jumped back and reached for the small black hair, happy to find that it had not been harmed. "Ruffian! What was that for, you insolent brat. And you even missed."
Gilbert smirked and swung his leg back and forth. His red eyes were glinting with self satisfaction as he used his finger to point behind Roderich's head. "Do not ever say the awesome me could miss. Because it is just not possible, loser. I will always get it right."
Roderich turned and looked behind him, and of course, there was the nail taught and ready to fire in the electrified wires connected to the magnet. It shot out from them, and embedded itself in his premium leather. He jumped on one foot as he held the other, cursing Gilbert out in every word he knows, and some he made up in his head. So this is what Elizaveta was complaining about when she told him about Gilbert. How could a man who spends the majority of his time as a fluffy domestic animal be such, well, an animal. Barbaric was he.
As he was hopping on one foot, his back hit the red button that Elizaveta had pushed earlier, releasing Gilbert to run amuck in his home. The Prussian immediately sprang from the restraints and punched Roderich in the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. Roderich grabbed a wrench and swung it at him, but Gilbert ducked down. Gilbert grabbed a smaller wrench that he found on the floor and smashed it into the Austrians foot, right on the nail, sending him grabbing it again. It was at that moment Roderich really wished he had gotten a technis shot.
Roderich shouted out in pain, as he threw a large battery at the Prussian teen, which he managed to jump over due to his relative shortness (One benefit of being a, previously malnourished, sixteen year old in a job like this.) and the cart went crashing into the window behind them, cracking through and plummeting to the ground below.
Roderich hopped over to the large lever nailed into the floor, and flipped it, making the room begin to fold over on itself and sunlight streamed in. "You are too late Gilbert the agent."
"Awesome."
"Sorry, my bad. Gilbert the idiot." Roderich said sarcastically, wrinkling his nose and rubbing his foot with his other foot. "Anyhow, you are too late to stop me."
The magnet rose from the ground and out onto the main floor, as did the specialized amplifier. They positioned themselves and aimed for the Hetalia State area as Roderich laughed and said, "quake in your soddy boots, brute, because you are about to lose. Watch as the unimaginable electromagnetic forces pull the sheets of metal, and the eastern seaboard, thereby reversing rotation of the-"
"Hey loser, if you quit your ranting you might see that this not going to work out so well for you." Gilbert said, standing up from where he had tripped on the ground and straightening his hat.
The two turned to the screen on the monitor embedded onto the magnet and saw as the crinkling sheets were ripped off the buildings and formed into one big ball hurtling at them.
"Well…that didn't work as expected."
"No shit Sherlock." Gilbert said with a laugh as he watched Roderich's prim and proper face go from stark white to scarlet within seconds like before as he watched the giant ball.
"You know, you are the sixteen year old here. I should not be having to tell you to watch your language." The Austrian informed Gilbert, turning to face him. Well, maybe if he just ignored this it will go away. Naive and ignorant a hope maybe, but well, it is all he's got right now.
"You're not my dad, jerk face." The Prussian stomped, throwing another wrench at the nail in Roderich's shoe, sending him sprawling back yet again.
"Well, I should have been, because whoever raised you sure did an awful job at it."
Gilbert's jaw dropped and he stared at the Austrian man with wide, slightly hurt although that was well covered up for, but mostly angered eyes. Oh no, he did not just talk about west that way.
"That's it!" Gilbert shouted, grabbing a frying pan off of Roderich's wife's stack. Seeing the red in Gilbert's eyes going from pink to blood red, showing the fires of hell that he is probably going to for saying what he just did, Roderich realized now might be a good time to run.
The two continued to fight, occasionally knocking into the amplifier, but that was not really the focus. Gilbert was a trained soldier. As the people back in headquarters say, "He was not a child who happened to be an agent, he was an agent who happened to be a child." But he had grown up in the spy group since his brother was one of the highest noncombatant members. So it only made sense that he was more than deadly.
"Stop, stop." Roderich yelled at the little fiend trying to kill him, dodging around the halfway destroyed room already but Gilbert did not stop. He was not going to until he avenged west.
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Arthur and Francis were still stuck at the grocery store with their parents. Their papa was digging through his pockets to try and find a store card, and their dad was looking at the packets of chocolates along the checkout counter. The two teens waited anxiously for them to be done, when they heard screams outside.
Francis pushed Arthur down as he ran outside, leaving Arthur to have to scramble to catch up. Bloody, French, frog; how dare he push him down. When he managed to meet the other outside, they caught a glimpse of the boys rushing by, their little friends in toe, and looked to each other at the same time. This time Arthur promptly pushed Francis down, stomped on his foot, and raced back inside chanting, "Dad, papa!"
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Back to Awesome
Gilbert finally had the dumb aristocrat pinned down by his arms. He has no clue as of what to do now since his agency had strict policy of no killing, no maiming and no causing irreparable bodily harm to others unless it is of a dire situation, and he really doubts that this counts as one.
He checked the screen out of the corner of his eye and saw that the ball of tin was just seconds from hitting them. And that was when his idea struck. They couldn't fault him since it wasn't him who is maiming the damn stuck up prick, it is the metal ball.
"Get off me heathen!" the Austrian screamed and kicked, but despite how fragile he looks, Gilbert had always been a strong boy. This was incredibly awkward and embarrassing for the 'young master' as his old agent, a horse from Poland, had called him. Apparently it is because he is a piano prodigy while being terrible at evil; much like his wife who is amazing at the fighting part but hates the whole concept of evil.
Gilbert stuck out his tongue and waited for the helicopter he saw getting closer and closer to them get into range of his grappling hook. As soon as it was, he shot it into the underbelly of the copter, and lassoed the other end of the rope around the magnet, like he had seen his latest owner due more than once.
He hopped off the man below him, which caused Roderich to heave a sigh of relief. Then Gilbert jumped on top of the giant magnet which got pulled out of the ground with a loud creak.
"Thank you, barbarian. Now please do not ever bother coming back again, idiot." Roderich yelled at the retreating air patrol. "Because I swear in my piano's name that if I have to deal with your insufferable-"
And that was when Héderváry evil incorporated got decimated by a two ton ball of tin foil. The only human voice to be heard yelling said, "Curse you Gilbert the Agent."
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As Arthur and Francis still tried to get their parents outside to see the blaringly obvious rollercoaster, Gilbert was up on the helicopter trying to save his owners from military school. He attached the magnet onto one of the parts of the track and waved the helicopter man to fly up. The man did as instructed, and the whole structure went into the air and off in the direction of one of the hundreds of amusement parks in Florida.
The two stepbrothers finally managed to get their parents outside, and showed it off to them proudly. The only problem was, the coaster was gone.
"See." Arthur said with a smug look on his face, pointing outwards without looking there himself. "I told you I wasn't batty."
Their parents looked at their sons, then outside, then back at their smiling sons, then back outside. The German father finally just sighed and said, "What exactly am I supposed to be looking at?"
The two sons whipped their heads around to look out at the parking lot, and sure enough, the only sign a structure of any sort had been here were some small holes in the ground.
"What?" Francis squinted at the pavement, tilting his head side to side. "What? This, this doesn't make any sense. It was right here. Right here?"
Their parents did not even spare a passing glance as they walked into the store again, and Arthur patted Francis's back saying, "You now see what I have had to put up with for the past sixteen years."
Francis was literally twitching where he stood, but forced himself to calm down. He will figure out what happened, he swears by it…in fact.
"Angleterre, would you like to make a deal."
Arthur looked at him warily, not liking where this was going. But curiosity took over and he said, "What kind of bet, frog."
Francis smiled and wrapped his arm around his new stepsibling (one of many he has now a days.) and said, "Well, you said that you have been at this little game for a while now. So let's say that whoever 'busts' our little brothers first gets to do whatever they want to the other."
Like usual, Arthur was forced to push Francis off him. Sick bastard. This was a very dangerous thing he would be agreeing to, he does not even want to think of what would happen if he lost. But on the other hand, if he wins, maybe he can get Francis kicked out of the house! His little brothers would be forced to stop their loud obnoxious builds, and probably be grounded so he also won't have to deal with their obnoxious friends. And then Francis will also be gone as fast as he arrived. He will be alone in quiet, blissful isolation.
"Deal."
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The two rivals parents cautiously stepped outside into the parking lot. They were extremely wary about getting into the middle of their sons argument, but there were frozens in the cart, so they needed to get home as quickly as possible.
As soon as they came, they were mobbed by their sons, just as they thought.
"Okay, so you think that Alfred and Matthew are still under that stupid tree in the backyard, yes?" Arthur asked his father. Who nodded in return.
"Well then come on." Francis started pulling Romulus towards his car, as Arthur dragged papa over as well. They both saw each other as the parents got in and glared. So, if this works, who gets the credit?
As if reading each other's mind, they slammed shut their parents door and raced over to their bicycles, putting on their helmets and taking off. A race to the house decides who wins the bet, and victor takes the spoils.
