I'm a horrible person… I'm sorry for not posting in such a long time! I got carried away with another fanfic which I don't think I'll be posting, but yeah… But, I finally got back on this one! I am really sorry though! Yay for spring break and being sick so I can type this!

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Chapter 6: Date with West

Sobs filled the room as Prussia finished telling Germany the rest of what went on over those years. He experienced more abuse and rape from Russia; this all caused the former country to break. Ivan got his wish of breaking the man, but not breaking the bond that Prussia held tightly to his brother. Gilbert also explained why he hid away for months when he did finally return. He felt like he couldn't face Ludwig for he was dirty. Prussia couldn't stop seeing the blood and Ivan's seed on him, no matter how he scrubbed his skin raw. Gilbert couldn't let his little brother see all that disgusting things on him. It took a lot of time for him to mentally tell him that it was gone, and that Germany didn't see what he saw. Germany silently held his brother as all of his brother's words sunk in. All those years and Germany didn't know what was going on. He felt like a useless brother, he couldn't even protect the one that he loved the most. Ludwig tightened his grip around Prussia as the sobs continued.

Eventually Prussia had calmed down and they both sat on the bed not looking at one another. Ludwig was still processing the story in shock. He never would have thought that Ivan would go so far as to rape Gilbert. Germany shook his head more to himself then anything. He could've stopped this all if he had only fought back, but he couldn't. Prussia's life was threatened if he did try and fight. He glanced over at his brother who too looked over. Their eyes locked onto one another. They were silent just staring. Gilbert blinked and then turned his gaze away. He felt horrible for telling his little brother everything; even how he begged for more while being raped by Russia. It was embarrassing and it made him feel unclean. He was too unclean to be this close to his ever neat brother. Prussia stood up from the bed headed to leave and lock himself up in his room. Germany watched him stand and hesitate before taking a step towards the door. Ludwig reached out and took hold of the albino's arm. Gilbert turned to look over his shoulder seeing his brother staring at the floor frowning. He was pulled gently back and into the younger German's lap. Prussia tensed in surprise, but then began to flail, "W-What are you doing, West?" Ludwig wrapped his arms around the thrashing Prussian. Prussia stopped moving and eased slightly but still retorted, "West, I'm dirty, please don't hold me."

"No." Germany nuzzled Prussia's neck not wanting to let go. Ever. Gilbert sat there silently in his captive's arms. Why wasn't Ludwig sickened by him? Anyone would if they heard that story. You dirty whore. You slut. Anyone would say those words to him knowing of what happened. They wouldn't care that he was raped, just the fact he had wanted more. Tears stung at red eyes as Prussia realized that his brother didn't care about that, and could see past the disgusting part of it. He saw how hurt Gilbert was from the experience, and he was there for him. Germany felt his brother's head drop and he gave a little squeeze. "Hey, you okay, Bruder?" Prussia's body shivered slightly as he held back the tears.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He placed his hand on Germany's. "Thank you. For everything." A gentle smile crossed Ludwig's face as he nuzzled white locks. Prussia too smiled slightly, "I love you."

"I love you too, Bruder." Gilbert frowned for a second, but then smiled again. He wanted West to love him more than brothers, but at the moment he could care less.

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Germany groaned as sunlight peered through the curtains of his room. He opened an eye to glance at the clock on his nightstand. It was seven o'clock; He opened his other eye staring at the clock. Ludwig sat up quickly and flung the covers off of him. He never slept in before; he had always gotten up at five to go out running, then a shower, make breakfast, clean anything that needed to be, and then went to his office by ten. Germany had a strict schedule and he liked to follow it every day. If he didn't, he just felt out of short and lost. He was about to leap from the bed when an arm flopped into his lap. Blue eyes stared at the arm and traveled up to its owner. A slumbering albino yawned as he nested into his pillow. Germany couldn't help but smile; his brother was cute when he was asleep. Ludwig sighed as he remembered; he was up late with Prussia just holding him. They both eventually did fall asleep, and that would be why Ludwig had slept in. He shrugged; the running and paper work could wait a day. Germany leaned forward and brushed a light kiss on his brother's head before retreating to the bathroom for a nice shower.

When Germany was clean and dressed for the day, he went to see if Gilbert was awake. A light chuckle escaped the German. Why would he even think that the former nation would be awake at this hour? It wasn't even nine yet; Prussia would still be asleep by two in the afternoon. Ludwig ran his fingers through his brother's hair watching him snore away. It was weird; normally he would be irritated with his brother for sleeping in all the time. Germany sighed silently as he backed away from the albino. His anger probably was pushed back after what he learned of what happened to his brother. He shook his head at the thought and headed downstairs to make some breakfast.

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The albino shifted in his sleep with a groan. His head was pounding for some reason. He cracked open an eye to see an empty blurry bed. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. The room was brightly lit with the sun shining through the windows. Prussia squinted and glanced over at the clock. It was only ten in the morning? Gilbert groaned and fell back onto the pillows. There was no way he was getting up this early. With a pouted lip; Prussia began to pick at the pillow. He stopped as he noticed there were stains on it. He quickly shot back up and raised a brow. West would never keep something unclean; especially in his own bed. His eyes narrowed; oh yeah, he had cried last night and that's why the pillows were stained. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought and he jumped out of bed not wanting to think of it. Gilbert skipped down the stairs quickly and swung into the kitchen startling Germany who was washing the dishes. Ludwig stared at his brother with surprise. "Y-You're up?" He looked at his watch and then back to Prussia. "Before noon?" Gilbert sat down at the small table with a shrug. He grabbed the orange juice that was still left out and poured himself a glass. Germany watched his brother still shocked at seeing him. Hopefully this will be the only surprise he'll get from Gilbert today. Hopefully. "Are you hungry?" Prussia nodded as he placed his glass down on the table. Germany went to the fridge and pulled out the breakfast he had saved for his brother. He warmed it up for him and placed it in front of Gilbert. Prussia mumbled thanks and began to eat silently. Ludwig watched his brother for a moment worried why he wasn't being loud as he normally was. Maybe it was because he got up so early. He turned and went back to the dishes still left to clean. Silence filled the room besides the small noises of dishes clanking together and Prussia eating his food. Germany kept glancing back making sure that Gilbert looked okay. He seemed fine just a little spaced out. Ludwig sighed deeply and placed the last dish in the drying rack. He dried his hand and made his way to the table. He sat down in front of Prussia who didn't even look up from his plate. Prussia had hardly touched his food making Ludwig worry more. "Gilbert, are you okay?" Red eyes gazed up at him and then dropped with a shrug of the Prussian's shoulders. "Gilbert…"

"I'm sorry." Germany raised a brow and Prussia lifted his head and forced a smile. "I guess I'm just not a morning person." Ludwig bought the smile as he chuckled.

"When are you ever?" Germany stood and ruffled Prussia's hair. "I'm going to do some cleaning and then if you want; we can go out and do something together." Gilbert sat up and a real grin spread across his face.

"Really!" His smile faltered, "Wait… Don't you have work to do?"

"Yes, but I don't think a day going without doing paper work will kill me." Ludwig winked and went off to do some quick cleaning around the house. Prussia silently squealed to himself and ate his breakfast quickly and headed up stairs to get ready. Gilbert checked himself out in the mirror as he debated what he should wear. He went through his closet and put on something he thought would be good. He did a pose in the mirror and smirked. Perfect. Tight leather jeans leaving little to the imagination, a tight fitting black T with a kickass golden pattern on the front, black converse, black wrist bands, and a black choker that had his old dog tags on it. Gilbert could only grin at his sexiness.

"Kesesese, I'm one sexy piece of ass!" It was odd that his mood changed so dramatically. Though, with just knowing he had a date with West made his mood fly to the roof. He quickly pulled out his phone and posed as he took a picture of himself. Gilbert grinned; new profile picture for his blog. Sweet! He shoved his phone in his back pocket and ran down the stairs singing, "West and I are going on a date! A date! A date with my West!" Ludwig was in the living room tidying things up and heard the little off tuned song causing him to raise a brow. A date? Going out casually with someone is now called a date? Was Ludwig that far behind the times? He sighed now feeling like an old man. Gilbert flew into the living room still talking in a sing song voice. "West, are you ready to go?" Germany looked up and froze in place. His face flushed at the site in front of him.

Ludwig stuttered, "B-Bruder, what are… What are you wearing?"

Prussia scoffed, "It's called clothes, duh?"

"I know that, but…" His eyes dropped to Gilbert bulge in his pants. Germany gulped, "Isn't it… A little… Revealing?" Prussia tilted his head slightly and then followed his brother's gaze. A smirk crossed his lips and he began swinging his hips slightly.

"Why'd you say that, West? What's revealing about it?"

"Well…" Germany's face burned red as his eyes continued to be locked on to his brother's crotch. "You're… You're…"

"My what?" Prussia purred as he turned around showing Ludwig his back side. Germany gulped again; Gilbert had such a tight ass. Ludwig shook his head and turned away finally.

"Never mind, I think you should change though."

"Why?" Gilbert pouted sadly, "You don't like my outfit?" Germany cringed as Prussia whined more, "West, you don't think I look good in it? Am I that ugly?"

"Fine!" Ludwig growled, "You can stay in what you're wearing. Just don't come running to me when someone sexually harasses you."

"Why would you say that?" Prussia cocked a brow causing Germany to look away embarrassed. Ludwig quickly waved him off saying he would be done soon so they could leave.

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Gilbert watched outside the car window as they drove down town to the mall district. It was silent and Prussia glanced over at his brother who held his gaze on the road. Red eyes traveled down to the radio that Germany hardly ever touched unless it was for the news. Prussia reached over for it and turned it on. Ludwig jumped slightly as the noise was filled with a weather report. He eyed his brother for a moment, but turned back to the road. Gilbert waited for a moment listening to the report, but found it boring and changed the station. Country. Nah. Hip hop. Nah. Religion. Nope. Oldies. Tempting but no. Germany glanced over at the Prussian slightly irritated at the constant changing of the radio stations. Finally, Prussia exclaimed happily as he found a hard punk rock station. He cranked the volume dial and started banging his head to the music. Ludwig cringed as the music blared from the speakers and pounded his eardrums. He quickly turned the music down to a reasonable level to Gilbert's disappointment. He pouted sadly, "West, you can't enjoy music when it's so quiet!"

"I can't enjoy anything if it's going to burst my eardrums!" Germany barked making Gilbert sulk in his seat.

Prussia crossed his arms and glared out the window. "I just wanted to lighten up the drive over to the mall. You're always so quiet; it gets awkward." Blue eyes wandered over to look at the albino. Germany sighed deeply and patted his brother's leg gently. Gilbert looked over to see Ludwig frowning and then suddenly blush as Prussia took his hand in his. The rest of the drive was in silence minus the radio jamming out rock music. Gilbert had refused to let go of his brother's hand the whole ride over; Ludwig was happy to get it back once they had parked. Prussia sprang from the car overly excited to be out with West. "West! West! What should we do first?" Germany closed the door to the car and locked it. He shoved the keys in his pocket and glanced around the large mall full of people. The blonde shrugged his shoulders simply.

"I don't know, Bruder. You come here more than I do, so I don't know what stores to go into." Prussia grimaced and agreed that that was true.

"You really need to get out more." Germany scoffed as Gilbert looked him over. His brother dressed like an old man. Tanned dress pants, a vest same color, with a white long sleeved button up dress shirt underneath, and brown dress shoes. "Fuck, West! I defiantly know where we are going first! I'm going to give you a makeover."

"Did someone say makeover?" A blonde man swung an arm around Prussia. Germany frowned as his brother looked over at the man.

"Francis!" The French man grinned as he backed away from his friend. "What are you doing here?"

France gasped dramatically as if Gilbert had done something offensive. "How could you question that? The mall is my home my dear Gilbert!" Prussia rolled his eyes with a grin. Of course. Francis chuckled and then clasped his hands together. "Now, what's this about someone needing a makeover?" Prussia pointed over to his brother and France followed his finger. "Oh."

"Yeah, he's my younger brother, but he dresses like an old man, so people think he's the older one."

"And the fact he acts more mature than you too." France raised a brow, but waved it off as he took a good long look at Germany. "Yes, there are defiantly some things to change, but it'll be an easy fix." Ludwig shook his head at this.

"No, I'm perfectly fine with what I'm wearing. I don't need a makeover of any kind." Prussia and France frowned and looked at each other. Francis quickly turned and grabbed a few people and took them over to the two Germans.

"Gilbert stand next to Ludwig." Prussia did as he was told and France asked the people to tell him who was older and how they were related. The group all agreed that Ludwig was the older one and that he was probably the father in his mid-50's. Francis thanked the group and sent them on their way. He turned to the other two which Gilbert was giggling and Ludwig just stared with a sickened look on his face. Father? Mid-50's? France smirked and asked, "So, how about that makeover?"

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"I don't know about this…" Ludwig voiced as he entered the dressing room.

Francis smiled, "Don't worry, Ludwig! I'm a fashion designer, and I know what works with people." Germany peaked over the door with a raised eyebrow. "Even you're type of people." France retorted. Prussia stood outside of the dressing room and was joined by Francis. The French man sighed, "He's really stubborn that man."

"Yeah, but I love him the same."

"Oh-ho!" France eased into Prussia with a sly look painted on his face. "What's this, Gilbert? Have you traveled to the depths of incest?"

Gilbert blushed, "W-What? I can't say that I love my brother?"

Francis chuckled, "Well, not the way you said it! I saw that look in your eyes!" Prussia was silent for a long moment as his friend stared at him with a smirk. "Admit it, Gilbert! You're in the pot of incest love!"

"It's not incest! We're not blood related!" Prussia scoffed, but then soon covered his mouth as France's grin grew.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew it! I knew you had a thing for Ludwig!" Francis took hold of his friend with a squeeze. "I knew it from the moment I saw you and Ludwig together today and you were wearing your come-get-me pants." Prussia pushed away his friend with a grunt.

"That's not true! I-I wore these to get the girls at the mall!"

"Bullshit." France growled with a grin. "I saw how you kept yourself in front of Ludwig the whole time you entered the mall. You wanted him to have his eyes on you!" He quickly mumbled, "And the fact that a group of beautiful women walked by and you didn't even blink." Gilbert's face beat a bright red with embarrassment and anger. He hated how Francis was so observant. France snickered and patted his friend's back. "Don't fret; I knew you had more of an interest in guys anyway."

"Just because I had that fling with you and Antonio doesn't mean-"

"Oh hush! There's nothing wrong with you being gay, Gilbert. Antonio is and I'm bi so what's so embarrassing about it?"

Prussia gulped and looked away shyly. "I don't know… I guess West just finds it… Odd I guess."

France scoffed, "I guess his mind is still in the second war isn't it?"

"I guess so, but he was understanding when I told him about what…" Gilbert stopped as the memories flooded back. Francis frowned and nodded understanding what his friend meant.

"Have you tried to; I don't know, make a move on him yet? Maybe he's changed his mind?"

Prussia nodded sadly, "Yeah, I have, but the phone rang before anything happened. Then, he said it was a mistake and to forget about it."

"Oh…" Francis could only say that, but the atmosphere soon changed as Germany walked over to them. "Oh my!" France smiled as Ludwig approached them. "Don't you look handsome?" Gilbert turned his head and his jaw dropped open.

"W-West…!" Ludwig stopped in front of them slightly embarrassed as they stared at him. He stuck a hand in his dark jeans pocket and ran a hand through his hair blushing slightly.

"Does it… Does it look okay?"

"Okay?" France and Prussia said that together. "You look hot!" Germany blushed more as the two men gawked at him. Dark jeans, A black button up shirt with a couple of the top buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up a little above to elbows, a black thin necklace that looked like two, and some nice casual looking black shoes. Prussia clapped his friend's back not wanting to look away from his brother.

"You out did yourself, Francis."

France grinned, "It didn't take much; Ludwig was attractive to begin with. He just needed to upgrade his wardrobe." He went up to the blonde and walked around him. "Very nice; though you still look older than Gilbert." Francis chuckled, "That's always going to be, but at least you don't look like an old man." Ludwig grunted with a roll of his eyes. He looked over at his brother who was still staring at him. An eyebrow raised and Prussia quickly blinked and looked away blushing. Oh why did France pick out an outfit that showed off his muscular body so well? It was now going to be harder for him to not drool over his brother. Germany coughed lightly as no one was talking.

"Anyway… I should change, and I'll buy these."

France nodded, "Yes, and once you do; you're marching to a bathroom and changing."

"But-"

"No, you don't want to be looked at like an old man, do you?" Ludwig frowned and shook his head. "Good, now go hurry up." Francis glanced over at Prussia who was running his hand down his face. "Tsk tsk, my friend. You can't control yourself can you?"

"Prussia growled, "What gave that away?" France only chuckled.

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France had left the two Germans to carry on their little 'date'. Germany was quite happy when the man left. Something about his care free life really got to him. He grumbled to himself, "I wonder if he has a STD yet…" Prussia chuckled at the comment and then quickly frowned as some women stopped as they passed by and gawked at Germany. He snarled and took Germany's arm and stuck his tongue out at the women. They all blinked and walked away quickly. Ludwig gave his brother a look and tried to wiggle his arm free. Sadly, Gilbert held on tightly not wanting to let go. "Bruder, what are you doing?" Prussia scanned the mall area and looked up at him.

"There are a lot of people in the mall; I don't want to get separated from you." Germany rolled his eyes, but didn't argue that there weren't that many people at the mall for them to lose one another. Prussia continued to scan the mall and then suddenly yanked Germany off to the side. "Look, West! A picture booth! Let's go get some pictures taken!" Before Ludwig could protest; Prussia dragged him to the booth and they both sat in it. Germany looked at his brother with a frown.

"Bruder, you know I don't like taking pictures." Prussia placed in his money into the machine ignoring his brother. "Gilbert."

Prussia glanced up at his brother with a pleading tone, "Please, West, you never take any pictures with me. I'd like some pictures of us together. You're the only family I got." Germany frowned and then sighed agreeing to let him have his way. Gilbert grinned and pressed the button for the machine to start. "Okay, get ready to pose, West!" The first pose was awkward; Prussia pressed his cheek next to Germany's making a victory symbol with his hand while Ludwig caught off guard looked at his brother slightly blushing with surprise. The second was a little better; Prussia grinned goofily while Germany smiled slightly. The third; Gilbert stared at Ludwig seductively having the blonde look back blushing brightly. That picture was very awkward for Germany as they stayed in that pose as the machine counted to three before the picture was taken.

"What was that?" Ludwig asked.

"Oh nothing, just being silly. Oh get ready for the last one!" They both got ready in a nice brother like picture; both smiling nicely. The machine counted and when it got to three Gilbert quickly turned his brother's head and kissed him on the lips. The machine quickly calculated everything and spat out their pictures, but no one took them from the slot. The two Germans were still both lip locked with one another. At first Germany was surprised by the kiss, but soon eased into it as they held each other. The kiss didn't go further than having contact with each other. It was a sweet gentle kiss that they shared. They soon let go and stared at each other in silence. Gilbert waited for his brother to say that it was wrong for them to be doing this, but it didn't come. Germany just stared back in silence trying to figure out what just happened. He just… Kissed his brother. Didn't something like this almost happen before? Didn't he say it was wrong? Yes and yes, so why did he want this? His thoughts were interrupted as Gilbert placed a hand on his cheek. His eyes focused on red ones as the albino spoke. "West… I love you."

"I-I…"

"Don't…" Prussia looked at him with a frown. "Think about this, West. I'll leave you be to think this over and then give me an answer when you come to a conclusion." Germany nodded slightly and Prussia took the photos and they left to continue on with their day together as brothers.

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*insert start of Germany's inside drama here on chapter 7* So, now we are getting into Germany's conflict. It's easy now; just having to think if it's right to have feelings for his brother or not. Now, how am I going to get Germany to start liking Russia after their little… Incident from their meeting? Hmmm…