PLEASE READ THIS! This chapter is really really REALLY short. I'll explain why… At this moment there are eight people in the house and we've been on summer mode. And next week the family is taking a trip to the Big Island, Hawaii. And I have some more bad news… I don't know when I'll be able to post another chapter. This month I'll be moving to Kansas and I'll be living with my older sister. I'll be going to a new college and so on and so forth. So, I do not know when I'll have the time to post another chapter. I'll try to get it done when I have the time. No promises. (At least I'm not saying I'm not finishing haha)

Chapter 8: New Enemy?

The house was quiet and peaceful. How nice. How relaxing. How… Slightly annoying… Germany frowned as the eerie silence surrounded him. He normally liked the quiet, but with living with Prussia for many years; he just got used to it. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably as he tried to focus on reading the newspaper. The silence just pressed down harder on him. Ludwig grimaced and placed the paper on the coffee table. He stood and went to the front door about to bring the albino's sorry ass back home to make some sort of noise to ease his irritation.

"Doitsu!" A blur of blue passed by and tackled Germany's waist.

"Italy…" Germany sighed deeply. "What are you doing here?"

The brunette cuddled into the German's chest. "I'm here to see you, Doitsu!" Germany sighed again and shut the door. Now, he didn't need Prussia to make some noise around the house. Ludwig limped to the living room with the Italian still hooked to his waist. Italy giggled, "Doitsu! I want some pasta!"

"I don't have any." Germany sat them both down on the couch and grabbed the newspaper back up.

"What?" Italy pouted, "You don't have pasta? Gil always makes sure there's pasta in the house!" He began to whine. "Where is Gilbert?"

Germany choked slightly as he took in air too quickly. He coughed harshly and hid his face behind the paper. "He hasn't been home lately."

Feliciano stared at his friend for a moment and tilted his head to the side. "Why's that?"

"He's just been busy is all." Ludwig continued to hide behind the newspaper.

Italy pouted slightly, "So… That means no pasta?"

"No." Italy whined and flopped his head down into Germany's lap. Ludwig tensed and looked down at the Italian. "What are you…?" His question dropped seeing that Italy was fast asleep. He rolled eyes and just went back to reading the paper.

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Prussia slowly entered the house in a slight daze. He shut the door behind him and leaned up against it. He licked his lips unconsciously slowly remembering the taste of those Spanish lips on his. Gilbert blinked and didn't really know what to think of what Spain told him. 'I love you.' Fuck… Prussia shook his head and pushed himself away from the door and walked into the living room. Germany should be in bed by now. It was almost midnight and all the lights were off. Gil shuffled to the couch and flicked on one of the lamps on a nightstand. He quickly had to cover his mouth to stop the yelp that wanted to come out. When he had turn the light on he saw Germany and Italy there on the couch fast asleep. Prussia dropped his hand from his mouth and walked over to the two sleeping nations. His face dropped slightly at the sicken scene in front of him. Italy's head snuggled in Germany's lap as the blonde's hand rested on the other's shoulder lovingly. Why couldn't he and Ludwig have that kind of relationship? A relationship where they could just… Cuddle once in a while for God's sake. Prussia would be happy with just that. Just to be wrapped up in those strong arms for a few hours. No of course not. It's just wrong for two brothers to do such a thing. Gilbert clenched his fists in frustration. He was jealous damn it! Seeing Italy go to places where he was forbidden to go just really pissed him off. He normally loved the little Italian, but now he just wanted to smash the nation into a pile of dust. It just wasn't fair! "Bruder?" Prussia's red eyes snapped up to meet Germany's blue ones. Ludwig blinked a couple of times and yawned. "You're home?" He glanced over to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "It's already this late?" Germany yawned again and turned back to his brother. "Did you just get back?" Prussia remained silent with his rage building even more. This was disgusting! Here was his brother sitting there talking to him and ignoring the lump of shit on his lap. "Gilbert?"

"I'm going back out." Prussia turned away and stormed out of the room. Germany raised a brow and slowly got up making sure not to wake his friend. He went after his brother and stopped him before the Prussian opened the door.

"Gilbert, why can't you stay tonight?"

Prussia held the door handle and refused to look at Germany. He muttered, "Francis wants to hang out. I'll be back tomorrow night." He went to open the door, but Ludwig slammed his hand on it. Gilbert glanced at the blonde with a glare.

Germany looked slightly worried. "Promise?"

"Yeah… Whatever…" Gilbert yanked the door opened and left the house and made sure to slam it shut behind him. Ludwig stared at the door and just shook his head telling himself not to worry about his brother's attitude. He went back Italy and gently shook him awake and they both went up to Germany's room to fall back asleep. Outside Prussia got onto his motorcycle and sat there glaring down at his handle bars. He was over reacting. He knew he was, but it really just… Just… This was so not awesome. Gilbert grabbed his helmet and placed it on his head and started up his dark beauty and went off to Francis's place to chill there.