Third chapter won't be as angsty, I promise!
I. Do. NOT. Own. 'Kay?
The walls were blurry; he felt like the room was spinning he could barely keep his eyes open.
"We got the key back," he didn't sound like himself. He could hear little Ita-chan's sobs. He tried to focus his eye-sight better so he could see the little guy. Yah, he was crying.
"Hey," West was talking now and by the sound of his voice he was about ready to meet the other's in the afterlife soon, "Stop crying. We risked our lives and went through so much trouble to get it back. You should be happier."
Prussia smiled to himself when he heard those words. It was true, they all went through so much. So, so much. That, and it was just like him to try to comfort little Ita.
"Why did you lie to me," Italy demanded, "You said you were only going to take a look around..."
"Ah yes," West sounded bitter and Prussia didn't like it when West was bitter, "Well... it's probably for the same reason you didn't tell us that everyone else is dead."
Italy looked shocked. "You knew-?
"Haha," he forced out his laugh, "Well... now, West, why don't be try taking a little rest? I'm really tired."
"You're right Prussia," his brother's voice was very soft, "You can go ahead; I'll catch up with you later."
"Why," Italy was bawling even harder, "NO! I can't do this anymore! I'm staying with you!"
"Anyone who," West sounded like he was about to pass out, "Disobeys... will run... ten laps..."
"... Look," he said after a moment, "If you don't hurry... he'll keep adding more..."
"Fine," Ita looked like he was at his breaking point, "I'll run! I'll run ten laps! I'll run as many as you want! But I'll run away! And then Germany...will have to run... to catch me!"
The world was darkening as he looked to his brother, too weak to speak, and thought, 'West, war es eine Ehre, zum entlang Seite Sie zu kämpfen und Lassen Sie mich anrufen Bruder. Sie können nicht, stolz und glücklich Sie haben gebildet mich….*'
Gilbert awoke with a sharp pain in his left leg. It hadn't throbbed that way in a long, long time.
The sound of his alarm brought him out of his thoughts. "Stupid alarm clock," he muttered to himself, "Even my nightmares are more efficient than you are!"
He thought again about his nightmare. It was strange, he also hadn't dreampt about his loop memories in a long time. He knew his brother dreampt about them alot, so this was a blessing, but it always confused him why everyone else but him deampt about those terrible memories. 'Maybe it's the Thing haunting him,' he once thought, 'He always gives me thoughts of him when I remember what he did to my leg, though England went blind and he still dreams about it.'
He looked down at the stump of his leg. His thighs were still there, but everything bellow the knee of his left leg was gone and all because of that Thing.
Moved his left hand to fell the back of the nape of his neck. The doctors and told him and his brother that if that Thing had bit him any higher, then he would have been dead. He ran his fingers across the deep scar in shape of a bite mark and shruddered. He shouldn't really start his day off by thinking about his "awesome battle wounds". No, he'd much rather think about how he was going to spend the day with Japan.
He blushed at this. Japan and he had grown very close over the course of the three years that they had been safe. They played Japan's video games together, they ate together, they occasionally spent the night together, slept in the same bed...
Gilbert slapped himself; he really needed to get ready for his dat- his day out with his friend. He sat up from his bed and reached for his prosthetic leg. He carefully attatche the leg onto his body and then got off of his bed to resume his day.
The morning went by real fast. First, he was freaking out over what close to wear. Were they were too informal, or too formal? Then, he procceded to slap himself again because he was a man and men don't fucking fret of clothes for their boyfrie- friends like little pansies!
He ended up wear what he normally does, his baggy pants, a plain shirt, and that infamous red hoddie. He was finally calm when he went downstairs. West was making breakfast, like always, and he, like the good brother he is, greeted him.
"Yo West," his brother turned to meet him with bored eyes and then went back to his cooking, "Warum höre ich nicht ein guter Morgen für die meisten awesome großen Bruder?**"
"Oh I see," West was weird today apparently, "You're fishing for compliments because you want to feel confident for your date with Kiku-san."
"West," their was a mad blush on Gilbert's face, "T-that's not-"
"True," West scoffed, "Please, you do this every time you two go out. Should I expect you to come back tonight or will you spend the night with him."
"Shut up," Gilbert said bitterly, "I am not dat-"
He was interupted by the door bell. He felt a panic rush him.
"HOWDOILOOK?IDON'TLOOKTOOMUCHLIKEIDON'?IDON'-"
"It's good to see you Kiku-san," WEST ANSWERED THE DOOR! THE HORROR!
"Hello Ludwig-san," hsi voice made Gilbert's heart beat faster, "Hello Gilbert-kun. Should we be going now, or do you want to stay a bit. I'm sorry if I interupted anything."
"No," Gilbert his his panic in a small part of his brain, "Come on, I've got a fun day planned out for us! West, don't wait up for me, 'kay?"
"Ja ja***," hsi brother said with a smile, "I have plans either way. Have a fun day you two."
"Say hello to Italy-chan for me," Japan said with a smile as they left.
Gilbert took hold of his and and kissed his cheek. What did it matter if they were dating? They both deserve to be happy, so nothing, not even his handicap**** or their memories should come between that. Gilbert will make sure of it.
*German- "West, it was an honor to fight along side you and have you call me brother. You do not know how proud and happy you have made me..."
**German- "Why do I not hear a good morning for the most awesome big brother?" I got both of these off of translation sites. Sorry if they are wrong.
***German- "Yes yes"
****I won't mention it in this chapter, but he is very insecure about his leg. It gets in the way of alot of thing and if he should ever were shorts, the fact that people stare kill him.
