Hiya guys I am back, and today I don't have much to say except sorry it's been a while.
Also, sorry if this seems slow so far, but it will pick up at some point. (I have planned a really sad scene)
I don't own Hetalia
Enjoys
Prussia watched his brother finally drift off to sleep after finishing several cans of beer, though not before cleaning up after himself and feeding his dogs. Content that his brother would be ok now on his own, Prussia went to leave the house when the snow globe caught his attention.
He picked up the ornament carefully, admiring the carefully carved figures. They were so detailed. It was amazing the likeness between the smallest figure and Germany when he was younger was uncanny. Who knew that the former punk/pirate could do arts and crafts, he knew that he did sowing and stuff, but not sculpturing.
The ghost gave the orb a gentle shake, smiling as fond memories started to flood his conscience. Once the leaves settled and the memories faded, Gilbert decided that it was his mission to do something nice for the Brit.
The idea of pranking France was brought forward again, surely the Englishman would love that. The things that Prussia could do to the Frenchman, Gilbert was laughing at the thought of it. Oh this was going to be fun.
The albino grinned as he walked through the front door and headed to France.
The morning sun leaked through the small gap of the curtains, shining on a certain Brit, causing the nation to stir. The blonde rolled over trying to cling on to his sleep as he buried his face in his pillow. After several minutes passed, the Englishman begrudgingly rolled back on to his back and opened his eyes.
Emerald eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, blinking a few times. He laid there silently, listening out for anything happening in his house, when he found that it was as quiet as it normally was, he concluded that Prussia wasn't in his house.
The English nation stretched out his limbs, a bit like a cat, and got out of bed. He then put on some slippers, before making his way to the kitchen. He decided that he wouldn't do anything unless he had his tea first.
Switching on the radio, the blonde hummed along with the song as he made his tea. Sipping his tea, he sat down at the breakfast table and listened to the news as it came on. The soft pita pata on the window alerted Arthur that it was raining, not really a surprise. It was relaxing to listen the rain blend with music that filled the kitchen, as he finished his drink.
Finishing his tea, England deposited the cup in the sink, muttering something under his breath as he left the room. The tap turned itself on as the sponge rose into the air, cleaning the cup and plate. The Briton smiled to himself, knowing that his house chores were being taken care of. It was the mild version of the spell, as he wasn't particular fussed how long it would take for the house to be cleaned.
The Briton made his way back upstairs and took a quick shower, lasting under ten minutes. The Briton stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist and picked out some casual clothes, which just so happened to be a pair of dark fitted jeans and a baggy t-shirt with the phrase 'Keep calm and drink tea' across the front. On the back the crown was upside down with the words 'Freak out and drink alcohol'.
Feeling comfortable, England headed to his basement and picked out several books, placing them carefully on the floor by his arm chair. He picked up the thickest book before burying himself into it.
He honestly didn't know why he kept his mobile phone on him, he didn't want to be interrupted yet he still brought it with him. At the back of his mind, a voice kept telling him that it was so his bosses could get in contact with him if they needed to.
But then his bosses hardly ever contacted him via his mobile and tended to just send someone over. So again he questioned why he had his phone on him, and why the frog was ringing him. Of course he could just ignore the calls, but after hearing 'Another One Bites The Dust' four times, it became hard to do so. So he begrudgingly answered knowing that the Frenchman would just probably barge into his house uninvited otherwise.
"WHAT IS IT FROG!?" He snapped down the phone, sighing that he had lost where he was on the page. The text was so small as well, it was going to take a while to find his place again. "I'm currently in the process of researching something, which is becoming rather difficult to do with a certain shit beard constantly calling me."
"I do not care what research you are doing Angleterre. Whatever curse you have done, stop it right now. I have had enough with this nonsense Rosbif. What has the ever beautiful moi done to deserve this?"
England pulled the phone away from his ear, giving the device a puzzled look, as well as entertained. The Frenchman sounded panicked and annoyed, something was clearly wrong with France. England was actually a bit upset that he wasn't the cause of it.
"What is it that I have supposedly done Frog?" He didn't even attempt to hide the amusement in his tone. Apparently, France didn't take his tone well.
"You know exactly what you are doing Angleterre. Moving all my things while I turn my back. Where did you put all of my hair product mon cher? Just because your hair can't be as beautiful as moi, doesn't mean that my wonderful hair has to suffer."
England started to get bored so placed the phone down next to his chair on loud speaker, and attempted to find his place yet again, that was until another voice came through the phone.
"Awwwwhhhhh Brows you are so missing out. Francy pants's face is awesome. He's freaking out. Mein got, he looks like he is going to cry." England had to fight the urge to laugh at the Prussian, not really in the mood to deal with an enraged Frenchman.
The island nation took a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke again to France, trying to be as civil as possible. "I'm not sorry to disappoint you France but this is not my doing. After the funeral, I retired straight away to my home, got something to eat then went to bed. As you should well know by now, I would happily confess to anything that would cause you any sort of displeasure if I indeed am the cause of it."
England could hear a frustrated sigh from the other end of the phone, France seemed to have actually paid attention to what Arthur had said, realising that the Englishman spoke the truth. "Very well Angleterre, I believe that you are not the one responsible for moving my things, but I know that you know something. Think whatever you want mon petite Lapin, but you cannot hide things from big brother France." There was a bit of a dark tone in the Frenchman's voice, but Arthur took no notice.
Finding once again where he was on the page, England decided to wrap up this conversation. "Cheers for informing me about your misfortune Frog, that really made my day, but I have work to do. Cheerio." Adding an extra cheerful tone, just to wind Francis up, England smiled to himself as he hung up the phone.
He turned his phone on silent before continuing with the task at hand. It was approximately fifteen minutes later that Arthur groaned in frustration, burying his head into his book. He had been reading for several hours now and hadn't found a single thing that could aid him in helping Gilbert. He knew that there was a way to make Prussia a nation again, which just made not finding anything more annoying. He really was in a good need of a cup of tea.
The island nation got up out of his chair, being careful not to trip over any of the books that had piled around him. Once out of the book blockade, England headed for his kitchen to make a tea and maybe have some biscuits (cookies).
The sun was beginning to set by the time that Prussia returned to England's house. He loudly proclaimed that he had returned, making the house more awesome, only to be met with silence. The ghost frowned, not really liking being ignored (who could ignore this much awesomeness?) and started to search around the house.
It was only after checking several rooms that he bumped into something that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Gilbert was face to face with a fuzzy green bunny with wings, which was hovering a few inches in front of him.
"Oh, there you are Gilbert. Arthur asked me to inform you of his whereabouts once you had returned, but you kept moving so I kept missing you. Arthur is currently in the basement doing some research. I should inform you, before you go in, that he is not in the best of moods, as he has found little information to help you with your predicament. I advise you to refrain from calling him Brows."
The rabbit gave the Prussian a polite smile, before flying off, leading the way to the basement. The ghost followed the faintly glowing creature, feeling only a little bit confused, he was sure he had met this creature before somewhere. He would have to ask Brows later, preferably when the bunny wasn't around.
Upon entering the basement, Prussia was met by a wall of books, the Englishman nowhere in sight. He glanced at the rabbit, which had disappeared, leaving a confused albino in the room. "Brows?" He asked hesitantly, heading towards the books.
"Don't call me Brows. Stupid Teutonic Wanker." Gilbert grinned at the slightly muffled voice coming from behind the book fortress, which grew even wider at the mumbled insult. England clearly wasn't in a good mood, it was a good thing then that Prussia was here, to cheer the nation up with his awesomeness.
The Prussian chuckled as he sat crossed legged into the air and floated over the book wall. The ghost then turned in the air, so that he was now upside down, a few inches in front of the island nation. Irritated emerald eyes looked up from his page, eye brow twitching.
"What do you want Gilbert?" Arthur asked through gritted his teeth, Prussia paid little attention to the frustrated Englishman, what could Arthur do anyway, he was dead? Prussia soon found out as England grabbed hold of his collar tightly, flipping him upright, actually causing the ghost some discomfort.
"Don't waste my time Gil, don't think that just because you're dead, I can't do anything, 'cause you will be sadly mistaken. How does passing on to the other side, sound?" The blonde growled causing the albino to gulp. He should learn when to not piss off the Englishman, usually the nation was fun to tease, but if he was in a certain mood it was best not to be near the Brit, outside a five mile radius was preferable.
"Just wanted to say danke for the gift you got mein bruder. It was awesome of you Arthur, you did what I couldn't." Crimson eyes clouded at the memory of not being able to comfort his brother when he needed it.
England let go of the ghost's collar at the sight of his face, his anger melted away instantly. "I'm sorry for my behaviour Gilbert. I'm just frustrated that I haven't found anything that can bloody help you. And don't mention it, I had some wood lying around the house and I wanted to do some carving, I also haven't used that charm for some time, I did it mainly for myself."
The ghost rolled his eyes at the Englishman, he could never admit to doing something nice. The Prussian quickly scanned his surroundings, finding the Brit was indeed surrounded by books, also that he had several unread messages on his phone.
"Chill brows, How about you call it quits for tonight? Also your phone is flashing. Answer them before the awesome me does, and you know that I'll read them Limey. The awesome me bets that you have loads of dirty texts tha-"
"Why does everyone think that I'm a pervert? That's the bloody Frog, I am a gentleman. For god sakes Gilbert call me Arthur, and no there isn't anything dirty on my phone, go ahead and read them if you want."
The blonde practically threw his phone at the ghost, he then abruptly stood up making sure not to drop his book on the floor. He muttered some words under his breath and the books started to float, before zipping across the room, landing in their spaces on the book shelf. He started to complain loudly to himself about those stupid sex ed tapes, watering his plant whilst doing so.
Shaking his head at the Englishman's ramblings, Prussia started to read the various messages. There were several angry texts from France, almost twenty from America asking stupid things, also that he might pop round at some point, not actually clarifying when. One from Japan inviting the Englishman to tea some time. One from Australia, which was just full of insults - Prussia checked the text history between the Australian and the Brit, and it turned out that they were in the middle of an insulting competition (war). Lastly there was one from Denmark which sparked the Prussian's interest.
"Hey Eyebrows, why weren't you at the wake? I didn't have anyone to drink with now that, you know? You owe me, meet you tonight at the usual place at 7 and you're paying the first round."
"Arthur get in the car, we're going out to get some awesome beer." The ghost started to guide (shove) England out of his basement and out of the house. He grabbed the keys in the bowl beside the front door, he only just hear Flying Mint bunny call out after him saying that he'll lock the door.
By this time Arthur had had enough and spun round, causing the Prussian to fall flat on the floor. The Briton's face was bright red, his arms folded across his chest. He did not look pleased at all.
"You bloody git. I am not dressed to go out, you could have allowed me to actually get changed. What's so important that I have to leave my house at this instant?" As the blonde spoke, his body began to glow faintly, once gone he was changed ready to go out.
He was wearing the same fitted jeans as earlier, only know he had a thick white belt and a couple of chains hanging on his hips. His baggy t-shirt was now replaced with white one and a black leather jacket, a scarf around his neck with the British flag on it. He was also now wearing boots, instead of just slippers.
England didn't wait for the Prussian to answer, as he got into his car, turning it on. Once the Prussian was in the car, Gilbert explained that Denmark would be waiting for him. Feeling slightly guilty for leaving his drinking buddy on his lonesome, England didn't even argue about not going. It wasn't a particularly long drive, but it seemed to go quicker than usual, now that the island nation had someone to talk to.
"So what's with the green rabbit, the awesome me feels like I've seen it before?"
"Minty? I suppose you might have seen him before a long time ago, he looked rather different then. You know that many nations link to an animal for company?"
The Prussian nodded slowly trying to recollect the countries that had an animal companion. "Like mien awesome Gilbird? I haven't seen the little guy for a while." Prussia said sadly, staring out of the window.
England hesitated before he spoke, knowing how close the albino was with the bird. "I think he faded once you did Gilbert, but he should come back once you're alive again. Anyway, do you remember the rabbit I used to have when I was younger? It was some time ago, and I think that it was mainly the frog that visited me at that time, but I did meet you a few times when I was younger."
Prussia's eyebrows scrunched up in thought as he tried to remember the rabbit that England was speaking about. His eyes widened in realisation once he remembered. "Mien Gott! You were such a small squirt back then. But Brows, that rabbit was white."
"Yes, well it turns out that linking to a country that has magical powers causes them to … change. I didn't intend for it to happen. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in the wood one day and I couldn't find him in the grass, as he had turned green. I believe that it was during the Hundred Years War, that he grew wings and became invisible to people that don't have the 'sight'."
Prussia couldn't help but laugh picturing the tiny nation trying to find the green rabbit when it was by his feet. "Is your magic, why your colonies have eyebrows like you, after spending so much time with you, they began to change." The albino laughed causing the Englishman to scowl, maybe he should deactivate the charm keeping Prussia solid, and just let him walk to the pub.
So there we go, Minty was a normal rabbit at one point but England's magical aura caused him to mutate or something. Maybe that's why his cooking isn't good, his magic plays up with it.
I also want England's t-shirt, not sure if it exists, but it needs to
Sorry if the prank seemed boring but Prussia will have his fun at a meeting. what's an hetalia story with out a crazy meeting?
any way see you later