So, as stated in my profile, I live in Alfred's glasses, and thus, that means that you must have at least one slide down the Texas Free Fall slide. The Houston area has a Splashtown that has a Free Fall slide and lets just say, I'll never be going down it again. Once was more than enough for me, thank you very much.
I don't own Hetalia.
((Fun fact: Splashtown Houston used to be Hanna-Barbera Land in the mid-80s))
The Texas Free Fall was one of the scariest water slides in the south. Gilbert knew that. Matthew knew that. And all of Texas knew that.
And now, Gilbert was going to face it and finally get to claim that it wasn't so scary after all.
But first he had to trek up the daunting endless, whirling staircase to the top of the tower.
He held Matthew's hand as they climbed leisurely – no need to rush, it's a long climb and it was a nice day. Matthew kept questioning him and all Gilbert could do was laugh and say no slide could scare him!
Near the top, though, Gilbert decided to look over the edge and seeing the cement sidewalk all the way from that height, was not something he really wanted to experience. But he swallowed his fear and pulled Matthew along until they were finally in front of the life guard and the small pool he would step in before sliding nearly straight down.
A line of eager thrill seekers behind him, Gilbert couldn't back down without ending up looking like a wimp, but the edge was so steep and there was a lot of cement in all directions.
Glancing at the life guard or looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to make his decision so he could continue his shift, Gilbert also glanced back at Matthew, who had climbed that darn staircase with him for moral support.
The blond gave him a thumb up and Gilbert smiled.
Gilbert quickly shuffled back to the start of the line, people already groaning about the fake-out, but he ignored them in favour of getting a quick good-luck kiss from his Birdie before hopping back over to the edge of the slide and falling over the edge into near anti-gravity vertigo.