Chapter 1(present day)

A/N: I'm not sure how quickly you expect me to update but it might be a few weeks for each one from now on as I am working on a note-block project on Minecraft too. (disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the cover image)
Anyway, here is the 1st chapter and I hope you enjoy!

"Hey West, grab me a beer will ya?"

Prussia lay slouched on the sofa at Germany's house, playing Flappy Bird, with Gilbird perched on his head. Since he was once again banned from the world meetings, he figured it was a good enough way to pass the time, especially since the bird was yellow, like his own.

Gilbird was truly the world's most awesome pet. He had survived numerous battles by Prussia's side, helped him through the pain of his country being dissolved; heck, he was even strong enough to fetch bottles of beer! (for the German brothers, this was an extremely useful skill) However, today Gilbird wasn't himself. Not only did this mean that Prussia actually had to get up when he wanted a drink, but he would have to check Gilbird's food for drugs too - Someone could be trying to poison him, or knock him out so they could take him away. With the chick's awesomeness, who wouldn't want to try to steal him? If there was one thing Prussia was paranoid about, it was losing his faithful bird.

In a way, it was sort of comforting to have Gil; to have someone else besides himself who thought he was awesome. Now that he's no longer a country, no one seemed to take him seriously. Well, except maybe for his old friends, France and Spain, and of course, his kleinen Bruder*. It's kind of sad really, to lose all purpose and live on while others look down on you. Prussia often wondered why he didn't just disappear like Holy Rome or the other ancient countries. After all, he is about as old as them, starting way back as the Teutonic Knights.

'Then again, I suppose I am lucky to still be here at all,' Thought Prussia, 'And to have Gilbird beside me, of course. I don't know how we'd live without each other. We are truly the world's most awesome pair-'

At that moment, Germany walked into the room, interrupting Prussia's thoughts and causing him to look up. Germany was smartly dressed in a suit ready to go to the world meeting, with his hands behind his back. Knowing the clothes were for the meeting, Prussia immediately turned his gaze away, remembering the humiliation of being denied his own invitation.

"Ugh, did you have to come in here wearing that, West? It's embarrassing for me, and by embarrassing I mean completely unawesome. I am the great Prussia! I should be going to this meeting!" Prussia's face was turning red with anger and he looked like he was going to throw something.

"Calm down! You getting mad like this was why you got banned in the first place," Prussia glared at Germany, crossing his arms. He was the older brother; why was he the one being lectured? World meetings were usually extremely dull, (if you ignore the constant fights breaking out) so someone had to make it more interesting. It just happened to be Prussia who acted first. It wasn't fair. When he was banned, he acted very proud, like nothing ever happened, but the meetings were the only things which made him still feel like a nation. In truth, he was holding back tears.

Germany continued, "As for your question from earlier, I am not a slave who fetches drinks for you. Why can't you get one yourself?"
"Gilbird is ill," Prussia shrugged. Germany sighed; his brother was so lazy sometimes.
"Look, I have business to attend to. I'll be back later, okay?"

Germany turned to leave but before doing so, threw the beer bottle he had been hiding behind his back to his unsuspecting brother. It was meant to be a friendly action, as Prussia seemed to be getting more and more distant lately. Germany supposed it was because he was fed up of no longer being a country. It would surely be humiliating too, having to live amongst other nations but not being one yourself. Having to awkwardly ask them to go to somewhere with you because you've got nothing else to do. The Allies, who sentenced him to this fate, thought that it would be like nothing more than losing a job. However, recently, some of Prussia's friends began to realise it was more than that. It was like losing a part of his personality. It was like a part of him had disappeared along with his land.

It was like Gilbert was no longer Gilbert.

Unfortunately, Prussia was too busy sulking to notice the kind gesture hurtling through the air towards him. The bottle hit him square on the head. It hurt.
"Danke*…" he muttered as he rubbed his head. As if he had enough to deal with right now. This was going to be a very, very long afternoon, for both of them.

At least he had Gilbird.

The world meeting was far more tense than usual. Apparently, France had been banned from this one too, following the Bad Touch Trio's escapades during the previous meeting. Spain had managed to get away unscathed, but he was shot a lot of angry glances as he entered the conference room. The events of last month were fresh in their minds, and many of the countries didn't want to forgive just yet. What actually happened though, was a mystery to anyone who had missed the meeting: everybody present had vowed never to speak of the incident again. The upside was that the European side of the table was a bit quieter, as there was no France for Britain to bicker with.

So far, they had achieved nothing productive. America was currently explaining another ridiculous scheme to save the planet, which wasn't helping to improve the mood. Denmark had almost cut Netherlands in half with his axe after his LEGO sculpture was knocked over. Canada was sat on twice, and Russia had spent the conference bugging his big sister, who was now crying, waiting to go home. Needless to say, everyone was beginning to get very fed-up.

"It's kind of quiet here without Prussia and France isn't it?" Hungary commented, when she wasn't interrupted during her speech. "I really do feel sorry for them."
A few countries unenthusiastically muttered in agreement and Russia stopped poking Latvia's face.
"I doubt Prussia would have come today anyway," Said Germany, "His little bird is ill, and despite him acting casual, I think he is actually quite worried about it. I don't know why-"

"Oh for goodness sake! We didn't come here to discuss animal welfare, eh? And you're usually the one a-telling us to stay on task, you stupid potato-jerk!" Romano suddenly yelled, getting up from his chair. He'd had enough of the stuffy meeting room and had finally cracked. He stormed out of the room, pushing over Italy, who got up to try and make him feel better. Everyone looked around at each other as Italy sat crying on the floor, wondering why Romano had started paying attention when the conversation about Prussia started, and why he had left at the mention of Gilbird.

It was nearly the end of the meeting, and Romano had never returned from wherever he stormed off to. People around the room were gathering up their papers in anticipation to leave; not even remotely listening to Switzerland's lecture on economics. Suddenly, the large doors of the conference room swung open, causing everyone to look round. There, almost running into the room, was Prussia. He was breathing heavily and was wearing a very panicked expression.

"Bruder, what are you doing here?" Began Germany, but he was cut off by Prussia holding up a hand to silence him. He waited a few seconds to catch his breath, before finally revealing the terrible news.

"Gilbird is missing!"

A/N: I hope the ending didn't seem too rushed, I just want to get into the main plot soon :) Please review! :D

Translations:

*kleinen Bruder - little brother

*Danke - thank you