I was encouraged to do some more of this with various pairings (all of them involving England) so here's the next one.

Pairing: PrUK

Angst

Gilbert watched his younger brother being dragged away by his new friends. He didn't bother glancing round. There was no-one here with him anymore. There never was. Francis was always busy with some girl and Antonio was equally as busy with Lovino. Gilbert had no-one bar his pet bird, Gilbird. But he had flown off a few minutes before in pursuit of a Girlbird. He sighed and drew his legs up onto the bench he was sitting on.

"Hey," said a voice. Gilbert's head jolted up and he stared at the vision in front of him – someone was speaking to him. "What's wrong with you?" asked Arthur, glaring at him in a rather defensive way.

Fluff

Gilbert opened the door in a party hat, surprised that anyone else would be turning up to the party. He was even more astonished to find Arthur blushing. "Arthur?" he asked.

"I-I was just… passing by…" said Arthur, clutching at a teddy bear. The bear in question was holding a small heart, the Prussian flag adorning it. Gilbert raised an eyebrow when he noticed this detail. "I-I mean… Passing… Um…" Arthur's face deepened in colour.

Humour

"Arthur! Arthur!" exclaimed Gilbert, rushing up behind him and holding his hands over his eyes. "Guess who?!"

"Gilbert you blithering idiot; get off me. I'm busy!"

Gilbert pouted and dropped his hands down so that he was hugging him. "But ze awesome one vants to hug you!"

Arthur blushed but, since Gilbert couldn't see, he snorted. "Just behave yourself, please. You're being rather childish for someone of your age."

Smut

Gilbert watched as Arthur's head started to move lower, his kisses covering his neck and collarbone. He was impassive for a few moments before he gasped as he felt Arthur kissing one of his nipples. Arthur glanced up and their eyes met. This caused Gilbert's heart to skip a beat and his breath caught.

Arthur meanwhile, just smiled a little, blushing. Then his tongue slipped from his mouth as he began lick at the nipple. Gilbert gasped and closed his eyes in pleasure, starting to get more aroused.

Au/Crossover (Supernatural)

"I'm very sorry to have to ask you questions so soon after the funeral, ma'am," said Arthur, watching the woman stressing about the dinner, her sister calmly helping her.

"Oh, no!" the widow said, hurriedly, still clattering around. "I know you're just doing your job."

Arthur nodded, glancing at Gilbert. However, Gilbert was watching the sister. Arthur would dearly have loved to hit him to get his attention but that would have looked unprofessional – and they weren't professional to begin with. "Could you just tell us how your husband died, miss."

The woman froze and bit her lip before turning to look at them. Her sister turned, too, and Gilbert hurriedly averted his gaze to the person speaking. "Well," she was saying. "It was very odd. He just stiffened at the dinner table. Then blood came out of his mouth and his nose and his ears… And then… He just…" She glanced at her sister who nodded in encouragement. "He just… exploded…"

(Vampires)

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" growled Arthur, grabbing the woman's arm, pulling her towards him. She shrieked in confusion and sudden fear as he glared at the newcomer. The other vampire bared his fangs.

"The awesome one needs a snack. Vith zis one here, it is just vonderfully like fate, ja?" He grinned at the British vampire who just glared back, very annoyed at having been interrupted – he had just been about to have a marvellous meal and this git had ruined that now that she was struggling wildly against his grasp.

Kinky

Knowing Arthur loved magic and knowing a pick-up line that would fit, Gilbert leaned forward and purred into his ear from behind. "Is that a vand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, ja?"

Arthur started and turned round in his seat, staring wide-eyed at the Prussian, who just grinned back. "Your vand is hard, ja? I'd like to make some magic vith it!"

Fetish

Arthur hid behind the door, not happy with what Gilbert was demanding of him. "I-I can't come out…" he muttered, holding onto the handle.

"Ja," said Gilbert, rattling the handle on the other side. "It's your turn, Arthur."

Arthur turned red. He was right, of course. Reluctantly, he opened the door and slipped out, twirling the handcuffs on his finger. Gilbert watched, agog, the policeman stalking after him as he backed away. "Someone's been committing a lot of crimes, eh, Gilbert?" said Arthur, trying to stop himself from blushing.

Hurt/Comfort (I blame the idea for this one on the song "It's My Party" by Lesley Gore)

Gilbert watched Arthur leaving the room in a hurry. He glanced around the rest of the party – it seemed pretty chaotic. Seeing as everyone else was ignoring him, Gilbert decided to follow the Brit so he could tell him how much his party was lacking in beer. He left the room and heard a distant door slam closed. Frowning, he hurried to the upper floor and looked round. Trying the first door he came to, he found himself in Arthur's bedroom.

Arthur was curled up on the bed, hugging his knees. His shoulders were shaking as if he was sobbing. Gilbert's eyes widened. It was Arthur's birthday and he was crying. Gilbert could relate. I mean, I can't because I'm too awesome to cry on my birthday, haha!Gilbert hesitated before moving forward to sit on the bed beside Arthur. Arthur glanced up, surprised, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. He seemed startled to see Gilbert but the Prussian simply enveloped the Brit in his arms and pulled him towards his chest, letting him cry.

First Love

Arthur watched Francis walk off, another woman on his arm. Growling, he turned back into his house. Stomping into his kitchen he spotted some fairies who giggled.

"What's wrong Artie?" asked one of the fairies.

Grumpily, Arthur sat at the kitchen table, his chin on his hands. "Francis went off and found another person to love. And I still haven't fallen in love. Not even once. It's annoying." He sighed. "Not that I'd know if I loved them when I met them – and then I'd drive them away…" He picked up his teacup to take a drink.

"Why don't you use magic to find the first person you love?" asked another fairy. "I can even do it for you!" Before Arthur could protest, she flew down and tapped the surface of the tea with her wand. It rippled and, as Arthur stared down, a face started to form. A familiar face. A Prussian face. Gilbert's face.

Fantasy

Gilbert stared at the troll obscuring the path. "Let me take care of this," he said to his prince. Arthur shook his head.

"No, I can do this," he said, drawing his sword.

"Nein!" snapped Gilbert. "I am supposed to protect you, dummkopf!" Gilbert drew his sword, glaring at Arthur as if to discourage him. Arthur stared back, a slight blush on his face.

"We…" he began, trailing off. He cleared his throat and tried again. "We'll bothengage the troll, alright?"

Horror

Arthur had warned him not to go off on his own but Gilbert hadn't listened. He had left the British man alone. That was his first worry when the door slammed shut behind him. Gasping, he turned and tugged at the handle. It didn't budge. Then he sensed something was behind him. He gulped and slowly turned…

Meanwhile, Arthur was searching desperately for Gilbert. It had been a stupid argument at a stupid time. And now he was worried. He tried room after room, hoping he'd get to the Prussian first…

Adventure

As Arthur shouted at Gilbert for his foolishness, he felt his footing give way. Suddenly he was falling; falling into the unknown and he had no way to stop himself. A piece of vine attached to the edge of the cliff. He grabbed at it and he felt it slicing into his flesh as it stopped his descent. He hung for a moment until the terrified shout came from above.

"Arthur!" It almost sounded like a scream. Arthur looked up, too terrified to look elsewhere. Gilbert's face appeared and Arthur saw the look of terror swept away by one of relief. "Gott sei Dank! Hang on! I vill get rope!" But, even as he said that and hurried off to do so, Arthur could feel his grip slipping as the blood on his hands now acted as lubricant…

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

Arthur had come to visit Ludwig. Now, though, he wished he hadn't bothered. He had been left alone with Gilbert and the Prussian git was staring at him in a weird way. It was making him feel tingly and he wasn't sure why.

Of course, that was a lie. He knew why he could feel tingles running up and down his spine. Just like he knew exactly why his brain was slowly undressing the man opposite him…

Future

Gilbert put his hand into his pocket for what felt like the millionth time. It was starting to get on Arthur's nerves. He sighed and put down his cutlery. "Look," he said. "If you need to have sex so badly, I'll help out, you only need to ask." And with that, he slipped out of his chair and knelt on the floor, reaching for his lover's belt.

"Nein!" exclaimed Gilbert, jumping up. "You're not supposed to be the one on ze floor!" He pulled the bewildered Arthur to his feet and dropped to a knee himself. Arthur just stared down at him as he put his hand into his pocket once more.

"W-What…?" breathed Arthur, guessing what was going on.

Suspense

"Ja, I found it," said Gilbert, waving a piece of paper back and forth under Arthur's nose. Arthur gave a growl and grabbed his hand, directing the beam of the torch to it. Sure enough, there was a blackmail letter. The evidence they needed.

"Right," said Arthur. "Let's put everything back-" They both froze, listening to the distant sound of a door opening and footsteps. Arthur's eyes widened. If they were found here, now, without a warrant, the whole case would have to be thrown out. While he was struggling to figure out what they should do, they both clearly heard the cry of a woman from somewhere in the house…

Death

Gilbert leaned backwards on the swing-chair, gazing up at the blue sky, unusual for this time of year in England. A cloud hung there, innocently watching the two. The Prussian could hear sobbing but didn't look at Arthur – if he did, he would cry, too and that was definitely not awesome. A breeze started up and the branches of the tree opposite moved, letting the sun shine through. Gilbert held up a hand to shield his eyes.

And that was when he noticed that he was already fading. "Arthur," he said, quietly, turning to the Brit. Arthur looked up and his eyes widened, tears spilling faster now.

"N-No! Not yet!" he exclaimed, clutching at Gilbert's rapidly disappearing arm…

If any of you would like a pairing done, I don't mind doing it. :)