Hetalia GerPru (Gamzee and JustAFangirl VwV)
 

---------- Post added 06-09-2013 at 10:22 PM ----------

Gilbert looked at his phone, out of breath from dancing. He and his friends loved to go out on Friday night to rave clubs. unfortunately. due to events in the past, he was required by west to come home no later than midnight. His phone read 12:15, and he jumped off of his bar stool, ignoring the guy he'd been flirting with. He waved to Francis and Antonio quickly. knowing he was going to be late home now. He got in his bmw and sped towards the Beilschmidt residence, not paying any attention to red lights or speed limits. When he got home, he flung the door open, hoping the other man was in a good mood. He was a full hour late, having been a good distance away.

Ludwig doesn't so much as look up when his brother gets home, attention settled firmly on the television that was playing some sort of soap opera meant for bored housewives up late at night. After a momentary pause, the younger blonde does look over. "...Hello, bruder. Did you have fun with your friends...?" He offers a small smile that is severely lacking in any actual infliction of emotion.

(I TRIED WHILE DISTRACTED AND I FEEL THIS IS A VALIANT EFFORT. <33333333

Gilbert looks kind of like a cornered animal as Ludwig looks at him. "Nice show." He snickers, and decides to flop unceremoniously on the couch. The older German stares at the TV for a few moments before curling against his younger, but larger brother. He got comfortable and then spoke. "So..." He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before forcing Ludwig's face down inappropriately close to his own. His red eyes stared into blue ones, anger flaring like fire. "Who's ass do I need to kick for messing with my favorite little country?" He snarled, his lips curling into an angry grimace. "Was it your Italian boyfriend?" He was pretty good at reading his younger friend. After all, he'd practically raised him...kind of...with the help of Austria.... "I'll kill him if he hurt you." The ex-nations hissed.

((You do better than me, so hush you.))

"It is....interesting. Julie did something or another to Joe's coat and now it is a huge scandal." The words were quiet and rather wry, as well as an obvious attempt at lighthearted humor. However the faux humor quickly vanishes as he's suddenly forced to meet his brother's eyes. A faint actual smile works itself onto his features and he reaches up to carefully brush back silver hair. As he speaks again, the words have lost the more bitter tone, sounding simply like a watered down version of his normal speech. "I am alright, Bruder.... No need to kill anyone. Italy simply wished to break up. It is......nothing. I prefer that he broke this off than continued while holding no romantic interest.. But, thank you, I appreciate it "

(omg no
You're great at this.

Prussia's mouth turned down into a dark frown as he listened very carefully to what the blonde had to say. His cheeks went red, contrasting starkly with pale flesh. He wasn't quite sure it was his anger that had him so red, or the sweet touch of his brother that had caused the flushing, but he did know one thing for sure. He was going to murder Feliciano. And Romano. Feliciano because he'd broken the heart of someone as precious as Ludwig, and Romano for not stopping it. He gave a wry grin that held no warmth and kissed the other's cheek. "Why don't you get some rest?" He stood and forced the large, Aryan man to lay down. He slung a blanket over Ludwig's form an tucked him in. "Get some sleep Luddy. We'll talk about this in the morning."

The Prussian stormed down into his room (aka the basement) and slung his clothes off into the floor, throwing on something he didn't mind ruining. He didn't give a damn what time it was, he was ready to kick some Italian ass. He slipped up the stairs again, then out of the house, Climbing into his car and speeding off wildly.

Upon arriving at the Varga's household, Gilbert stormed to the door, nearly banging it down. Feliciano answered, acting cheery as normal until his saw who was at his door. Unruly silver hair and red eyes glowered down at the cowardly Italian, and Feli cowered with a little squeak. "H-Hi Prussia!! Nice to see you! What are you don't here so la--" Feliciano was cut short by a fist to the face. "I'm going to kill you." The ex-nation hissed, making his way into the door to punch the offender again. Then everything want black.

When Gilbert woke up, he was laying out in West's yard, incredible pain in his body. His face was sore, and he was sure he must have a black eye. His guess was that after kicking his ass, Romano had thrown the Prussian back into the Beilschmidt yard. Because while the Itlay brothers were weak, they were hard to deal with together. He stood, then went to the door, letting himself in and collapsing in a chair with a groan.

((Meh. I am fail.))

Ludwig seemed to already be up and about by the time Gilbert manages inside the house. Everything from the night before was back in it's own neat spot and the smell and noises of cooking was currently filling the air of their cozy home. The younger brother seems to hear the small noises, walking into the living room. "Bruder, Where did you go..?" The blonde pauses the moment he actually sees his brother, dashing over. "Oh my god," He brushes back silver hair in a fretful sort of manner "Bruder, What happened to you?"




((Pshhh, Nonsense~!

Gilbert looked at Ludwig for a moment, then cracked a smile that caused his busted lips to crack and bleed. "Ah nothing, I'm just a bit scratched up." He shrugged like it was nothing. "You should see the other guy." He said with a smirk, though he hadn't even really laid a hand on Romano, and only got a punch in on Feliciano. He felt a bit embarrassed about the younger one's reaction. "Trust me west. I'm like a bajillion years older than you, I'm not some fragile flower." Though in truth, since he wasn't a nation any longer, he knew he had to be careful. "So anyway, how did you sleep?" He asked, changing the subject ubruptly.

A huge pout started to form on Gilbert's face, his blackened eyes watering a little as he scrunched up his face. "Don't touch me west." He hissed. "I can take care of myself just fine!" He got up, fully intending to storm out before tripping over the coffe table, falling to the floor. He groaned, feeling his self pity kick in. He hated the fact that Ludwig could take care of him now. It honestly wasn't fair. He wanted to be the stronger, protective, big brother. He felt that was his job. He stood back up and brushed off his clothes, though they were already blood stained and torn, so there we no point in trying to brush them off. "Ludwig, I got in plenty of fights when you were little. You know that. I used to kick Austria's ass all the time. Duh. Don't you think I'll be fine with a few brusies...?" A knock on the door shut him up. He sprinted up to answer it, instantly getting screams from the person outside. It was Romano, and he was still unhappy about the night before. He pushed passed Gilbert and screamed, demanding to speak to Ludwig.

The feisty Italian screamed loudly at the blonde, furious. "What kind if freak show are you running around here?!? Letting that loser lose on my brother for no good reason at all! You're a bastard! He's a bastard! You're both german bastards!" Gilbert hissed from behind Ludwig. "For no good reason?! You're shitfaced, pasta loving dog broke my little broth we'd heart! He got what he deserved!" Romano boiled at Gilbert's accusation. "He isn't a dog! And maybe if your brother knew how to kiss, he'd still have Feli." The Prussian lunged at the Italian. "Take it back!" He shrieked. "West is great at kissing! Your brother is the one who sucks!" Romano laughed loudly. "You would know how that German fucker kisses wouldn't you!?" The two tried to punch each other, the whole thing turning into a petty bitch fight.

Prussia's face dropped. "It's not your fault west! It was my fault for not controlling my anger." He hugged his brother from behind. "And Romano," he glared. "You're the one who can't kiss. Toni also told me you're a whore." Gilbert smirked and Italy became furious, turning red like a tomato and screaming. "F you! F your whole family!" His voice raised a few octaves and Prussia just chuckled. "You ok west? Need a cupcake or something? I was going to make some cake or something." He shrugged and headed off towards the kitchen after slamming the door in romano's face.

Gilbert got really close to his adopted siblings face, pressing his forehead with Ludwig's so their eyes locked directly. " listen to me." He whispered softly. "I fought with those losers because you're something special Ludwig Beilschmidt." He backed away and smiled. "And I want you to be cherished by whoever takes you from me." He acted very lighthearted, though the thought of any one taking Germany from him was painful. He slipped on an apron. "Who knows..." He set the oven, his back turned to the younger. "Maybe you can even have a little colony of your own with someone." He hid his slightly down cast expression, starting to mix batter for the cake.

Gilbert laughed, but not with mirth. "Grow up Ludwig. You don't really think I'm going to stay here after you get hitched do you?" He snort. "I'll have to move out. That would be weird if I were still mooching after you while you're trying to make sweet babies." He started mixing more aggressively. "I think Austria was wanting me to come work there for a while anyway. He's been needing someone to help keep that house clean. And he and Elizaveta always were fond of my cooking." He poured the homemade mix into a pan and set it in the oven, then went to work making the icing. "Who do you think you'll be interested in next? Want some tips? I wouldn't go for anyone like Ivan if I were you. He's a psycho and he'd probably murder you in your sleep. Don't pick England because he's a twat. Matthew is sweet, but he'd be terrified by your yelling. I think Alfred could handle you nicely if you're interested in him. He's big, powerful, loud and aggressive...which is just what you need...someone like you...or maybe someone less like you? Someone like Japan? Or maybe someone more...like Greece...Or Antonio...Antonio is pretty cool." He didn't let his brother talk for even a moment, continuing to jabber on so he wouldn't have to explain his sudden expressions.

Ludwig's quietly listening to his older brother, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. "Oh, you are planning to move in with those two..?" He lightly loops his arms around Gilbert's waist and just tucks himself against his back like he would a long time ago when he was a good deal smaller. He knew that his brother wouldn't always be living here, and that was good because then he would be self sufficient and if anything were to happen to him, Gilbert would be alright. But the idea of it happening..soon was an unpleasant one. The house would be quite and always clean and.......... He sighs softly against his brother's shirt. "Bruder. What if, I don't want to date anyone right now..?"

The Prussian swatted the hands from around his waist, not wishing to be touched. He could feel a headache coming on and his mood swung for the worst. "Ludwig. You are not a young man." He snapped. "And I won't let you become an nobody like I did. You need to start looking for a permanent partner. Don't waste time worrying over what I'm going to do. I've got plenty of places to go if the need arises, and is much rather see the country flourish then die like mine did." He scowled, thinking of his own failures, then snickered to himself. "Wouldn't want you to become like me." He stormed out, flipping off the apron. "Finish the cake when the timer goes off. I don't feel so good." He ran down the stairs to the basement and locked the door, collapsing on his bed in the middle of the messy room. He knew he shouldn't have taken his frustrations out on his brother. After all, it wasn't Ludwig's fault that Gilbert had become a freeloading loser. He just didn't want to see Germany make the same mistakes he had.

Gilbird pecked at the basement door, having not been fast enough to keep up with the ex-nation whom he normally made his resting place. The distraught creature flew around in circles, whistling and chirping loudly. Upon seeing that the door would not be opened for him, the bird flew back into the kitchen, nestling into the blonde hair of the younger German. He made a sound of contentment, then became restless again, flying back to the for of Gilbert's room.

"......" Ludwig watches Gilbert storm off quietly, a small sigh working it's way from his chest. He wasn't mad or anything of the like, he simply felt, tired. Why did it matter if he found a romantic partner or not? That would not mark his value in any shape or form. A part of him was feeling a bit insulted despite knowing the agitation wasn't directed anywhere near him. The blonde brother puts the thrown apron on carefully and tends to the cake with a solemn sort of air.

He looks up when Gilbird relocates in his hair for awhile. "Hullo. Is bruder acting angry to you as well..?" He stirs slightly from his tense stance by the stove. "Alright, I can try and open his door for you, but no promises he has not locked it..." The younger follows after the small little bird to carefully try and push open the door "Bruder, I believe your bird wishes for your presence."

The grumpy prussia opened the door just enough to allow his pet in, then huffed and stormed back to his bed, forgetting to lock the door after letting Gilbird into his makeshift room. he laid face down in his black tanktop and his boxer shorts, cans of beer and dirty laundry littering the floor. His playstation was on pause, some sort of war game on, and there was a pizza box in the closet. Red cups were also a thing to be seen. He didn't really care for cleanliness. As long as he could sleep on the bed, he didnt see the need in cleaning anything else up.

"Oh, Bruder... " The german man sort of just, sighs for a moment. ''Bruder, can I just......clean up a tiny bit? I won't bother you." The mess was seriously starting to bother him and he figured it would give Gilbert a bit of time to cool of and he wouldn't be quite as mad. So, when he wasn't met with any answer, he slipped in and began to quietly pick up the more obvious trash with a nearly silent sigh. It was.....rather depressing when Gil got like this. Why on earth did it matter if he found someone or not anyway..? He was perfectly happy with how things were currently.

Gilbert mumbled something into the sheets that sounded a lot like "Merde." Copying the french word his best friend said often. He looked up at his brother with a deep sigh. "West, you don't have to clean up after me. I can do this if you want." He stood and started to move things to their proper places. "I love you Ludwig.." He said softly. "You've always been dear to me." He smiled quietly. "I just want you to take care of yourself. That's all...."

"I am aware that I do not half to.." The taller blonde continued to clean up, even as Gilbert came over and began to clean as well. "But I like it well enough." He listens quietly before he huffs and turns his attention to the paler of the two. "I take care of myself just fine and I will continue to do so... But, I can promise you that I will be just fine if I do not move into another's bed." Ludwig brushes back a stray hair while he cleans. "And it is a touch hurtful when you are so quick to assume otherwise."