Hetalia one-shots

PRUCAN- BTT But It's A Band AU-

This is the last part of BTT but it's a band AU. PRUCAN.

<Third Person POV>

"Gilbert, for the last time, what made you think it was a good idea to "work out" after such a severe injury? You could have seriously injured yourself past healing." Ludwig accused.

Gilbert smugly looked at the younger, "Come on, I'm fine, see, nothing to worry about. I'm way too awesome not to stay in shape; I have to look awesome, not that it takes much work."

Ludwig let out an exasperated sigh as he dragged his hand tiredly over his face. Ludwig was quite annoyed with his brother, who, despite being twenty-seven, could not properly take care of himself. Gilbert and his so-called friends had managed to get themselves in a nasty fight a month ago. Gilbert being Gilbert, decided that heavy training was perfectly healthy after just coming out of the hospital. Now, he had opened up some of his old injuries, caused some damage to his tissue and muscles, and was once more in the hospital, much to Ludwig's dismay.

"I swear one of these days; I'm going to kill you before you manage to get yourself killed." Ludwig declared tiredly.

Ludwig leaned back in the hospital chair and rubbed hir tired eyes; dark patches the size of a teabag lay under his eyes. He picked up the hospital notes from the side table and began scanning through the pages.

Gilbert had been in the hospital for three days and was to be released tomorrow if none of his old injuries reopened. Although, this never seemed to bother the Albino. Over the years, he had made quite a name for himself in the medical industry. He had even received the title "Doctor's worst nightmare" due to his many injuries over his youth.

"Mr. Beilschmidt, you have a visitor," The doctor said in an irritated voice.

"Eh? Let them in then," Gilbert ordered.

The doctor moved to the side, letting in a cheerfully blond man. "Yo, dude, I heard you got hospitalized, so I came over to check on ya!" exclaimed the man.

Gilbert smiled, "Alfred!"

Alfred ran to him and gave him a bone-crushing hug, which Gilbert would have returned if he wasn't hospitalized.

"Okay, man, you can let me go now." Gilbert hissed.

Alfred pulled back from the hug and sat on the chair near Gilbert's bed.

"So, when are they gonna let you out of this place?" Alfred asked.

"Tomorrow, I can't wait to get out of here, man. The food is almost as bland as English food," Gilbert complained.

"Don't worry, man, I got you covered," Alfred announced as he took off his backpack.

"Here ya go," Alfred said as he pulled out some sausage.

Gilbert looked at it, slightly puzzled and worried.

"This thing American or German?" Gilbert asked.

"Dude, don't doubt me; I know ya like this shit German, although it tastes the same to me." Alfred declared.

Gilbert looked at his shocked, "How can you say that; American sausages are heavily unseasoned; and taste of pure pepper. German sausages are the shit." Gilbert stated as he opened the package.

"Whatever, man, anything else I can get for ya?" Alfred asked.

Gilbert shook his head as he ate.

"So, what ya gonna do after you get out of here?" Alfred asked.

"Gonna try to escape Ludwig from babying me and try to become more awesome," Gilbert explained.

Ludwig gave Gilbert a cold stare as he continued to read through the notes.