Hetalia Oneshots 2 (DISCONTINUED)

Holding Unto You

(EDIT: changed the title haha. I recommend listening to 'Holding On to You' from Twenty Øne Pilots as you listen)

Word Count: 1578] [Characters: England, Prussia. Mentions of France, Spain, and America] [Status: More or less; Oneshot.] [Summary: Gilbert and Arthur are more than just what meets the eye.]

[Warning: Slight Swearing] Enjoy!

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Arthur Kirkland and Gilbert Beilshmidt were brothers. It was clear enough - their own features compared to each other were impeccable despite the apparent difference in personality. If enough investigation was done they could even be considered as twins, even. No one ever bothered to ask, so no one had knowledge of it. As brothers, they were both rather close at heart, and Arthur knew that Gilbert was more than that arrogant prick he decided to act upon. No one knew Prussia as well as England did (maybe France or Spain knew a thing or two, but not as much as Arthur) and that's one thing the British Nation was very proud of. At least he could be of some use with helping with problems other people had rather than be the high-strung grump he was always known as.

Today was Monday. Arthur and Gilbert happened to run to each other as a local coffee shop located in Britain, just right after the G8 Meeting came to an end. Right now, they were sitting in a round table outside; the weather was slightly rainy and there were hardly any people around. It was the perfect outing for Arthur, and he knew the Germanic Nation felt the same.

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"...It was nice hanging out with you again, Gil," England sighed, taking a sip of his mint-flavoured tea. He grabbed a small biscuit by a pinch and snacked on it, humming lowly.

"Heh, I missed you too, Iggy," Prussia said as he snaked a hand to grab one or two of the biscuits from England's plate, wolfing it down instantly.

"Sh-Shut up you git! I know you were the one who taught Alfred to say that!" Arthur fumed, his face turning slightly red.

"And changed his middle name to 'Francis'?"

"...What."

"...Oh crap you didn't know."

"You bloody hell of a man," Arthur muttered lowly under his minty breath, "You didn't tell Francis, did you?"

Prussia stayed silent, his scarlet eyes wandering around in a mocking state, "...I may or may have not said anything to that lover of yours.."

"...Prussia, if we weren't in such dismal states right now, I wouldn't hesitate to invade you," Arthur threatened, his bushy eyebrows knitting into a glare. Prussia shrugged with a smile, propping his arms on the table.

"Heh, what's the point when I'm not worth anything..." He sighed, closing his eyes in a dazed state.

Well that escalated quickly

England glanced at him, his angered face softening. Something was wrong here. And even if Prussia usually was a very morose being, something had to be up.

"Gil..? Are you alright?" He asked, no hesitation or uncertainty in his voice. He mentally took note of his body language and facile movements. It was a useful tactic that usually took years to master.

Prussia smiled with force, and Arthur could see that with absolute perfection and certainty, " 'Course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Arthur deadpanned at him, "...You can't just say that you're not 'worth anything' and say nothing's fucking wrong and expect I would be enough of a bloody idiot to believe that crap, Gilbert," Arthur said curtly.