The bad touch trio and the Philosopher's Stone.

I will accept whatever your answer is.

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I'm so so so sorry I haven't updated since September! I just didn't feel like writing the story anymore because nobody was reading it and because recently a family member I was close to passed away a few days ago... Until actually as I'm typing this do I realize someone actually commented and voted for my story. So I really hope that more people will discover this story. Instead of writing in first person it will be in third person cause it's just a lot easier for me. Anyway, on to the story!!!! Merry Christmas!!!!!! Do you like the pic? Lol Ludwig the really buff reindeer!
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Prussia's P.O.V. (3rd person)

"You really didn't need to get me this pet" Gil said for what seemed like the third time in a quiet voice.
"Oh but I did! You really needed some cheering up after what that man did to you!" Molly responded with a edge in her voice indicating that she wasn't about to let him go back to that depressed Gilbert from when she had just found him. As they turned the corner, the Prussian spotted a familiar Frenchmen looking around like it was the end of the world before spotting him.
"ENFIN!! Gilbert I thought I would never find you!! Neverdissapearlikethatagainyounearlygavemeaheartattack oh mon dieu!!" He said all in one big almost impossible breath.
Prussia patted his friend's head. "It's good to see you too Francis" he said his voice very quiet and filled with sadness and pure fear. Which worried the blond Frenchman. "Are you okay Gilbert? You seem a little off."
Molly chuckled and asked, "I'm guessing this is one of your friends?" Prussia merely nodded silently. Putting France even more on edge than he was before he found Gil.
"Anyway, I really need to get you back to the others" he paused and turned to Molly and the twins. "Merci. I don't know how I could thank you for finding and keeping him safe"
"Oh don't you worry about that. I just did what any other parent out there would have done. You don't want to keep those friends of yours waiting, now do you?" She said to the two eleven year old boys. They bid farewell and went their separate ways. France pulled the Prussian into an empty alley.
"Prussia, what happened back there?" He asked. "I have known you for centuries, and I can tell that something is bothering you. Please tell me. I can help you" he pleaded. Prussia looked the blonde right in the eye and shook his head. Letting a single tear slide don't his cheek and onto the bricks. France's sapphire blue eyes widened at all the emotions in his best friend's crimson eyes. "I don't want to talk about it. Please can we just drop it?" He mumbled emphasizing 'just'. He scowled at the answer he got but didn't push him any further, knowing what he could be like when someone pushed his buttons. He took the depressed Prussian by the wrist and dragged him back to the ice cream stand where the others were waiting. "Gilbert! I really really missed you!!" Italy cried as he pulled the albino into a surprising bone crushing hug. But he didn't hug back. He was just too tired. To tired to even put one foot in front of another.
"Gilbert amigo. Where did you go? Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Did you lose anything?" Antonio bombed Prussia with questions and surprisingly a lot of worry than someone normally would. Italy finally let go and gave Gil some room to breathe properly. He turned to the concerned spaniard and answered all questions at once. "Um, I got lost, yes, no and no."
A few moments later, two certain nations came almost bolting down the street. Well, Scotland was at least. Russia just calmly followed behind. The red headed nation grabbed Gilbert by the shoulders and looked straight into his crimson eyes.
"What do you think you were doing wandering off like that? You know Arthur would have killed me if I lost you. That is, if Germany didn't beat him to it. Anyway, let's head back to the inn. We can get the wands tomorrow" he said tiredly.
The walk back was silent except for the occasional cough or sneeze. Everyone seemed just as tired as Gilbert. 'Probably from trying to find me' he thought. When they returned, Italy stayed with everyone else and gave Prussia some room to sleep. But he really just took all the blankets and hid under the bed letting all his rage, fury, sadness and fear overwhelm him. A certain Russian walked into the room and immediately almost dropped to his knees while covering his ears. The Prussian had lost control of his rage and fear that it became to strong even for Ivan to handle. He managed to crawl back into the hall and into his and France's room. Everyone was alarmed by the shaking Russian in front of them. "Ivan? What happened?"
The only response they got was "So much... anger a-and sadness. I-I've never felt so much o-of it" he stuttered before completely breaking down in loud sobs where he stood.
"Guys! Do a magic check on him and make sure he's not hurt!" Spain said with surprising authority as he stormed out of the room and down the hall to Gil's room.
The moment he opened the door he shielded his ears from the voices he heard. 'Go away! Leave me alone!'
Prussia's emotions were speaking for him. They sounded like multiple voices speaking all at once yet one voice alone at the same time. Using his own wavelengths of emotion, Antonio let all his rage out and over powered Prussia's by a long shot. After he was sure that Prussia wasn't trying to fight anymore, the rage was replaced with peace and calmness.
He walked to the bed that the albino was hiding under and kneeled down to look under it. Their eyes met and both were silent. The Spaniard held his hand out for the Prussian to grab. When he didn't take ahold of his hand, Antonio gently pulled him out from under the bed and slowly rocked him back and forth while he silently cried into his shirt.
"Shhh, it's okay Gil, I'm here. You don't need to worry." Antonio savoured how close Prussia was to him. He wanted to comfort him for as long as he needed to be comforted. He wanted to wipe away the tears with his hands then his lips. 'Wait, what?' Antonio shook his head to rid the feelings he has buried deep down since WWII.
"Don't worry. I will always be by your side. I will never leave you. Ever." He said, his voice muffled by Prussia's beautiful snow white hair. 'Again with these odd thoughts. I know he will never feel the same way' He thought to himself. Before he knew it, the albino Prussian fell asleep in his arms. He put him back on top of the bed and spread the blankets back over the entire thing. "He looks so broken and small" the brunette nation whispered to himself.
       He closed the door and walked back to the other room to see a somewhat calm Scottish man and a sleeping Russian. France and Italy were quietly sitting on the floor talking about different foods from their countries. All eyes landed on him as he closed the door behind him. Spain could tell they all wanted to know what happened. "Do not ask him what happened. Do not force it out of him. If he wants you guys to know, he will tell you when he's ready." Everyone wasn't happy with the answer, but it was all they would get out of the Spaniard and they knew that.
      He told them he was going back to keep watch over him incase anything happened their albino friend.  When he arrived at Gil's room, green fire met red fire. "You okay?" He asked.
Prussia just buried his head further into his pillow. Spain smiled sadly at the state he was in. Slowly he walked towards the bed and slipped under the covers and pulled Prussia closer to him. While stroking the white mess called Gilbert's hair, Antonio was building up the courage to say his feelings for Gilbert out loud. "Why are you doing this for me?" Gilbert finally said after what felt like an eternity.
"W-what do you mean?"
"What I mean is, that when the others would have said this like a normal person, you have a lot more emotion in your voice. And you want to stay with me."
Antonio knew there was no way out of this. He was cornered. "W-well, y-you see, I kinda had feelings for you for a long time and I never knew how to tell you. Oh screw it" he said quietly and before Gilbert knew it, Antonio's lips were on his. The kiss was quick yet passionate. Before he had time to say anything, Spain continued speaking.
           "If you ever decide you will never feel that way about me then I will accept it. I will never love anyone else, but I will accept it. But if there is the slightest spark, the tiniest flame of hope that maybe, possibly, one day you can let yourself feel even a bit of what I feel for you, then I will wait. I will wait however long you are ready."
By the end of this Prussia was once again in tears. 'He actually feels the same way' he thought. Cupping the crying Spaniard's cheek, Prussia finally replied, "I love you too. I always have. Since the Pirate days. I have loved you. I love you. I love you" he said over and over. He planted a long, warm kiss in his the love of his life's lips.
He smiled at Spain and said, "So are we friends with benefits, or are a thing now?"
His response was Antonio pulling him closer. "We're a thing, if you want to be one that is" he whispered.
Gilbert nodded.
They both fell asleep in each other's arms unaware of the Frenchman and Italian peeking in through the door who had heard the entire confession.
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Woo!! That took so much energy to make but it was worth it! Thank you for reading this. Yes, I do ship Spain x Prussia so deal with it. If you don't like boy x boy, then please feel free to speak your opinion in the comments below. ^J^
Anyway, thank you for reading and please do follow, comment, vote and share this story with everyone you know!!      Oh! And if you're wondering why that video is up there even thought it has nothing to do with the story, it was most likely what I was listening to when making this chapter. Well, see you when I update again which will be soon once I plan  it a little more.
What do you guys think of a Hetalia and RWBY crossover story? Because I'm writing a story in a notebook of mine that I got. I already have two titles,
1) a Grimm reminder
2) wild at heart
Please choose which one you like better!! Okay, now I'm going to go,
laterrrrrrrrrr, manny. （＾ω＾）