(A/N:) Still don't own Hetalia, nice try though ;D
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Gilbert's POV:
Wow.
This is not at all what Gilbert had been expecting. We bring you to the home of the bad touch trio, to be more specific, the living room. On the couch in this living room sat Gilbert Beilschmidt, where he hadn't left for what seemed like decades. Accompanying him were the other members of the house, who were now contemplating on how to deal with this.... situation.
"What do we do?" Said a familiar Spaniard.
"I say we A) Mess with him, or B) Snap him out of the apparent day-dream he's ensnared in," suggested the third member of the room.
"Or you could leave me to my daydreaming," suggested Gilbert, leaning further into the couch.
"Well, May we at least ask what you're daydreaming about?" Chimed Francis.
"Si, you've been sitting there for like, five years!" Complained Antonio.
"Him," replied Gilbert.
"Well that narrows it down," groaned Francis.
"Well, if you want to meet him, then you better have your butts ready in....," he peered at his phone. "Exactly five minutes!" Gilbert jumped up from his position on the couch.
"Ooooh, a mystery man! Does he like tomatoes? Lovi likes tomatoes!" Gushed Antonio, an ever-so-faint blush warming his cheeks.
"Er... possibly," Gilbert shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know much about him at all."
"What! And to think you want to bring your best friends to meet him," Francis fake-scolded. "He could be a potential murderer Gilly! Oh, what are we going to do with you!"
"Hush, this guy's chill."
"How chill?" Antonio challenged, while Francis gave Gilbert the "oh-yes-he-did" look.
"Well, come with me and I'll show you!" Gilbert nudged his friends towards the door.
"Do you even know his name?" Asked Francis.
"Like I would go to a guy's house if I didn't know their name!"
"You didn't know his name when you went there earlier," piped the Spaniard.
"Touché," replied Gilbert. Before the two could complain any more, they had arrived at their destination.
"Well, here we are!" Gilbert shouted, enthusiasm dripped from his voice. The albino began to knock almost too loudly. The door was answered shortly, of course by the small man the albino had been daydreaming about for the past four hours.
"Adorable as ever, I see." Gilbert thought to himself. He was about to greet the smaller male, but was interrupted by a sudden voice behind him.
"Mathieu?" Francis croaked, stepping towards the host. This startled Gilbert, but what came next almost petrified him.
"P-papa?"
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(A/N): Short, I know, but I wanted to cut it off there B) The next chapter shall be longer (not that anyone is actually reading this but STILL)
I'm out! *poof*
