(A/N): Nipples
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Gilbert's POV:
Another month passes, meaning Spring is slowly becoming summer.
Also meaning that Ludwig, Gilbert's baby brother, didn't have classes, giving him more time to Skype with him, like they're doing right now.
"Hallo!" Gilbert greeted, waving to the burly blonde on his screen.
"Hallo, bruder," replied the German, sounding less than amused. "why must you insist on being so loud all the time? It's unnecessary."
"Someone's cranky," the Prussian replied, flipping his long, flowy, hair that didn't exist. "awe, is someone butthurt because they're not getting enough Italian ass?"
"I hope you realize I share a room with said Italian, and he can hear everything you say," Ludwig replied through gritted teeth. "bruder." he made sure to emphasize this, showing his pure annoyance with his brother's behavior.
"I-D-K~" replied the sassy Albino, snapping his fingers. His brother groaned, rolling his eyes.
"You're lucky he's asleep, or I'd kill you."
"Yeah yeah, sure."
"Whatever," the German's gaze became serious, if it wasn't serious already. "so, tell me about this Canadian you have your eyes on," a smirk tugged at Ludwig's features for a moment, before going back to its usual, cranky, position.
"What's there to say?" The Prussian replied. "he's cute, nerdy, cute, funny I guess," he gushed. "oh, and did I forget to mention he's cute?"
"No, you didn't," Ludwig groaned, rolling his eyes at his brothers stupidity yet again. "Is that really all you have to say about him?"
"What can I say... he leaves me speechless." Ludwig's eyebrow began to climb his forehead yet again.
"Well, I have to go," Ludwig sighed, only to receive puppy eyes from his brother. "it's getting late, sorry bruder."
"Yeah yeah, I know," Gilbert grumbled.
"Why don't you go visit.... Matthew, was it?" The Prussian's face lightened up with the suggestion.
"Yeah okay!" Gil cheered. "night bro, and use a condom!" And with that, he slammed the top of his laptop, rushed over to Matthew's house.
~Two minutes later~
Without knocking, Gilbert entered the Canadians home, only to be greeted by a tall man, who most certainly was not his birdie.
The man was about three inches taller than Gilbert, with piercing green eyes. His hair was spiked up in the front, revealing a thin scar on his forehead. What stood out the most was that even though he was inside, and it was summer, this dumb ass still insisted on wearing a scarf.
"Lars!" called the timid voice of the owner of the establishment. "Who is it?" Almost instantly, the Canadian popped around the corner, wearing his classic red hoodie, which was covered in water and mud. Now that the Prussian took notice to it, so was the loser who answered the door.
"'Sup birdie!" The albino tried to sound casual, but he couldn't help but allow a small tinge of anger hint on his tone, making the taller man glare down at him.
"Oh, hey Gil!" Matthew waved, walking towards the two. "I see you've met Lars," he gestured to the wet man. "I think I've mentioned him before, non?" Lars blushed lightly, making the Prussian grit his teeth.
"Doesn't ring a bell, sorry," he replied, his gaze staying on the stranger.
"There's no need to use that tone of voice," the tall man glared. "it's disrespectful to Matthew, is it not?"
"It's no big deal Lars, really," the Canadian insisted, putting a hand on the man's arm. Lars sighed, stepping back slightly. Matthew turned to Gilbert, "Lars came here on a business trip a few years back, and we ran into each other on the street, and he's been visiting me ever since," the Canadian smiled. "now, would you like to come in, Gil?" The prussian nodded, "accidentally" bumping into the taller male as he entered, smirking as he did so.
"So, what manly events have you two been up to?" Gilbert inquired, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch lazily.
"We were planting tulips!" The Canadian chirped, recieving a confused look from the albino.
"That sounds boring," Gilbert replied. The Canadian pouted, crossing his arms across his chest.
"The tulips are always nice this time of year," Lars intervened, his gaze on the albino intensifying. "Oh, and this is like a tradition to us, so if you don't like it then that's your problem."
"Lars..." Matthew whimpered, trying to sound intimidating but failing miserably. The Canadian never liked fighting, and the man knew this. Lars offered a gentle smile, before returning his gaze back to the albino.
"Fine..." the Prussian grumbled. "I'll stay here and sprinkle my awesomeness on the tulips or some shit." Matthew cheered, while Lars remained in his place.
'Well this is going to be fun,' the Prussian thought to himself, getting up and walking towards the Canadian.
"So, take me to these tulips I've heard so much about."
"Right this way, m'lady," the Canadian bowed, escorting the Prussian outside, pulling Lars by his wrist.
~Three hours later~
After a long day of planting tulips, the three men were exhausted.
Gilbert was sprawled out on the couch, "barely alive" as he claimed, Lars was laying on his side on the floor, and Matthew was sleeping peacefully, leaning against Lars' frame. While the televisionwas playing some movie about the difficult challenge of find your son in with the guidance of a brain damaged fish, no ones attention was on the movie.
Gilbert was glaring at the Dutchman, who was staring contently at the Canadian before him, a hint of a smile playing at his features.
"Cute, isn't it," Lars blurted, his gaze not leaving Matthew.
"What's cute?"
"Your little crush on Matthew," the Dutchman sneered, tucking a strand of the Canadians hair behind his ear.
"Excuse me?" The albino gave off a warning tone as he spoke.
"Just listen," Lars sighed. "it's not our choice who Matthew falls in love with, no? So let's not let this come between us," he paused. "for Matthew's sake." The Prussian nodded, knowing that the Dutchman couldn't see him, but he simply felt to tired to attempt to mutter a simple "yes".
"I'm assuming we're in agreement," Lars sighed, shifting so he was in a more comfortable position. "well, good night." And with that, the Dutchman was out, leaving Gilbert to his thoughts.
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(A/N): I don't know how to Lars, I apologize! NedCan is so adorable so I just had to "hint" at it.
Fight me.
Also, If I haven't covered the ages yet (even though they're no the canon ages for most), here:
Gilbert: 22
Matthew: 19
Francis: 26
Antonio(not that it matters): 23
Arthur: 23
Alfred: 21
Lars: 20
Lovi: 20
HRE: Nothing because he's DEAD
Author out 👹
