not human - pruaus

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Some time later, Toni went back into the room, signalling for Gilbert to come into the kitchen.

He went into the kitchen and sat down at a chair, and soon enough, the scent of spices reached his senses. And it smelled good.

And in front of him was a plate of pasta. Gilbert new exactly how to eat this. He saw Roderich eat it a couple times.

He picked up a fork and twirled the pasta around it and took a bite into it.

And diddly darn. It was fantastic. On point. On fleek. After about a full ten minutes, he finished the pasta and Toni took his plate and proceeded to the sink.

"Want some wine?"

"Some what?" Gilbert was unfamiliar of the word, he may of just heard Toni incorrectly.

"Wine."

"Oh-! Sure." The German pretended he knew exactly what it was, and he didn't want to seem like a complete and total pussy.

"Francis! Lovi! I'm getting out the wine."

"I'll pass, merci!" Francis yelled down the steps, Lovi's invite still pending.

Lovi didn't say anything, but he walked out into the kitchen and took out a large wine bottle, got out three wine glasses and poured them full.

Gilbert wasn't familiar with the dark liquid, and the rancid smell from it. Lovi took a sip from his wine and said, "See you fuckers later."

"Awh, Lovi! Don't be like that." Toni frowned, as Lovi left the room and went to the same room as he was in earlier.

"Sorry, he acts like a teenage girl on her period sometimes." He chuckled, taking a good, long sip from his wine.

Gilbert stared at his glass and then picked it up, bringing it to his lips and taking in the contents.

It wasn't bad. But it sure was pungent. He quite liked it, though.

Toni soon finished his wine and poured another glass, raising his brows to Gilbert as if asking him if he wanted more.

Gilbert wasn't sure if he wanted more of it. "No thank you." He shook his head politely.

"I'm tired." He announced, closing his eyes and rubbing them.

"Oh? Well, I'll show you to the guest room, then." Toni smiled and took one last sip of the wine and lead Gilbert up the carpet stairs.

He turned left down a hallway and opened a door for Gilbert. "Here."

"There's a bathroom across from you, if you need anything wake up Francis. Lovi gets grumpy if you wake him up. Night." Toni explained, then closing the door to Gilbert's room and taking his wine to his shared bedroom.

Gilbert looked around the room. It was nice. The bed was to the left, a dresser across from it, two nightstands on either side of the bed, a closet next to the dresser and a window.

He laid down at the corner of the bed, laying his head down on a pillow with a small yawn. He soon coaxed himself to sleep, and then woke up refreshed the next morning. He looked at the clock and it read 9:48. He slowly got up and rubbed his eyes, slowly opening the door. He went downstairs and only Francis was sipping some tea, sitting on an armchair.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Francis." Replied Gilbert as he sat down from a chair opposite of him.

After about an hour of just sitting and staring, Toni came out of his room with a broad smile, with Lovi looking like a zombie.

Toni strolled to the kitchen while Lovino looked rather unfriendly and as if he were going to eat your brain. He plopped himself down on the couch and moodily grunted.

"Good morning to you too, Lovi." Chuckled Gilbert.

"Shut the fuck up. You can stay here, but you won't mess around with me in my household."

"Okay, damn. Kesesese~."

"The fuck was that noise?"

"It's called a laugh, idiot. Ever heard one? Probably not because no one has the capability to be remotely happy around you." Gilbert smirked, and the sass was strong today.

The Italian didn't say anything, but he did give him a damn good glare that could suck your soul out.

Gilbert went back to the guest room to chill out on his own; Lovino's mood was starting to rub off on himself.

He sat down on the bed, and started to feel a pang of hurt. Why?

He thought about it for a moment, and he knew what was wrong within a blink of an eye. He missed Roderich. It has been less than twenty four hours and he missed him. He didn't want to stay here anymore. Gilbert wanted to be with Roderich. Sure, Toni and Francis were great guys it was just that he felt as if he belonged with Roderich.

He raced down stairs and burst into the kitchen. "I want to go home."

"Sure! Just give me one hour, please?"

"I don't have time for this!" Gilbert exclaimed.

"Wait, amigo." Toni quickly wrote down something on a piece of paper. It was a number. "Dial this number if you need anything. Anything at all, and I'm on it."

Gilbert nodded curtly and sprinted out the door, and felt a penetration on his back. It was pouring.

He sprinted down the block and tried to memorize how to go back to the park, and he did get lost a couple times but he made his way. Soon enough, he was out of breath, so he had to take a quick breather. After doing so, he made his way back to Roderich's house and rang what seemed to be the doorbell.

There wasn't an answer.

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okay so im writing the fic right now, and by looking at it it looks like it will be published by friday at the lastest c:

also im going to do a q and a every chapter

who are your top 10 hetalia characters?

mine are (not in order)

roderich
gilbert
heracles
alfred
matthew
antonio
basch
allen jones (im not sorry)
ludwig
lovino (mainly because if i had to choose one character that's most like me it would be lovi)

also, im doing a 30 day otp challenge which will probably be loads of fun and im looking for a roleplay partner right now im bored as fuck, so if you wanna do one, hit me up.

sorry for the long update