Nation Unification Infatuation"Matthew did you see that!!" said Gilbert getting the attention of the Canadian who was still counting out money from the last round of betting he didn't win.
"Huh? He turned to watch the now unified Italy beating Ludwig vigorously with his spoon.
"That is the coolest thing ever!" Gilbert exclaimed almost a little sadly as the fight ended, the loser making his way to the loser's bench, "Bruder may have lost, but that was pretty awesome. Not as awesome as me of course, but still awesome."
"Hey, I wonder if you and Ludwig can do that unification thing?" replied Matthew.
The Prussian clearly thought it was worth at try as he ran to find his brother yelling "Hey West!" When he found Ludwig it took him through out most of the next match to convince him to try. Finally he gave in and decided to humor his over enthusiastic brother. If it worked the results would no doubt be interesting.
"Eins, Zwei DREI!!" The brothers gr
Awkward Events in Olive GardenFirst before I begin pretend that there are Olive Gardens in Italy. I have no idea if there are, but I highly doubt it. Why would you go to a restaurant that serves Italian food aimed at non-Italians if you are Italian?
Lovino knew who was calling before even looking at the caller ID. Somehow he just knew. It had been one of those days. Casimiro had been particularly fussy and Antonio annoyingly cheerful. He knew exactly whose cheery voice would be at the other end.
"Hello" he decided he would answer after all.
"Hi fratello!" Feliciano's sickeningly sweet voice was exactly what he had expected to hear, "I've had an amazing idea! Do you want to hear it?"
"Yes, what is it?" he rolled his eyes. Lovino was all too used to humoring his brother.
"I thought Ludwig, Lydia, and I could meet you, Antonio, and Casimiro at Olive Garden and we could have supper together tomorrow night!" He nearly squealed
All I Ever Wanted part 4All night Antonio had searched for the perfect song. Now twenty four hours later he had finally found it. He paid for all the parts, printed out the music, and went to find Roderich. He found the Austrian lounging in the living room drinking coffee. Getting his attention he handed him the piano music.
"What is this?" he asked
"It's music" replied Antonio
Thank you captain obvious, thought Roderich. "I know that! Why are you giving it to me?"
"You told me music heals the heart and I thought maybe it would work with Lovino." he said, "I want to sing this song for him and I want live music. That's why I came to you."
"It's pop music"
"I don't play pop music."
"But Roderich please I need this." he pleaded, "It was you who suggested I do something. And I only went to find the best pianist I know."
"Well... because you're doing this for Lovino and because you want this to sound good I'll help you."
All I Ever Wanted part 3"Daddy?" Casi poked a giant lump on the couch covered in mounds of blankets.
Antonio had literally not moved from his spot on the couch for five days straight except to feed Casi or take him to school. He couldn't bring himself to sleep in his bed because the empty spot reminded him of what was once there. It was painful to think of Lovino and often he began to cry when he did. The world it seemed hated him and who knew what affect this might have on his country. At this point he didn't really care.
"Daddy, I'm hungry."
That did the trick. While he could ignore his own bodily needs he could never do that to his son. He got up and started making breakfast while Casi watched him. Ever since Lili had driven him home because Antonio was in too much shock to go get him, he had been keeping an eye on his father. There wasn't much he could do as a five year old, but he tried his best. A
All I Ever Wanted part 2Antonio took a long look at the glass in his hand before drinking the whole thing in one gulp, filling it with whatever alcoholic liquid he was drinking, (he had forgotten) and downed that one too.
"Don't you think you should take it a little slower?" Francis asked with concern.
"Let the man drink." said Gilbert putting his arm around the Spaniard's shoulder.
"Get the fuck off me." he growled, "This is all your fault!"
The three friends were at the house Gilbert shared with his brother. They often hung out there and made mischief much to Ludwig's dismay, but this time the other two just watched as Antonio drowned himself in drink.
"How is it my fault you're drinking yourself to death?" Gilbert replied, "What did I ever do?"
"Hm let's think" Antonio's green eyes flared with an unfamiliar anger, "You fucking broke my heart!"
Francis and Gilbert looked at each other nervously. "You still think about that?" Now Francis was really concerned about his friend.