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It was a good day. Your boyfriend from Germany has finally called about his medical discovery.
Something about discovering some kind of chemistry terms, and whatnot.
He was calling internationally during his celebration. Noises seemed to have surrounded him, dissolving the phone call.
"I will be back very soon, about two days. First, I have to make a news conference in Germany tomorrow. I'll call you." German words and scattered sentences were being said.
"Go, go to your celebration. Call me when you're free."
"What did you say?" The Prussian said over the phone.
You wanted to dismiss him as soon as possible so he could have fun, as you just shorten your sentence. "Nothing. Have fun, Gilbert!"
Gilbert Beilschmidt was his name. White hair with red eyes; an albino in action. A chemist with a master's degree, always locked in his laboratory.
You met him in college in an accounting class, which both of you took as a minor course. Sitting next to him made a boring class much more interesting. Gilbert shared many chemistry terms and knowledge with you; though they made absolutely no sense sometimes, you couldn't deny you took an interest in chemistry and Gilbert himself.
It wasn't a semester later did he ask you out.
And now, it's been six years into the relationship and counting. Both sides have trust, which was the important thing.
Gilbert and yourself didn't seem like boyfriend and girlfriends; the two of you were more like best friends, the kind that could share anything with one another.
So to say, you had the best of both worlds.
You looked through the house that later afternoon, wiping dust off pictures that you and Gilbert took during the time in Germany.
He also knew a lot about Germany, as his parents were Prussian, literally - from Prussia. Gilbert was more knowledgable than anyone in the world, and he was handsome.
You giggled to yourself lightly as you placed the photo back onto the shelve.
You just couldn't wait to see him again; this time, in a renewed light - as he had just received that large science award, whatever it was called. You didn't bother listening, as you were too busy tearing up at the sight of Gilbert. He looked nice in a suit that night of the award ceremony, and he didn't forget you - you remembered. You were mentioned in his speech that was broadcasted for the world to see.
You let yourself off to the bed as you thought one last time of Gilbert; smiled and dozed off.
The phone rang as it was visible nearby. You reached over and picked it up. "Hello?"
"(Name)?" You jumped up in bed.
That voice. "Gilbert?"
"Are you sleeping?" He seemed to be checking his watch, and hesitating.
"N-No," you lied, not wanting him to feel bad. "I wasn-"
"It's four in the morning, my watch wasn't running properly. I'm sorry."
"Don't be!" The line was silent. "Gilbert?"
You heard him hum.
"I'm just glad you called." You smiled to yourself in the dark.
"I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you yesterday during the party."
"I know you're a proud chemist now, and there's absolutely no way for me to catch up to you." You felt self-esteem decreasing.
"Don't say that!" Gilbert's voice shattered over the line. "You're a great person, whom inspired me to do all these wonderful things that I could have never done alone."
You felt happy that Gilbert saying so.
The line went silent again.
"I love you, Gil."
You heard him chuckle.
"Ich auch." He had taught you that before, as his native language had been German. It meant 'me too'.
You smiled to yourself again. "I have to go now. Go back to sleep."
Before you could say goodbye, the line went dead.
Somehow, that conversation made you feel upset than happy.
But why...?
You decided to push that thought away, falling back on the bed once more.
The next morning, you woke up feeling dead. It was probably because you awoke so many times in the middle of the night - it wasn't funny.
You yawned as you force yourself to get up, and perform basic daily routines. It was harder to do things alone, when you're used to having someone there all the time. As you now have no one, but used to have Gilbert beside you. You look next to you as you were brushing your teeth, imaging the Prussian just standing there.
You reached out with your free hand to touch him, but no prevail.
The only thing you felt was thin air, and the cool moist midst from the hot water drowning the sink.
An email came from Gil that afternoon. He would be back tomorrow evening after another celebration, and some newspaper interviews.
One more day to go, (Name)!
Something about discovering some kind of chemistry terms, and whatnot.
He was calling internationally during his celebration. Noises seemed to have surrounded him, dissolving the phone call.
"I will be back very soon, about two days. First, I have to make a news conference in Germany tomorrow. I'll call you." German words and scattered sentences were being said.
"Go, go to your celebration. Call me when you're free."
"What did you say?" The Prussian said over the phone.
You wanted to dismiss him as soon as possible so he could have fun, as you just shorten your sentence. "Nothing. Have fun, Gilbert!"
Gilbert Beilschmidt was his name. White hair with red eyes; an albino in action. A chemist with a master's degree, always locked in his laboratory.
You met him in college in an accounting class, which both of you took as a minor course. Sitting next to him made a boring class much more interesting. Gilbert shared many chemistry terms and knowledge with you; though they made absolutely no sense sometimes, you couldn't deny you took an interest in chemistry and Gilbert himself.
It wasn't a semester later did he ask you out.
And now, it's been six years into the relationship and counting. Both sides have trust, which was the important thing.
Gilbert and yourself didn't seem like boyfriend and girlfriends; the two of you were more like best friends, the kind that could share anything with one another.
So to say, you had the best of both worlds.
You looked through the house that later afternoon, wiping dust off pictures that you and Gilbert took during the time in Germany.
He also knew a lot about Germany, as his parents were Prussian, literally - from Prussia. Gilbert was more knowledgable than anyone in the world, and he was handsome.
You giggled to yourself lightly as you placed the photo back onto the shelve.
You just couldn't wait to see him again; this time, in a renewed light - as he had just received that large science award, whatever it was called. You didn't bother listening, as you were too busy tearing up at the sight of Gilbert. He looked nice in a suit that night of the award ceremony, and he didn't forget you - you remembered. You were mentioned in his speech that was broadcasted for the world to see.
You let yourself off to the bed as you thought one last time of Gilbert; smiled and dozed off.
The phone rang as it was visible nearby. You reached over and picked it up. "Hello?"
"(Name)?" You jumped up in bed.
That voice. "Gilbert?"
"Are you sleeping?" He seemed to be checking his watch, and hesitating.
"N-No," you lied, not wanting him to feel bad. "I wasn-"
"It's four in the morning, my watch wasn't running properly. I'm sorry."
"Don't be!" The line was silent. "Gilbert?"
You heard him hum.
"I'm just glad you called." You smiled to yourself in the dark.
"I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you yesterday during the party."
"I know you're a proud chemist now, and there's absolutely no way for me to catch up to you." You felt self-esteem decreasing.
"Don't say that!" Gilbert's voice shattered over the line. "You're a great person, whom inspired me to do all these wonderful things that I could have never done alone."
You felt happy that Gilbert saying so.
The line went silent again.
"I love you, Gil."
You heard him chuckle.
"Ich auch." He had taught you that before, as his native language had been German. It meant 'me too'.
You smiled to yourself again. "I have to go now. Go back to sleep."
Before you could say goodbye, the line went dead.
Somehow, that conversation made you feel upset than happy.
But why...?
You decided to push that thought away, falling back on the bed once more.
The next morning, you woke up feeling dead. It was probably because you awoke so many times in the middle of the night - it wasn't funny.
You yawned as you force yourself to get up, and perform basic daily routines. It was harder to do things alone, when you're used to having someone there all the time. As you now have no one, but used to have Gilbert beside you. You look next to you as you were brushing your teeth, imaging the Prussian just standing there.
You reached out with your free hand to touch him, but no prevail.
The only thing you felt was thin air, and the cool moist midst from the hot water drowning the sink.
An email came from Gil that afternoon. He would be back tomorrow evening after another celebration, and some newspaper interviews.
One more day to go, (Name)!
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You quickly turned towards your German boyfriend and quickly jumped up. "HEY!" you called back, reaching for the bag he placed above his head, seeing as you were only five feet two inches and he was six feet five inches, you had a very slim chance to getting the bag back. "Give them back! I want my chips, bastard!" you called at
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The usual Saturday morning with something very unusual.
"TONI!!!" Gilbert screamed as he ran to kitchen from his room.
"Why are you screaming my name in the morning!?" Antonio said as he rubbed his eyes sleepily.
Francis poured coffee for the three of them.
"Here." he said as he handed over the drink.
"Now,what is up?"
"Gil,did you end up falling in love with me?!" Antonio said half smirking and half pretended to be shocked.
"..uh what!! NO!!"
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Francis and Anto
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Iceland came to a horrible conclusion as he watched you and Denmark.
You two were having the time of your life's playing a fighting-style video game.
And Iceland could only watch in horror as he realized, the girl of his dreams, ____, probably liked men that were more like Denmark.
The grin on your face and the way you looked at him practically yelled " I love you."
Iceland clenched his hand together ,with a determined look on his face.
He was definitely going to beat Denmark, his newly acclaimed rival.
~Time Skip~
Iceland sat in his room and began writing things down about Denmark's personality.
1. He's loud
2. Obnoxious
3. Drin
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You will understand the title soon.
Chapter two will be worked on as soon as I get the time off my hands.
~ QUESTIONS! QUESTIONS! ~
What do you predict will happen next? Why is Internationally Sharing the title?
Key as I reply:
: ) - Good guess, but no.
: ( - Not close, sorry!
>: ) - THE WARM WATER OF THE SEA.
:' ) - You read my mind! Will that really happen though?
Though each one will have a winky face with it as a good luck charm and a thank you for sharing.
...
I do not own Hetalia, nor Prussia. All of Hetalia and its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz respectively.
I only own the story, and the plot. Please do not recopy this anywhere else, nor take credit for my written work.
Part One: You are currently located here.
Part Two:
Part Three:
You will understand the title soon.
Chapter two will be worked on as soon as I get the time off my hands.
~ QUESTIONS! QUESTIONS! ~
What do you predict will happen next? Why is Internationally Sharing the title?
Key as I reply:
: ) - Good guess, but no.
: ( - Not close, sorry!
>: ) - THE WARM WATER OF THE SEA.
:' ) - You read my mind! Will that really happen though?
Though each one will have a winky face with it as a good luck charm and a thank you for sharing.
...
I do not own Hetalia, nor Prussia. All of Hetalia and its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz respectively.
I only own the story, and the plot. Please do not recopy this anywhere else, nor take credit for my written work.
Part One: You are currently located here.
Part Two:
Part Three:
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