A/N: Something my friend requested that I write after learning of my heritage. So yeah. I suck royally at writing, but I enjoy it, damn it! So I hope this amuses you. I present you with crackyness that is GerCan.

The constant chatter that spilled out of the Germans' living room was completely and utterly maddening. How Ludwig could survive this insanity day in and day out was a question that could not be answered by even the most intelligent men. The irritated German always would regret the day that he let his older brother move in with him. Gilbert, the former pride of the Prussian state, was one of the most talkative people to ever walk the earth, especially after his house crumbled and he somehow landed into the lap of his little brother Ludwig. He would go on for hours, talking on and on about his self proclaimed awesomeness to no one except the echoing walls of Ludwig's basement and a small yellow chick of which never left its nest in silver-white hair his head. Ludwig secretly enjoyed the peace and quiet that the Cold War years brought to his house, but by the time the albino man returned, a new wave of talking came flooding into his house. /Mien Gott…./ the younger German thought, a hand massaging his temples. /Why did you have to create the Internet?/

On a particular day, however, Gilbert was being louder than usual as his work-centered brother sorted through stacks of paper he had been ordered to sort through and sign by his boss. The noise that Ludwig had learned to carefully block out became simply too much to bear. Slamming his fists onto his wooden work desk, the angry German marched out to where his brother reclined facing toward the opposite end of the couch. He didn't even notice the small blonde that the Prussian was facing. In fact, Ludwig didn't even see him before he began to shout at his brother.

"Vould you shut up?" Ludwig yelled, his German accent becoming extremely thick in his anger. "Can you not see that I am trying to vork here? For once can you stop talking to yourself and give me some peace und quiet?"

"Chill, bruder…" Gilbert said in a relaxed, yet annoyed tone. "Can't you even see that we have a guest?" He motioned lazily to the other end of the couch.

Ludwig looked over to the now trembling Canadian who seemed to have appeared out of no where. Oh, great. He'd done it again. Feliciano did the same thing as well when he yelled. Was he really that scary? The German put his head in his hand, trying to calm down and soothe his aching head. "Sorry…" he said in a quiet (at least for a German) tone.

"D-Don't worry about it…." the boy stammered out with a small smile. "I'm used to it, sir…"

"Oy, oy! Don't be all shy!" the boisterous Prussian called out, putting his arm around the boy's shoulders in a sort of half hug. "Matthew, if this guy is bothering you, just say the word and I'll rip him a new one." He grinned then looked at Ludwig. "This is Matthew, bruder. Matthew, this is my up-tight, has-a-stick-up-his-ass, burder, Ludwig."

"T-That's okay. I'm fine, Gilbert." Matthew looked up shyly at the tall, intimidating nation, one arm clutching a polar bear, who seemed to be sleeping at the time, the other held out to shake. "It's nice to meet you, si- I mean, Ludwig."

"J-Ja… It is nice to meet you too, Matthew." He scratched his head and looked away. Even though they had only seen each other in meetings, it was still embarrassing to yell at someone to the point where they where in fear. Ludwig had done it too many times with Feliciano. "Sorry for that. I didn't know anyone else was here."

The Canadian looked like he was about to say something, but was cut off by Gilbert. "You'd better be sorry!" He said loudly with a grin on his face. "If you mess with the boyfriend of the Awesomeness which is me, then you are going to get it!"

Ludwig and Matthew looked at each other, confused, then back at Gilbert. "B-Boyfriend?" they exclaimed in unison.