Warning- not historically accurate!

England- America's a git!

Prussia- But I am awesome.

England- Err, why don't you read the disclaimer?

Prussia- I'm too awesome for that, but I will. Hetaliashadow doesn't own Hetalia. Don't sue them or Switzerland will shoot you.

England- Don't threaten them!

Chapter 1

It was a rather depressing day in London. It was cold and rainy. Thunderstorms had been hanging over the town for a few days now and they were expected to last for another few days. It was late and dark outside. The streets were empty; Arthur's mood matched the weather. Cold, depressed, and empty.

See it was 1783; meaning Alfred was completely free of him.

And Alfred had kindly said he hated him.

"I failed. I was supposed to be a great big brother now he hates me!" Arthur mumbled into his 20th rum. He laid his head on the scarred oak table of the bar.

The door slammed open letting in a cold draft then closed as quickly. Arthur didn't pick up his head but was curious to who it was, since it was getting to be closing time soon. He was answered when a rough German accent spoke.

"Beer please."

Wait that sounded familiar… Arthur looked up to see Prussia in the bar.

Prussia noticed him and sat down next to him.

"Hey England. You look awful, something eating at you?" Prussia spoke.

"Oh hey Prussia, um no nothing really." Arthur said unsure of what he was saying

"Call me Gilbert, and hm fine but if nothing wrong why are you drowning in rum?" Gilbert asked sipping his beer

England looked P-Gilbert over. His platinum hair was a mess like it usually was, but wet and sticking up even odder than usual. Gilbert had on a tight white shirt, which was soaked clean through highlighting his body and black denim jeans. England looked up to Gilbert crimson red eyes and spoke.

"Fine pushy. America won the war, he stated he hated me, I've failed, and he is now free… and call me Arthur then."

"Ouch that sucks Artie." Gilbert said slapping Arthurs shoulder

"Don't call me Artie!" Arthur protested

Prussia looked at Arthur, his green eyes were blood shot, his hair was a mess, he was drunk, and his clothes were muddy and ripped.

"Fine. So how are you?" Gilbert asked

"Oh, well um alright I suppose…" Arthur trailed off

"So what even brings you hear?" Arthur asked

"Well I wanted a beer. And I'm here in England because I wanted to get away from my home for a little, go sightseeing somewhere. I got a hotel room close by." Gilbert answered finishing his beer.

The bar tender yelled they were closing in five minutes.

"Hey Arthur where are you going when this closes?" Gilbert asked looking around the empty bar

"Oh, we I'm not sure. I can't go home so somewhere other than there." Arthur responded

He couldn't go home, not yet. America had grown up in that house and the laughter of better times haunted the halls. Arthur could go back yet. He had spent last night sleeping in some hotel then all day in the bar.

"Why don't you come with me? My hotel is close and dry. And then you don't have to go home and cause yourself more pain. I got an extra bed anyway." Gilbert offered

Why is he, the arrogant, self-centered 'awesome' Prussia being so nice to me? Arthur thought

It wasn't a bad idea, plus it'd be rude to decline when Gilbert was being so nice so England said

"Alright, I accept your kind offer."

Gilbert smiled "The let's go!" he said getting up

"You better not be a pervert like that frog France!" Arthur yelled getting up.

More like falling out of the chair and almost face-planting. Gilbert caught him before he fell and steadied England.

Arthur swayed and nearly fell.

"Boy are you drunk. And no, I'm not a pervert like Francis." Gilbert said

Arthur tried taking a step and almost fell. Gilbert sighed and threw Arthur's arm over his shoulder and helped him walk out the door.

Arthur mumbled/slurred thanks.

Gilbert walked towards the hotel. The rain poured down flattening his hair and re-drenching his shirt. Arthur was past drunk and now softly singing something. Gilbert trudged on, really pulling Arthur along. Gilbert stopped for a break since it was tiring.

He looked over Arthur again. The dark night made seeing far hard but he could see Artie pretty well. Gilbert resisted the urge to run his hands through Arthur's hair, it looked so soft!

Gilbert stopped staring and kept walking. He stumbled when Arthur suddenly reached out and grabbed a pole.

Prussia sighed and picked him up, caring him. He supported Arthur's shoulders with his right arm, and with his left had Arthur's knees. Arthur fell asleep, no surprise to Gilbert. Gilbert could see the hotel now; it was only a block away. Arthur rolled his head, nuzzling into Gilberts toned chest. Gilbert almost jumped in surprise but didn't. He smiled instead.

Know one knew, but Gilbert liked Arthur. Quite a bit and had for a while. It hurt Gilbert's heart to see Arthur hurting. That's why he was in England, to make his move.

So holding Arthur with Arthur nuzzling him was no problem to Gilbert at all. He entered the hotel, the lobby was empty besides for a desk worker who was reading a book. He rode the elevator up to his room.

At the door he set Arthur on his feet, holding him with his left arm by the wait close to him. He dug the key card from his pocket and opened the door. Gilbert turned on the lights and dragged Arthur over to the bed on the right. He picked him up and laid him on it. Gilbert took of Arthur's shoes and tucked him under the covers.

The smiling he went over to his bed, turned out the lights, kicked off his boots and took off his soaked shirt near his suitcase and crawled into the bed. He smiled to himself and fell contently asleep.

Falke- Look it's a serious fic! A miracle aha. Well yup so Prussia x England. We're special. Well enjoy!

Ludwig- oh my for once I'm not popping into a story randomly!

Feliks- Like, you just totally did!

Gilbert- Stop ruining my moment! Review and I'll kiss Arthur! Kesesese~

Arthur- *hung over* …What?

Onee-chan- Im with Arthur there ^