Hey there! This is my first Hetalia fic posted here~ I have a bunch of other planned, but I want to keep this organized. Yeah. Kay. Anyway, I'm starting with this one because I wrote this first part such a long time ago, and I just now figured out what I want to do with it. So, feel free to review (I probably just jinxed myself. Whenever I ask for reviews, I never get them. Hah.) and enjoy!

The red Mustang convertible streamed down the road in a casual fashion, but, secretly, one of the passengers inside was having a sort of panic attack.

The 16-year-old German boy's heart was beating fast. His palms were sweating as he toyed absent-mindedly with the hem of his black tank top. His older brother of 23 was at the wheel, driving them to their new home. After an incident at a party of a schoolmate's involving alcohol (which the German didn't indulge in, but was punished nonetheless) and weed (also of which he was not participating in), the boy was sent to live with his brother in a new suburb of a slowly growing town in the country.

The younger brother, Ludwig, was trying to keep from watching the road ahead of them. He had a sort of fear of driving so fast, which also applied to roller-coasters, speed boating, and skiing. His brother swerved around a minivan and punched the gas, causing Ludwig to shut his eyes and clutch his shirt. His ears popped lightly but uncomfortably. He huffed in response and caught the attention of his brother.

"Eh, Ludwig, why are you cringing? I thought you liked the open road and fields of grain and crap," the older mentioned, peeking at the boy to his right and slinging an arm on the edge of the window.

"I do. Just not when you're driving like we're being chased by the police," Ludwig groaned and rubbed at his eyes.

"Would you rather that I open the top?"

"Gilbert, no. That would make it worse."

However, the older boy was already opening the top as the brother spoke. Wind rushed in like a river and washed over them, blowing back their hair and flushing out their hearing.

"Gilbert! I said don't!" Ludwig yelled.

"Huh? I can't hear you over the sound of my awesome idea!" Gilbert retorted with a smirk.

Ludwig growled at him as he fervently tried to keep his hair from whipping into his eyes.

Upon arriving at their destination, Ludwig angrily opened his door and stepped out, a scowl on his face like a mask. He ran a hand through his hair and was disgusted to find that it stayed slicked back. Gilbert looked over at him and smiled.

"That's a good look for you, bruder! You should slick it back more often!" he laughed and walked to the back of the car to open the trunk. Ludwig reached over the side of the back seat and pulled out a sealed cardboard box of some of his things, hauling it up onto his shoulder. He walked around back to carry his suit case.

He looked around for a moment to check out the neighbors. The house on the right was tall and white with a navy trim. The lawn was mowed and green with a few flowers beside the walkway to the door. No one seemed to be home. The house on the left was tan with a dark trim. There were many, many more flowers than the other house, though they were sprouting randomly throughout the untrimmed yard.

Someone opened the door to that house and stepped outside, walking across the lawn and reaching down to pick some flowers. Ludwig stared. This person had to be the cutest girl he'd ever seen. Her brown-auburn hair was short and cut like a boy's: her bangs parted in the middle and sweeping over her chocolate eyes. A single curl sprouted from the side of her head. It was oddly placed but seemed to fit anyhow. She had lovely and clear olive skin that delved into a light blush on her cheeks just under her cheekbones. The thin pale green dress she wore fluttered lightly at her knees.

Gilbert noticed Ludwig was frozen.

"Ludwig? Did you experience some kind of mental shutdown?" he asked, walking up behind the boy to see from his point of view.

"Huh. You know, I never pegged you as that type," he smirked and slapped Ludwig on the back. The boy jumped and turned to look at him.

"What do you mean 'that type'?"Ludwig questioned, confused.

Dumbfounded, Gilbert blinked.

"Don't play stupid, you know what I mean. By the way, I love you no matter which team you play for," he added nonchalantly.

Ludwig's eyes widened.

"You think I'm gay? What the hell, Gilbert?"

Gilbert snorted, "Yeah, well, you were just staring blatantly at that kid over there."

He nudged his head in the direction of the house on the left. Ludwig thought for a moment. He watched the pretty girl not-as-blatantly over Gilbert's shoulder. Suddenly the door swung open and an angry man, who looked considerably like the girl (the only differences being his hair was much darker and the oddly placed curl was on the other side of his head), came out.

"Feliciano! What did I tell you about picking the dandelions? You'd better not blow the fluff everywhere again!" he yelled in a thick Italian accent.

The girl looked up, startled.

"B-but I was going to give them to Miss Elizaveta!" the 'girl' called back in an identical accent.

Ludwig nearly dropped the box and the suitcase. That was not girl. He heard Gilbert snickering behind him. He abruptly turned around and scowled, his eyebrow twitching.

"Shut the hell up! It was an honest mistake! I mean, just look at him! Why the fuck is he wearing a dress?" he roared as Gilbert laughed even harder.

"You were so ogling a boy, bruder!" Gilbert howled with an annoying laugh.

"I thought he was a girl!" Ludwig blushed and felt a strange urge to defend himself bubble in the pit of his stomach.

Curious at all the commotion, Feliciano peered over at the house next to his. He noticed someone new and unfamiliar was standing in the driveway of Mr. Gilbert's house, yelling uselessly at the laughing man. Now, Feliciano was a very friendly and charismatic boy, so, naturally, he walked on over to introduce himself to Mr. Gilbert's new friend.

"OH, oh, Ludwig! He's coming over here! We should've picked up flowers for your date!" Gilbert wheezed between fits of giggles.

"Shut UP!" Ludwig growled and was ready to pounce on his older sibling. Just before he lunged for the silver-haired man, he heard the other boy approaching.

"Hey! Hey! You're new here!" he waved and made his way across the lawn to Gilbert's driveway. Ludwig stopped immediately and stood straight, trying to look calm and dignified. Gilbert seemed as if he couldn't care less.

"Ve~! You must be a friend of Mr. Gilbert!" the Italian boy said dreamily. Ludwig could already notice a pattern in his speech. This kid liked to drag out the ends of his sentences like an excited child. How cute.

Gilbert snorted, "Y-yeah. This is my baby brother, Ludwig. Ludwig, this is Feliciano. Sh- *cough* HE lives next door."

"I am not your baby brother," Ludwig said simply.

Feliciano looked like he was day dreaming as he held out a small hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ludwig! Heyyy, you're really tall! Like a tree!"

"Uh…thanks?" Ludwig took his hand gingerly; feeling like it might brake if he held too hard. He shook it as Feliciano stared strangely at him.

"You talk really funny!" Feliciano giggled and subtly squeezed Ludwig's hand. The German withdrew his arm and held it behind his back.

"I could say the same about you, y'know," he replied, confused at this boy's ability to change subjects so quickly.

"Ohhh! Yeah! I'm not from America! I'm from Italy!" the Italian said happily and clapped his hands together. "Where are you from, ve?"

"G-Germany. I moved here ten years ago, and now I have to live with my insane brother," he scratched the back of his neck even though it didn't really itch.

"Wow! You're just like me! Can we be friends?" the boy asked and looked up at the German with such an expression that made him blush.

"Y-yeah, I suppose so,"

"Ve~!" the Italian boy sighed and hugged the German suddenly, causing him to blush even more. He looked over at his dumbfounded brother who stared wide-eyed at the pair.

"We're going to be best friends forever!" he mumbled into Ludwig's chest.

Dear lord, what a fun time he was going to have here...

My sister drives like Gilbert. It's rather terrifying. ...now that I think of it, me and her are a lot like Ludwig and Gilbert. I, of course, get to be Ludwig. Ha.