Birds of a Feather [Prussia/England]

[Königreich Preußen]

A small grin tugged at Prussia's lips as he absently wondered through the streets of London. The overcast sky was a depressing shade of gray and threatened rain at any moment, but it didn't seem to slow the pace of the people around him in the slightest. Umbrellas of various colours stood out amongst the various dark suits of businessmen that rushed to and from their places of work during the lunch hour. Crimson eyes would dart toward the sky every few seconds, watching for the slightest signs of falling droplets of water. The last thing he wanted right now was to get sick.

Pushing past a particularly thick group of people gathered around the outside of Starbucks, the albino slipped into a back alleyway and grinned. Shortcuts always made things easier, especially when it came to London. It was easy enough to cut through a backyard or two without getting caught (he was awesome, after all) and the somewhat unorthodox means of travel would always cut his time down by almost thirty minutes. Which meant thirty more minutes of fun for himself and his friend--always a plus.

As he came out of the final yard he'd need to cut across, Gilbert found himself staring at a near-empty stone road that lead up a small hill toward a generously sized manor. Few people were ever in the area during the afternoon, and the silverette wasn't complaining. While his claims of enjoying the chance to spread his "awesome" to others was perfectly true, being able to get around without pushing through crowds of people was a relief. It meant being able to relax sooner.

Approaching the door, the Prussian grinned and wrapped his knuckles against the wood several times. "Yo! Artie! The awesome me has arrived!"

[England]

Arthur usually tried to do what he liked best in these circumstances; stay inside with a good book, a nice cup of tea and probably some mundane soap opera on the TV when it suited him. Although he'd technically be out doing business on a day like this, there were such times when he just couldn't. Not to mention, he'd been slightly under the weather with the global economic crisis. It wasn't something that made him particularly want to venture out too much.

It took a few moments for anyone to answer the rapping of the doors. After a moment, the door abruptly creaked open, just by a gap, and an emerald eye hovered behind it for a moment. It frowned at the appearance of the albino.

What was he doing here?

There was a mutter as he shut the door again, seeming to slide the chain bolt across so the door would open properly (you had to be careful with some of the guests Arthur got), before he put an hand on his waist and stared expectantly.

"A notice beforehand that you would decide to grace my bloody doorsteps would have been more than welcome, Gilbert."

No one had ever heard of manners these days.

[Königreich Preußen]

Shrugging off England's scolding, the Prussian pushed past the blond nation and stepped inside, pulling off his gloves as he went. "Ja, probably. But if I would have told you I was coming, then that would have ruined the surprise, wouldn't it?" The tone of his voice he used implied that his choice of actions were obvious. "Don't complain. You should be flattered that I, in all my awesomeness, have decided to come and visit you."

Clapping Arthur on the shoulder, the albino glanced up and down the hallway with a small frown. This simply wouldn't do for his plan. He was here to bring the blond nation some cheer. Rumours had been circulating amongst the nations for a few days now, and from them, Gilbert was able to decipher that, according to the other nations, a fight had broke out at the most recent meeting leaving Arthur and Alfred on bad terms with each other.

And what better way to cheer someone up than with beer? It was the crimson-eyed nations sure-fire cure-all.

Turning back to England with a small grin, gesturing toward the door. "Today is your lucky day. We're going to go drinking--my treat. Any bar you choose."
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A/N: Sorry this post was slightly awkward. I'm sure we'll be able to really pick it up soon.

[England]

All Arthur did was eye the albino suspiciously. Did he trust this whole thing? Not one bit. His arms folded, and he was forced to step back as he watched the other enter.

Oh, of course this would be about beer. What else should he expect from a German nation? With a sigh, Arthur gazed down at his fingers, inspecting his nails for a moment.

"So what is the real reason you've decided to grace my doorstep, Gilbert?" He muttered. Well yes, there had been a bit of an upset between him and a certain other nation - but when wasn't there? It happened all the time, there was no need for anyone to have to come to 'cheer' him up.

There was more reason that Prussia was here than that. Definitely.

[Königreich Preußen]

"Why are you all always so suspicious of me?" Prussia asked with a small frown, a pout tugging at his lips. "Maybe I just felt like being more awesome than normal and doing something nice for a friend. I don't always have motives. Besides, why would I want to mess with you? You haven't pissed me off."

With a shrug, the ex-nation pushed himself off the wall and took a step toward Arthur. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why everyone suspected him so much. Sure, he enjoyed a good prank now and again, but the only people he never really mocked without being provoked were Roderich and his brother. And that was only because their reactions were amusing. He wouldn't pull a prank on someone innocent without reason. "A little birdie told me that you and Specs got into a fight, so I took it upon myself to come here and take you out to cheer up. Is that so wrong?" He pouted again and flicked Arthur's forehead. "Honestly, it's not healthy to get so suspicious of everything. You're worse than China sometimes."

[England]

Arthur frowned, before proceeding to sharply whack away the Prussian's hand with the expertise of someone who had spent hours mastering the art of stray hands and other limbs reaching to touch or fondle him. No real guess where that sort of ability came from.

"I don't need any 'cheering up'. He was being an immature brat. I haven't got time to get upset over his childish behaviour." He muttered, gazing against those burgundy eyes. "I half think that you just want an excuse to go out on a bloody pub crawl at what--" He looked at the clock on the wall "-- Four in the afternoon. While I appreciate the offer, I'll have to decline. I do have other things to do with my time other than get pissed right now."

In this current situation, it doesn't look like any of his bosses would be best pleased if they found out Arthur had decided to get wasted a day before he had a royal appointment. Neither would he, quite frankly.

[Königreich Preußen]

Scoffing as his hand was smacked away, the Prussian took a step back and shrugged, resuming his position against the wall. "Okay, so we won't drink. Doesn't change the fact that I'm here in all my awesome glory to make you smile--or at least loosen up. It isn't healthy to be this uptight all the time."

Turning away from England, the albino made his way down the hall and toward the kitchen. Not bothering to ask permission, he opened the fridge and dug around inside for a moment before coming back out with a bottle of water that he eyed with a pout. "No soda at all? I know you don't want to be like Specs, but seriously, some of it tastes pretty awesome. I hear Sweden made some pretty good flavoured stuff." With a quick flick of the wrist, Gilbert removed the cap and took a swig. "Beh... water is so plain and unawesome."

Stepping back out of the kitchen, he offered England yet another wide grin. "So... What else can we do? Embroider something? Watch old soap operas? Drink tea? Talk about fancy classical books?"

[England]

Arthur's mouth gaped open a little in annoyance as the Prussian just seemed to welcome himself to the fridge, though really, he should be used to certain nations invading his food stores and such anyway.

He frowned.

"For one, I don't neccessarily keep beverages like that in my house - or at least, in sight." He muttered, stepping back in and leaning beside the fridge where he brought out a larger bottle of coke to pour from. "Certain nations will down it within seconds and I really do not want to have to buy more all the time." Not to mention, Alfred would probably have a field day if he find out England did occasionally drink his stupid products.

"And I tend to prefer tea. Also, you know full well, Gilbert, that I can 'loosen up'." He grumbled, sliding out a glass for the other male to use. "Just situations, especially in recent times, really don't call for it."

Maybe he could wear that feather endowed hat one day...

[Königreich Preußen]

"The only times I've ever seen you 'loosen up' were at rock concerts, or when you were completely pissed out your ass." Prussia muttered, taking the soda with a wide grin. The water was capped and abandoned on the counter where he planned to finish it at some later point (after all, he did open it, and his brother would get annoyed if he were sent a bill for something as trivial as a bottle of water.)

When the soda was closed and put away, Gilbert held his cup in one hand and steered England down the hall with the other. The trademark smirk still graced his features, and it anything, he looked more amused with the situation that he should have been. He was going to get England to relax, even if it killed him. "You know, I gotta say, for someone who claims he really doesn't care about Specs or what he thinks, you sure make a big deal out of all the stuff he does. I mean, seriously. You don't even mope about France this much, so you might as well give it up. The awesome me isn't leaving until you crack a real smile and laugh a bit. So name something fun for us to do." He paused, and then added, "Or I'll pick something."

[England]

"That is not true! Back in the day I was much 'looser' than I was now!" He protested. Heck, surely Prussia would know, if just by asking Spain...

He spluttered. "I don't bloody care about Alfred! I'm not even upset about him! H-He's just being a twat!" He defended, trying to resist being led down his own hallway. Why was it always like this when Prussia was about?...

They came to a stop, and Arthur turned around to glare at the other. "I haven't got anything for us to do because you came around unnanounced, you idiot! And it's not like I'm going to spend my afternoon with you when I have more important things to be getting on with. Just because you have nothing to do with your time, Gilbert, doesn't mean we don't!" He folded his arms, before adding. "And I'm not being 'pissy' because of 'specs', shut up!"

Why did everyone always have to nag at him? Especially a certain german nation. He could loosen up just fine!

[Königreich Preußen]

"Bah," Gilbert rolled his eyes and gave England another push forward. "Just because you used to be a pirate doesn't make you loose. It just means that, at one point during your life, you were pretty bad-ass." The trademark grin had found it's way back onto the Prussian's face and he continued to lead the blond nation before him forward and until he found the room the other had been occupying previously and pushed him into a chair.

"We both know that if you really wanted to be left alone, you'd have kicked me out to threatened to call my brother by now. Given you haven't done either, I can only expect that you truly want the awesome me here." Sipping his soda, Prussia plopped down in the chair beside England and gave him a quiet look, tilting his head to the side as he waited silently. When nothing happened, he sighed and set his drink to the side, resting his chin in his hand, "So, seriously. You wanna talk about anything? Specs or not, something seems to be bothering you. You'd wouldn't have let me come inside at all if you really didn't want me here--and don't try the gentleman speech. I'm too awesome for that."

[England]

Arthur gritted his teeth, but put up with being shoved on his own settee and made to sit there. He sighed.

"My my, Gilbert? I would rather suspect the prospect of me resorting to phone your brother to get you out of my house is both an insult to you and me." Arthur remarked, rolling his eyes. "And I don't kick guests out, you muppet. No, Francis does not count as a guest, hardly. Neither does that yank. They fit more under the category of bloody nusances. If you make another comment like you have been you'll be under there too; again."

Folding his arms and leaning back pointedly, the Englishman gazed down at the teapot on the coffee table in front of him from earlier. He shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong, Gilbert. Just the usual."

It was always 'the usual'...

[Königreich Preußen]

"You're kinda pissy today," Prussia commented as he took another sip of his drink. "That time of the month again, already? I could have sworn it was next week..." Snorting at his own comment, the albino settled himself in his chair and sighed loudly, looking up at the ceiling. He really wasn't getting anywhere with this, and he knew better than to push Arthur when he was being stubborn. All he could do was wait it out and see if things improve.

"So you're fine, ja? Well then, I guess I'm just here to hang with a friend then." Swirling the remains of his cup, the Prussian glanced around the room, a bored expression on his face. As good as his intentions had been upon arriving, the albino was easily put into a mood when he had nothing to do. A loud sigh tumbled from his lips and he looked back at England, raising an eyebrow. "So, if nothing is wrong, and we're not going to have our manly heart-to-heart, what are we gonna do?"

[England]

"'Manly heart-to-heart'? Since when were you one for sentimentality, Prussia?" He murmered. He could never be bothered with referring to the other as 'East' or 'Gilbert', because he'd known him as otherwise for a lot of his lifetime.

"And there is nothing to do, except get wasted on your benefit, I suppose." He looked over. "You're not one for sentimentality in any case. Looks like someone himself was a little lonely. Has Germany been dragged out to do rather embarassing things by Italy again? Or perhaps, Austria has been called away by Hungary. I suppose France and Spain were always an option, but their idea of time-passing is seducing woman and while I'm not doubting you enjoy that, it's not an attribute you can really call for yourself." To be fair, Arthur didn't like that either, considering Francis loved to shove it in his face so much.

"I very much doubt I'm the lonely one here. I do have company when I need it."
Just not a lot of people can see them. Um.