Hey, Grandpa! (1/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 03:26:27 UTC
Gilbert blinked. Surely he must be seeing things. Just to make sure, he blinked again. No, the man was definitely there. Either Lord of the Rings characters were coming to life, or his grandfather had somehow managed to come back from the dead.
Either way, he was right and Ludwig owed him money. Who, speaking of which, had joined his older brother and was staring curiously at the man on the doorstep as well. “Who are you and why do you look familiar?” Having just woken up to find a strangely familiar person at his door, Ludwig had somehow managed to become even more socially awkward than usual.
“That’s hardly any way to talk to your grandfather,” the man scowled, as if he had been scowling every day his whole life. Gilbert’s face brightened.
“Grandpa! You’re alive!” Germania nodded, silently wondering if his eldest always stated the obvious. That would be an embarrassment.
“Well, yes. But only for one day.” After Rome had returned from his visit, he ranted for hours on end about his grandchildren, and like a broken record, kept telling Germania that he should see his own successors. Not like he actually cared what Rome thought, though he did add that he would be in for a surprise. Needless to say, his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, though he would never admit it.
“Hey, West, see where you get your looks from?” Ironically, the former Prussian had just finished ranting about how much the world sucked when the doorbell rang. And now, he was some sort of happy ray of sunshine.
All of this was way over Ludwig’s head. Grandfather? He had no idea that he had one of those. From what he could remember, Gilbert had always taken care of him. Now that he thought about it…he didn’t exactly remember a lot.
“West? Is that what he’s calling himself now?” Germania questioned, allowing himself inside the house, seeing as his two grandchildren were obviously too distracted by his sudden appearance to do anything. “What happened to him being ‘Holy Roman Empire’?”
Oh, Ludwig was wide awake now. He made a sort of strangled noise, followed by a shorter one which sounded like someone who was crying, laughing and getting kicked in the balls simultaneously. Clearing his throat, he managed to pull himself together.
“Wait…what?” he asked slowly, just as the phone rang. When Gilbert made it clear like he wasn’t going to pick it up, Ludwig excused himself and exited the room to answer it.
“He doesn’t know that he was…?” Germania started.
“Yeah, accident. He hit his head. Hard. Thought it best to change his identity so that he wouldn’t try to do anything reckless again.” Gilbert’s sunshine had disappeared as he thought of the hell he would get later. He heard the sound of Ludwig’s returning footsteps.
“That was Roderich. I told him our grandfather was here and he sort of invited himself over.” Ludwig said, a dazed look on his face. Everything was happening so fast.
Hey, Grandpa! (2/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 03:32:36 UTC
“Roderich?” By now, the three had walked over to the living room, Germania examining the furniture with interest.
“Austria,” Gilbert answered.
“Oh.” By ‘oh’, the previously long dead man had meant: ‘I wonder if he turned out okay. He seemed sort of wimpy. Maybe he’s stronger now’. Less than half an hour later, he found out the answer to this. It was, put simply, hell no.
The two stared at each other disdainfully for three minutes at the least. There was no word in any language to describe how much they were embarrassed for each other.
“So,” Germania spoke first, in his monotone, “I see you’ve…changed some.”
“Yes, so I have…” The room had suddenly become extremely quiet, as all of them were absorbed in their own thoughts.
Gilbert couldn’t help but think of this as the highlight of his life so far. Sure, it was extremely awkward, but still. It was Germania. Even though he still doubted it a little, the alternative of having an elf visit him was pretty awesome, too.
Meanwhile, Ludwig was having the identity crisis of a lifetime. Strangely, he had somehow acquired memories of an adorable young girl that bore a remarkable resemblance to a certain pasta-loving friend.
A firm knock on the door brought everyone back to reality. Ludwig rose to answer the door, though he had a vague idea of who it was. Apparently, he was right and Vash barged right in like he owned the place. Not like Ludwig would stop him if he actually thought so. You couldn’t be too careful around the Swiss man.
“I just came over to tell you to keep your dogs off of my la-“ Vash stopped midsentence, looking at the small group that had gathered around Germany’s coffee table, singling out the one that he never expected to see in his lifetime.
“Switzerland.” Germania nodded to his other grandson in his stoic manner. “I see you haven’t changed much.”
Not sure if this was a compliment or an insult, Vash merely stared at the man who should have been dead for ages. Eventually, he spoke, in a weary tone. “Good. Now I can ask you in person. I’m not really related to these idiots, right?”
“You’re my grandson and so are they. Sorry,” Germania shrugged.
“There’s no way I could possibly-“
“Just face it, Vash,” Gilbert interrupted with a smirk, “You’re just going to have to realize that you have similar genes as the three of us.”
“I lied. Just two of you. Austria’s adopted,” Germania added nonchalantly. Three blondes and one brunette stared at him as though he had sprouted wings. “What? I thought it was obvious.” The Austrian then made a noise that was only heard once before in history when Ludwig made it earlier that day. It was Roderich’s turn to have an identity crisis.
Hey, Grandpa! (3/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 03:34:59 UTC
Meanwhile, two brothers sat together in peaceful tomato farm in Spain.
“Hey Francis,” Antonio asked, tomato in hand, “Ever wonder why you have blonde hair while me, Romano and Veneziano have brown hair?” The Frenchman pondered this for a moment.
“I’ve always assumed it was because I’m special.”
((This author!anon realizes that she probably failed miserably at this request. Author!anon apologizes in advance and hopes someone fills this with something better.))
Re: Hey, Grandpa! (3/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 06:26:29 UTC
How lovely! How deliciously appropriate - just the kind of thing those German-speaking kinsfolk needed! Nothing like having your relative turning up to make you band together out of sheer fear...
Plus, it's the Grandpa who Kicked. Rome's. Ass. I think he's entitled to be Awesome (and now we see where Gilbert gets it!)
DID anyone fill out the Grandpa Rome request? I haven't seen it posted...
Either way, he was right and Ludwig owed him money. Who, speaking of which, had joined his older brother and was staring curiously at the man on the doorstep as well. “Who are you and why do you look familiar?” Having just woken up to find a strangely familiar person at his door, Ludwig had somehow managed to become even more socially awkward than usual.
“That’s hardly any way to talk to your grandfather,” the man scowled, as if he had been scowling every day his whole life. Gilbert’s face brightened.
“Grandpa! You’re alive!” Germania nodded, silently wondering if his eldest always stated the obvious. That would be an embarrassment.
“Well, yes. But only for one day.” After Rome had returned from his visit, he ranted for hours on end about his grandchildren, and like a broken record, kept telling Germania that he should see his own successors. Not like he actually cared what Rome thought, though he did add that he would be in for a surprise. Needless to say, his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, though he would never admit it.
“Hey, West, see where you get your looks from?” Ironically, the former Prussian had just finished ranting about how much the world sucked when the doorbell rang. And now, he was some sort of happy ray of sunshine.
All of this was way over Ludwig’s head. Grandfather? He had no idea that he had one of those. From what he could remember, Gilbert had always taken care of him. Now that he thought about it…he didn’t exactly remember a lot.
“West? Is that what he’s calling himself now?” Germania questioned, allowing himself inside the house, seeing as his two grandchildren were obviously too distracted by his sudden appearance to do anything. “What happened to him being ‘Holy Roman Empire’?”
Oh, Ludwig was wide awake now. He made a sort of strangled noise, followed by a shorter one which sounded like someone who was crying, laughing and getting kicked in the balls simultaneously. Clearing his throat, he managed to pull himself together.
“Wait…what?” he asked slowly, just as the phone rang. When Gilbert made it clear like he wasn’t going to pick it up, Ludwig excused himself and exited the room to answer it.
“He doesn’t know that he was…?” Germania started.
“Yeah, accident. He hit his head. Hard. Thought it best to change his identity so that he wouldn’t try to do anything reckless again.” Gilbert’s sunshine had disappeared as he thought of the hell he would get later. He heard the sound of Ludwig’s returning footsteps.
“That was Roderich. I told him our grandfather was here and he sort of invited himself over.” Ludwig said, a dazed look on his face. Everything was happening so fast.
He was who? Since when?
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“Austria,” Gilbert answered.
“Oh.” By ‘oh’, the previously long dead man had meant: ‘I wonder if he turned out okay. He seemed sort of wimpy. Maybe he’s stronger now’. Less than half an hour later, he found out the answer to this. It was, put simply, hell no.
The two stared at each other disdainfully for three minutes at the least. There was no word in any language to describe how much they were embarrassed for each other.
“So,” Germania spoke first, in his monotone, “I see you’ve…changed some.”
“Yes, so I have…” The room had suddenly become extremely quiet, as all of them were absorbed in their own thoughts.
Gilbert couldn’t help but think of this as the highlight of his life so far. Sure, it was extremely awkward, but still. It was Germania. Even though he still doubted it a little, the alternative of having an elf visit him was pretty awesome, too.
Meanwhile, Ludwig was having the identity crisis of a lifetime. Strangely, he had somehow acquired memories of an adorable young girl that bore a remarkable resemblance to a certain pasta-loving friend.
A firm knock on the door brought everyone back to reality. Ludwig rose to answer the door, though he had a vague idea of who it was. Apparently, he was right and Vash barged right in like he owned the place. Not like Ludwig would stop him if he actually thought so. You couldn’t be too careful around the Swiss man.
“I just came over to tell you to keep your dogs off of my la-“ Vash stopped midsentence, looking at the small group that had gathered around Germany’s coffee table, singling out the one that he never expected to see in his lifetime.
“Switzerland.” Germania nodded to his other grandson in his stoic manner. “I see you haven’t changed much.”
Not sure if this was a compliment or an insult, Vash merely stared at the man who should have been dead for ages. Eventually, he spoke, in a weary tone. “Good. Now I can ask you in person. I’m not really related to these idiots, right?”
“You’re my grandson and so are they. Sorry,” Germania shrugged.
“There’s no way I could possibly-“
“Just face it, Vash,” Gilbert interrupted with a smirk, “You’re just going to have to realize that you have similar genes as the three of us.”
“I lied. Just two of you. Austria’s adopted,” Germania added nonchalantly. Three blondes and one brunette stared at him as though he had sprouted wings. “What? I thought it was obvious.” The Austrian then made a noise that was only heard once before in history when Ludwig made it earlier that day. It was Roderich’s turn to have an identity crisis.
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“Hey Francis,” Antonio asked, tomato in hand, “Ever wonder why you have blonde hair while me, Romano and Veneziano have brown hair?” The Frenchman pondered this for a moment.
“I’ve always assumed it was because I’m special.”
((This author!anon realizes that she probably failed miserably at this request. Author!anon apologizes in advance and hopes someone fills this with something better.))
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Plus, it's the Grandpa who Kicked. Rome's. Ass. I think he's entitled to be Awesome (and now we see where Gilbert gets it!)
DID anyone fill out the Grandpa Rome request? I haven't seen it posted...
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Thank you, anon! It is awesome, and it is lovely, and I shall take it home with me, and I shall hug it and kiss it and call it Lawrence!
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