GilbertxBeilschmidt

"You should probably change first." Matthew decided, taking in the strange combinations of feathers and animal pelts Gilbert wore. The albino was several inches taller than him and more muscular, telling Matthew upfront that none of his own clothes would fit him. "Some of Alfred's clothes will probably do. I doubt he'll even know they're missing." "What's wrong with what I have on now?" Gilbert was back on the floor, sitting cross-legged and rifling through the hundreds of scrapped pictures that littered the carpet. Each time he found a drawing of himself that he liked, he let out a peculiar purring sound and held it close to his chest befor

"Mom?" Mathias called in a hesitant tone, opening the door to the small townhouse he and his mother shared. The inside was neglect of any decorations- no wedding photos of his parents or baby pictures of Mathias like one would find in an ordinary household. The only thing that filled the room was the overpowering smell of cigarette smoke; the fraying, mismatched furniture; and the static coming from the old television that had been left on in the corner. The only answer Mathias received to his call was the growling of his own stomach. He sighed and dropped his backpack onto the floor, making his way into the poor excuse of a kitchen. His mot

         Arthur Kirkland flipped down the car mirror above his head, checking his reflection for the millionth time that day, tugging at the hem of the misty green shirt that made his eyes pop in all the right ways. He brushed a hand across his forehead, ensuring that not a single strand of sunshine yellow hair was out of place.          Deep breaths, old chap. He told himself, exhaling deeply through his nose. Its only Alfred. No reason to get so nervous. Of course, he sincerely doubted it was just Alfred. Knowing the American, this 'get-together' he had planned for Arthur's birthday that day was probably going to turn into a loud, thrivin

A/N: You know what, I decided that I am gonna put SwissAus and LietPol in here. Y'know why? Because there aren't enough SwissAus shippers! Practically everyone ships either AusHun or PruAus or SwissLiech and I don't really care for any of those pairings, so I'm on a mission to convert all of you to SwissAus. If I successfully complete my mission, review telling me how you have been converted! (Btw, this is my first time writing SwissAus and LietPol so extra props to me if that happens XD)            Vash Zwingli roamed the halls of the school, feeling too restless to turn in for the night just yet. Though his expression didn't show it, he w

"Hey Bruder, sorry I'm late." Gilbert said, slipping into the dimly-lit room. The walls were painted an unattractive slate-gray color, the single yellow light swinging from the ceiling flickering on and off. There was a large, rickety table in the center of the room, with dozens of unoccupied chairs surrounding it. A muscular, broad-shoulder young man with blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes stood rigidly next to it. "Bruder." Ludwig Beilschmidt, personification of Germany, greeted him with a curt nod. "Why'd you call me here?" Gilbert grinned, sinking into a chair and kicking his boots up on the table. "I took a prisoner today," he began,