The Blog of the Awesome Me!

Kesesese! Hallo lieblings! Looks like you've found my awesome blog! Doesn't it look snazzy? The name's Gilbert Beilschmidt, also known as the AWESOME Prussia! You better remember that name!

[ilserenissimo-blog]

And before the other can even finish the sentence with some measure of personal space he all but barrels into him, immediately going for a tight hug and an overly fond greeting, peppered with the usual gunfire of chatter.

 “Ciao, Gilbert! Of course I’ve come to see you– I missed you!” naturally he ended up there as a consequence of being hopelessly lost during one of his business trips, but he isn’t going to spoil the moment by admitting to something like that. Now that he is here, he could definitely spend some time with his old friend!

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

Gilbert hugs Feliciano bag tightly, laughing as he practically picks him up a half an inch before setting him back down, his stiff back protesting and reminding him to never do that again after sleeping on the couch. Maybe he should lay off the Grey’s Anatomy and sleep in a bed for once if his back was going to act up like that.

He doesn’t let on that his back was hurting and grinned at Feliciano, thrilled to see him. Seeing that cute face made him decide that the pain was definitely worth it!

“Kesesese! I bet you just got lost, huh?” He teased, ruffling Feliciano’s hair with one hand. “Hahaha, just kidding. Gott, it’s been forever since we met up! You gotta stop being a stranger around here. The awesome me might die without seeing your adorable face!”

[romanoitalia]

Yeah, they really suck.

[It had been ages since Romano had been alone. When he and his brother had been taken by Austria, he wasn’t alone. When he was sent to Spain, he wasn’t alone, even if he bitched at Antonio constantly. When he reunited with his brother once more, he wasn’t alone, so whenever his brother wasn’t around, it was far too quiet.]

Stay over? [Romano blinked for a moment as he weighed his options. He’d be going back to an empty house and Gilbert seemed to want him there or he wouldn’t have offered. While the food arrived, he thought about it more knowing Gilbert expected an answer.]

[In the end, he blushed and nodded to the other man] Yeah…yeah, I’ll stay over, that’s fine. That sounds good to me.

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

Awesome! That’s great! The guest room’s still kind of a mess, but the blankets and sheets were just washed, so I can make the bed up when we get there. I doubt you’ll wanna sleep on the couch. It kinda needs to be pitched.

[He rambled excitedly, clearly more than thrilled that Romano had agreed to stay over. Honestly, he was. He didn’t know what he would have done if he had to have a night out with someone and then go back to an empty house with only dogs to keep him company.

It would have been miserable. And he probably would have gotten wasted and passed out on the couch. And then he’d have a hangover to deal with...]

[romanoitalia]

Romano’s cheeks puffed out while he took Gilbert’s shirt off so he could examine him. He went to get a couple of cold compresses by wrapping ice in a plastic bag, then wrapping the bags with towels. He placed one on Gilbert’s stomach and the other on his shoulder blades, practically embracing him as he held them in place.

“Hm? You were just being really quiet…and not yourself. Look, I know this is cold, but you’ll have to endure it a little while. Do you want to hold the one on your stomach so I can focus on your shoulder blades?”

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

“C-c-cold!” Gilbert squeaked, and he swore that his voice reached octaves he hadn’t hit since he was a child at the sudden contact of ice against his tender skin. He shivered for a second before relaxing, though it didn’t help that fact that it was still very cold.

But, as he grew used to it, it became a welcoming chill.

“Uh...Ahem.” He cleared his throat, face warming with embarrassment at his startled squeak moments before. “I was just thinkin’ that’s all.” He forced his shoulders to relax. “I can keep the stomach one in place. If ya wanna move the compress to my neck though, that would be awesome. It’s really nice after all this crappy summer heat.”

He grinned, the action more grateful than anything though. He really was thankful that Romano had been around to help him out. Though it sucked that he actually needed help. Oh well. He just hoped Romano didn’t ask too many questions about how he got injured so easily.

[germany-of-the-day]

today’s germany of the day is:

bros before hoes

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

@tamsusvilkas started following you

Business trips were the absolute worst in Gilbert’s opinion. Especially when he had to do them alone. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle a trip alone...He just didn’t like it. But with Ludwig elsewhere, that left just him, and three dogs, and he was beginning to think he should have found a dog-sitter or something.

“Aster! Blackie! Berlitz! Heel! I know it’s a new place, an’ that I’m not West, but c’mon, cut me some slack!” He pleaded as he and the dogs exited the hotel lobby and entered the street. 

Lithuania was a nice country, but one the dogs hadn’t visited, so even if they were well-trained, it was hard for them to control themselves with all the new sights and smells. Plus, there were already five people - American tourists he assumed - trying to pet the dogs.

God Gilbert hated business trips.

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

@ilserenissimo started following you

Feliiiiiiiiii! Ciao, bello~ What brings you all the way out here, huh? Did you just miss the awesome me?

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

ooc

i owe two starters on here i think!

@ilserenissimo and @tamsusvilkas

I’ll have the starters up shortly!

[romanoitalia]

[Romano blushed as Gilbert called him out about being the lucky one, but he refused to comment on it. He simply huffed and glanced away in embarrassment. Romano had a bad habit of not caring if any humans could hear him, besides, he had difficulty calling Germany by his human name or anything other than an insult.]

Huh…I don’t really know, I mean I don’t have anywhere to be tonight, so I guess I could. Otherwise I’d just be going back to Naples or Rome, and if my brother isn’t going to be in Rome today, then I’ll just be going to an empty house.

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

Empty homes are the worst, huh?

[He sounds like he means it, and he does. He hates being alone...And yet, he often finds himself in that situation; alone, and with no one just walls and a desk of paperwork to keep him busy.

He grins.]

Let’s make it a night then! You can even stay over if ya want. Don’t want you going back late at night. I’d be a pretty crappy host if I let you do that.

[As he spoke, the server slid up to their sides, plates in hand, and placed them in front of the pair. Gilbert gave her a hushed and polite thanks before looking back to Romano, waiting for his confirmation on staying over, or his denial.]

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

He didn’t really respond much to Romano’s comment about how Ludwig would feel if he had ended up in that kind of condition. He hadn’t seen his brother for months it felt like, so he had to wonder if Ludwig would even notice. Even when Ludwig was home, he was so busy, or out with Feliciano, that it felt like Gilbert was falling to sidelines.

A hint of a thought, an inkling of fear, and Gilbert grumbled a response to Romano before realizing what he had been asked. He blinked, lifting his gaze to Romano and immediately grinned, pretending as if, for a moment, he hadn’t looked lost and paler than usual. 

“Oh, sorry, what was that? You wanna see the awesome me without his shirt on?” He teased, straightening and winking. “Sure, you can. I don’t have anything hide~ kesese!”

[romanoitalia]

Romano was concerned by what he perceived as Gilbert’s quietness. The other was always loud and obnoxious but at the moment seemed lost in his own mind. He didn’t say anything, however, that he had noticed. Even the grumble was unlike Gilbert. The face he was greeted with made him pause.

“D-don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just doing this to see if you’re injured.” Not that he was wrong, but this was purely medical. Romano began taking off Gilbert’s shirt so that he could see if there were any wounds that needed treatment, a cut, or a bruise that he hadn’t noticed.

While he removed the shirt, he couldn’t help but wonder what Gilbert had been thinking about that had made him so quiet. Was it something he said?

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

“Heh! Just teasing you.” Gilbert replied, letting Romano tug off his shirt to look at the bruises that colored his skin, mostly around his shoulder blades and stomach. Being the way he was - stuck in nation limbo as he called it - it meant that he bruised much easier than most nations. So even weak humans, even ones physically weaker than him, could get in some bruising blows. 

Those just happened to come from when he had been slammed back into a brick wall.

“...You look so serious. Something eating you?” He inquired, wondering if he had been quiet too long and made the other worry.

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

ooc

hey guys! just wanted to apologize for being awol; i entered a game jam, so basically my life has been consumed by trying to make a functional game in two weeks. now that the tough coding is out of the way, ill be able to work on replies.

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

True! Well, at least it won’t be just me that causes trouble in that case! 

[He downs his drink, setting the glass down and gesturing to the server for another. Once his glass has been replaced by a full one, he leans forward, an elbow on the tablet.] 

Trust me, I won’t change my mind. [A wink.] Just make sure you don’t throw a grenade at me. Or the pin. [Honestly, hearing about that had been hilarious. He hopes Romano doesn’t get too offended by him picking on him. He should, after all, know that Gilbert picks on everyone, especially the people he’s friendly with.

Or. Well, he hopes he would know that.]

[romanoitalia]

[Romano snorted and nodded, he was still sipping at his Campari slowly] With the two of us, they won’t know who to start yelling at first. [He watched Gilbert as he got a new glass of his drink, then blinked and blushed at the grenade mention]

Shut up, like you’ve never done anything stupid. [He stuck his tongue out petulantly. He wasn’t offended in the least bit.] Besides, you’re all damn lucky that I did it wrong otherwise there would be bits of Germany everywhere. [And Romano himself is lucky that Germany got the damn grenade away from him, but he’s not going to just admit that]

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

Pretty sure you're the lucky one to be honest. [He teased, leaning over the table to talk a little softer so people didn't give them too many weird looks.

He, unlike some countries, liked to keep his status as a semi-country on a need-to-know-basis. It raised less questions, and didn't make people think he was off his rocker. Plus...

They weren't fully his people.]

That aside though, what do ya wanna do after we eat? We don't have a lotta choices since it's kinda late, but. If ya wanna hang out some more, you could always come over?

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

Today, I was awesome

So I had some "lunch" earlier....I think it was probably bad. Maybe. Ugh.

[starryheroism-blog]

              “DUDES! YOUR HERO HAS ARRIVED!”

           Since I’m not all that great at making promotions, can you please like or reblog this if you’re willing to interact with an independent blog for America from Hidekaz Himaruya’s Hetalia? Thank you!

Established: July 4th (10:14 pm MTZ)

[aph-nightmare-eyes]

Allies and Axis as Things my Professors have Said

America: “Spider-Man, what are you doing in my classroom?”

Canada: “If I collapse, at least take the time to call for a doctor before you all leave.”

China: “You do the work and I take the credit; that’s how this relationship works.”

England: “Did anyone else see that hoard of buzzards, or should I have skipped coffee this morning?”

France: “Sure, skip class. I’m not the one that’s paying hundreds of dollars to take it.”

Russia: “ I liked the doodle on your quiz, so I cut it out and kept it.”

Germany: “All I wanted was some beer!”

Prussia: “Oh come on, I know at least one of you rednecks has a knife.”

Italy: “Anyone else see The Bible on the History channel? Good Lord, I had to ask for forgiveness for my lustful thoughts every time Jesus came on screen.”

Romano: “Kittens are cute, but then they grow up and turn into handmaidens of Satan.”

Japan: “Okay everyone, just ignore the wasps and pay attention.”

[5345345234]

[ Alfred led them to an abandoned hospital that was only a tad creepy—don’t mind the pitiful howling coming from room 239B or the little girl who occupied the halls in the west wing. ]

      “Our boundaries are the entire layout. Every spot inside this location is game. Try not to go anywhere with lots of tape though. That’s usually a bad sign.” 

[ He picked out a suitable gun and examined it. ]

      “Whenever you’re ready, Gil.” 

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[Oh. Gilbert was both in awe and horrified. He had seen one too many movies to know where going into that place would end; with him dead and Alfred being chased by some ghost until he got out alive (but for how long). Wasn’t that how most American horror movies ended?]

Uh. Right. So, we’re sure this place isn’t haunted by the spirit of some bitter, angry little girl with a penchant for murdering people, right?

[He picks out his own gun and set the other options to the side. He tosses Alfred a chest pack-slash-target after turning it on, and puts his own on, pretending he isn’t unnerved by the location. He was going to be jumping at shadows, he just knew it.]

[romanoitalia]

[Romano laughed and gave him a big grin] Hey now, I never said I was a good influence on anyone. I’m fairly sure I might get you into more trouble than anything…

[He did after all try to throw a grenade at Germany once. And failed.]

You’d better not change your mind later.

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

True! Well, at least it won’t be just me that causes trouble in that case! 

[He downs his drink, setting the glass down and gesturing to the server for another. Once his glass has been replaced by a full one, he leans forward, an elbow on the tablet.] 

Trust me, I won’t change my mind. [A wink.] Just make sure you don’t throw a grenade at me. Or the pin. [Honestly, hearing about that had been hilarious. He hopes Romano doesn’t get too offended by him picking on him. He should, after all, know that Gilbert picks on everyone, especially the people he’s friendly with.

Or. Well, he hopes he would know that.]

[forgottenally-blog]

[ Matt will raise up the unopened bottle in response to the toast ]

It’s been pretty good, I’m not gonna lie. Probably the best one I’ve had in a while. There’s been a lot of celebrating, good food, good beer… what more could a guy ask for?

[ichbinpreussen-blog]

Haha, Good! You deserve it, kiddo. I’m glad to hear that your big day’s been such a success. 

[He taps his bottle against Matthew’s, grinning happily.]

Here’s to you, and here’s to hopin’ every year is just as awesome as this one!

[He chugs the beer down, setting the bottle down only when he’s emptied it completely.]