"AND STAY OUT!!" Germany yelled, slamming the door, and leaving his older brother sitting on the damp sidewalk.
After a few moments of shock, Gilbert rolled his eyes, pushing himself to his feet with multiple curses, while rubbing his bruised arm and mumbling to himself.
"Kicking out ze awesome me? Vell, his loss. Stupid brudder." He sulked, looking up and down the street. It was starting to get cold. Not that he minded, of course. His awesomeness would keep him warm.
But, he should probably go indoors. But only so his brother wouldn't worry. Which he would of course. Along with all the other countries. Speaking of countries, who's house could he go crash? He pulled out his cellphone, dialing Alfred. After a few rings, the american picked up.
"Yeah, what's up dude?"
"America! It's me, ze awesome Prussia. Can I come stay at jour house?"
Silence on the other end, then a hesitant reply.
"Oh, ah, my bad, dude, I completely forgot.. I have, uh, important hero stuff to do tonight. Sorry." The other end hung up. Gilbert rolled his eyes, clicking another number. Maybe Italy would have a room open...
"GO AWAY YOU STUPID BEER DRINKING BASTARD!" The other line went dead. Okay then, he guessed that must be Romano. Too bad, their loss. Another number.
"Japan? Can ze awesome me stay at your house tonight?" The other line went dead without a response. Guess not then. Maybe the brit would have room. Worth a shot.
"Hello, England speaking."
"England can ze awes-" The other line ended before he finished his sentence. Gilbert groaned, scrolling through more numbers.
China? No.
Austria? No.
Greece? No.
Egypt? No.
Russi- Hell no.
The german sighed. Was there really no one who would have him stay? He was ready to throw his phone to the ground and maybe take his chances with Russia when his eyes landed on a contact all the way at the bottom of his list. Canada. He grinned, snapping his fingers. Of course! he clicked the number, holding his breath as the phone rang.
"H-hello? This isn't America if that's who you're after." he heard the hesitant, hopeful voice of the Canadian on the other end.
"Vhat? No, Stars and Stripes already refused ze awesome me. Can I come stay at jour house please Birdie?" He waited, hearing no reply for a second. Gilbert was ready to hang up with no answer, his shoulder's already dropping in defeat when he heard a voice on the other end.
"O-of course!" the excited chirp of the Canadian squealed. He grinned.
"I'll be zere in a second."
Canada POV:
The canadian set his phone down, leaning against a wall with a grin on his face. Oh. my. goodness. Gil's coming over! I wonder why.. no matter. He's coming over, thats all that matters! He's so nice.. and I like his eyes.. Oh my goodness my house is a mess! he realized in panic, darting off through the hallways.
The smaller nation ran around, scooping up piles of hockey jerseys and ice skates and shoving them into cupboards, trying to make his house look at least somewhat clean. After ten minutes he heard the doorbell ring, three times loudly. Prussia. Well I guess this'll have to do. he decided nervously, running to go get the door before Gil got too cold.
