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Title: Operation Cupid, Part Three
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Francis Bonnefoy (France), Antonio “Tony” Carriedo (Spain), Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia) , Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany), Feliciano Vargas (Italy)
Genres: buddy fic
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Human AU, Unable to sleep, Gilbert calls his brother and asks him to come and get him…
Author’s note: This follows on the Heels of my previous fic, “Operation Cupid, Part One.” And “Operation Cupid, Part Two.” No knowledge of that fic is needed other than to know the guys are plotting to fix Gilbert’s brother Ludwig up with his (Ludwig’s) best friend, Feli (Feliciano).

Gilbert could not sleep, despite being drunk enough to pass out. Frances was snuggled up behind him and Antonio was snoring softly in his face. To make matters worse, Antonio resisted all attempts to make him roll over. His head pounding, Gilbert somehow managed to untangle himself from Francis’ clutches. Unfortunately, he woke him in the process.

“Sorry, Frannie, but I need to go home,” Gilbert said softly. “I can’t sleep here with Tony snoring all night.”

“It’s alright, mon ami,” Francis murmured sleepily. Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “I can get you a blanket and you can sleep on the sofa, cuz I don’t think you should drive home.”

“I know that’s why I’m gonna call my brother.”

Francis checked the clock on the nightstand. “It’s three in the morning, Gilbert.”

“He’ll come. He won’t be happy about it, but he’ll be there.”

They got out of bed. While Gilbert padded around in the dark, looking for his clothes, Francis went over to his dresser. Pulling out a t-shirt and boxers, he got dressed. He found his friend in the living room, shrugging into his shirt. They sat on the sofa while Gilbert put on his shoes.

Gilbert swore. “I can feel the mother of all hangovers coming on. Can I bother you for some water?”

“Sure.” Francis got up and headed towards the kitchen. When he returned, Gilbert was on the phone talking to his brother.

“Hey, Lutz, I need you to come and get me… No, I’m not in jail. I’m at Francis’…” he paused and listened to his brother’s reply. “I can’t sleep with Francis.” Taking the proffered water, he sipped it. “Can’t help it, Lutz, he likes to cuddle like Feli and besides, Tony’s snoring like a freight train… What? Oh… Bring Feli too… See you in a bit, Lutz.” He hung up. “Thanks for the water, Frannie.” Gilbert drank it.

“No problem, mon ami. How long until he gets here?”

“I’d say, five, ten minutes tops. All Lutz needs to do is throw on a pair of pants. If he brings Feli with, closer to ten, since he’ll need to get dressed too. Thanks for a fun time, Frannie.” Gilbert squeezed his friend’s hand.

“Thanks for coming.”

Gilbert grinned. “You’re welcome. I can’t believe I wound up drinking more of those sissy fruity drinks than expected. They’re good.”

Francis laughed. “Glad you liked them. You sure, you’re going to be alright?”

“Frannie, if I could survive our frat parties in collage, a pitcher of girly drinks won’t kill me.” His grin morphed into a rueful smile. “The hangover… That’s another story.”

“Tell me about it,” Francis said. He closed his eyes; it felt like the room was spinning and he wanted to crawl back into bed. Francis tiredly rubbed his head.

A few minutes later, Ludwig arrived. He got out of the car and walked up the path to Francis’ house. Ludwig rang the bell and was greeted by his brother and Francis when Francis opened the door.

“I’m sorry, Francis.”

“Don’t worry about it, Louie.”

“Goodnight, Frannie,” Gilbert said.

À bientôt.


They got back into the car and Gilbert winced when they shut the doors.

“Are you okay, Gil?”

“I’m fine, Feli, just a lil hungover.” Gilbert ran a hand tiredly over his face.


“Yeah…” Gilbert smiled weakly at him as his brother drove off. It was mercifully quiet and against his better judgment, he decided to break it.”Ummm, sorry, I disturbed your love-fest, Lutz, Feli.”


“Yeah, you and Feli, going at like rabbits. You like each other, right?”

Ludwig blushed. “Yeah…?”

“Then just do it already. You’ll be a lot happier if you do, Lutz.”

“Oh…” Ludwig snuck a glance at Feliciano, who smiled.

Gilbert grinned at them, Operation Cupid may not have gone off like he had wanted, but it appeared to have the desired results. Now if only this hangover would go away, he would feel a lot better.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 30th, 2014 11:23 pm (UTC)
It's so sweet, Kira.
Jul. 30th, 2014 11:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Kat. Glad you liked it! :D
Jul. 30th, 2014 11:53 pm (UTC)
You're welcome, Kira
Jul. 31st, 2014 12:28 am (UTC)
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