Yay! The first TurPru Fanfic on this sight :D Just so yall know, this story starts on a Saturday, plus, characters are in college and I'm only in highschool, so sorry if there's any misinformation or watever, plus my drawing skills are much better than my writing skills ^^; I'm sure there probably wont be any real adult situations, just a lot of language and innuendo, so I'm keeping this rated T. If that changes, I'll surely change the rating. Please enjoy and reviews are much appreciated :)

The day had been a long one for Gilbert Beilschmidt. First off, his little brother's dogs had woke him early that morning, and then he had to deal with his annoying coworker, Elizaveta, making Gilbert's job at Hot Topic even less bearable.

It was almost five and the mall was about to close, much to Gilbert's relief. He couldn't wait to get home, even though he knew his grandfather would have chores for him to do once there.

"Hey Gil, you're closing up tonight," called Elizaveta from the back room. She walked out with her purse and headed out of the store. Gilbert could only stare at her in disbelief. The audacity of that woman!

'Just another addition to my already shitty day,' he thought as he began to clean up the store. It was almost seven before he could finally leave.

Gilbert did not have enough money to buy his own car yet, so his only option was to walk; being claustrophobic, he could not stand taking the bus or a cab.

His walks were very uneventful. He had to walk through a Russian neighborhood, which didn't bother him...Unless of course Ivan tried striking up a conversation. There was something about this particular Russian that unnerved the young albino. Ivan's sister Natalia was no better, for she liked to hide in the bushes at the corner and scare him.

Tonight, neither of those things happened and Gilbert made it home without incident. He passed his brother Ludwig on the way. He was walking their three dogs.

"Hallo, älteren bruder," the teen greeted. Gilbert grunted in response and continued home. Even though he was only 16, Ludwig was a real buzz kill. How could somebody at the head of the school's football team be so dreary?

As he stepped into the rather small two-story house, he could hear a ruckus coming from the kitchen, a couple of familiar voice's carrying on a loud, obnoxious conversation. Gilbert smiled when he walked in and saw his two best friends, Francis and Antonio helping his grandfather, Aldrich, with dinner.

"What's up, guys!" He took a seat at the kitchen table, laughing loudly as Francis dumped some flour onto Antonio's head. Antonio in turn smashed an egg into the Frenchman's face

"Will you boys stop making a mess of my house? All three of you, out!"

"Well, guten nacht to you, too, Grandpa!" Gil didn't mind getting kicked out of the house. He would usual go out in the middle of the night anyways to go hang out with his friends. The club they tended to go to was across town (thank goodness Francis had a car) and it had a variety of music as well as a variety of patrons. The trio had even once encountered a young Dutch man, who for some odd reason held a deadly grudge on Antonio.

That night was Disco Night and the trio had to stop at Francis' house before going to the club so that could change outfits. At first Gil and Antonio had thought nothing of their friend being in charge of the outfits. That was until they were actually wearing the outfits.

Antonio was reluctantly wearing an all green outfit that consisted of a bedazzled shirt, a bedazzled skirt, bellbottoms, and pumps. Gilbert had been forced to wear a pink stripped tank top, hot-pink short-shorts, and cotton candy sneakers. Francis was happily donning a stomach-revealing baby-blue tank top, cerulean skinny jeans, and sapphire heels.

"We look like the international gay version of the damn PowerPuff Girls!" Gilbert hissed, tugging at the pink bow Francis had put in his hair. The others wore similar ones, Antonio's green, and Francis' blue. "Hey Frenchie, you think we could switch outfits?"

"No way, Gilbie. You look ravishing in pink, no?" Francis skipped out of the house and to his car, Antonio and Gilbert trailing slowly behind.

"You're lucky, Gil. You're not the one wearing a skirt and bellbottoms." The Spaniard tried to be comforting, but Gilbert only shook his head.

"I'm the least dressed of the three of us! And I HATE pink!" Gilbert slunk down into his seat in the back of Francis' GT Citroen, hoping that nobody at the club would recognize him.

Of course there was always the one who noticed everything: Alfred Jones, a motor-mouth American who would immediately spread it across the community college campus. Gilbert would make sure that the Frenchie paid dearly for this humiliation.

It didn't take too many beers before Gilbert finally got over it and was dancing like a maniac. He also didn't notice he was dancing with this strange masked man. They were equally drunk and eventually they lost balance and fell on top of one another.

Gilbert was trying his best to get this inebriated loner off of him when Francis popped up and let out an 'aww.' Who knew a drunk could blush even harder? Gilbert noticed that the stranger wasn't even trying to get up. He only hoped this guy hadn't just passed. His hopes and prayers were answered when the man began to stir, but what happened next really freaked him out.

The stranger began to slowly run his hands up Gilbert's sides, going under his shirt as well. When he felt a warm mouth nipping at his stomach through the clothing, Gilbert immediately began to hit the man in the back of the head repeatedly.

"GET OFF ME, PERVERT!" A small crowd began to form around them as Gilbert kept struggling against the strong tan arms of the masked stranger. Francis was busy taking pictures, same as Alfred, while Antonio was wondering if he should help his friend or not.

Being the kind-hearted person he was, Antonio made the righteous decision of hauling the other man off of Gilbert.

As soon as his legs were free, Gilbert threw a foot into the air, kicking the stranger squarely in the jaw, sending the man's pristine white mask into the air. Then Gilbert dragged Antonio with him to the bathroom, and next into a one of the stalls.

"Okay, man, you and I are switching outfits! Now!" Antonio stared dumbly as his friend began to disrobe.

"I don't really think that'll help if Sadiq's already set his sights on you..."

"You know that creep?" Antonio nodded and began to take his shirt off reluctantly.

"Yeah, he's in one of my college classes. He's fairly new and from Turkey, but very unwavering, nonetheless." They switched shirts. "His first week here, he began hitting on this girl sitting next to him; I think her name was Elizabeth. He didn't stop till a few weeks ago, when she totally kicked his ass!"

"Wait, you sure her name wasn't Elizaveta?" By this time, their outfits had been completely changed.

"Oh, yeah! You're right, Gil!" Antonio clapped giddily for some odd reason.

"Hmm, that's what I was afraid of. I kinda feel sorry for that dude now; Liz can punch!"

As the two friends exited the stall, Sadiq walked in, rubbing his sore jaw, holding his mask in his free hand. He smiled slyly when he saw Gilbert now clad in green. "Green really suits you, aşkim," he said with a wink.

Gilbert shuddered, acting as if he were about to vomit, and made his way back onto the dance floor quickly. He stormed past everyone to get to the exit, ignoring Antonio and Francis who pleading for him to stop. Once he reached the door, they grabbed his.

"Look guys!" He wheeled around to face them. His crimson eyes were ablaze with rage. "I've just been sexual assaulted and I'm going home! That creeps lucky that I'm not going to report him."

"Mi amigo, you shouldn't be walking around downtown in the middle of the night, especially alone!"

"I'm a grown man; I can take care of myself." Gilbert broke away from their grips and stalked out into the cool air of the early morning hours. He began to walk swiftly towards home, not caring who or what he met on the way. If looks could kill, they would all be in comas now.

By the time Gilbert got home, the sun had begun to peek over the horizon. His anger had also dwindled enough that he opened and closed the front door gently, not wanting to disturb his brother and grandfather. He trotted softly up the stairs and locked himself in his room.

Climbing in bed, he thought to himself, 'Gott sei dank, es ist Sonntagmorgen. I don't have to work. If anyone wakes me before noon, I'll kill them...'

Yay! The first chapter of the only PrussiaxTurkey fanfiction! To me, it's not all that cracktastic, I mean, both of them annoy the crap out of Hungary. I also have drawings of scenes on my deviantART, I'm empersian1234 ^_^ Also, the GT Citroen is an awesome French concept car, I just had to make Francis' car French okay.

Translations:

Turkish: aşkim = my love (aww)

German: Gott sei dank, es ist Sonntagmorgen = Thank God, it's Sunday morning