A/N: I'm tweaking "Changes - UK/FR Pt. II," but needed a break from the angst. The Hungary/Ukraine pairing is something I made up for the story. In real life, Austria's economy's doing gangbusters compared to the rest of the World, but it still relies on German tourists and trading for a lot of the revenue.

Translations listed at the end. Edited 7/15/10. Yikes! Thanks Marker-chan!

Fandom: Hetalia

Summary: Roderich forces Gilbert's hand. Gilbert finds out Roderich's darkest secret. It's all awesome.

Pairings: Prussia-Gilbert/Austria-Roderich, Mentioned Germany/N. Italy, Mentioned Hungary/Ukraine, Mentioned Romano/Spain

Warnings: Shonen-Ai (This Part), Possible OOC, Cursing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Changes - Prussia x Austria - Part I

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Running from Spain's mansion, Gilbert could barely hold back the maniacal giggling.

The former Teutonic Knight had heard from Antonio, who heard from France, that someone's earnest marriage proposal had recently been turned down for a pair of seismic breasts and a couple of barren wheat fields. He couldn't wait to arrive home to find out if it was true.

Prussia slammed the front door shut. He shared the home with little brother, Ludwig, Ludwig's worse half, Feliciano, and Gilbert's about-to-be-but-didn't-know-it-yet-spouse, Roderich. "Dry your tears, Roddy! Awesome is home!"

Gilbert pouted. While he didn't expect the uptight Austrian to welcome him with open arms, his love could at least leave the damned piano for two minutes and say Hello.

Listening closer, Prussia smiled, realizing why Austria wouldn't be leaving the ivory keys anytime soon.

It seemed Ludwig and Feliciano had gotten the good news about the German unemployment rates going down and were presently celebrating at the top of their lungs.

Whistling the tune Austria currently banged out, Gilbert stuck his hands in his pockets and sauntered leisurely towards Roderich's wing.

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Austria had stopped playing by the time Prussia walked in. "Please leave me alone, Gilbert. I am not in the mood for whatever you might have in mind."

Ignoring Roderich, like always, Gilbert sat down on a couch. "So she really turned you down, huh?"

The frowning, violet-eyed man fought hard not to smash his fist down on the piano keys. "Apparently, Elizaveta's love for Ukraine means more to her than my steady economy. She would rather starve to death than be married to me again."

Prussia placed his hands behind his head. "Wow, sounds pretty harsh, even for Hungary. She really say that?"

Roderich looked down with a sigh. "Elizaveta did not have to. All her concern centered on Ukraine's ill health. My proposal was given nary a thought."

Gilbert rudely blew air through his teeth. "Sorry, old chap. While you might have Vienna, Ukraine is Submissive City with fun bags as the main tourist attraction. Hell, I'd give it a shot if Ukraine wasn't a lesbian."

Austria grumbled under his breath.

Gilbert leaned forward. Hands still behind his head. "Say what now? I don't speak Old Fart mumble."

Roderich half-turned with a snarl. "I said Ukraine is not a lesbian! She believes love is universal and should be given to whomever needs it."

Prussia couldn't help himself. "Riiiiight. And Mama Earth won't spread it your way because…?"

Austria drooped like a wet noodle. "She does not like me."

Gilbert almost wet his pants. His joyful cackling echoed throughout the music room. "Oh man, that is the definition of awesome!"

Shaking with fury, Austria stood up, toppling the piano chair to the side. "Well! I am glad to see I have amused you once more, Prussia! I guarantee this will be the last time."

Gilbert was still choking on his laughter when he realized Roderich had left the room. He gasped as the reverberations of Austria's last words met his ears. "No clean getaway for you, old man!"

Predator instincts on full alert. Prussia went hunting.

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Austria sucked at being prey. He always went exactly where you expected him to be.

Gilbert leaned against Austria's bedroom doorway. Crimson eyes roved over the neat piles of expensive clothing waiting to be packed. "I should've taken my time. It'll probably take you a week to pack the first load. So uncool."

Roderich made sure each article was placed in the correct color-coordinated pile. They would first be placed into airtight plastic bags, then into pristine carrying cases. "Economy's sound as a drum. I'm not sure why I stayed for so long. I should have left when Ludwig married Feliciano. This house is too crowded anyway, especially with the imbecile sleeping in the next wing."

Prussia straightened up, hearing that remark. "Hellooo! Standing right here!"

Muttering under his breath, Austria held up an ancient waistcoat. "I should have donated this to the museum years ago. Hate moving houses. Such a bother."

Realizing Roderich's well-known tunnel-vision had kicked in, Gilbert stepped in to nip it in the bud.

Prussia tore the waistcoat out of Austria's hands, and shoved the flabbergasted Austrian onto the bed, knocking carefully arranged piles everywhere. "Österreich floriert wegen Deutschlands Stärke!"

Austria's lips peeled back, forming a sneer. "Nicht von jetzt an."

Gilbert's hands balled into ready fists.

From birth, the former Teutonic Knight had been trained to hit first and, maybe, apologize later. "I am not going to hit you, Roderich. No matter how much you bait me."

Austria attempted to stand, knowing full well the risk of raising Prussia's ire. "Hit me all you want. It would not be the first time. I am leaving and that is that."

Prussia laid a grip of steel on Roderich's shoulder. "I said I won't hit you! I'm never going to hit you again. Husbands don't hit their spouses. Spain said you had the right to leave me if I ever hit you."

Austria squirmed in Gilbert's grasp. "Marry a bloodthirsty cretin like you! Never! I would rather die first!"

Shoving Roderich over, Prussia flopped onto the bed. "Fine. Live and don't marry me. I'll get a kick out of watching your precious economy crumble."

Wide-eyed, Austria sat up with a gasp. "Gilbert, you wouldn't!"

Prussia smirked like the heartless bastard he was. "Wouldn't I? Germany is one, Roderich. I am one half of a whole. The other half, my beloved little brother, does everything I say, now I've been returned to him."

Roderich gazed down at the fumbling fingers in his lap. "You never changed. I thought Russia's years of torture taught you a little humility. It only made you more of a bastard."

Gilbert gently ran a finger along Austria's jaw line, noting the subtle shudder when the nail sailed across Roderich's mole. "Only when you force me, Roddy. For years, I told you I loved you. Every time you shoved Hungary in my face. She's out of the picture now. Time to take your place at the altar."

Austria bit his lip hard, attempting to stave off the waves of desire running through his body from one finger on his mole. "It's not enough, Gilbert. Not nearly enough. I need more."

Prussia hopped up with a smile. Happy to play his trump card at last. "Well, I was going to save this for our wedding night. But since we've waited so long, I might as well give you your present now."

With a click and a zip, Gilbert pulled his pants down with one yank. He wasn't wearing any underwear. "Antonio said you were something of a size queen. It's not five meters, but it should do the trick."

At first, Roderich was so confused by Gilbert's actions. The country didn't realize what he was actually seeing.

When he did, one hand came up to cover Austria's mouth in amazement. "Mein Gott."

Placing confident hands on slim, muscular hips, Prussia beamed down on his almost-fiancé with lust-filled eyes. "Actually, I call him Awesome Jr., but your name works too.

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Österreich floriert wegen Deutschlands Stärke! - Austria flourishes because of Germany's strength!

Nicht von jetzt an. - Not from now on.

Mein Gott. - My god.