At First
Written By: Panda-Ko
Note: I usually write the countries using their human names, but this fic is a little different. And you might be wondering why I used 'Gilbert' instead of 'Prussia', and why Italy and Germany call him that? Well, Prussia isn't considered a country anymore, so I thought I'd just do it this way. (I still consider Pru as a country, though.)
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At first Prussia only wanted to befriend Italy in hopes he'd gain some land back in some strange way.
Then he really got to know him.
Italy was always so sweet, funny, and ready with open arms if one needed a hug.
—o—o—o—
Gilbert smiled to himself as he watched Italy hang onto Germany's arm, prattling on about the pasta and pizza he'd made.
"—Italien. . . . I've got work. . . . I'll talk to you later, please?"
"V-ve? But. . . ."
The look Italy gave Germany – like a kicked puppy – made Gilbert wonder how he could've even thought of using Italy to get land again.
Germany sighed.
"Look, I'll talk to you later. Why don't you go talk to Gilbert?"
Italy brightened immediately, nodded and hopped over to Gilbert.
"Ve! Ciao, Gilbert!"
Gilbert smirk-smiled at the cheery brunette and made room on the couch for him.
"Hallo, Italy. Kesese~. . . . Ze awesome me vill grace du vith mein presence~. How ist das?"
Italy laughed – what a sweet sound – and sat beside him.
"Ve~! You're funny, Gilbert."
"Ja, I am~. Und I'm awesome! Kese~."
Italy laughed again and began going on about how Germany was being mean, how he wouldn't eat the pasta the other made, and how he wouldn't play football with him.
Gilbert smirked and leaned closer to Italy.
"I'll eat your pasta, Italien~."
Italy grinned and threw his arms around Gilbert.
"Yay! Grazie! Come on, there's some in the kitchen right now! It's still warm, so I think it'll be best if you eat it now~."
"W-wait a minute-!"
Gilbert found himself dragged to the kitchen, and he sighed mentally.
Oh, Italien.
Why must you the absolute cutest thing anyone has ever seen?
—o—o—o—
Gilbert winced slightly and covered his ears, blocking out China and Italy's synchronized screams.
They were all at the beach, and Italy and China had slipped into the water, saying it was too hot for anything else.
It seemed like jellyfishes were in the water, and the two nations were getting chased by a cloud of them.
"Argh GERMANY HELP!"
Gilbert sighed and winced again.
Why is Germany the one he always turns to? Why not me?
"Aiyaa-! These things are going to kill me aru!"
"M-me too!"
America laughed and finished the burger he was eating at the moment.
"Come on y'all! Those are just fishes! Right, Iggy?!"
The Englishman snorted.
"Right, jellyfishes. Bloody git, taking us here to die. . . ."
"Waaah! Gil, Gil! Save meeee!"
Italy ran up to him, sobbing, and Gilbert patted his lap.
The soaking wet Italian jumped into it, and Gilbert winced.
He was heavier than he expected.
"Wah! Gil, will you die if you get stung by a jellyfish?"
"Well. . . . I'm not sure. I guess you can, if the thing is really poisonous."
Italy's wide, fearful eyes threatened to rain tears.
"I don't want to die!"
Gilbert smiled slightly and patted him, trying to calm him down.
"You didn't get stung."
"Wha-? Oh, right! That's right. . . . I didn't! Ve~. . . . I'm going to live!"
Gilbert laughed and hugged Italy.
I can't believe that I thought Italy would only be good for getting my land back before. Boy, was I a bastard.
—o—o—o—
Gilbert watched angrily through the window as Germany gave Italy a kiss on the cheek.
Why wasn't he doing that?!
He was sure he loved Italy more than Germany did.
A sigh fell from his lips.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be.
He was still lost in thought when a soft, timid tap on his shoulder brought him to reality.
"Gilbert?"
The albino spun quickly to see Hungary and another girl behind him.
He shrieked and backed away, scared that Hungary would hit him again for disrupting 'lovely yaoi time' between Germany and Italy.
To his surprise, though, she held out her hand.
"I'm not going to hit you. Actually, I was going to ask you why you looked mad when Germany kissed little Ita."
Gilbert frowned slightly, glaring at her hand like it would snap his nose off any time.
"Why are you being friendly all of a sudden?"
Hungary smiled deviously, a glint in her eyes.
The child behind her copied the action, holding up a camera as well.
"Firstly: we need new PruIta doujinshis. Secondly: you're obviously in love with him. Italy, I mean."
Gilbert's eyes widened slightly.
Perhaps this was what he needed to do all along: tell the crazy Hungarian so she could hit him on the head like he was crazy.
And by now, he was sure he was pretty dang crazy.
—o—o—o—
Gilbert tapped his foot nervously on the floor, sighed, and glanced up.
Italy, who was stirring a pot of tomato sauce, looked at him.
"Ve~? Gil, are you okay?"
Gilbert nodded.
"Ja, Feli. I'm fine."
"Gil, you're scaring me! You don't sound fine."
Gilbert laughed a little, then looked down at the table again.
Italy pouted and went over to hug him.
"Ve. . . . Gil, please feel better?"
The albino couldn't help but smile.
He hugged Italy back, blushing slightly, and looked at the table again.
Again.
That table was getting all of Gilbert's nervous glares.
Italy smiled and poked Gilbert's shoulder.
"Ve, will you tell me what's bothering you?"
Gilbert sighed and blushed more.
"U-uhm. . . . Italy. . . . I-Ich leibe dich."
Italy looked surprised for a second, then hugged Gilbert again.
"Ti amo, too!"
A smile replaced the nervous expression on the Prussian's face.
"Really, Italy?"
"Si, silly, or I wouldn't have said so. And call me Feli. . . ."
—o—o—o—
Gilbert yawned and opened his eyes to see Feliciano sitting on the couch beside him, grinning.
"Guten morgen, Feliciano."
"Good morning~! Since today is our anniversary, I made pasta!"
Gilbert laughed loudly.
It'd been a year since he'd confessed his love to Feliciano.
Again, like every special event, he'd made pasta.
Even if it wasn't his favorite food, if Feliciano made it, he'd always love it.
But he'd love the brunette more, of course.
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A/N: Soooo… Sucky ending is sucky. Meh. Review, please!