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Almost a date

September 2003

Gilbert was doing this on purpose; Ludwig just knew it. Before the world wars he had often encouraged him to spend time with the energetic blonde nation, saying how much he had always wanted an awesome Kleine Schwester, and that the two of them should just get along. Now, though, after being reunited with his Bruder after decades, he noticed a change… it seemed almost like Gilbert didn't just want a Schwester anymore; no, he wanted a Schwägerin and who better than the energetic, overbearing, and very loud Amelia Jones.

At first he thought it would just be like the last 100 years hadn't happened. Gilbert would invite her over and then drag the two of them off on whatever "adventure" he had concocted. It had started that way and then occasionally something would come up. Austria needed to be brought down a peg, or he had mixed up and made plans with France and Spain for the same day. Slowly the excuses became stranger and stranger; "West! Sorry but Gilbird's chicks have started to hatch! I need to be here to support him." or "Sorry West, my car broke down on the way. NO! KICK THE BALL INTO THE NET! NO!"

This lead up to the present. It was mid Oktoberfest, one of his favorite festivals because unification day always fell during the festivities and his people showed their more jolly nature, laughing and spending time with friends. However, his Bruder, being a moron, just looked at him told him to wait here for his date and walked away!

"Ludwig! I found you! Man this is awesome, your people know how to have a party. Oh and here I got you a beer!" At the well-known sound of Amilea's voice, he turned and instantly felt heat rise to his cheeks. There stood the energetic American wearing a red and white checkered Dirndl with a blue apron holding two beer steins. Damn Gilbert to a fiery inferno…

"Gilbert already sent me a text me that he had to split. It is really horrible about your neighbor's goldfish; it is nice of him to spend the day with them to mourn." She said with a kind but happy smile as she offered one of the steins.

"Danke, and I guess we will just have to make the best of it." He said feeling awkward around the perpetually happy nation. Quickly they set off, Amelia wanting to see everything and Ludwig more than willing to show her his favorite booths and tents, then going on several rides which she claimed to not be afraid of but held onto his hand tight enough to cut off circulation.

By the end of the day, the two were sitting on a bench eating Brezen and Hendl; it could have almost felt like they had gone on a date. Almost…

The one major thing stopping him from associating today with absolutely anything romantic was the shadow that had stalked them all day. He could see him in the bushes off to the right, close enough to monitor but far enough away that Amelia didn't pick up on the person following.

When Amelia looked away into the crowds to watch something she had felt was interesting, Ludwig quickly checked to see if the follower was still there, only to see Matthew lean forward until the street lights caught his glasses and they gleamed menacingly. Then slowly he raised to fingers pointed them at his own eyes and then at Ludwig; not moving until Ludwig had scooted a few inches farther from Amelia. Then he slowly drifted back into the shadows.

Nice and polite were two words Ludwig would never again be able to use to describe the terrifying Canadian whose sister he was sitting next to.

Language translations

Kleine Schwester= Little Sister

Schwägerin = sister-in-law

Bruder = Brother

Danke = thank you (very informal)

Food

Brezen= pretzel

Hendl= roast chicken (my American father always eats this when visiting my grandparents in Germany.)

AN: I love little big brother Canada; but I also like Fem America/Germany so I really wanted to write something like this. Also this is from the same story/ universe as my story Mien Bruder which is much more serious but feel free to check it out, I finally got someone to edit it!