This story is a follow up of my one shot "Quiet Confessions" (Please read first to understand some references made,but it's not necessary :3) I'm not sure how long this particular story will be, kind of just going along with it, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

A week had passed since America's full recovery from his cold. The world summit meetings went on just as normally as they had before. Of course, Prussia was unable to be a representative at any of these due to his nation's dissolution, but he usually hung out in the hallways every now and then, or would even sit in on the meetings just to hear what was going on. It was a particularly hot day in July, just a few days after America's Independence Day. Prussia had smiled to himself that day, reminiscing in memories of training the young nation. It was during these training sessions that Prussia's feelings had begun to grow. But ever since the end of the war, he had not been able to be as close as he truly wanted to be to America. Now, he could only sit back and watch as America and England continued their obvious relationship together.

"Alright, we will discuss the issue in next week's meeting. You're dismissed." Prussia jolted from his daydreaming at the sound of his little brother's booming voice.

"It's about time! I'm starving! C'mon, England!", America sprang up and hooked his arm around England's.

"Ah, you twit, I can easily get up myself!", he responded back with an annoyed look gracing his features.

The two stood and walked out of the room hand in hand. Prussia felt his heart drop to the floor.

"Bruder?" Germany placed his hand on Prussia's shoulder. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Huh? Oh...ja ja...just...awesome...", he responded weakly.

Germany sighed through his nose. He had long known of his brother's feelings, and had long known of how much certain sights bothered him. There was nothing he could do to help him though, except perhaps lend an understanding ear or to offer support and advice.

"Come on bruder...let us return home, maybe have a few glasses of your favorite beer?"

"...okay".

The day ended rather uneventfully. After enjoying a few drinks and watching some television, Prussia decided to update his blog and then hit bed. He stumbled slightly down the stairs. Maybe he had too many drinks? Oh well, if so, the more to help him forget his heartache. He closed his bedroom door behind him and clicked on the light. Prussia's laptop sat already propped open on his desk. He quickly typed in his password and opened the browser.

Today was so awesome. Bruder treated me to some really good beer. The meeting was boring, as usual, but I bet my awesome presence kept it going so smoothly. Though the end of the meeting was unawesome because h...

Prussia halted in his typing. Did America read his blog? Or England? He couldn't remember, but it's better to be safe than sorry. He deleted the last sentence from the paragraph and submitted the entry. Prussia was just about to close the window and log off when...

*PLING*

The sudden loud noise made him jump. "What the...?"

It was a message in the chat box. From...whose username was this?

Prussia examined it carefully. XXBurgerHeroXx? "…"

There was only one person that name could so blatantly belong to. With his heart hammering in his chest, Prussia read the message.

Hey, u sure the meeting was so awsome? I thought it was boring 2day. After all, my heroic self didn't talk at all! How is that awsome,huh? U looked kinda bored 2 lol m I rite?

He sat and stared at the message for a few minutes, trying to stumble through the misspelled words. America, just randomly messaging him? It didn't really make any sense, but he decided to go along with it. Prussia typed in response:

Ja, the meeting was pretty boring. But you have to admit, with my awesome aura, it was so much better! Am I right, or am I right? :D

He sat back and waited. A few minutes later, he saw the reply pop up:

So much bettr? Well...maybe maybe not. But 4 the record,i;m pretty awsome 2!

Prussia couldn't help but laugh to himself. America, as awesome as him? No way! The next hour flew by as the two responded to message after message. Finally, to the point of heads jolted up from nearly nodding off, the two wished each other a good night and logged off. Prussia couldn't help but grin widely as he drifted off to sleep.

The next day passed in a quiet manner. No meetings, no paperwork to be done at that time, just a quiet day at home. Germany had left the house to do some training with Italy and Japan. So it was just him, the dogs, and Gilbird left in the house. The sun was shining brightly, but there was some darker clouds gathering on the horizon. Maybe a storm would move in later that night? It'd give the quiet day a pretty exciting ending, that's for sure.

Around three in the afternoon, Prussia couldn't take it any more. His thoughts kept returning to the online conversation he and America had shared late last night. He had begun to wonder if he was online right now. Prussia darted downstairs and into his room. Yes, he seemed to be online! He quickly typed to him:

Hey you, have you been having a good day?

Prussia waited. And waited. After about ten minutes had gone by, he was beginning to get antsy. Had America forgotten to log off and would not reply until later? Was he mad at Prussia for some reason? Normally, such a thing wouldn't have bothered him, but because it was America, it was really beginning to irk him. Maybe another message to get his attention? Maybe he hadn't heard the message alert? He decided to try again:

Are you even online? Hahah

He added the laugh at the end so that his seriousness wasn't showing through, but Prussia's anxiety was beginning to get the better of him. He decided to run upstairs for a drink. Anything to help calm his nerves. He stomped up from his basement room to grab an ice cold beer from the refrigerator. At that moment, Germany entered through the front door with Italy trailing behind.

"Oi, West! You're home early!"

"Ja, looks like a bad storm is heading in. Japan decided to head home,but Italy..."

The smaller man was clutching tightly to the back of the German's shirt, whimpering slightly at the low rumbling that filled the still air. A slight wind had begun to tug at the trees, whistling eerily through the windows. Lightning flashed through the western skies.

"Hmm,seems so. I'll head downstairs and leave you two alone," Prussia winked at his slowly reddening brother and the oblivious Italy and darted downstairs again. After setting his beer down on the desk next to him, Prussia noticed his blog's tab was flashing, indicating he had received a message. He hurriedly clicked on the tab and opened the chat box. A message met his eyes. It was from America:

I want to talk to u. it's important

Just as Prussia was readying his response in his mind, with his heart pounding against his ribcage, there was an especially loud clap of thunder, and his room was plunged into sudden darkness.

I think that should be a good spot to leave off for a first chapter. I'm sorry if my writing is a little text heavy with details. I'll try to work on that ^^; I'll try to keep updating at least once a week.