A/N. Hi! Heads up, I'll be using human names!
Francis- France
Gilbert- Prussia
Antonio- Spain
Elizabeta- Hungary
Lovi- South Italy
I stared at him. You would think the others would notice. I mean, I, the great and fantastic Alfred F. Jones was being quiet. Quiet Alfred is like, a proxy-moron or something. But, maybe everyone thought I had a hangover. I mean, I did, but hangovers have never stopped me from 'running my mouth' as Iggy says. I was quiet for a whole 'nother reason.
Last Night, France's House.
Yes, I was at a party. No, I didn't hook up with anyone. I was actually with the self-proclaimed 'esteemed host and gentleman', Francis. I was also with Gil and Antonio, too. Antonio was hammered as hell, and Gil's primary task was comforting him. Antonio was going on about 'his little Lovi' growing up.
"But dude, isn't he already, grown up?" I asked. Antonio started crying harder.
"Not helping! What can the awesome Prussia do to help you?" Prussia turned his attention to Antonio. Before he could talk again, France shoved his hands over Gil's mouth.
"Non, mon ami. Is this a trouble of l'amour?" France interjected. Antonio nodded. "Well, I am a biased party! Why don't we ask for the internet's advice?" Antonio simply nodded stoically. France started up his computer- I don't even want to know where he got that back round photo- and went on to some cheesy love quiz website. It was called "Are they your true love? Antonio looked skeptically at the quiz, now only hiccuping. He glared at Francis, and shook his head.
"What if we take it too?" Gilbert asked him quickly. Antonio seemed to warm up to this. Francis selected the multiplayer option, and clicked three. We all looked at him.
"I love everything beautiful, mon amis. I will not take this quiz." I shrugged it off. The questions (or what I can remember of them) were as follows:
Do you know their eye color?
I answered yes, green.
Gilbert answered yes, green. (Francis then started to pester Gil about his 'love' being Hungary.)
Antonio answered yes, green as well. Francis than made a dirty joke about the color green.
"How does their face features decide whether or not I love him?" I slurred, maybe more drunk than I thought.
"It shows what you notice about them, Amérique!" Francis yelled at me. The next question, then.
What about their hair?
I answered blonde. Francis raised an eyebrow, but kept silent for once.
Gilbert answered brown.
"Gilly, you must confess your love for Eliza-" Gilbert punched him in the face. Woah, note to self. Gil is an angry drunk. Or at the very least, touchy.
Antonio answered brown as well.
There were some other, meaningless questions as well, but the ale sort of drowned them out. I do remember one, though. A multiple choice question.
Why aren't you at their door, right now?
I answered forbidden love.
Gilbert answered fear of rejection, jealousy, and fear of losing friendship.
Antonio answered fear of rejection as well, and forbidden love too.
The quiz recommended Gilbert to try to chase after her, and show up the competition. I assume the competition in Gilbert's case would be Austria?
The quiz told Antonio to let the forbidden love die out, and that he wasn't interested. Antonio wailed so loudly it was like an air siren.
And what did it tell me?
To profess my love to him. To be fearless! To be the hero of the relationship.
PRESENT DAY, U.N. MEETING
So that was why I was staring at his face, debating about my future. I should be the hero, right? I'm the hero! Stupid Prussia, he doesn't have to go to these things, so he can avoid Hungary!
But how am I supposed to avoid England?
