My inspiration for the title came from the song Illusion by VNV Nation. The story 'Handcuffs' for a SvS fanfiction by Decafkitty on Y!Gallery also sort of inspired me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia and it's characters.

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Prussia sat in his room, tapping away at the desk with his pen. He needed to come up with a plan to become a country again. He was fed up with being treated like he wasn't important. So far the only plan that he could form in his head was to flirt with one of the country's and gain their trust and possibly love. Then, ask politely for a piece of their land. If he'd done his job correctly then the country would hand over their land without any further question. After this, he could overthrow them and take over the entire world. The only problem was that he couldn't think of a country that would be stupid enough to fall in love with him and not realize his true intentions. He thought that Italy would be a good target, but he seemed to hung up on his brother and plus, the Southern part hated him. Austria and Hungary were also out of the question, they both had their own "thing" with each other.

He sighed, "Man, this is hurting my awesome brain... who could fall into my trap?" He sat in his chair and thought for a moment before jumping up from his seat and smiling widely, he knew just the country for the job. A while back, during the Berlin Wall, he had kept another country company at his house... Russia. He wrote 'Project Russland' into one of his diaries. By God he was going to be a country again, and the most powerful one at that.

He believed that during his life at Russia's house, he had a bit of an affection for him. It could have been just because he was so lonely, but he could've sworn that it was more than that. He actually seemed to like him. Love him even. Prussia thought it would only be appropriate to play with his heart strings. Russia was the perfect target and was also the largest country. "More land and power for me then," he said aloud to no one in particular but himself. The albino let out a laugh, this would be the best facade ever!

The next day, a world meeting was held. Prussia saw this a a huge opportunity to get closer to his new "love". So, he tagged along with Germany and Italy. When they got there, there wasn't really any place for him to sit. When he was demolished as a country, his chair was taken away. This made him frown a bit, and although Spain and France immediately came over to greet and talk with him, he still felt like they'd forgotten him. He couldn't explain why, he just felt this way. It was a nice gesture, nonetheless.

After he'd spotted a few spare, fold-away chairs, he dragged one over to Russia's spot and sat next to him. It was almost impossible to ignore all the stares that everyone was giving him, his brother included. They all must've thought that he lost his mind. Even if the stares were agonizing, he enjoyed the attention.

Russia looked down on him, he was generally confused. He thought that after Prussia was destroyed he'd never be able to see Gilbert again. Gilbert. This is what everyone had called Prussia since that day. They thought it no longer necessary to call him by the name of his country.

"What are you doing here?" Russia asked him, great curiousity in his voice.

Prussia smirked, time to initiate phase one... flirting. He leaned up and whispered into the Russian's ear, "I actually came here to see you~" Russia's eyes widened, "W-what?!"

Prussia's smirk got stronger, "That's right. I missed you so much... Russland."

Russia sat in his hotel room and thought about the events of that day. Everything seemed like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. He was awake, not asleep. Or at least as awake as a restless country could get.

He ran his fingers through his hair, 'Why was Gilbert doing all of this?'

What he'd said and done made Russia both confused and happy. It was mixed up in his stomach and gave him butterflies, that still had ceased to stop since then. What exactly had happened?

Gilbert had not only sat next to him, but also said that he only came to the meeting to see him because he missed him. Then, he proceeded to give Russia small smiles when he happened to glance at him. His eyes looked seductive and wanting of something, Russia hadn't yet discovered what it was exactly. Did Gilbert love him? He wasn't really good with this sort of thing.

He shook his head and decided to get some sleep, maybe things would become clearer in the morning.

Day two of the meeting, yet another chance for the young albino to get a grasp what he wanted.

Gilbert smiled all the way down to the meeting room, he was pleased to find that he now had a proper chair, he was unpleased that it wasn't next to Russia. Instead, it was next to Germany, where he would've liked it in other circumstances. If he wasn't yearning for power and new land.

He scooted his chair over to his new interest, bringing along his nameplate and placing it right next to Russia's. He smiled when he saw that it said 'Prussia' on it.

He woke up early, just for this purpose. If he did it while people were there then they may start to ask questions. The person who originally set up the chairs may ask a question or two, but Prussia would claim that it was how he found them set. He still wasn't free of the questions that might be asked after yesterday's events. He didn't know how to answer those questions, but he was certain that when the time came, his awesome mind would think of something sensible to tell them.

The next person to come into the room, much to his surprise, was Russia. He straightened his suit and smiled at the man who was slowly approaching. The Russian seemed cautious. He was aware that something was going on. Prussia wasn't acting like himself, that much was obvious. Gilbert took a deep breath, he'd have to put Russia's mind at ease and make him seem more comfortable with accepting Prussia as this new flirty person.

Russia sat next to him and looked accross the room, he arrived early because he couldn't sleep. His thoughts on the situation with Prussia wouldn't come to a halt for his tired mind to rest.

He nodded at the albino, "Good morning."

Prussia nodded back, "Um, Russia."

"Yes?" Russia raised a brow at him, he figured that Gilbert would continue to flirt with him, despite his past actions of being cold and passive toward him.

Prussia's smile was still plastered on his face, "Y'know... I was a little afraid to tell you all of that yesterday..."

Russia's voice caught in his throat as he was about to say something, Prussia? Admit he was afraid? Never! This was not like him at all!

His voice wavered as he delivered his next sentence, "Did- Did you mean everything that you said?"

Prussia inwardly frowned, he was coming onto him, "...Of course I did. I can't believe you pass up my awesome feelings like that!" That was it, add awesome into the sentence and it becomes more believable.

Russia was still wary of everything Prussia was saying. The question that followed just seemed to pour out of his mouth without him even realizing it, "Do you love me, then?"

Gilbert's eyes opened wide, did he really just ask that? He figured the best way to get his land was to not answer truthfully, but lie, "Yes, I do."

The Russian's heart fluttered, this was too much for him to take in all at one time. He liked Prussia since the first few days of having him live at his house. He always thought the Prussian hated him, and he probably did, up until now at least. Or so he thought.

Russia smiled, "I guess I return those feelings," he sighed, "When you first moved in with me, I'll admit that I didn't much like you. But, as time went on, I began to notice how... amazing you were. The way you did things intriged me. You should've been miserable and you probably were, but you never showed it. I liked that. It became my personal goal to break you. I came very close to achieving this, but when I saw your fire dying down. I just... I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. It's what made you who you are, and I realized then that I loved that about you. I realized that I was in love with you. I never knew that you could feel the same about a monster like me... Don't you remember? You called me that. A monster is all I was to you... I just wanted you to love me." His smile deflated with those last few sentences.

Prussia felt something flicker in his heart. Was it sympathy? No, he couldn't feel this for his former captor. He hated Russia and that was why he was doing all of this to him. He would make him think that he loved him, take his land, then overpower him! That's how it would go... He would kill Russia. Gilbert bit the inside of his cheek, he was beginning to have second thoughts. 'No, no way, I'm not some sappy person who simply falls in love with someone. I'm a fucking man! I can deal with this. I've killed many people before! Killing one nation won't hurt.' This is what he told himself, but it still didn't ease his mind at how wrong this was. Killing someone was one thing, but playing with their heart, backstabbing them, and then killing them seemed low. Very, very, low.

Prussia gasped as Russia pulled him into a hug. He hesitated a bit but eventually hugged back. He felt Russia nuzzle into his neck and couldn't help but smile a bit.

His eyes wondered over to the door and, much to his horror, saw everyone standing in the doorway. Some were gaping with mouths wide open, a few were taking pictures, and others just stared. This was the worst possible thing that could've happened at this moment. Now there would definately be questions.