A/N: Two stories in one day! (Even if the other one was just a list… XD) Oh my gosh, I ship America/Austria so hard, you don't even know. XD Also, the 'you' in this story is Austria, in case you couldn't tell. I based this off a story a read a long time ago, so this isn't really a style of writing I'm comfortable with. Sorry if it sucks! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own America or Austria. But it would be awesome if I did.

Sometimes you wished America was different. You knew if he had been your colony you would have raised him properly, so that now he would be a gentleman instead of a loud, obnoxious, clumsy hooligan. But then you remembered the tears England shed when America left him, and you forced yourself not to think about it anymore. Because you never wanted colonies; even if you did you know you're not strong enough, not commanding enough, to control anyone, even yourself. Maybe that was why you couldn't seem to stop your heart from skipping a beat whenever America looked at you.

(You know you could stop it, really, but you like it too much to try)

You weren't sure when you started noticing little things about him, like how he always folded the wrapper from his hamburger into a tiny little square before he threw it away, or how his eyes lit up when he laughed. But you liked watching him, and sometimes you wondered if anyone else noticed those things about him. Sometimes you also wondered if he noticed the little things about you. Not that it mattered; you didn't do any little things that were worth noticing.

(But it does matter to you, because you want him to think you're worth noticing)

The first time you caught him staring at you, you blushed and looked down. When you looked up again, he was talking to England as if he hadn't even noticed you. And you wondered if maybe he hadn't really been looking at you. Maybe he had been looking out the window behind you. Except there wasn't a window behind you, only a wall with a picture of a flower on it, and you absentmindedly wondered why America would find a flower so interesting.

(Deep down, you know he was looking at you)

When you saw him kissing England after a world meeting, you turned around and walked away, trying to tell yourself you were only leaving because they deserved some privacy. But you knew that, really, it had to be more than that, because when you ran into France you didn't even say sorry, you just kept walking. You didn't know why your heart feels shattered, or why, as soon as you reached the now-empty conference room, tears filled your eyes. But when Prussia seemingly materialized and held you, you let yourself cry on his shoulder.

(But really, you know exactly why you're crying)

You didn't like thinking about America anymore, so you did all you could to distance yourself from him. At world meetings, you refused to sit across from him anymore. In fact, you sat all the way down at the other end of the table, so that when you're taking notes your gaze wouldn't accidentally wander over to him. You didn't walk past the sandwich shop near your house anymore, because they started selling hamburgers a week ago. And when Prussia asked you out, you said yes even though it broke your heart into pieces when you did so. But you couldn't help noticing that America didn't leave meetings with England anymore.

(And you can't help the rush of satisfaction you feel when you notice that)

When America showed up on your doorstep wanting to see a movie, you should have refused. But you didn't, because Prussia was out with France and Spain and you know it would have killed you inside to say no. And when you took America to the theater, you shouldn't have been at all surprised that he didn't care that all the offered movies were in German. But you were, because he should have cared. If it had just been about seeing a movie, he would have cared. But he didn't.

(You wonder if maybe that means that this isn't about the movie at all)

The next time he showed up at your door, he brought flowers. And you couldn't just turn him away after you accepted the flowers, because you're a gentleman. So instead you ended up watching him play Prussia's video games until midnight because Prussia wasn't home again and you didn't think he would care even if he was.

(But really, you know you wouldn't have turned America away even if it did make Prussia angry)

When he invited you to his birthday party, you should've said no. You should've known that Prussia and France and most of the world would be there. So you don't know why you expected special treatment. Technically, you did get special treatment-from Prussia. He kissed you and held you and danced with you, but you couldn't help feeling like you wanted to escape.

(And you know you saw hurt on America's face when Prussia dragged you to the car)

It shouldn't have hurt when Prussia broke up with you. You didn't even love him; Russia did. But still, you couldn't help crying when he leaves, because it was just one more constant in your life that wasn't constant anymore. Prussia left three days before the world meeting, so you didn't bother composing yourself enough to go. It was held in America that year anyway, and the last thing you needed was to talk to America. Instead, you stayed home and played the piano.

And you should have been surprised when America showed up, but you weren't. You just told him to leave as calmly as you could before continuing to play. Not that you really cared when he ignored you and sat on the couch instead. And when you finished playing, you didn't even mind when America picked you up, set you on the piano so he wouldn't have to bend down, and kissed you. Afterward, you tell yourself you didn't care, just as long as he never did it again.

(Of course that was a lie)

After that, your relationship with him changed. He was suddenly clingy; he never left your side. You felt a need to show everyone he was yours, but instead he managed to turn it around and show everyone you were his. Honestly, you didn't mind. You liked that he always kissed you fiercely before he walked away to talk to other countries at world meetings. You liked it when he would tease you in public, though when he did you always blushed and frowned and told him how inappropriate it was. You liked that when you pulled back first he always made little whimpering noises and pouted at you. You liked that no matter how many times you looked at him, you never got tired of seeing him.

(But really, you loved him)

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! :D