Alfred walked down the cobblestone street, his mind racing with what he was about to do. He had solidified his resolve, and had practiced in the mirror numerous times to say what he had to say. And today, He was finally going to do it.

He was going to tell Gilbert that he loved him.

After 236 years, give or take, he still carried the same feelings that he had always carried for the older nation. He had felt this way ever since his revolution, when gilbert helped him to rebel against Britain. The dissolution was a sore point between the two, but Prussia had forgiven him because of the fact that America had helped him become a micro-nation. He really wants to be more than friends with him.