Chapter 2
"You have a thing for Kiku!"
"I- I do not!" America stuttered.
"You so do!" Prussia teased.
"I so don't!" The blonde protested.
"Then why did you call him adorable?" Shot back the albino.
"…I am simply stating a fact," mumbled the American after a pause.
"So you think he's adorable then?" Prussia cackled his trademark laugh; "Kesesesese~!"
"Aaaah!" America screamed.
"What?" Cried Prussia, reeling back in shock.
"I think I might have a thing for Kiku!"
"Oh my god man, I know! That's so f*cking adorable!"
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is! Man, you're all blushy and defensive, it's so cute!"
"N-no!"
"Ja! Ja ja ja! It make so much sense dude, cos you're always playing his games and going to his house and stuff!"
"That could totally just be friendship"
"Dude, you have to cross an entire ocean to get to his place."
"So?"
"That's pretty intense dude, I just have to go next door."
Prussia froze, turned slowly towards America, and winced at the goofy grin on the blonde's face.
"Sh*t… Never mind that, I said nothing! La la la…"
"Woah!"
"Nope!"
"What?"
"Nope! Nothing! Nada, zero, zilch!"
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused!"
"Wait a minute!"
"No waiting! No minutes!"
"Much waiting! Many minutes!"
"Okay, fine! What?"
"Is it…" Alfred lost his train of thought, staring goofily into the night.
"What?" Gilbert yelled, snapping the American back to reality.
"Goddammit man, just tell me if my suspicions are true! Who is it?"
"I'm not gonna f*cking tell you!"
"I f*cking told you about Japan!"
Prussia scoffed, the two men suddenly enemies.
"I figured that out on my own!"
It was pretty obvious anyway… he thought to himself.
"Fine! If you don't tell me, then I'm gonna tell Ludwig you're in love with him!" The American smirked, folding his arms.
Gilbert blanched visibly.
"What the f*ck?! He's my bruder!"
"I don't give a f*ck!" The handsome blonde cackled.
"Okay man, fine! Geez…"
Stupid American, always has to get his way…
"Uh, I'm kinda… fond of…"
Alfred silently urged him on with that cheesy grin of his, while Gilbert cringed, whispering;
"The priss…"
The American's bright azure eyes lit up in excitement, and he laughed enthusiastically, clutching his stomach.
"Oh my god, this is perfect!"
"What? Stop laughing! No!"
"Geez, this is amazing!"
"Dude. You're so weird."
Alfred reached out and grabbed the albino's pale cheeks, squeezing and pulling them like a child.
"Gilbert has a crush!" He sang, annoying the Prussian immensely.
"Stop! Don't call me Gilbert!" He whined.
"Giiiiiiilberrrrrrrrt!" The American crowed at the top of his voice.
"Stop!"
"Never!"
"Come on dude," the Prussian begged, gazing plaintively at Alfred.
"Ugh, fine," grumbled the handsome blonde.
"Besides, you're in love with Japan, how is that any different?
"Because he's Japan," the American replied simply, as though that answered everything.
"Well yeah man, and Roddy is Roddy, what's your point?"
"Wait a sec…" a diabolical grin began to grow upon Alfred's face. "Who said anything about love?"
Gilbert froze.
"Nobody. Nobody said that!"
"You just did!"
"No I did not!"
"The evidence is documented!"
"F*ck…"
Alfred cocked his head at the albino, a cheeky smirk on his face. Gilbert sighed in resignation.
"Well, now you know. And you will tell this to nobody!"
"Dude, of course!" The American promised. "So are we gonna go kidnap Kiku or what?"
"Alright then!" Prussia grinned slyly at America; time for a little payback. "Just keep your hands in G rated places dude. Kesesesese!" He laughed his trademark cackle at the affronted look on the American's face.
"F*ck you! You'd better not tell him!"
"I won't dude," promised the albino. "Cos then you'd tell Roddy, and then I'd be f*cked. And not in the good way."
"You never know about that," smirked the American, winking.
"He's celibate dude. Either way, no frickle freckle."
Alfred winced.
"Ouch…"
"Ja," sighed Gilbert, "but it's not really about that I guess."
"Nah. I get you bro. Kiku doesn't even let me hug him."
"I know man, he's so conservative. Greece totally reckons they fricked though."
Alfred blanched.
"I'm shuddering," he groaned, shaking his head in horror.
"Heh heh," Prussia chuckled at the blonde's discomfort. "Greece is pretty insane though, he probably just dreamed it," he said reassuringly.
"That… would not surprise me."
"I dream some crazy sh*t sometimes. Like this one time, I dreamed that Feli actually is a girl and we were like, double fooled. It was messed up."
"Woah man." The American pondered that for a moment. "I dreamed that Romano was nice. That was pretty weird."
"That… is freaky," replied Prussia. He thought for a moment. "He's actually really nice to tourists though. I saw him helping this random lost girl and I was like, 'what?'"
This made Alfred snicker, although he looked a little disturbed.
"Well sociopaths can mimic human emotions…"
"I guess. You know, he is totally fricking Antonio."
"Oh, definitely," the blonde nodded energetically. "Hey, are Feli and Ludwig f*cking?"
The albino recoiled, cringing at the thought.
"I… really don't wanna think about that…"
"I'm pretty sure they are!" Alfred said adamantly.
Gilbert put his head in his hand and groaned.
"Dude, this is my little bro we're talking about. Let's not go there."
"Okay, okay," America relented.
"I mean, imagine if Canada was fricking someone."
"Oh shit!" The American looked towards his friend in horror. "Mattie is gonna be devastated."
"What?"
"He uh, kinda has a huge crush on you. And I mean huge."
AN
I know, I know, that was a terrible place to end it. But this chapter is already nearly one thousand words, and the next chapter is going to be quite a bit longer. So suck it up. Ah, just kidding, I love you all. Don't forget to review!
/AN