Authors note: Please enjoy a new chapter of my awesome-more-than-prussia friends story! :D
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Appearances are deceptive
Chapter two
I had never really thought about having a liking for opposite sex, actually. I had spent quite a lot of time with Spain and Romano, so it didn't surprise me that nothing attracts me to them. They were like my brothers. Of course, there were some rumors about me and Spain, but they disappeared fast when it had come to the surface that Spain is more interested in his servant. France was constantly flirting with me, which was naturally very awkward since he's my cousin. And even once I thought (oh, how embarrassing…) that I liked my neighbor Germany. He had noticed that and he politely and very officially invited me to dinner, where I realized that I wasn't actually attracted to him. He was really nice person and a great ally, but that was all. I was flushed and I apologized for the expenses associated with dinner and for a vain hope that I was probably giving to him. I also confided my love problems to him. (I said it was embarrassing, right?) Germany sheepishly stammered a few sentences like "It was a lovely evening." and "I actually have a crush on somebody anyway." "A crush on Italy." I thought but I didn't say a word. But still, the dinner was important to me: Germany carefully brought up a question about my different orientation. And I realized he was maybe true.
Even thought I don't remember when the important dinner was taking place (it was during a winter, but which year?), I will never forget when I saw her for the first time and fell in love. It was in beautiful Indian summer, 17th September 1991.
So it began like that: I was just visiting Germany. Spain and France wanted to undertake epic drinking trip through the bars (after all, Prussia was free only a while and they wanted to make up lost time, I suppose). Spain took Romano with him and because I haven't seen them all for a long time, I decided to go as well.
We were slicing a lemon cake (I guess Italy baked it) and discussing our political situations (when two or more nations meet together, political situations are always the popular topic) when, suddenly, the phone rang. We all jumped up, because it was special, red phone only for calls from national bosses or another states. Germany came to the phone, picked it up and after a few seconds he turned to us. "It's Ukraine." He said and continued talking with the phone in Russian. (Because that was the only language he could speak with her – she didn't speak German and neither did he speak Ukrainian) We didn't understand a single word so we all watched Prussia, because we knew he spoke Russian even better than his younger brother. But Gilbert had closed eyes, ears covered up with his hands and face looking like somebody is offering him slugs to eat and pulling all his teeth and he was singing loudly. Germany sighed when he saw him and he gestured that we have to wait a moment. When he hung up, he gently taped his brothers shoulder. When he was sure we all listen to him, he started to explain to us what was going on. Ukraine has declared independence towards her brother at the end of August and she wanted to invite all European states to a little "informal celebration" that was taking place around mid-September in her house somewhere in Zaporozhye. "But it's the one, who is obsessed with her brother to the point she wants to marry him, right?!" exclaimed Romano but he got slapped from Prussia. "You mean Belarus, you idiot. Ukraine is fine, I kind of like her. "Prussia seemed to be okay already. Romano replied angrily. "Oh yeah, but the fact that you have slept with a half of Soviet Union doesn't automatically mean we have to distinguish them to." The remaining members of the bad touch trio had to force back the both furious states immediately to stop the fight. When the situation calmed down, Germany asked us who wanted to join the celebration. All of us but Romano raised their hand. (Me too, how could I know how much it'll change my life!)
I was never a big fan of these trips for alcohol. It usually ended up with a traffic cone on Spains head, France so drunk that he needed to be carried and Prussia was even more self-centered and annoying than usual. So I offered my help to Germany. He gratefully smiled at me. "Thank you, Emma. We have to call and inform all Western Europe." "In that case, I'll make an extra coffee." I said and I went into the kitchen.
