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FYI: This story jumps back and forth from the past and present. I won't be putting exact dates in but you guys can tell the time based on what is written.

I do not owns APH :(

Chapter 2

"Hey Arthur, why do I have to go to this meeting?" You fumed, dragging your feet behind him as you both walked along a really posh hallway. "They're so boring! Can't I just stay in the room and sleep longer and maybe set off a few fire crackers with Hong Kong…."

"Absolutely not, Layla! If you want to run your own country, you have to get used to attending these kind of meetings." He retorted. "And I thought I confiscated all of his firecrackers." He looked at you suspiciously. You simply looked away.

Arthur was helping you adjust to your new country. Though your country was established many years ago, it was still underdeveloped, you needed someone to help build it. He had adopted you from China and let you stay in one of his colonies. He always wanted you to be close to him so that, in his words, "You won't be like that ungrateful Alfred."

"How the heck am I going to raise that amount of money, I'm broke too!"

"I don't know and I don't care! You can sell cuckoo clocks or whatever, all that matters is that you settle your debt with Big Brother Francis!"

The meeting wasn't as bad as you had thought. It was even worst. It wasn't even a meeting! Here and there, personified countries argued with each other. Arthur wanted you to get used to this?

At the corner of your eye, you see that Arthur is distracted. He was arguing with some guy with a hairpin shaped like a crucifix. This was a fantastic chance to sneak out of this stuffy room.

Arthur may pride himself by saying he was the best spy in the world but right now, you were the best spy in this room. You got down to your hands and knees and started crawling towards the exit.

Nearing the exit, you increased your pace until –-

*OUCH!*

You bumped your head on something.

No, not something, someone.

You looked up and saw a pair of crimson eyes looking back at you.

"What am I doing here?" You yelled at him, "This is my fucking room. You have some way of thanking your saviour."

"Chill out," he muttered as he massaged his aching head. You being so loud at this ungodly hour in the morning not helping at all. "Why are you so m—," He was cut off as you continued your angry rant. It was clear that you had been saving your anger for this very moment.

"I came to Germany for business, asshole. My boss wanted to make a contract with the officials here and sent me to do it, even after my protest! When I got off the plane, I decided to visit an official who so happened to be frequent the same bar you were apparently having a drinking game in. Why am I so mad? Why am I so mad? Of all the bars in Germany and I had to enter the bar you were in! After 2 years of not seeing your fucking face, you are dumped on me on my first day here? I should've let the bartender shoot you and be done with it. And I had to sleep on the couch because of you!" You finished, panting slightly. This German irritated you to no end.

"Well if you hate me so much then why am I here?"

"You followed me here, bastard."

"Why the fuck would I do that, bitch! You probably lured me here under the pretense of s-"

*SMACK!*

You had just slapped the cocky bastard with all your strength. You saw the grin on his face, you knew what he was going to say.

Gilbert placed a hand on his aching cheek. Damn, you were firey when you were mad. He didn't even see you coming towards him. He looked at you, hand still poised for another smack. Your cheeks slightly flushed. This was fun.

He was about to repeat what he was saying when you swiftly turned around and started walking out of the room.

"I called Ludwig, he said he would pick you up during his lunch break. That's in 4 hours' time but I want you gone now, I've got paperwork to do." You said to him as you walked to the other room. Quick as a flash, though it aggravated his headache, he jumped off the bed and followed you. Again, you noted.

"Well then, why don't you let the Awesome Me keep you company while we wait for dear Luddy."

"I don't want you around me, Prussia. You make me sick!" You said harshly without turning around.

It was unfortunate that you didn't, if you had you would have seen the sudden transformation of Gilbert's face, one second he wore his usual cocky grin then at the next, it was replaced with one of pure shock as you made your way to a desk in the corner and started working. You didn't see it morph to a pained look as well.

It wasn't your tone that made him speechless, it wasn't even what you said; it was what you had called him.

Prussia.

Like you don't know his most intimate secrets.

Like you never wanted him close to you.

Like you never said you love him.

Like you never loved him.

"Fine. I'll leave you alone."

A/N In my headcannon, countries have their country name and human name. Calling a country by their human name means that you know them personally