I think it's time to make a little progress on these two,don't you think? *grin*
Oh,and a quick note, this part isn't against UsxUK,but since that's not the pairing being aimed for,well,yeah. Well,it seems I tend to update every two days or so. I'll try to keep it that consistent. Please enjoy!
Two weeks had passed and another world council meeting was to be conducted for early morning. Prussia would be sitting in on the meeting today, as some issues related to the German economy. He made sure to get up on time and get dressed properly. After all,it'd be the first time he'd be seeing America in person after...hmm...how long has it been? A good while now. He burst open Germany's bedroom door with a strong kick.
"Guten morgen! Rise and shine bruder!" Prussia threw open the curtains and shook his brother in an effort to wake him.
"S-Stop it,Gilbert! It's...," Germany paused and looked at his clock. "It's 4:17 in the morning. We don't have to be up until 6 o'clock." He pulled his covers away from Italy (who had somehow snuck in again) and covered his head.
"But...but West! C'mon! I wanna go noooooow!"
For a good long minute,Germany just stared at him. When did his older brother ever get up earlier than him? Or actually look forward to the long and arduous meetings?
"Since when have you been so excited for world meetings? Go read a book or watch television or...or something,just let me go back to sleep." Germany buried his face in his pillow.
"...fine..." Prussia stomped downstairs and pouted on the couch for a while before becoming unbearably bored. He found some entertainment in a magazine on the coffee table,but it only lasted maybe twenty minutes at the most. The sun finally began to illuminate the sky after what felt like forever. Prussia ran upstairs and woke Germany (and Italy) at the appropriate time. After a quick breakfast, they piled in the car and headed to the conference building.
The meeting was scheduled to begin at nine o'clock. By the time they arrived, it was about twenty 'til. Most of the nations had shown up,except...where was America? Prussia spotted England, but his cheerful companion was nowhere to be seen. Where was he? A bad feeling began to creep through Prussia's chest.
"Mon ami! Here you are!" France suddenly hugged Prussia from behind. "You didn't answer that text message I sent you that night of the power outage. I was so worried!" He snuggled his face into Prussia's back just between the shoulder blades.
"Not now,Francis."
"Eh? Come again? I couldn't quite-"
"I said...not now," Prussia tried to make his tone seem non-threatening, but assertive as well. France seemed to understand and carefully unwrapped his arms from around Prussia's middle.
"I understand, but if you need anyone to talk to,Spain and I are always here. Au revoir!" With that,France trotted off to mingle amongst the chatting nations. Prussia decided to apologize later when he wasn't so on edge. It was strange...whenever he became worried for America,his mood would always take a downward spiral. What was he so afraid of? It's not like you could truly lose someone who wasn't yours anyway...
"Alright,I think the majority of us are here,let us begin the meeting!,"Germany announced as everyone pulled out their chairs and sat down. Prussia sat down as well, but his eyes were constantly focused on the door. Maybe something happened? His mind went through what seemed like a million different scenarios throughout the whole meeting. Thankfully he didn't need to speak or answer any important questions,otherwise who knows what would have slipped from his mouth.
After about two hours, the meeting was adjourned temporarily for lunch.
"Come on, mi amigo, let us go eat together!" Spain and France approached Prussia, greeting him with warm smiles.
"I...I'm sorry,I'm not feeling especially hungry today...," Prussia placed his head down on the table in an effort to make it seem like he was sick.
"Ah...understood. Would you like us to bring you anything back?," France replied.
"Mmm...maybe just water..."
"V-Very well, we shall return soon." And with that, France and Spain left and headed for the doors.
"He's lovesick," France said when they were safely out of earshot.
"Pardon?"
"Prussia...he is lovesick. He would never turn down the invitation to have a delicious lunch with us, not to mention he wants water instead of beer! Ah, l'amour, how you strike us down with such beauty! And especially to the beautiful ones!" France waved his arms in graceful arcs as he continued to spin a poetic description of love. Spain just drowned him out by thinking of what he could have for lunch.
A long sigh escaped from Prussia's mouth. The table was cool against his cheek, but deep in his chest there was a painful burning.
"I hope...he's okay..."
"Who's okay now?"
Prussia's head flew up at the sound of that voice. America stood in the doorway of the conference room. His eyes were red and slightly swollen, and he was a bit pale, but for the most part,he was looking just fine.
"A-America? Where were you? I was worried sick!"
America blinked in confusion. "Why were you so worried?"
Prussia clapped a hand over his mouth. "Uh...well...you know...being as awesome as I am,you have to worry about everyone and,well...j-just...where were you?"
"I was...crying...in the bathroom. It's not very hero-like to cry in front of everyone, ya know."
Crying?
"England basically said that...our relationship was a big mistake,er...our...romantic relationship. Because...he said I'm not right for him...and then...he broke up with me."
Prussia froze. England...said all that? He really had the gall to say that to someone like America? For some reason,Prussia felt furious.
"Well then,he doesn't deserve you!," Prussia blurted out suddenly, grabbing America by his shoulders. His crystal blue eyes widen in shock and slight fear. "You're so great, and you're totally awesome! And that's a big deal coming from me! So...so..." Prussia trailed off,realizing he may have said just too much. He removed his hands from America's shoulders. "I-I'm sorry...I..."
"Then...who do you think...does deserve me?"
"Huh?" What was America saying now?
"Prussia...who do you think deserves me?"
"Um...I don't..."
"Yes you do." America's face and voice softened. His next statement paralyzed Prussia even further. "I heard you."
Heard me? What does he...? He can't mean that time when he was sick? If...if so...then he knew how I felt about him since then? Even now?
Prussia panicked. "I-I have to go." He turned to bolt for the doors, but America grabbed his wrist with both of his hands.
Oh crap...
"Gilbert..." The use of his human name shocked Prussia into staying. What was going on?
"You've cared for me for a long time...and you've seen me for who I am...not someone from the past or something you can change into what you want them to be. It's been this way for a long time...hasn't it? You actually...love...me."
Prussia didn't know whether to reply or not. Finally he simply nodded.
"You know,might sound weird coming from me,but the thought of being with anyone but England scared me. It scared me more than me declaring my independence. But now...I think I finally see where I need to be."
What did he just say? What's he mean? Prussia couldn't take it anymore. He spun around and asked, "What do you me-"
His words were cut off by America's lips. He was kissing him with such force that Prussia was being pushed against the table. Before he could truly react though, America pulled back, panting slightly.
"I've loved you too for a long time...and just didn't realize it. I'm sorry..."
Prussia was stunned, his face burning. Finally, he'd had what he'd dreamed of for a long, long time. That sensation of America's lips against his own. But it had ended far too soon for him to truly register it. Only one way to fix that. Prussia gently cupped America's face in his hands and brought him towards his face again. This time their kiss was softer, much more gentle and controlled. America leaned into Prussia's frame, pressing his chest against Prussia's. Prussia wrapped his arms behind America's back, bringing him as close as humanly possible to him. They broke their kiss and stared at each other.
"Am-...Alfred...will you be mine,forever?"
America was silent,and then nodded. "Yes,Gilbert."
I'm mean,leaving it off at such a place. But I can't spill all the good stuff yet, can I? Sorry if any of it's a bit too cheesy, remember this is my first time writing a fic like this. Stay tuned!
