As promised, the next chapter of De Katten drinken Bier. Yay! Reviews!
Also, I will be updating Last Cry of the Humans, The Untold Love Story, When in Moscow, and What Happened to Lithuania?
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America politely excused herself from the meeting. Northern Italy followed her shortly thereafter, leaving Germany in the dark of what had just happened.
Northern Italy ended up having to explain everything to Poland.
Which made complete sense, as America tried to let him out of the heavy box with the caught nation hurtling curses at them. The female nation was trying exceedingly hard not laugh. It wasn't funny, not really.
Alright, maybe it actually was hilarious... but Poland looked too angry to see the humor in this. So, the Western nation wisely -and she so totally could be wise- chose to not poke the already prickly European nation by laughing.
And it was nearly killing her. However, she was totally heroic and could handle this with ease. Mostly.
Once he had calmed down, and Northern Italy finished apologizing, Poland needed some clarification as to why America had set a trap.
"She... eh..." Northern Italy glanced at the female nation, "returns his affections. Isn't it grand?"
"So wait," Poland asked skeptically, "America wants to get with Germany?"
The female nation nodded repeatedly.
Northern Italy smiled at her enthusiasm.
"But... he's liked her for like-" Poland paused and thought carefully. "Like a while now."
"Sì," the red-haired nation replied. His excitement grew with the understanding that another nation saw all the signs he had seen from Germany. Who was always so stoic and hard working, that Northern Italy worried for his health.
America seemed as if she were buzzing. Her eyes widened nearly comically, and she was blushing. There was something about her that made the two male nations smile kindly at her response. Her mouth opened slightly, and she sputtered.
"Y-you knew too?" She asked, scarcely believing what she was hearing.
"Well, of course," Poland replied with something close to amusement.
"This is awesome!" America chimed in happily, starting to use her hands as she spoke. "I can just go tell him that I like him too and-"
"No" Northern Italy said, firmly but gently. "You have to let Germany come to you."
"But you said to avoid misunderstandings," the female nation argued logically.
Both male nations frowned at her statement.
"Just come out and say it? Really? That is like... totally lame, America," Poland commented with a sneer to his words. Honestly, she was just going to bluntly tell Germany she liked him? A man loved first with his eyes, and a woman with her ears. Not the other way around. Being direct like that, would end in disaster. Plus, it wouldn't make for good gossip later.
Poland was not entirely altruistic in this.
Northern Italy nodded at the blonde male's words. He wanted Germany to have a love story that lasted the ages. His friend and staunch ally deserved that much at the very least. And, Germany respected America. His normally intimidating friend would even smile slightly at some of the star-spangled nation's antics. So, in Northern Italy's mind, they were going to make a most lovely couple.
He could almost see it now.
Northern Italy could see Germany's gruff nature being tempered by America's childish enjoyment of the world around her. The red-haired nation nearly grew starry eyed at the thought of the first world meeting with them together.
He just had to keep America from acting the way of her Hollywood movies, which always featured overly large displays of affection. Such short lived passions. Northern Italy knew he
America, simply did not understand. What was the big deal with just telling Germany? But, then again, a lot of Europeans said she was too abrasive and she really wanted to at least make it to the first date with Germany.
"So... you thought being straight forward was trapping a nation under a box?" Poland asked, clearly in disbelief as he pieced together the full extent of America's 'plan'.
She grinned sheepishly. "Well, Belarus-"
"Say no more," Poland replied holding up a hand to stop her. "Why are you letting her listen to Belarus?"
His question was directed at Northern Italy. The red-haired nation's eyes widened comically.
"I didn't let her speak with Belarus," Northern Italy denied quickly.
America glanced between them.
"Uh... guys? I'm still here." She said, trying to be helpful and not irritated that they were talking about her. Not to her. And, what the hell did Poland mean by 'let her'? She could do whatever she wanted! She was an independent nation.
The male nations glanced at her. Poland's sour expression melted into one of slight embarrassment. He genuinely felt for America's plight. She was such an innocent nation, and that much was obvious by her peculiar taste in men.
After all, she liked Germany.
He almost wanted to help her. America was listening to the advice of Belarus, and Russia had been escaping that woman for centuries. Then again, weren't there American cartoons about capturing people with boxes?
A box. Really? He was more upset that it had actually worked. How had he failed to notice it?
"My apologies America," Northern Italy chirped sweetly. His green eyes were reflecting his sincerity. America grinned back at him.
"No worries dude," she said with a friendly tone in her words.
"Now, we will go back and when you sit with the Netherlands-"
"The Netherlands?" Poland asked with his curiosity sparked. "Good choice."
Northern Italy smiled at Poland warmly. "I know, thank you!"
America looked lost at the exchange.
"But seriously, you do not have to make it complicated," Poland with a knowing gleam in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" The female nation asked pointedly, clearly interested in what the blonde male had to say.
"The way to a man's heart is... like.. . through his stomach. Or something..." He waved his hand dismissively.
"I thought it was through his rib cage?" America half-stated and half-asked with a thoughtful expression.
Poland groaned and pushed his hair back with a determined look on his face. "Innocence plays in the background of ignorance," he muttered to himself.
"What?"
Poland rolled his eyes.
"America... focus," he scolded gently.
"I am focusing!" The star-spangled nation shot back as she put her hands in the air in exasperation. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. See?"
Poland stared at her as his brows furrowed at her outburst.
"Swój ciagnie do swojego." He said as he glanced between America and Northern Italy with misgivings as the pair stared at him with equal expressions of confusion.
"Germany utterly deserves you," he quipped.
America beamed at him. "Aw. Thank you!" She said happily as she wrapped him up in a hug. "You are the sweetest thing."
Poland blushed and narrowed his eyes, but there was no anger in the gesture. If anything he looked slightly flattered by the compliment. Because America meant it obviously even though she was oblivious to the fact he had been trying to insult her.
Now, he felt oddly compelled to continue to try and help her.
"Yes," He said quickly, nicely shoving the larger nation off of him. "Now, as I was saying. Like..."
"The way to a man's heart-"
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." Poland declared informatively.
America nodded, she was nearly enraptured by his words. She really wanted to date Germany, but Northern Italy said to let Germany come to her. Belarus said to try and trap him... sort of... she forgot what Belarus actually said. However, Northern Italy was adamant that she not use any more rope.
Done and done!
Her blue eyes sparkled behind Texas as she watched Poland the way most young people would watch a highly respected mentor.
A stray thought struck her, and America tilted her head. She almost looked similar to a puppy that wasn't quite grasping the concept. Nantucket shifted to the side, following the angle of her head.
"So... you want me to eviscerate him?" She asked with confusion and frightening sincere curiosity.
Poland slapped a hand to his face, and drug it down as he glowered at her. Northern Italy quickly interrupted where this train wreck of a conversation was going.
"No! America, no. Eviscerating is not romantic! It's horrible. " Northern Italy said pulling at America's arm. "We are trying to get you and Germany together. Not make him into sausage."
"Ew... like... so wrong," Poland said as he wrinkled his nose in distaste.
America blinked down at Northern Italy. "I'm gonna have to go with Poland on that one."
"Bu-but-" The red-haired nation tried to explain himself
"I'm really growing concerned about you Italy," America said solemnly as she exchanged a look with Poland.
The blonde male nation nodded. His demeanor changed to one of polite interest. "Do you like... have a mental instability?"
Northern Italy flushed to the roots of his hair as he covered his face. Horrified by how this had turned on him.
"America," Poland said seriously, "Co po trzezwemu mysli, to po pijanemu powie"
Her clueless face told him she had no idea what he was talking about.
"What one thinks when sober, one says when drunk."He translated grudgingly.
The star-spangled nation still looked confused. Poland sighed heavily and washed his hands of the whole thing. At least, until something actually started happening that was worth his time.
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The next day, America was rearing to try some more advice.
America pinched her cheeks, to add some more color to them. She took a deep breath and psyched herself up one more time.
She could do this.
A way to a man's heart was through his stomach...
And she was supposed to get him drunk. At least, that is what Poland had implied. See? She paid attention when people spoke.
The blonde female nation smiled happily. She could get Germany a little drunk. Then he was supposed to... say something? She wasn't really sure what the next step of the plan was. Northern Italy had told her to stick with the Netherlands.
Which she had done, earlier this morning. However, Germany had been avoiding her while she was around the other European nation. America didn't think Northern Italy's plan was working, but he assured her it was.
However, she didn't see the harm in following Poland's advice. He was a guy too, like Germany. Maybe that is where she had gone wrong with Belarus.
She had snuck out from the watchful eyes of the other nations and circled back to her car to get a brown paper bag. America was nervous. She'd spent the better part of yesterday making this dessert, and she really hoped that Germany would like it.
His people called it some funky, strange name, but they ate them. At least that is what Wikipedia told her. It seemed like a legitimate source. The female nation wandered back toward the meeting hall. She knew from past meetings that Germany always stayed late to tidy up.
He was totally cool to do that. America hated having to do it when she hosted the U.N.
The star-spangled nation straightened her posture, and repeated her national anthem in her head -for good luck-.
She cleared her throat when she caught sight of him, shuffling papers together at a desk on the far side of the room.
"Germany!" She called out loudly, her excitement refusing to be confined to the fast beating of her heart.
He jumped slightly at the volume. The male nation turned, his blue eyes locked with hers, and the corners of his mouth shifted upward before returning to a stoic mask.
"Ja?"
"I made something for you." America said honestly, nearly stampeding over to the taller nation. She gave a light laugh and held the bag out for Germany to take.
He flushed, truing red on his cheeks, and he cleared his throat.
"Ah, how... thoughtful of you," he said with a bit of gruffness to his voice.
America watched, barely keeping from shouting happily, when he took the bag and peered inside it. HIs nose wrinkled slightly at the strong scent of alcohol that wafted out of the bag.
"Thank you," he said after a moment. "But, what is it?"
"Rum balls!" She told him with a large smile. "With extra rum! Try one."
Germany could only blink at her, clearly unable to understand why she would randomly make him rum balls. America's expression remained hopefully expectant.
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Translations:
Swój ciagnie do swojego- Like attracts like.
