Title: Let's Try Love
Author: feshnie
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eventual PruEng, GerIta, hints of SpaMano, one-sided PruIta, one-sided USUK
Summary: Prussia wants to see everyone's reaction when he announces he's in a relationship with England. England thinks it's all a game but Prussia has other ideas.
Warnings: Slash; cursing; fast-paced; major OOC. Rating may go up depending on how this goes
Disclaimer: Do not own. Have not owned anything. Will never own anything. Period.
A/N: Sorry it took some time! Hope you enjoy this one~
Chapter 4: Planning Time
When England opened the door that late evening, he was half expecting it to be America who had called in earlier after the meeting and accused him of kidnapping his Nintendo DS Lite – or whatever version it was – when in reality, England had offered to tuck his game console in his briefcase while America tackled with his newest world problem solving blueprints and the meeting papers as well as his own 'aho-hero doodles' – as Japan had called it during one particular stressing world meeting a couple of years ago. England had even reminded the man that his console was with him when they had bumped into each other in the elevator after lunch break but between Alfred digging into his burger and France trying to accidentallygrope him, the reminder barely got enough attention to seem important.
A very righteous and long lecture was on the tip of his tongue when he had tugged open the heavy hotel door, ready to give his once-colony a bit of his mind.
Only to come face to face with a bouquet of roses. England felt a strange sense of déjà vu approaching. This time, however, the flowers did not attack him.
"P-Prussia?" he asked, hesitantly. Slowly, the flowers shifted to the left, revealing the albino's tilted head grinning happily at him. "What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm visiting you," Prussia said happily, bringing the roses down and handing them to a startled England. "And I was thinking…"
The blond didn't realize he was holding his breath at that moment as he watched, transfixed, when the other leaned closer and placed a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth. The contact of chill lips on his skin broke him out of his reverie and he harshly pushed the other away.
"What do you think you're doing?" England all but screamed, his face growing incredibly red, brandishing the bouquet as if it was a weapon to defend himself and harshly rubbing the spot he had been kissed with his other hand. "Coming unannounced! At such a late hour no less! Have you no decency for other people's private life? And doing preposterous and uncalled for actions! What the bloody hell were you thinking?"
Prussia was alarmed by this reaction but it didn't deter him from tackling the other into the hotel room and practically slamming him against the wall next to the door. Rose petals flew everywhere and finally settled on the ground along with the damaged bouquet that had unraveled slightly from the sudden swinging and impact on the wall next to England. The door slipped close and the automatic lock gave a light click before everything fell into silence; save for the Englishman's heavy breathing and the light hum of the air-conditioning.
"It's called a kiss, England," Prussia said after a while, with an amused smirk on his face, leaning close. "I thought you of all people would realize this."
England scowled before roughly pushing the man away. "I demand that you explain your actions!"
"Stop being so uptight!" Prussia pulled away, all the while laughing, as if him kissing and barging into the Englishman's room was nothing out of the ordinary. "I've come to get reminded about our battle plan tomorrow."
"B-Battle?" England asked, a bit unsure, the flush slowly leaving his face now that Prussia had granted him his personal space again. "Oh! You must mean that falling in love plan…"
"Yeah. So what was tomorrow's plan again? I hope this time I get more action," Prussia said with an annoyed huff, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall opposite of England. "I actually searched for praising phrases from a dating book just to woo you today. West even caught me reading it but you totally broke my heart when you ran away like that before I could even put it to practice, y'know."
For some reason, England felt his chest tighten at those words.
"You don't have to try so hard," he mumbled in reply, looking at his feet before pushing away from the wall and slowly walking deeper into his hotel room.
Prussia let his eyes follow the back of England's head until he saw the other take a seat on his bed. He followed soon after, flopping down on the soft mattress on the right of England. They sat in silence, each consumed in their own thoughts before finally, the ex-nation spoke.
"I quite like this falling in love thing we're doing," he admitted softly, a touch of humour in his voice.
"What we're doing isn't real," England bit back harshly; Harsher than he had meant. He turned away from the albino, the hands in his lap balled into fists. "It's just temporary. Don't get used to it, you idiot."
"What if I do?"
The blond stiffened but, seconds later, he gritted out a reply, "You're a bloody idiot."
"Who's the idiot here? Don't be so stiff and just enjoy what we're doing," Prussia said with a laugh. "I definitely am. So stop being all moody and tell me what I gotta do tomorrow. I don't want you flipping out on me again."
England finally turned towards the other, his face full of incredulousness before he let out a heavy sigh. "Very well. I don't understand you at all."
To show his full concentration, Prussia turned his body towards the other, swinging his left leg onto the bed and letting his foot dangle off the edge. England looked at it in distaste, hoping no dirt would mar the blankets he'll be sleeping under tonight. When he looked up, red eyes were staring into his and he tried not to notice the soft look they were sending him as if… as if…
"Well, I'm waiting," Prussia said, a hint of smile on his lips. England looked down before tilting his head slightly to look at the wall ahead of him, not daring himself to stare into those tempting irises. They were giving him weird feelings.
"Tomorrow…" he began to say but felt a lump in his throat that he had to swallow down. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Tomorrow, I'll succumb to you. S-since we're going through with this in a fast pace, I don't see why I should beat around the bush."
"We're gonna have sex already?" Prussia asked, bewildered. There was a small painful crick when England's head whipped to glare at him.
"OF COURSE NOT!" bellowed the island nation. The albino only nodded uncertainly, leaning away in fear of England committing bodily harm on him. "What I meant was going out for lunch or dinner. I – I will dine with you…but only if you ask!"
"Oh, you mean like a date?"
"If you must call it that, then I will leave that decision to you."
"At a restaurant?"
"I will not accept fast food restaurants. As long as they have tea, all will be well…and it would be nice if it has a nice view…but I won't be too picky about that. Also, no French restaurants! I will most definitely not step into it and make sure you regret it for a thousand years!"
"Sheesh. You sure have a lot of expectations. Don't tell me you're expecting gifts as well."
England stiffened and pouted slightly. "You need not bother. I'm not some kind of girl."
"Heh heh~ Will I get to kiss you?"
The expression and flush on England's face was, without a doubt, priceless. Prussia wished he had brought his digital camera with him to record this moment for eternity but he told himself to stop regretting and to just imprint the memory in his mind. He took a moment of hesitance before he leaned forward and captured the Englishman's lips in an actual kiss. The little whine that England emitted when Prussia quickly deepened the kiss was music to his ears.
…
Surprisingly, it rained that early morning and Germany had woken up to find that Italy had somehow managed to get in bed with him. His suspicion that the smaller man could pick locks – even automatic ones – increased but he decided he'd ask the other at a later time. A glance to the clock on the bedside showed that there was still about 5 hours until the meeting started. His alarm was set in 2 hours but he could relax more if he started going through some of his paperwork now.
Germany allowed himself a full 2 minutes to stare at his lover and caress the other before he was climbing out of bed and putting on his pants. As silent as he can manage – not that Italy would wake up even if a bomb exploded next door – he walked over to TV area of the room.
Upon rounding the sofa set, he saw his brother sprawled, dead to the world, with the dating book open on his face. One of his arms dangled off the side of the couch and his feet rested on the armrest, still with their shoes on. Germany resisted his loud sigh before he grabbed a blanket that he had brought – for he is always prepared in case an Italian or Prussian lacked a blanket – and covered his brother with it.
The light action somehow brought the older man forth from his slumber and he blearily stirred before plucking the book off his face.
"Whozzeir? He asked drowsily.
"Bruder, sleep properly," Germany said with a small sigh, sitting down on a single sofa and pulling up his briefcase to start doing his work.
"Wha-? Is it morning already? What time is it?" Prussia asked, panicky. The book was tossed onto the coffee table and the blanket was flung aside as the ex-nation got up from his makeshift bed. "Mein Gott! Is it late? I haven't planned shit yet!"
"Bruder! Calm down!" Germany shouted, growing annoyed at the older man rushing about the room to find a clock. Prussia stilled in his track and unhanded the underwear he was taking out from the blond's luggage. A low whine from the bed made him clamp a hand over his mouth before he spoke again, his voice lower this time. "It is just past 6. It's still early."
"Oh…" Prussia said, relaxing before he glanced at the bed "Oh-!" A devious grin grew on his face before he abandoned the luggage bag – that he had thought contained a clock (gott knows what things Germany carries in them) – and lunged onto the bed, immediately crawling on top of the sleeping Italian.
"B-bruder! What do you think you're doing?" Germany hissed, all thoughts about getting some work done flying from his mind as he stood up and was by the bed in a flash. "Get off him!"
"Aww~ You're so cute, Ita-chan!" Prussia cooed, rubbing his cheek with the Italian's. Italy only emitted a small happy sigh before he settled back into his sleep. "When I found him pawing outside the door last night, I just had to let him in. Now you must thank me, West."
Germany couldn't help the image of a pouting Italian with cat ears and tail outside his door, tearing up and calling his name to open the door. His face was a bright pink in an instance. Prussia, busy with admiring the softness of his captive's cheeks, failed to notice his sibling's flushed look. "I – In any case, bruder, stop harassing him in his sleep!"
Prussia leaned back on all four before he turned his head to his brother, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. "Jealous, West?"
"Nonsense. I just don't want you to wake him up," the blond answered, folding his arms. Prussia's eyebrow seemed to rise as he gave an incredulous look at the other. "I won't be able to get any job done."
"Not because you'll be too busy staring at his ass of course," the other teased, wiggling his own in the air. Germany buried his face in a palm and shook his head.
"Bruder… Get off of Italy. Don't you have anything better to do?"
Prussia was going to reply before a thought occurred to him and he took on a panicked look while scrambling to get off the bed. Italy gave a small whine when the other's knee bumped into his thigh but settled back to slumber almost immediately, to Germany's utmost relief.
"I've gotta plan today's strategy!" Prussia all but screamed, scrambling for the dating book and his things. Several times, he nearly tripped over absolutely nothing and created a complete ruckus in their hotel room, which Germany was nearly surprised to discover was still not enough to wake the Italian up. Nearly. Once the albino had cleaned his face, combed back his hair and dressed himself in a clean shirt did the flurry of movements stop. The younger blonde shifted on his feet as he watched his brother slipping into his boots.
"Bruder," Germany finally found his voice, stopping the ex-nation in his tracks. Prussia slowly looked up at him, noting his troubled look, before folding his arms.
"There's no talking me out of getting England to be mine if that's what –"
"It isn't," the blue-eyed man cut in, sitting down on the sofa's armrest. He placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his hand together. Prussia could tell that his brother was arranging his words in his head but he waited for the man to talk. It didn't take long before Germany was sitting straight and licking his lips. "If you're serious about this, I just want you to know you have my support. I hope this time, it's not just a tempora –"
"It's not!" Prussia barked, too harshly than he had intended. He turned around and shrugged into his jacket before grabbing the dating book and darting for the door. His hand gripped the door handle when he stopped and gritted out, "It's my time to find my happiness."
With that, he was out the door, his face set in a scowl.
"Bruder!" Germany called out from the room door. The albino wanted to keep going but something in him made him stop and turn to his younger brother. The taller German held out a card that he realized, a second later, was the room key. "You nearly forgot this. You won't be able to get into the room without one."
Prussia flushed a bit before he stomped over to his younger brother and snatched the cardkey. He mumbled a 'thanks', avoiding Germany's amused eyes.
"Good luck, bruder," the blond said in a low voice, enough for it to be heard by him. Prussia looked up and kept his stare a little longer, as if assessing the other's sincerity.
"Yeah. Thanks," he mumbled, berating himself a while later for how weak it sounded, as he once again made his way down the hallway. He could practically feel his brother's blue eyes on his receding back but he didn't even look back once; not even when he rounded the corner.
A/N: Sorry I cut short on the scene in England's room but more about that in the next chapter. Please tell, me what you think. I really appreciate it.
