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It started with an attack on Latvia. A cyber attack to be precise. The young nation had not anticipated losing so much valuable information in such a short time frame.
Accusations were quick to run rampant between the nations. Several nations were convinced that it had to be one person in particular.
Somehow, during the rounds of cheap shots and insults, America's name was placed in the line of fire.
Prussia watched it all with half-lidded eyes. His face perfectly stoic as Latvia insinuated that the hackers had to have been organized. From a government even.
"I don't think that a government got involved in this," America pointed out, "I mean, come on dude. That would be stupid."
Perhaps it was her choice of words, but other nations seemed to latch onto her way of thinking.
"America, did you do this?" England asked all too casually.
America looked at him, scandalized. "What? No, of course not."
"It would make sense," Latvia mumbled to himself, not really thinking about the ramifications of his words. "They would have had to have access to the needed resources, and there were indications that it came from a western country."
Several eyes swiveled toward her.
"I'm not the only freaking country in the west," she said, slowly losing her calm. Prussia could tell that America knew where this was going.
"You certainly are the most impertinent though," a nation muttered somewhere in the back.
America glared, not able to quite place where the voice had come from.
Latvia was staring at her, his eyes calculating.
"What could you have gained from this though?"
"Nothing," America snarled her blue eyes staring into his, "because I didn't do it."
However, the seed of doubt had been firmly planted. Watered and cared for through decades of deteriorating political connections.
The European nations looked ill-at ease. The harsh stares told a wealth of information that Prussia greedily memorized. They feared that America would go power mad and try to steal information from other countries. It happened all the time. Every country had its spies, and no one was innocent of this.
Not even Prussia. His were currently off doing his bidding, and that was all he needed to concern himself with at the moment.
"If something happened, perhaps it would be best just to air it out in the open," Japan suggested to her quietly.
"No," America retorted, "because nothing happened. Because I didn't do anything."
"Someone in your country then?"
"Oh yeah, because all of the world's problems come from The United States."
Several murmurs of agreement had her seeing red.
"I'm innocent." America reiterated staunchly.
Prussia could see from the sea of countries, that no one was believing her.
How interesting.
"It could have been anyone else," America tried to point out.
Russia quickly became involved.
Prussia watched with well-veiled amusement as the larger nation, his former tormentor, smiled angrily.
"America, if you know something, I demand you speak now."
"I don't know anything," she stated again. Her agitation was mounting. "What part of that aren't you getting?"
"America, please," Latvia pleaded quietly. "Return the information. It does not need to get hostile."
"I did not do this!" She said, louder this time, her blue eyes bored into the male nation. "I had nothing to do with this. Why won't you believe me?"
"Because you've been so very forthcoming in the past," China snaked from the sidelines.
America's eyes searched the room, not finding a single nation standing in her defense. Not one.
The blonde nation glared at them in silent fury. Her shoulders shook and she was just inches away from punching someone or something, Prussia could tell.
Ah, so it was time to step in then. He adjusted his suit jacket and stood.
"I believe America," he said with dignity and poise.
Several sets of eyes narrowed in on him. Oh, they were going to make him blush with all this attention. It might go straight to his head. Prussia bit back a smirk of sarcastic delight.
"I do not think you are precisely considered an objective speaker in this," England reminded him with feigned manners.
The albino nation smiled congenially then. "And, you believe Russia fits such a description?"
"Despite what you are implying," The shorter nation replied with an arch of his larger brow. "America's attack on latvia-"
"I didn't do it!" America shouted again, flushing with anger. "Why the hell won't you people believe me?"
"All the evidence points to you," North Korea provoked tauntingly.
"What evidence?" She bit back angrily.
"Latvia has it. We all know how devious you are America. I would not be surprised if you did it for personal enjoyment." North Korea goaded.
"Shut your mouth! Let's not forget that you hacked into Sony," she snarled as she pointed a finger at the sneering nation.
"She is clearly trying to distract everyone from her obvious aggressive move against Latvia," North Korea said with a sniff.
"I'm not trying anything, because I didn't fucking do anything!" America thundered.
"Such language," France tutted. "You are supposed to be a lady America."
Her blue eyes landed on the other country who was playing idly with his pen, clearly bored with the whole affair.
"Are you serious?" She asked lowly. "I am being backed into a damn corner and all you care about is that I don't fucking swear?"
"Ah, there is that filthy mouth again," France glared at her.
"They are accusing me-"
"We are confronting you, Amerika!" Russia interrupted in his deadly sing-song sort of voice.
Her fists balled at her sides and she stared hard at the larger country.
"I. Did. Not. Do. It!" She stated slowly, stressing each syllable as it passed her lips. America adjusted Texas and tried to calm her breathing.
"I believe we should not go about saying such things so lightly," Prussia interjected, with a smile that could have frozen summer. His red eyes narrowed at the Russia in a clear warning. The bastard had better not try anything based off of silly nonsense.
There was no real proof that it had been America at all. Merely wild speculation that was rapidly spiraling out of control.
"Maybe we should get back to the matters at hand. The ones we were meant to go over today?" Prussia's intense stare landed on Germany.
His brother nodded stiffly, clearly he knew that things were only escalating. The red eyes watched as Germany called everyone to order. Such a good, rule-abiding little brother he had. Prussia went to the center of the room and collected America. His hand on her wrist, in a firm hold, as he dragged her toward her seat.
She tried to struggle, but Prussia shared her freakish strength. It was a rather useful trait in certain times, like now. He shushed her as she glared heatedly at Russia, Latvia, and North Korea. China was spared some of her wrath, but that was doubtlessly because she still owed him from her loans.
Prussia was already devising a proper solution for China's prompt repayment. It would not be terribly long before no one had a hold over America. Other than him, of course. His little prize needed him to protect her.
If today was any indication.
The rest of the meeting was spent fielding intimidating glances with his own from other irate nations. America kept her head held high, her back straight, and she faced them head on.
Prussia smiled at her more than once. What a fiery little thing she was. Austria took special care not to call her by her new title when Prussia was around. That was a pleasing turn of events. However, it did not take a psychic to read the hostility in the room.
The rest of the meeting dragged on, with America saying as little as possible. Prussia took over her presentation, with one he'd prepared just for such an eventuality, and they were permitted to leave.
He wasted no time in getting her out of there before she got into a fist fight with the other nations.
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Prussia got her back to his home, as he kept silent the whole way. America shook with barely suppressed rage. Her eyes were conspicuously bright with unshed tears. Prussia did not particularly enjoy such a look coming from his little prize.
She swore under her breath the whole plane ride home, and Prussia listened intently to the several creative curse words. There were a few animal parts and physically impossible situations in there. He would have to remember her 'rabid coyotes' line later.
He was certain it would be a good insult later down the line for a few countries in particular. He often wondered how Austria was doing while Prussia slowly rose back to his former glory.
His population was nearly exploding. So many people wanted to join his nation, his government was envisioning it as a new land of promise in the this century. There were those that were flocking to him en masse. Some of his former citizens were returning to his borders.
And, he had America to thank for all of it. Prussia calmly led her off the plane, and grabbed their bags. America glared at the ground, furious and wounded. Prussia would take care of her. He would ease her newfound hurt.
The albino nation guided her toward their car. He opened the door to allow America to climb inside. She did so with a quiet 'thanks' in his direction. Prussia then entered the driver's side and proceeded to drive them to his house. He never grew tired of seeing it there, like a beacon in the distance, inside America.
She did not argue as they got out of the car and he unlocked his door. She didn't lash out in the anger she was clearly feeling. Prussia was vaguely surprised by this. America was normally a tad more awesome than to wallow in self-pity.
However, her own allies had turned against her. Prussia knew that feeling all too well.
He closed the door behind them as she wandered intot he living room.
Poor lost thing.
His eyes flashed for a moment, and he dropped the bags with a loud 'thump'. America turned her blue eyes toward red ones, startled.
"Prussia?"
"It will be fine, America," he told her sternly. His manner imposing and arrogant.
She nodded, at his words, likely finding his sentiment empty.
Well, it wasn't. He knew everything would work out for the best. Prussia placed a hand under her chin and lifted her face toward his.
"America." He said with a slight purr on his words. "Talk to me. Tell me what is bothering you."
She looked away for a moment, and then back toward him. Her eyes vulnerable and at the same time determined.
"I'm innocent. Can't they see that someone must be trying to frame me?" America whispered the question and Prussia could see the hurt on her face.
Such a pretty birdie. What an exquisite little gem he had. He felt his chest stir with emotion, and Prussia allowed the novelty of the feeling to wash over him.
"I didn't do this," she states nearly pleadingly.
Prussia pulls her to him, embracing her in a tight hug.
"I know," he says as if it is an absolute fact. "I know you didn't do this."
"You believe me?" She asked in a muffled tone because her face was pressed against his shirt.
"Of course I do, America." He replied with a slightly beguiling note to his words.
His lips quirked into a smile as he kissed the top of her head. She was such a trusting nation, and he adored that about her. She would trust him much more deeply after this whole debacle.
Prussia knew that in a few weeks it would come to light that some random terrorist organization was responsible. They would boast proudly of their accomplishment and make demands to Latvia that needed to be met. All a mere distraction. It held no connections with America. He'd made certain of that already. So when the news broke over the simpering masses, there would be several contrite glances.
Perhaps an apology or two from the more understanding nations.
However, he also knew-as he smoothed a hand down her back possessively- that America would not accept their false words after seeing her own allies turn on her. Even if they did not turn on her, they certainly remained silent as she was accused.
All of them.
Except for him, of course.
Now it was all a matter of time until America started relying more on him. Until she started seeking out his opinions and consulting him on her concerns. Then Prussia would help guide her to where they needed to be.
However, that was still a little ways off and America was currently in his arms and distraught. He whispered comforting words of praise. Prussia expressed his sincere respect for America and care. She stood in his embrace, her hands inched upward to fist in his shirt and he encouraged her that everything would be alright.
They had each other now. America looked up at his words and gave him a watery smile. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face was flushed from the effort to even her breathing.
Prussia dipped his head down toward hers and kissed her sweetly on the lips. America's eyes widened and her lips parted as he pulled back. His red eyes glittered down at her. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face with a smile on his handsome features.
To his utter delight, something he had done caused America to lean into him again. She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him this time. Her body fit against his perfectly, as if she were made just for him.
Prussia approved.
