A/N FLUFF ALERT! FLUFF ALERT! (well, the very little amount of fluff I am actually able to do.) This is my first shot a romance, and it's hard enough as it is not to turn it into an action-thriller or whatever. Also, to those who might get a bit worried, no romance over K+ had, is, or will happen, don't worry (My proofreaders and I caught how some things might be interpreted and it's all right XD)
Okay, long note, right—along with the story. Here you go…
I wake to the bumpy landing of the plane and a soft murmur in my ear. I blink my eyes open to see Spain and France staring with wide eyes, trying to stifle their giggles. I look up at them, confused.
Then I realize what they're laughing at.
My head is resting on Prussia's shoulder, and his hand is draped across mine. He snores softly.
"Prussia?" I tense.
"Was?" he mutters, still half asleep.
"Get off."
His eyes snap open and we immediately jerk away from each other, his face quickly reddening in a furious blush, and mine curling into a furious snarl. The other two countries burst into laughter, and our faces adopt a bright fire-truck hue of red.
"Aww, they are adorable, non?" France snickers.
"Shut up," Prussia and I hiss in unison, and glare at each other. Prussia looks down and curses in German as Spain shows us a picture he'd taken of us just seconds before I'd woken up.
"Knock it off, jerks," I snarl, "I know you're not that mean."
"Don't worry, chica," Spain chuckles, "I won't send it out or anything. I know you have a gun."
Prussia is the first to burst out of the airport. He laughs in glee and spins around to survey the area. I walk out slowly, trying to absorb as much of the incredible scenery as I can.
The green, snow-happed mountain ranges dance almost out of sight, and the tall pines stand out starkly against the clear morning sky. It would've been midnight, but the time zone change added maybe six hours. I laugh and stare out in wonder and awe of the landscape made of greens, blues, and whites.
"It's awesome, isn't it?" Prussia grins lopsidedly and gestures at his homeland. I don't hesitate to answer an enthusiastic yes.
"No I vill take you to your cabin," he looks at me excitedly, "and tomorrow, you can meet West."
"Who's West?" I ask, getting more tired by the minute.
"He's mein little Bruder," Prussia smirks, "you'll like him."
I see Spain and France roll their eyes.
"Yeah, but I get the feeling he won't like me." I mutter as I follow Prussia to a rental car.
We drive up a long, winding road that curls up a mountain slope like a silver snake. I stare out the window, amazed at the scenery.
"Look!" I exclaim suddenly, pointing out the window. A huge, deep ultramarine lake lies in the valley far below, snow powdering the pines clustered around it.
"Ja," Prussia smiles fondly and drives a bit slower so he can stare at it as well, "Zhat's zhe main reason West and I built our house here. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
I can only nod, astounded.
Soon enough, we pull into a smoothly paved driveway that leads to a large white house with cream wooden plans crosshatching the roof. Flower beds surround the porch, full of perfectly trimmed hedges, daisies, and lilies.
"Wow," I breathe, "nice place, Prussia."
He laughs. "Oh, it's West who keeps zhe place up and running. He's such a clean freak."
We walk up the stairs to the porch, and through the front door is a long hallway ending in a large window. The walls are made of wooden planks painted white, and framed pictures are spaced evenly along the walls. I notice that as we pass, Prussia casually tilts each frame.
There is a white wooden door halfway through each side of the hallway, and the door on the right side opens as I walk towards it, and a tall, pale man with bright blue eyes and perfectly slicked-back blonde hair walks out. His eyes widen and his face reddens angrily.
"WHO IS ZHIS?" he shouts in a deeps, booming voice.
"Oh, zhis is a girl I brought from America," Prussia grins, gesturing towards me.
"Asher," I nod, trying to smile at the man who is apparently offended by my presence. "I'm guessing your Prussia's brother?"
"Ja," He glares, "It's Germany." I notice his eyes flickering towards the tilted frames, and Prussia smirks.
"Let's go," the albino leads me into the door on the right-hand side. I find myself in an average-looking kitchen with white tile floors, a wooden table, and a metal refrigerator.
We walk up the stairs inside the kitchen to emerge onto the second floor—a hallway similar to the one downstairs, but with one door on the left side and two on the right.
Spain and France, obviously used to coming here, immediately head towards the first door on the right, and Prussia leads me to the far right door.
"Zhis is your room," he creaks the door open. I start slightly, puzzled.
"Wait," I begin, "I'm staying here?"
"Ja," Prussia nods vigorously, "zhe awesome place."
"I kinda thought I'd rent a hotel room or something…"
"But your broke," the German states, a confused look on his face. I nod reluctantly. He has a good point, but I'm not exactly open to the idea of being a charity case.
"Fine," I sigh and push my way into the room, closing the door behind me. I peer around curiously. It's a decent-sized room with off-white walls and a window overlooking the lake. There's a bunk bed in one corner, and in the other is a wooden dresser.
I promptly throw down my luggage and leap up to the top bunk.
"What the heck?" I furrow my brow as I pick up a small white pillow that looks hand-made and turn it around. The word "PASTA" is stitched on the back in bright red.
I shrug and take it down, walking out of my room and across the hall to the place Prussia and Germany stay.
That's when I realize that the brothers could not be more different.
There are two beds, one on each side of the long, rectangular room. The walls are painted white on the side closest to me, and black on the other side. There are windows on each end, and the areas are visibly marked off by a line of garbage.
The darker side of the room is strewn with junk—empty beer bottles or cans, dirty clothes, and heaps of other stuff. The other side is perfectly clean.
Germany is lifting weights on the light side, and Prussia's slightly frightening laughter floats my way from the other side. I peer in to see that he is sitting cross-legged on his bed, playing with a small, round baby chick.
"Is this yours?" I ask, looking back at Germany. He looks up, startled, and the fluffy yellow chick immediately flies up and begins to dive-bomb me.
"Gilbird!" Prussia exclaims, standing up and scolding the bird like a bad child. The chick peeps angrily and flies into the albino's pillow.
"Sorry, man," Prussia smiles apologetically, "he just doesn't like new people…" he laughs again.
"I can tell," I shake the feathers out of my hair and glare at the bird. "but seriously, is this yours?" I hold up the pillow. Prussia makes a face.
"Isn't zhat zhe stupid loser pillow zhat—"
"It must be Italy's," Germany interrupts his brother, taking it gently. He looks up. "Danke, Fräulein. I vill keep it until he comes."
Prussia does that strange laugh of his, and I leave.
I rest in my room until a hesitant knock on my door wakes me up. That, and my growling stomach.
"Yeah?" I yawn widely, opening the door to find Spain.
"It's lunchtime, if you're hungry." He tilts his head to one side.
"Sure," I respond, yanking the tangles out of my hair.
I sit down to a plate of sausage and German cucumber salad. After praying, I look up to see the others doing the same, and we begin to eat in a comfortable silence.
That is, before Spain and France look each other in the eye. At first, I just ignore it, but then the long-haired blonde nods, and the Spaniard reaches for something. I tense.
"Hey, Germany." He puts his phone on the table, "would you mind checking the time on my phone…?"
"Uh…sure?" the lemony-haired German clicked the power button.
"It's twelve…" his voice trails off and his eyes narrow. I feel the atmosphere thicken until he speaks softly.
"Prussia?" he hisses. The albino somehow gets paler, and my blood runs cold.
"Ja, Bruder?" He asks breaking out into a cold sweat.
"Vhat is zhis?!" he turns the phone around. My heart stops.
The screens shows the picture of Prussia and me on the plane.
A/N See, what did I tell you? Not that bad with fluff. If you want more, just say so, and if you want less, just hang in there.
