Chapter Twelve: Breakfast and a Sword Fight

Unlike Mr. Austria, Holy Rome didn't hear the footsteps entering the kitchen. Nor did he expect anyone to suddenly hug him from behind. After a few laughs, they got some of the tea and cakes and sat down at the table. Prussia was unsure where to start. Something inside of him was telling him he needed to speak to him and West. The feeling curled in the pit of his stomach. Something was going to happen today and he didn't know how to stop it.

He sipped his tea to calm himself. It was a little bitter for his liking but the cake complemented it. No matter how mad he was at Austria he would admit the guy could cook. He watched his big brother who stared at the clock. It was eleven now. Prussia chuckled to himself which caused him to look up.

Prussia waved him off. "You only pay attention to time when you have somewhere to be. So what's going on with you today?" His red eyes looked blood-like in the sun that shined through the window.

"Italy's supposed to be here at noon so we can go to his place for a bit." Holy Rome blushed slightly thinking of Italy. Today was going to be perfect and he wouldn't let anything stop that.

The sentence he said made the feeling, which was dulled for a moment, come back. Prussia gave him the best crooked smile he could. "Just be careful? You just got back." He patted his shoulders trying to hide his emotions. The words he said to Austria on the staircase echoed in his mind. He only told him because he didn't know how it would affect either of his brothers not because of the feelings. He just needed to convince himself of that.

Holy Rome swallowed the last of his cake. "I can take care of myself. Last I checked I could still beat you in a sword match." A broad grin crossed his face as Prussia scoffed trying not to laugh. "And last I checked you still fought with a sword. But maybe… for old times' sake?"

"Hmm?" Holy Rome looked confused. "For old times' sake?" Prussia nodded and went to the den area which on one of the walls had two vintage swords. He lifted them off of their holdings and brought them over to the kitchen handing him one. "Care to back up your words?"

"Gladly." Holy Rome finished his tea and walked outside with him carrying the sword with care. They got to the flat field behind Austria's house and wasted no time getting started. He dodged quickly as his younger brother thrusted his sword close to his shoulder. The clashing of metal against metal reverberated around the area. "You aren't half as bad as you used to be." He said as he forced the blade away from his.

Prussia didn't respond to this, he barely acknowledged he spoke. The blade he wielded clashed against Holy Rome's once more and quickly wrapped around it forcing him to lose his grip. The fallen sword clattered to the ground. Prussia grinned. "Looks like I win." He sat down on the ground and placed his sword on the spot next to him.

Holy Rome rustled his little brother's hair and sat next to him. He noticed he seemed to be struggling with something mentally but he didn't say anything about it. "So… Feliciano was the Italy you meant."

Holy Rome raised an eyebrow to what Prussia said. "Yeah… I promised I would come back so I did."

"Watch out for the competition though" He said nudging him in the ribs. "Competition? What do you mean?"

"Germany. He's had a crush on him for the longest time but he sucks at relationships so it's nothing to worry about." Prussia watches as his brother nodded slowly taking note of this. The feeling was still there and he was considering getting up and telling Austria. But he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing him worry. Behind him footsteps crunched in the grass quickly by the time he turned around Italy had already hug tackled his brother to the ground. The sound of laughter took away some of the feeling. He wasn't going to make him worry, not when he was with Italy.

Italy spoke quickly and with excitement. He had everything planned out for him and Holy Rome who was lying under him. He was even going to get his brother to let him stay to night with them in case he didn't want to go all the way back in the middle of the night. After letting go of a blushing Holy Rome, he took his hand and pulled him up absentmindedly wrapping an arm around his waist. He told him about everything he had planned smiling grandly. Holy Rome smiled back at him with love in his eyes. Everything was perfect now.

Once they said goodbye to Prussia who decided to stay there awhile longer the two walked towards the house. Love was in the air and nothing was going to stop them. They both promised themselves this mentally as they walked to Italy's Ferrari. Today would be perfect.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, between my injury at work and school I've become exhausted which has gotten me behind in the fic. Were nearing close to the end of the first installment of the trilogy, the second installment will be started either when I get my new computer up with wifi or when in September which ever comes first. Thanks for all the views and awesome reviews guys we have about 2-5 chapters left so I hope you guys stay for the ride -Fiametta