-1990-

Ever since Prussia's run-in with England, he had a lot weighing down on his mind, namely, France. His brother was really invested in this relationship, probably just as much as he had been with Italy, and that was a lot. He wasn't good with feelings or relationships in general but he seemed to be really happy with the one he in with France. He couldn't let his brother get hurt like England had. What if the Frenchman got bored with his brother after all and moved on? Or what if he missed England and went back to him? He couldn't let his brother get hurt. He just couldn't.

As he was thinking about those things that day, he went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, Gilbird fluttering behind him. When he stopped in the doorway, the bird perched itself atop his head. He narrowed his eyes at the France, seeing him cooking. Maybe he should try talking to him. Take some advice from himself.

Prussia went over to the cupboard, grabbing a glass.

"Morgen," he greeted.

"Bonjour, mon ami," France said without looking away from what he was cooking. "Did you sleep well? Your brother is in the shower. I was kicked out, unceremoniously I might add, as I apparently tend to make him have to take a shower all over again."

He pouted a little, not really thinking about the fact that that was not something that Prussia would want to hear.

Gilbert quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Uh... Gross," he said taking his glass over to the sink to get some water, "I may joke about my bruder's sex life with you, but I don't actually wanna hear about it."

He took a sip of his water.

France chuckled and stirred the food, not really knowing that Prussia wanted to talk.

Prussia leaned against the counter a moment, watching the Frenchman while he sipped at his water, his bird nestling comfortably in his white locks.

"So, what's up with you and my brother?" he asked.

"We have a very long, very boring meeting with our bosses today," France stated, thinking that he was asking what their plans were. "We will most likely retire at my home for the night, though, as we will be in Paris."

Prussia sighed, putting his glass down.

"That's not what I mean," he replied, "I mean... You guys. Look, France: My brother really likes you. A lot. The only time I've ever seen him with someone like this is with Italy."

"Let us not speak of Italie," France requested. "Green is not a flattering color on moi."

He put the food that he had been cooking on plates and brought them to the table.

"Are you asking how I feel about Ludwig?" he asked softly after a moment, not looking at Prussia.

Prussia watched France, arms folded over his chest and legs crossed.

"Ja," he replied voice more serious than it normally was, "Where do you stand in all this?"

"I love him," France said quietly. "Lord help me, but I do. If you are going to give me a big brother talk, I already know that I do not deserve him. We can skip that part, non?"

He got the newspaper from the counter and pulled out the pages that Germany would want, putting them neatly in his lover's spot.

Prussia shrugged.

"You're my best friend," he said, "I like you a lot and know what an awesome guy you can be, which is why I'm fine with your guys' relationship. But... I also know that you can get bored easily and you're very... fluid in relationships. I know I'm not strong as a nation. Hell, I can't even be called that, but strictly talking as a big brother: if you break my little brother's heart then I'll break you, ja?"

France chuckled a little at himself more than Prussia.

"I am a lot more monogamous than I seem, Prusse," he stated. "Sex means nothing between nations, but love is something else... I have never loved two people at the same time, at least not in the same way. Allemagne is not a trusting person. You must know that if I have his trust, then I have earned it."

"Then what happened to you and England?" Prussia asked, "I've been out of commission for a while, but as long as I can remember you two have always loved each other, despite your bickering."

"I proposed... Twice," France admitted, shrugging.

Prussia frowned at that.

"Twice?" he repeated.

Why had England acted upset if he had rejected France's proposal twice? It didn't make sense. Perhaps the northern nation had assumed that his neighbor would always be there, no matter what he did to him.

"Oui," France replied. "But his rejection was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I have been able to focus without him in my life. And look at Europe! Have you ever seen us so united? This peace, as ironic as it may seem to someone who last saw me with a gun to Ludwig's head, is largely due to the relationship he and I have. I have never been happier."

He took out a pitcher of juice and poured himself and Germany drinks.

Prussia looked at France a moment longer then finally sighed. He went over to his brother's spot and grabbed his juice taking a big gulp. He took a seat in the chair beside his brother's place.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked.

It was a rather abrupt change in conversation but it was Gilbert's silent way of telling France he trusted him. He didn't like the idea of not trusting France anyways. Though, if he did prove him wrong, he wouldn't hesitate to follow through on his threat. He'd kick his ss if he hurt his brother. That was a promise.

"Bruder, unhand my juice now," Germany demanded as he came into the room.

"You were fast, mon cochon," France said, putting some food on a plate for Prussia and putting it in front of him.

He went over and kissed Germany lightly before sitting on his other side.

"Ja, well you were not in my hair today," Germany responded, soon sounding a lot less annoyed than his words implied.

Prussia watched the two over his glass as he took a sip of the juice. When he pulled the glass away he grinned at his brother. He held the cup out towards his brother swirling the liquid around with a smug smile on his face.

"Oh, but you were late for das Saft," he teased before letting out one of his signature cackles.

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