After getting a few reviews that seemed to ask me to continue, how can I say no? Here it is, chapter two.

This is a bad idea. Like, a really bad idea, so bad it might even be considered un-awesome! Prussia thought, trekking his way through the streets of Vienna.

Ever since reading that entry, Prussia had been wanting to go up to Austria and just ask him about it. He didn't know why, he just did.

OK. Just go up to the door. Open it up (since Little Master almost never locks it) and just go and talk to the guy. Prussia breathed in, trying to calm down, then stopped walking all together.

Wait. Why the hell am I so nervous? I'm only going to see Little Master of all people! Yeah, you're only seeing the guy you KISSED. The other part of Prussia's mind pointed out. Not awesome, brain, or mind, whatever you are. NOT AWESOME. Prussia twitched. "And now I'm arguing with myself. Great." Prussia muttered, resuming walking.

Not too long later, Prussia arrived at said Austrian's house. He walked up the to door and was about to reach for the doorknob when-

"Prussia?"

"AHHGGG! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME AGAIN, THIS FACE AND FIVE METERS ARE WAY TOO AWESOME TO BREAK AGAIN!" Prussia screamed almost on auto-pilot when he heard the Hungarian's voice and dropped down, covering his head and crotch.

"Huh?" Hungary blinked and bent over to the Prussian's level.

"Prussia, please get up. I'm not going to hurt you, unless of course you can't give a valid reason for being on Mr. Austria's property," Hungary's aura began to darken at the end of her sentance.

Prussia got up shakily.

"I-er-I just wanted to well, talk with Little Master. That's it, really," Prussia admitted, avoiding Hungary's eyes.

Hungary blinked in surprise. The only reason he's ever come over here was to annoy Mr. Austria...No way. Could he possibly...? Hungary's mouth twitched into a slight smile.

No way, that's so adorable! Prussia must have been trying in his own way to tell Mr. Austria how he feels! The insults must have just been a way to hide his true feelings!

"...ry. Hungary!" Prussia's voice brought the woman back to Earth again. "Eh? You say something, Prussia?"

"I said, it's not like that!"

"Like what?"

"I really just want to talk with Little Master! Nothin' more," Prussia snapped, flailing his arms.

"Well, you won't be able to today," Hungary suddenly remembered.

"What? Why the hell not?" Prussia exclaimed. He couldn't miss this chance now. No way. This could be the only time when he had the guts to do something like this!

"Because he's recently gotten over a bad flu, so he needs his rest," Hungary replied, picking up the bag she had with her. "I'm only here to get his groceries."

FUUUUUUU-

"Oh, seems he's awake again," Hungary replied, cutting off the Prussian's swear-thought. She had turned and was looking at the house, a small smile on her face.

A soft tune came from inside, that sounding of a fine piano.

Symphony no. 9 in D minor... Prussia realized, then mentally smacked himself for actually bothering to remember what the piece was called.

"Hey Prussia..."

"Huh- HEY, WHAT-?"

At that moment, Hungary had dumped the bag of groceries in Prussia hands, startling the man enough to almost drop it.

"Well Prussia, I JUST remembered I have to do something EXTREMELY important, so I'll just leave you to get these to Mr. Austria~"

"Wait, do-!"

"Too-DA-looo~" Hungary chirped as she shot off in the opposite direction.

"Grr..." Prussia growled in annoyance.

Well, now that he's awake, I can at least ask him. Prussia heaved a sigh before before opening the door and walking in.

One wandering in the hallways(Cough, stalling, cough) later...

Walking down the hallway, Prussia found the door leading into the grand piano room. From the other side of said door, he could faintly hear the music coming out. He reached for the door knob, but his hand wouldn't move. Scratch that,

His body refused to listen to him.

This is pathetic. I'd never thought I could call myself pathetic. This is just like all the other times I came here, for Gott's sake! So why-? Just then, a sour note disrupted the piece, then-

BANG! and silence.

Prussia jumped slightly at the noise, backing away a few feet. The hell just happened? Don't tell me Little Master's tryin' to multi-task!

Finally gathering himself together, Prussia grabbed the knob, turned it and slammed open the door. "Oi Little Master! I need to-!"

Prussia's greeting died almost instantly when he saw said aristocrat. Austria's face was trapped sideways between the ivory keys and the wooden lid of the piano.

Prussia stared. And tried his best not to laugh. At any other situation he wouldn't try to not insult Austria, but now was not that time!

"Uh, Little Master? Guten tag? Yo?"

Prussia walked up the other nation, and waited for Austria's reply.

It didn't come. Frowning, Prussia reached out to the Austrian's shoulder-

-and retracted immeadiatly at the almost burning touch ( "Ye-ow, that's hot!") What? Why is Little Master so warm? Prussia wondered, massaging his palm when he remembered what Hungary said.

"...recently he's gotten over a bad flu..."

No wonder he's so warm...well what now? I can't just leave the guy here...

Lifting the lid, Prussia quickly pulled Austria upright on the bench. Looking closer, the aristocrat seemed to be unconscious, his face red from the fever and a slight sweat was gracing his brow.

Adorable... Prussia thought, and stopped himself from face-palming his forehead.

Quickly scooping up the other man so that he was secure in Prussia's arms, Prussia eased the door to the hallway open.

OK, now where's his bedroom again? Damn this house is huge. No wonder Little Master's sense of direction is so bad! Maybe if his house wasn't s big, or at least didn't have so many hallways-! Oh here it is.

Prussia's rant cut off as he found the master bedroom. Opening the door with difficulty, Prussia quickly walked over to the bed, parted the slightly rumpled covers, carefully placed the Austria on the bed (Phew, my arms were about to fall off!) and covered him up.

The Austrian sighed softly in his sleep and his head turned to the left.

Prussia couldn't help it when a tiny smile spread across his face.

Walking over to the other side of the bed, Prussia knelt by the side so he was facing the Austrian's sleeping face.

What am I...?

Before Prussia realized what he was doing, his hand had moved and was cupping the Austrian's face gently before removing the glasses.

Turns out, the "blindness" really was just dust from the battle field, but you kept on wearing glasses, 'cause you thought you were plain...

Placing the glasses on the nightstand, Prussia came closer to Austria, his face only inches away from the others.

"Y'know, you've caused the Awesome Me quite the problem..."

Prussia left hand grasped Austria right and entwined his fingers with the other's.

"I found another one of my diary entries-You don't know that I keep diaries, do you?-about something interesting..."

Prussia's other hand gently caressed Austria's face, from his forehead to his chin and back up again.

"I wrote about how you thought you were going blind..."

Prussia could feel his face start to heat up as he remember.

"How I bought you those glasses..."

Why was his heart starting to speed up and how did it become louder?

"How I thought you looked so adorable-like you do now- and I kissed you..."

Prussia shakily brought Austria's hand up to his lips and gently kissed the back of it.

"Y'know something Little Master? I don't how long and maybe I've always felt this but-"

I think I love you love. Just a little bit.

Prussia let go of the hand and placed by Austria again.

"Well, I can't say that again. I came all prepared to tell you and you can't hear a word I'm saying. And even if you were awake, you'll think it's all a dream that the fever made..." Prussia let out a shaky chuckle as he turned to leave. Before he closed the door he said one last thing,

"One of these days, I WILL tell you this when you're awake. Just you wait 'till I can work up the guts..." And with that. Prussia closed the door behind him.

WHAT.

Austria sat up, his face still red, but he knew that wasn't the only reason.

Did I really just hear all that? From PRUSSIA, of all people? And what he said and did...

Austria looked back at his hand, which still had the slightly damp feel of saliva and he couldn't forget how his hand had felt on his face...

It wasn't a dream...Prussia really said all that...

"One of these days, I WILL tell you this when you're awake. Just you wait 'till I can work up the guts..."

He openly stated he was afraid, and would try to do this once more...that was, very cool of him-Stop.

Austria slapped himself on the cheek. This is PRUSSIA you are dealing with! And-

And...

Austria sighed and massaged his temple.

I might feel the same way for him.

Well? Did I do a good job? I hope so. Please review honestly!