Rivalry

Part 17

Germany would much rather be home right now, eating some wurst or taking his dogs on a walk or organizing his bookshelves, or really doing anything rather than sitting here and watching his brother flirt with England.

It didn't help anything that he was absolutely starving and he was well-aware that he was not going to be getting anything from his 'waitress'.

Who—speaking of flirting—seemed to be spending a rather disproportional amount of time near Spain's table. Although that was probably a good thing, judging by the fact that Romano had already dumped a plate of pasta over someone's head when they complained that he'd given them the wrong order.

Anyway, so now he was sitting at his table, feeling incredibly hungry, and watching as America eyed his brother as if contemplating the best place to hide his body.

It was a common expression to have when dealing with his brother.

Still, he'd have to make sure that nobody actually died during this whole fiasco.

"Hey, everybody!" And suddenly said brother was on top of his table.

Germany sighed in exasperation. Great… He had no idea what his brother was planning, but he could already tell that this was going to be a disaster.

Maybe if he snuck out now, he could make it to the kitchen, drag Italy away from the stove, and make it home before anyone even noticed he'd disappeared?

It was a very tempting plan. The only problem was that he was pretty sure that if Italy was in the middle of cooking something, it would be impossible to pry him away except by brute force. And Germany hadn't yet gained the ability to refuse Italy of anything that he really wanted.

He should probably get started on learning how to do that.

Right after he finished building an inescapable room in his basement where he could keep his brother locked up for the rest of his existence.

~.~.~

England had not been expecting that. Yes, stupidity was unfortunately incredibly commonplace when you were with Prussia—particularly when you were with a Prussia who had been drinking alcohol for most of the past hour—but he still hadn't expected him to suddenly climb on top of the table as soon as he'd agreed to the stupid bet.

He couldn't help glancing over at America, who was now staring in Prussia in surprise, as was just about everyone else in the restaurant.

…There was no way he could love him back, right? The idea was absolutely absurd…

"Hey!" Prussia repeated, as if he hadn't already gotten everyone's attention by climbing on top of the table. "The awesome me has an announcement to make!"

The room was silent enough that you could have heard a cricket chirp if there happened to be any crickets around. Every eye was on the albino, most expressions either showing intense irritation or confusion.

"The awesomeness is here tonight with one of the few people in the world who is almost as awesome as himself." Prussia was definitely enjoying this. Having the attention of the entire restaurant on himself (where it should have been from the start) was a rather exhilarating feeling. So he played it up for all it was worth.

"Now, I know that everyone is going to be very upset by the announcement that I am about to make, but don't worry. The awesome me will still have enough awesome left over for everyone!" He paused, just in case anyone decided to applaud. They were too shocked by his awesomeness to do anything, though, so he just continued. "I have decided to ask this awesome person a very important question this evening!"

England felt his stomach drop into his boots as Prussia turned to him. He wasn't actually going to…

Mon dieu! France's eyes widened in shock at his friend's very familiar grin. This hadn't been part of the plan!

Germany's head fell against the table in an attempt at sending himself into unconsciousness.

America was already halfway to his feet. He had better not be about to—

Canada felt like he was going to cry. What was going on? Why was Gilbert doing this?

Spain was off in his own little world, as he'd finally managed to coax Romano into scooting into the booth beside him and now was attempting to kiss him senseless.

As far as Romano was concerned, the operation had been a complete success.

And Italy was off in the kitchen, happily teaching his pupils how to make the perfect tortellini, completely oblivious to anything that was happening in the other room. Actually, knowing Italy, he'd probably forgotten that there even was another room.

"Arthur Kirkland." And suddenly the idiot was on one knee…still on top of the table… "Will you marry me?"

A/N: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter, but I had to end it there…

xD xD xD

Oh, Gilbert.