Wheee~ So here's the chapter that's leading up to the chapter I'm sure all of us have been waiting for *coughsmutcough* x3 Believe it or not, Haya actually doesn't have anything she should be doing right now 0.o She was gonna post this last night dead tired with a headache after an awesome one day con... but the document manager kept freaking out... So you all get it now with a Haya that has nothing else to do! Hahaha! XD R&R *heartheart*

Chapter Five: Blechkoller

The room was dark, for the blinds were closed and the lights were off. The only source of light came from the eerily flickering glow from the television. There was a giant pile of yellow fluffy chicks on top of the bed, chirping quietly to the albino they surrounded. Said pale nation was curled up in the corner of his mattress against the wall, though it was easy to overlook him, so covered he was with chicks. His knees were pulled up under his chin as he stared blankly at the television across the room, but he wasn't watching the German soap opera. Prussia was thinking. He had been thinking a lot over the past few days.

Upon getting home from Carnaval, Prussia raided the kitchen of nonperishable food items and locked himself in his room. At first he tried clearing his mind with a shower and video games, but the scene from the carnival kept popping up in his mind. It got to the point he couldn't even concentrate on button mashing. So the confused Prussian crawled into bed and started channel surfing. He left the controls alone when he came across a soap opera channel where one of the female characters was in the middle of talking about kissing a guy.

Several times his phone started ringing, but Prussia refused to answer. When Germany got home and banged on his door, the only answer he was given was the volume on the television getting turned up. As he watched the show, Prussia only continued to sink into a deeper confusion induced depression. In an attempt to comfort his companion, Fritz called all his friends to crowd Prussia, knowing all the little yellow birds would help at least a little.

And they had helped. Prussia was ready to disregard the incident as a drunken act that meant absolutely nothing. But then he had fallen asleep and dreamt. He dreamt of that kiss over and over again, waking up in a cold sweat each time the kiss started getting deeper. By the time morning came along the next day, the albino barely had any sleep and wasn't planning on attempting to go back to sleep. So the thinking began. And thinking was what he did.

The only times Prussia moved was to use the bathroom and to grab some food that was too far out of reach. The rest of the time, he sat there in his corner, alternating between watching the soap operas and thinking. And after a good two days of thought, Prussia was able to come to a conclusion, not that it quelled his depression.

He wanted to kiss Germany, Ludwig, his brother. And not some peck on the lips to piss off the German, no, he wanted a deep and romantic kiss… And then some. At first Prussia tried to come up with any explanation possible for his desires. He wanted to kiss his little brother for Christ's sake. The little boy he had raised, even if he wasn't so little anymore. He racked his brain through the night, too afraid of what his dreams might bring, and could come up with no alternative explanation. Devil take him to hell now. God smite him on the spot.

Prussia was in love with his brother.

Who was really quite distraught through those days of the other males self appointed isolation. What was self punishment for one ended up as torture for the other, in its own way. The morning after their little Carnaval escapade Ludwig woke to find himself not in his own bed but instead uncomfortably positioned atop one of the spare beds in the home of his Italian friend… Said brunet curled up against him.

Once over that scare it was to his own house he went, all the while trying and failing at recalling much about the night before. Though he didn't often get drunk enough to lose bits of memory, he remembered his lack of sleep for a fair while and accepted that the two conditions put together didn't fare well for memory. Besides, if anything he needed to know happened Feliciano would have told him, wouldn't he? Or Romano would have screamed it at him among the many insults that was his parting on leaving the Italian home.

There was no such luck in explaining away the reason for Gilbert's sudden seclusion. The first time he knocked on the Teuton's door was simply to retrieve clothes for the wash. It really wasn't all too odd that he hole himself up in his room for hours on end with the TV, what he initially thought to be the case when the volume increase was the only response to his inquiry for soiled articles. That said, even when hammering away at his Play Station or whatever it was now he would come out for food and the like. This didn't happen at lunch, or at dinner. So he'd brought all the potato chips and such in with him, fine. But then the next morning at breakfast… And that following lunch…

Okay, so eventually he had cause enough for worry. But what was he to do? Gilbert never answered the door – locked, of course, and Ludwig wasn't about the damage his own house – nor his phone. It was pitiful, being forced to call someone in the same house, a single story one, no less, but it's all he had. And even that didn't give him any sort of reassurance with an answer of any kind. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

Work was finished on time but with a daunting number of errors. Books were read without being fully digested. He wouldn't be able to tell you what it was he had been reading. Every morning started with a jog, one longer than usual, in hopes of returning from that extra long time out to find a newly emerged Prussian. Some of the most detailed and difficult culinary ventures of his were taken in those few days. The smell, if it did waft to that specific door as he hoped, did nothing to taunt out the albino. So many things he did to make himself forget about or urge out the source of his worry but everything came up short. Nothing, absolutely nothing.

The old habit that was rubbing the pad of his thumb atop the Iron Cross ever present round his neck had returned. On one occasion Ludwig had actually been moved to yelling a few choice German phrases through Gilbert's door in his frustration, but nothing came of it. It reminded him of how he'd often yell at that damned wall in the years passed. It was happening all over again, Gilbert wasn't with him. But this time it was of that mans own volition. Could this be worse than the time before?

Click. Click. Click. Beeep… Beeep… Honestly, what was he doing? To have fallen so low… Ludwig ran a hand along the length of his face. He had seriously resorted to calling France for help… How far the mighty fall.

"Bonjour? Est ce Ludwig? C'est une surprise! Qu'est-ce que tu besoin?"

A sigh was released. So incredibly obnoxious this man was. Obnoxious or not, he was depressingly close with our favorite Prussian. So much so Ludwig had to bite back a growl at the thought. "Look… I'm sure you've noticed, but Bruder hasn't been… Well, he certainly doesn't count as one of the living these days. All he does is sit in his room with the TV playing. For days he hasn't come out, and I'm at my wits end! Erm," cover, he needed to find cover, "I mean, the mess that must be forming…"

Now the squeaking of his leaning back in his office chair, again dragging a hand over his visage, keeping it trained over his eyes this time while continuing to speak into the phone, now lower than before. "Kannst… Kannst du mir helfen? Just… Talk to him, or… Or something."

There was an amused sigh on the other end and France muttered under his breath, "Allemands." Rustling could be heard as the Frenchman went about his house. "I'll be there in a few minutes Ludwig, I'm sure he's sulking over something stupid."

Sure to his word, Francis was at the German household within minutes of hanging up. He let himself his in and headed first to Germany's office where the blond had yet to move from. With a mock salute as he poked his head through the doorway, France said, "Don't worry Ludwig mon cher, I'll get your frère précieux out of his room so you can have a lovely dinner together tonight."

Not waiting for the man to reply, France pranced down the hall to his friend's room. He could hear the television from across the house, but now closer, he was able to pick up on some of the German being said. Was Prussia watching soap operas? Goodness, what had happened at Carnaval to get him in this state?

Knowing there would be no answer if he knocked, France crouched down at the lock and pulled a bobby pin out of his wavy hair. Within seconds, the lock was popped and the door swung upon. Gracefully pulling himself to his feet, France barged into Prussia's room, shutting and locking the door again behind him. "Gilbert! What is the meaning of this?" He exclaimed, gesturing to the food trash, clothing, and piles of bird feathers.

Lifeless eyes slowly came into focus and as they did so, tears started welling in the red orbs. "Francis," Prussia sniffled pitifully, showing no signs of moving at he stared up at his friend.

Caught slightly off guard by the prideful Prussian's sudden tears, France gingerly picked his way across the room to the bed. He shooed away the birds so he could sit next to the albino, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he did so. "What's wrong mon ami? What are you crying?"

"I'm fucked up!" Prussia all but yelled, curling out of his position to throw his arms in the air in exasperation. "I'm totally fucked up and there's no going back!" He wailed, burying his head into France's shoulder.

Cooing soothingly, France ran his fingers through silver locks. "What happened Gilbert? I can't help if you don't tell me."

Prussia looked up, a scowl etched across his face. "I kissed West. I fucking kissed him when I was drunk, I liked it, and I fucking want more! You know what that fucking means? I'm in fucking love with my fucking brother! I'm so fucked up!"

Silence followed the outburst, exception of the chattering on the television. Even the chicks were quiet, staring at the shocked expression on France's face just as Prussia was. Ever so slowly, a grin broke out as the blond burst into laughter, making his teary friend look like a kicked puppy.

"Oh fuck you! I knew I was better off not calling either of you fucking idiots. Why the fuck are you here anyways? Just go away." Prussia pulled away from the guffawing idiot to curl into his defensive ball once more.

Realizing his blunder, France reached out to the albino, pulling him back over, still chortling. "Mon Prusse, I am not laughing at your situation, I'm merely overcome with shock! Antonio and I never would have guessed you could figure it out by yourself. You are, to say the least, not well connected with your emotions."

"… Figure it out? You… You mean I've been in love with West longer than just recently and you two knew and did not care to inform me so I could get rid of it?"

"Get rid of? Oh Gilbert, why ever would you want to do that? True love is something very rare and extremely precious! Why would you want to discard your one ticket to forever being happy?"

"Oh I don't know Francis, maybe because I'm in love with my fucking brother?" Growling, Prussia pulled back again, this time to slide off his bed. He stood over the seated Frenchman, arms crossed sourly, and said in a commanding tone, "Either get the fuck out or help me."

Sprawling himself across the mattress, moving yet more chicks out of his way, France looked up lazily. "I'm here to help of course. If you'd just let me that is."

With a scowl, the stubborn albino plopped himself onto the ground, crossing his legs and arms. "Talk then."

"There is nothing wrong with being in love with Ludwig!" France exclaimed cheerily, knowing the battle was won and he had free reign of speech. "You are just using this brother excuse so you don't have to confront these feelings in fear of rejection!"

Prussia looked like he was about to object, but was cut off as France held a finger out to silence him. "I'm not done. You cannot argue this brother thing for holding you back from accepting your love. Our kind are so limited, you cannot get away from questionable relationships! Also, there is no proof you two are blood related. You simply found Ludwig and raised him yourself. The only confirmed blood brothers we know of are Lovi and Feli!

"Sure, you can try to argue against me that it still doesn't matter, you still raised Ludwig so you might as well be brothers. Feelings change mon cher! They evolve! You obviously didn't love Ludwig in the same sense you do now when you were raising him! There is absolutely nothing wrong with you being in love with a strong, dependable, and might I add, scrumptious eye candy like Ludwig."

"It's still weird… I don't care how you justify it, it still isn't right… Me, thinking about West like this… West, who I raised, went through everything with…" Prussia sighed dejectedly and gently stroked Fritz, who had found his way into his lap.

Seeing he was making some progress, France sat up. "Come now, do you really think you're the only one in this situation? Look at Antonio! He raised Lovino, you don't see him having any problems loving the little brat. I know for a fact Alfred has had quite a few dirty thoughts about mon Matthieu. And I wouldn't be surprised if they've done more than just think. Oh, and don't even get me started on our dear Asian friends over East. It's just one big Oriental orgy."

"But still…"

France slid off the bed to his knees, taking Prussia hands into his own, only concern in his eyes. "Gilbert, you are only doing yourself harm by denying yourself the chance of amour. You've never experienced it before, have you mon Prusse? Always been so busy conquering others, fighting wars, surviving where others haven't… You haven't had the time to enjoy the true wonders of living. There is nothing better than amour."

"Fucking girl," Prussia muttered, pulling his hands out of France's grip. He was flushed, for he was easily embarrassed by such heartfelt conversations. They were rare things for the albino. Timidly, he raised his gaze from Fritz to meet France's eyes, overflowing with emotion. "If I'm so devoid of fucking 'amour' how do I know I'm actually in love with West and just don't want to fuck him?"

Prussia was a lucky man for having such a patient friend. Years of dealing with England had built France's patience, but even his expansive patience was growing thin. He forced a smile and asked, "Why do you think you love Ludwig?"

"Fuck if I know!" Prussia exclaimed immediately. "He's so damn anti-affectionate! He has a fucking stick up his ass the size of my fucking awesome ego! And shit, when it comes to being clean? He's so OCD he should be a fucking woman!"

France placed his hand to Prussia's heart, his feigned smile gaining real meaning. "Do you feel it? A sudden warmth stemming from here and spreading through your veins as you talk about him? Even though you're rattling off the things you can't stand, you still feel that warmth, do you not? That's because you love him Gilbert. You love everything about him."

Eye wide as he replaced France's hand with his own, Prussia stared at his friend. He felt it. He felt the warmth overflowing from his heart. He felt the warmth spread through his body, making his stomach boil and his fingers tingle. "I… Love him…" He said slowly as if just now realizing it. "But Francis, how the hell am I supposed to tell him? He doesn't love me like that back! What am I supposed to do now?"

"Go apologize for making him worry, that's what you're going to do now," France said in a finalizing tone as he pulled himself to his feet. "You need to feel comfortable with yourself before you go expressing yourself to him. Work on showing him you care and please, quit this 'get West and Ita-chan' together merde. They don't think of each other like that so spend your time getting comfortable with the Ludwig you now know you love."

"Okay, you know best…" Prussia muttered, slowly standing as well. He placed Fritz on his head and looked to France, who was already making his way across the room to leave. "Wait, West was worried about me?"

Stopping at the doorway, France rolled his eyes. "Of course you idiot. He spent the night at Ita-chan's and comes home to find you locked in your room, refusing to reply and come out for three days? He's the one who called me you know."

Red eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, Prussia dashed out of his room, past France, and down the hall within a matter of seconds. Grinning to himself, France watched the albino in love run… Wait… Did he say he kissed Germany? France halted in the hallway, looking over his shoulder at the open office door… Germany had said nothing of it… Eh, that was a problem for another date in time. Those two had other issues to work out…

"WEST!" Prussia screeched, bursting through the office door and throwing himself in his brother's lap. Tears were in his eyes as he nuzzled into Germany's shoulder, ignoring how his heart rate suddenly spiked from the contact. "I'm so sorry West! I didn't mean to make you worry so much! You actually called Francis I had you so worried? West! I'll never do it again, just don't be mad at me!"

"GAH!" Oh yes, what an absolutely splendid way to be greeted by the reason for your inability to be a fully functional and productive member of society. Damn, the cleaning he'd been unable to accomplish. And now more was needed! Another wasted effort at doing paperwork had been underway, sheets held in his hand whilst he skimmed over them. In the sudden received attack said items and their sisters at the edge of the desk were thrown to the ground all in a clutter. It was only in Ludwig's grasping the edge of the tabletop that he managed to keep the two of them from tumbling backward in his chair.

Behind glasses iced spheres twitched and brows furrowed with the onset of the alighting pink cheeks. "Bruder? Warum hast du-?" Several vain attempts were made at dislodging his new found red and white toned leech, but to no avail. Ludwig bit into the corner of his bottom lip in his frustration. Mostly at the blush and awkwardness that formed in this situation.

Awkward. Maybe a proper word for the German general in times such as these. Worked perfectly in correlation with his tentatively patting Gilbert's back. "Erm… I'm not mad… And I mean… You were in there so long, longer than usual… D-Don't do that again without telling me why and we'll be just fine, ja?" It was a pitiful offering of forgiveness, but one all the same in his glancing to the side self-consciously. Annoying France arrived and was hardly present a full hour and suddenly Gilbert was back to normal? Nothing, absolutely nothing Ludwig had done could hold a candle to these results. It was… Disheartening, to say the least.

At least he had his brother back. Maybe, just for now, that was a sufficient enough victory. Furrowing his brows all the more in the continued side glance, Ludwig murmured something. "You… You're probably hungry for real food…"

Right on cue, Prussia's stomach growled loudly. He hadn't noticed how hungry he was until the mentioning of food. When was the last time he ate? Pushing himself off Germany to sit up on his lap, Prussia grinned down at the blond. "Oh I'd love some dinner! I'm starving!" He threw his arms around Germany's neck and nuzzled into him again. "You're the bestest ever~ I love you West~"

And another string of days ensued, these particularly less lacking of a Prussian presence than the first. It was in these that his brother seemed to do a total turnaround from the weeks prior. No longer was he rushing off to be with France or Spain whilst Ludwig was busied with Italy, instead Gilbert took it upon himself to make up for lost time. Thinking of him as a leech before wasn't even close to the near constant connection at the hip that would follow. Reading, working, it was indeed now a hard task to get anything done. First he'd been bothered so much by the isolation he could not possibly keep his thoughts trained on a single task too long, now former hermit was all over him at all hours of the day! No matter how flustered and annoyed Germany got, Gilbert simply would not relinquish his tightened hold on the man.

What's worse, this close contact affected Ludwig more than it ever had. As a child his brother had been especially demonstrative with his affections, always hugging him for no reason at all. Though such displays grew few and far between in the passage of time they continued living nonetheless. So why, then, did Germany feel so incredibly discomforted with them now? Even worse than before…

Oh, he knew why. He definitely knew why. The first few days after Carnaval they had been far too out of focus to make any sense out of, but reoccurring dreams had been plaguing his sleep since that night out. It was only in the renewed fondness at the hands of Gilbert that they rose their angry head to a point of near complete clarity, so much so it was disconcerting. The content of said dream drops made it all the more worse.

'Bruder, Ich gehe für eine kurze Zeit aus. Frühstück ist auf dem Tisch

Ludwig'

With this short note atop a counter in the kitchen Ludwig departed into the early morning at a brisk pace. It was fortunate that Gilbert didn't bother getting up until later into the daylight hours. It was even more auspicious that he didn't start sleeping with Germany these days, considering his birthed actions as of late. Just the thought brought a flush to the Germans countenance and quickened his step that much more. Considering his dreams he most certainly would not like Gilbert sharing his bed.

"Vee~ Doitsu, it's been so long!" It was hard to believe the speed capability of this Italian when he set his mind to it. Not even a fraction of a second had passed after his opening the door to his home that he was attached to the tall German in his doorway. As early as it was the brunet was still in his sleep garb, a dark tank and yellow shorts, and had been rubbing sleep from his eyes in the propping open of the threshold. But the instant he spied that stern brow and firmly held blond strands he was awake.

"Es tut mir leid," Ludwig murmured in apology, patting the head of auburn locks. It was surprising to find his host clothed in sleep. Though it was a bit chilly, it now being early spring. He himself had dressed in a dark T and pants, covered by a khaki colored trench coat. It was normal for it to be colder at his home than the Italian's.

"Come in, come in!"

And so the two friends were seated in the warm living room, Germany now drinking from a glass of offered water with his coat neatly folded and put away until it was time for his exit. No doubt this wouldn't be for a while. In his sipping the cool liquid his brows were furrowed and face stern. This was normal, of course, but Feliciano felt as if his friend were in some serious mission.

"What brings Doitsu to visit, hmm? Ever since Carnaval he's been staying at home with GilGil. France nii-chan explained everything though, so I understand that." Across from him, Feli sat leaning forward with his hands between his knees, grinning.

"Preuβen!" It was a miracle the emptied glass didn't shutter under the forced used in slamming it down on the coffee table between the two men. What's more, Italy didn't seem fazed by the outburst at all, continuing to smile amusedly at a now fuming Ludwig. "First he secludes himself so ardently for three days, and with just one visit from France he's back with a passion! Nothing, I can get absolutely nothing done this way. He's always on me. It's a wonder I can go to the bathroom or sleep in peace!" Twitch, twitch. Both his brow and the corner of his lip trembled slightly. Hints of his teeth were shown unlike his firmly shut eyes in a sort of snarl. This fell apart at the realization of his words. "Sleep…

"Italy, even without his presence I can hardly even do that. Because… Because…" Okay, now he was faltering in his rage, leaning back in his seat on the sofa to look down at his lap. "Ever since Carnaval… Heh, that started it all, didn't it? Everyone's been saying that, 'since Carnaval.' With that night my strange dreams started."

When there was no sign of his continuing on his own, Italy again tipped his torso forward to peer up. Oh, how confused his friend now was. How often did this happen? Tilting his head to the side, he offered an encouraging smile and nod for him to go on with his tale. "Vee?"

After a fair bit of chewing at the inside to his cheek and glancing away the story was indeed allowed to start again. "Every time I sleep, sometimes even when I'm awake, I see the same scene. It's the same as the festival, I know that, or at least I think it is. It never happened though. Bruder and I… Wir… Wir… Wir küssten uns nie…"

And we're back to the loud German yelling at himself more than anything! "We never geküsst that night! But dieser verdammte Traum just keeps coming back to me. It is so strange, ja? To dream of kissing mein Bruder? Stranger still is my returning it! Each and every time I… Hrmmm…" He was about at his limit now. The volume was falling, as were his shoulders. Prior they had been raised in his near shouting, but now they had fallen, almost dejectedly, so he could stare at the table in a forlorn way. It was a grudging sort of desperation, brows furrowed and cheeks painted a deep red, but it was present all right.

An unfamiliar sensation came about in his dreams with the beginning of the reoccurring kiss. As lids fell to veil the eyes of his brother and those lips leaned up towards his Ludwig couldn't stop his bending down to meet him halfway and closing his own eyes. The tilt of his head to deepen the action and allowing his palms to rest around that lithe waist. There was a hunger, a smoldering burst of raw want and pleasure with their joining there. Joining…

A blast of a blush overtook his frame accompanied by the short fit of trembling. While this dream was surprisingly realistic it gave way to something very different in nature, more like dreams in its haze. But even through this fog he understood what it was that occurred in these. A very… Very different kind of joining.

Losing him, he was losing him! "Doitsu?" A slender hand rose to wave itself before the quickly retreating conscious mind still somewhere in Germany's face.

The calling of his name made the general jump to attention. "W-Was?"

Italy permitted himself to return to sitting, having been forced to stand in his moving to break the trance. Flipping at his hair for a short moment, he took a side glance toward the blushing German innocently. "So you dream about kissing GilGil? What are you going to do about it?"

"Ich… Ich weiβ nicht," was a hard admittance indeed. Tactical genius Ludwig didn't know his next course of action in something.

"Weeeell," Italy slurred, now pressing his back into the chair and crossing his legs to absentmindedly kick the topmost foot in the air, "do you like the idea? Of kissing GilGil? Do you enjoy it in the dream?"

"J-Ja…"

"Don't a lot of kisses mean you love someone?"

"Ja."

"More than a friend? More than a sibling?"

"… Ja."

"Sooo~ Maybe Doitsu loves GilGil more than a friend or a brother?" And people got onto him for the inability to tie his shoes. What about the inability to realize your own feelings for someone, hmm? Wasn't that its own form of stupidity?

Stupidity, yes, but not fully. This had in fact crossed Ludwig's mind. A number of times, actually. But it was always tossed aside. Why would he be in love with his own brother? It would ruin everything, everything they had.

"That may be the case, except that-"

"Except that?"

"Except that… He always leaves… Er läuft davon… Er lässt mich zurück. And… I don't think I can stand that again." If Gilbert were to leave, if Prussia were to be taken away from him like that time…

"Hey, hey, you don't know that," Italy consoled. Straight away he was back on the edge of his seat, reaching over the space between them to pat blond hair. "What's wrong with you liking him? Why are you scared of him running away if he finds out?"

At this Ludwig quickly shook off the offered hand, sitting back up to glare at Italy as if he really was as idiotic as he acted. "He's my brother, a man. It isn't right, it isn't proper. I can… Somewhat understand such… Such things for others, but for myself…" So homosexuality really wasn't anything out of the ordinary these days, especially among his own kind. But did you honestly expect someone as straight laced as Ludwig to conform when they were such odd normalcy's? Let's not forget that one of his old bosses, Hitler, hunted homosexuals as well as the Jews. Never mind the fact that they were brothers, it had been understood that incest was a necessary evil to breed a perfect Aryan race. It still gave him a bad feeling, but it was better than feeling this way towards someone of the same sex.

Feliciano knew of this. Close as they were, he knew all of the beliefs that had been pounded into this general's psyche at that time. But God help him, it was about time he got over it. Leaving him to his own devices for a short while, Feliciano stood and left the room undetected to later return fully dressed. "C'mon, we're going to see Spain nii-chan."

Now he was fully aware. Ludwig all at once was being led out of the room. "W-Was?"

"Ita-chan! Ah, y tu amigo-patatas! Entren, entren!" And another one that didn't bother getting up too early if he didn't have to. Wearing a pair of sleep pants – pulled on only for the purpose of answering the door, we all know Antonio doesn't wear clothes to bed – Spain greeted the two countries at his door with a wide and welcoming smile despite the still faintly early hour.

Italy and Germany were ushered inside and soon seated at the Spaniards famous kitchen table, each gifted with a glass of coffee. The latter gladly took it, while the former just sipped at it ever so often. Across the way sat the bright and happy tanned male, tilting his head lightly in a questioning smile. "So, por qué han venido?"

"Doitsu found out he loves GilGil but doesn't want to do anything about it because GilGil is a man like him! Doitsu is a fag~"

Both German and Spaniard turned to stare at the horrifically blunt Italian after his outburst, now sitting there with a wide smile of his own and kicking his legs back and forth in the chair. The former, of course, felt his eyebrow twitch at an increasing pace and actually appeared ready to strangle his best friend. After the initial shock our second surprised country burst into a fit of laughter, clutching his side. Like brother like brother, Ludwig stood to leave with this response, but was calmed by an Italian's tugging back to sit and a Spaniard's asking for forgiveness.

"Lo siento, amigo-patatas… Hee, lo siento. I laugh only because," he wiped away a tear, a tear, "I'm so happy that this is finally out! Now Franny and I don't have to dance around you two idiot lovebirds! It was so difficult, te digo, tan difícil!"

Why was he even here? Germany didn't know, sitting there across from a hysterical Spaniard with his arms crossed and brow twitching dangerously.

It occurred to Antonio finally that he was upsetting the reason for the visit. With some time he managed to sit up again and appear somewhat serious, though he was still grinning. "Lo siento, amigo-patatas. At any rate, what's wrong with loving another hombre? There are so few chicas among us, sí? And those can be tan asustadizo sometimes." Here he cleared his throat. "Don't you respect Roma? Many of his people understood that love could be between those of the mismo género as it could be of the same. Why does it matter? You love who you love, sí? You can feel passion for whoever you want. I mean, why do you think you love GilGil?"

"Ich weiß nicht!" And again with the banging on tables with cups. Oh, was that a pulsing vein now? Standing with his palms flat against the tabletop, Ludwig grinded his teeth in pure frustration. "He's one of the most disorderly and lazy people I've ever known! No matter how angry I get he still does whatever he wants because his ego is so verdammt groß it should be impossible! All he ever does is play his damn videogames or complain!"

The audience of two consisted of an Italian sipping at his coffee and a grinning Spaniard. "Tanta pasión~"

The face that is the pure embodiment of realization and sudden understanding was formed. Wide blue eyes simply stared, gears in the brain behind them slowing to accommodate just one thought. Ludwig did love Prussia…

Chapter Five End

*sniffsniff* Well… Haya-chan took away bits of my German… As well as some of the Spanish… Not as much translating to do… *hic* But hey, now we have adorable Gil and adorable Luddy! Does the Ludster get any love, people?

Blechkoller = This is what's known as 'tinfright', a kind of nervous tension and hysteria of those in U-Boats hit with serious attacks. I mean, who wouldn't be scared getting holes blown into your place when you're under water? Thought it was fitting due to Prussia being isolated then keeping Luddy inside and slowly making him go crazy as well XD

Bonjour? Est ce Ludwig? C'est une surprise! Qu'est-ce que tu besoin? = Hello? Is this Ludwig? This is a surprise! What do you need?

Allemands = Germans

mon cher = My dear

frère précieux = precious brother

amour = love

merde = shit

Kannst… Kannst du mir helfen? = Can… Can you help me?

Bruder? Warum hast du-? = Brother? Why have you-?

Bruder, Ich gehe für eine kurze Zeit aus. Frühstück ist auf dem Tisch = Brother, I am going out for a short while. Breakfast is on the table

Es tut mir leid = I'm sorry

Preuβen! = Prussia!

Bruder and I… Wir… Wir… Wir küssten uns nie… = Brother and I… We… We… We never kissed

We never geküsst that night! But dieser verdammte Traum just keeps coming back to me = We never kissed that night! But this damn dream just keeps coming back to me

W-Was? = Wh-What?

Ich weiß nicht = I don't know

Er läuft davon… Er lässt mich zurück = He runs away… He leaves me behind

so verdammt groß = So damned big

Ah, y tu amigo-patatas! Entren, entren! = Ah, and your potato-friend! Come in, come in!

So, por qué han venido? = So, why are you here?

Lo siento, amigo patatas... Hee, lo siento = Sorry, potato-friend… Hee, sorry

It was so difficult, te digo, tan difícil! = It was so difficult, I tell you, so difficult!

Hombre = man

tan asustadizo = So scary

mismo género = Same gender

Tanta pasión~ = So much passion~