A/N: Yeah this is fairly short and not too specific. But it's just a filler, I suppose. Necessary but tiny. We are building up to WWI now, so the next chapter will be full of war.

And the Schlieffen word, referring to the Schlieffen plan Germany created in 1905. History! :D Anyway, if you're still here, awesome! Thanks a lot guys and girls :) Got any ideas, let me know! Thanks!

"Now, do tell me your feelings on the matter." France demanded, pushing his fake wire glasses up his nose with the hand that was holding a pencil. The beautiful blond man was sitting crossed legged in a small chair out in the backyard of Prussia's house.

"I have feelings on it?" Prussia asked. The albino was lounging across the grass beside the chair, his jacket tossed to the side as the afternoon sun had warmed him enough to not need it any longer.

France shrugged his shoulders. He was unsure what to think.

"Of course, I have feelings…But they are probably not the good kind." The Prussian sighed, speaking up this time. "Maybe I worry a little. Things seem to be heating up. Russia, Austria… Everybody."

With a slight nod, France shifted in his chair. He was worried as well. "Unfortunately… I get that feeling when I think about it. That something big is stirring up…" The Frenchman then chuckled lightly. "But it could easily blow over. Hopefully. Do not take me up on that."

"Oh, I won't…" Prussia stifled a smirk and rolled onto his side, looking up at his friend, squinting a little. "You would think something would be done quicker, right?"

"Do you know something that I don't?" France grabbed the arm rests of his chair.

Prussia tilted his head. "I am surprised you willingly came here. And that they let you."

"No…" France rose out of the chair. "I snuck out…"

"Daring." Prussia's smirk broke through. France swallowed loudly, shaking his head. "I am glad you did, though. After all, you are my best friend, and I enjoy spending time with you and Antonio."

The chair fell over backwards, long legs knocking it down as the French nation hastily moved backwards away from the sprawling albino. He was not scared by any means, not of his best friend. Of course not. But perhaps he was getting that warning feeling now.

"Where is Antonio anyway?" Prussia asked nonchalantly, sitting up in the grass.

"I don't know." France paused. "Maybe I will talk to him later. He is not too far from me. I will just… write when I see him."

Now Prussia was on his feet. "Leaving already? But it was such a short visit!" He complained, voice whiny.

Sky blue eyes narrowed a tiny bit, soft blond hair blowing around a pale face in the wind. Ruby eyes locked with those blue ones, holding him right in place, emotionless and hard.

There was a tense silence. Then…

"Franz Ferdinand…" The blond swallowed again. "Things have been tense since that day, weeks ago. And Russia… his treaty with England and I, is something that has been keeping me awake at night thinking. What is going to happen?"

Prussia shrugged his shoulders. "If I knew, I would tell you." Prussia was a good liar.

"I bet." France nodded slowly, looking down his nose at Prussia, chin jutting out. "I should go." His voice had hardened considerably.

Prussia took a few steps forwards. "Should you really? I don't think staying would cause too much trouble! We could play a game."

"No!" France snapped, causing the albino's eyes to widen a bit. France closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. "I apologize… But still. I need to go." His teeth were gritted. "It was nice to see you again, Gil. I hope to see you soon…"

Prussia nodded, making no move to come closer. "I hope so as well. I miss you, Franny."

"I miss you, too." France took another step back, feeling a shiver run through his body. "But I must go now… I just… I hate to think of what would happen if I stayed." There, he had said it. Only because this was his best friend in the world before him. Only because.

When the French nation had turned his back, reluctantly but determined to leave, Prussia chuckled lowly and watched him go. "Schlieffen, Francis… It may or may not work, but we can still try, can't we?"