There is NO WAY that I, the Awesome Prussia, am in love.
Since West and Italy (finally) got together, and after seeing how mushy they get around each other, I've been even more adamant that I am never going to be part of that gross lovey-dovey stuff. Leave that shit to France.
Back when I was the Order of the Teutonic Knights, love or any other kind of attachment was discouraged. It made you weak, they said, and I was meant to be strong. So I acted arrogant and full of myself around everyone else, and just like I wanted, no one was willing to get close to me.
Well, there was Hungary, but that was just weird. I mean, we both thought she was a dude for years! By the time I realized how much I cared for her, she had already married Austria. They eventually divorced, but Hungary and I were clearly never meant to be. The bruises that I have from every time she beat me up with her skillet prove that. After that, I swore I wouldn't slip up again and get feelings for someone.
And then Canada wandered (quite literally) into my life and everything changed.
It wasn't just maple syrup he gave me on that fateful day. He gave me his friendship, which meant a shoulder to cry on when the memories of my past were too much, a chance to peel off my mask of narcissism and be myself, and best of all, someone who understood how utterly alone I feel at times.
I told him about Hungary and he tried to help me by telling how he thought I should make things more romantic. I don't think he understood that I've fallen out of love with her and now just want to be good friends with her again.
But with Canada…I get these feelings in my stomach, like a lot of tiny Gilbirds fluttering their wings against my insides. But I'm scared of those feelings. I know things have changed since the old times, but I still can't help but wonder if how I'm feeling is a sin. Even if it's not a sin against God, it must be a sin to want to taint someone so remarkably pure among hundreds of nations whose hands are stained from war.
Sometimes I think I don't deserve his friendship. I was, and still am, a warrior, and he keeps peace. I'm a member of the Bad Touch Trio, and I doubt he's ever so much as kissed a girl. I am hard where he is soft, cold where he is warm.
Damn, when did I get to be such a poet?
It's not like I've gone soft because I care deeply for someone as warm, caring, sincere, thoughtful, sweet, and adorable as my Birdie-
Oh.
Oh shit, I AM in love.
And I've been an utter fool not to realize that before.