Rating for this chapter: T because of Prussia's mouth.

Warning: some language, bad English, a kiss.

I am sorry: This chapter contains a lot of thinking and talking!

After valentines: Chapter six

After almost one hour trying, he had finally succeeded to remain concentrated on his task, and only that.

Germany was now deeply focused on his work and there was nothing else in his mind than work. Forgotten, the confusing feelings; Forgotten, the parasite thoughts. In the state of concentration he was in now, nothing else than his true – primary - function mattered.

His mind was 'at home' when focused on his nation's duties. But, of course, Germany didn't realize it.

That state of mind could be compared to meditation, a moment of intense, yet unaware, introspection. When Germany was taking care of his country's matters, he was taking care of his very self. But this was not an egoistical task, not when his 'self' represented millions of people.

Busy in his own universe, Germany was in peace with himself, again.

'KNOCK. KNOCK'

-" WEST! Guess who came to visit?"

Germany snapped out of his trance and glared at the locked door.

-" Bruder?" He squeaked out in a such un-manly voice that made him squirm uncomfortably.

-" So, will you let me in?" Prussia sung from the other side of the heavy door.

Germany cleared his throat. " Can't you come back later? I'm busy!"

-" West! My time is precious, I won't waste it waiting for you to open this door!"

-" Gilbert, please! I really need to finish this!"

There was no spoken reply, but the door was thrown off its hinges by a violent boot kick. The massive wood separated from its support with a loud crack, followed by an even louder bang when it collided painfully with the wooden floor.

Germany, still seated behind his desk, glared at his smirking brother who was standing proudly in the door-less frame, fists on his hips.

-" Now that this is settled, what about you welcome me as you should?"

Germany kept glaring at him and crossed his arms in deny, but Prussia couldn't care less and threw himself at his brother for a suffocating hug. He didn't look like it, but the Prussian nation was strong.

Germany hugged back a little, much by reflex, before pushing his brother away gently.

-" What is the purpose of your visit?" He asked, leaning back on his seat. Prussia sighed and sat up directly on Germany's desk.

-" Nyo! Don't talk to me as if I were one of your politician! I need no fucking reason to visit my little bro!"

-" I guess not" Germany simply said, eyeing his unfinished work insistently. Anyone else than Prussia would have taken the hint and left Germany to his work. But it was Prussia and he couldn't care less if his brother didn't get to finish his task at hand as long as Gilbert wanted to stay in his office.

-" I heard things" Gilbert said after a short moment of silence. He looked down at his nails as he asked, knowing that Germany would probably look away if he stared directly at him.

Ludwig was still staring at his documents but looked back at Gilbert when he spoke.

-" Heard what?"

Prussia grabbed at brief opener and removed some dirt from under his nail.

-" You're losing your mind." He said calmly.

Germany frowned, he took his tool back, wiped it on his sleeve and replied with annoyance. " I am not. What makes you think that?"

This time, Prussia looked at him.

-" I can tell only by looking at you!" Gilbert explained calmly. He was being serious here and he had no intention to mock his brother, not this time. " It's obvious you have had short nights lately..." He pointed at the dark skin under Germany's eyes. "Also, you have lost weight and you look tired, and not only physically."

Germany sighed deeply and lied:

-" I've had a lot of work these days"

Prussia hopped off the desk and walked around it to face his brother. "Don't serve these bullshit lies, not to me! Four-eyed pansy (he means Austria) told me everything.

Germany sighed again, in defeat, and looked away. Prussia smirked internally, he knew how to pull Ludwig' strings.

-" So, my little bruder is in love..." He said in a sarcastic, yet tender, tone he used back when Ludwig was still a kid.

-" I don't know."

-" Your timing sucks, West." Gilbert shock his head. "Now is really not the time for these kind of foolish feelings!"

-" As if I didn't know" Germany looked back at him and frowned. " It feel on me like...just like..."

-" A disease?"

-" Yeah, something like that. Do we really have to talk about it?" Germany lowered his voice, obviously embarrassed.

"Of course we have to! You need to snap out of it" Prussia " Before you got yourself in trouble!"

He didn't like the sarcasms-filled huff that Germany let out then. He didn't like it at all.

-" What?" The Prussian asked, frowning. " How far did you go in your fantasies, West?"

Germany glanced in his brother's eyes and bit his lower lips. Prussia had seen that face a long time ago, it was the face of a young boy who had just done something very bad.

-" West?" He enquired lowly.

-" Proposed him..."

-" Proposed what?"

-" I proposed him...With a ring."

Prussia whined. Yes, as out of character as it may seems, Gilbert Beillschmitd whined.

-" West! For fuck' shake! What had gotten into you to make you do such a STUPID thing?"

Germany looked down, ashamed. " I forgot."

-"You forgot?" Prussia tilted his head on one side, getting annoyed.

-" I forgot that I was a nation. Since I am dating him, I kinda forgot about the rest" He admitted finally.

Prussia stared at him, eyes wide.

"Dating? You two have been dating? For how long?"

Germany sighed-again- and told his brother everything. He told him about the red roses Feliciano had offered him on Valentines day, what he had thought was an unspoken declaration of love. He told him about the books he has spent the week reading in order to comprehend what 'dating' meant. And, finally, he explained what had happened when he had given the tomato-shaped ring to Italy.

He couldn't stop talking, feeling relieved to be able to confide into someone. He told Prussia about his confusion, the questions to which he couldn't find an answer, feelings he couldn't suppress or control.

Prussia listened, nodding from time to time and never interrupting. He just listened, looking thoughtful as his little brother spilled his heart.

-" I see." He said when Germany was done speaking. " You don't know how he feels about it."

-" He's confusing to say the least. I was never able to understand him, even before that!"

Gilbert bit his lips, thinking his next words carefully.

-" You know, if I understand well the situation, it seems that Italy and you have never really talked about it...Maybe the roses he gave you didn't mean what you thought they meant..." He said slowly.

-" What are you trying to say?"

-" Well, you know how Italy is...Maybe he didn't realize what he was doing. When you thought you and he were an item, maybe he wasn't seeing things that way."

Germany didn't reply to that right away. He stared at Prussia with a blank expression.

-" Are you implying that Italy and I were actually not dating?" he said eventually.

-" It's just a supposition. Anyway, he didn't react well to the ring, right?"

-" He looked scared, I don't understand why."

Germany put his head in his hand and let out yet another exasperated sigh.

Prussia ruffed his brother's hair and chuckled a little- he needed to do that to relieve himself from the tension. " Come on, West! You'll have time to settle things once this war is over, ja? Germany first, Ludwig later, all right?"

Germany shock his head. " Easy for you to tell..."

Prussia didn't like that reaction. He needed to do something, for the sake of a country that he was also part of, for an Empire that had yet to be built, for the sake of the new Europe's future. Personal issues could be taken care of later: There would be plenty time for this once the rest would be settled.

-" We need to talk you out of it!" He said, putting his hands flat on Germany's knees and leaning in. " You have other things to worry about! Seriously, West! And I am the one to tell you that?"

-" Of course, I know."

The lack of defiance in Germany's voice made Gilbert even more worried.

-" Is it a case of sex-deprivation or something?"

Ludwig stared at him, surprised. " What?"

-" Because if it is the case, it can be solved easily"

-" No, I..." Germany couldn't finish his sentence, Gilbert suddenly and swiftly leaned in, tilting his face to the side, he efficiently silenced Ludwig by pressing his lips to his forcefully.

If he had been confused before, there was no more word fitting his state of mind now. Ludwig couldn't really process what was happening exactly. Later it would be his excuse to why he had not reacted right away.

That kind of intimate contact was something he had never experienced before.

Of course, Germany knew what a kiss was; he had seen other people do that and he had read about it in his romance books.

But he had only a vague idea of what that particular gesture meant. It was something the men in his books did to the woman they loved, but he had no idea why they were doing that.

He had never really thought about it, never thought he would ever do it and he had certainly not expected that someone would ever kiss him.

Certainly not Gilbert.

By the time Ludwig had tried to analyse his situation, Prussia had gotten comfortably seated on his brother's lap, his tongue had sneaked in and was now exploring a warm mouth and caressing another tongue that didn't seem to want to respond. Gilbert didn't care, his mind was set in the present, enjoying the moment for as long as it would last.

Germany's first coherent thought was that the contact felt rather nice. He liked the warmth spreading in his limbs, the fuzzy sensations in his stomach, he enjoyed the sensitivity he didn't know his mouth had.

Be it by reflex or not, his hands moved to hold his brother's waist and Ludwig let out a low moan; His first moan of pleasure that wasn't caused by some delicious food, a fresh breeze in a particular warm summer day or a warm shower after a day of hard work.

He indulged into the kiss, not really realizing what he was doing. He liked how the tongue in his mouth was brushing against his. Tentatively, he responded to it and moved his tongue along his brother's, slowly.

Germany wondered how it would feel to do this with Italy and his mind made up his fantasy: Suddenly, He was no longer in his office, but somewhere in the open, on a bright day. The sky was blue, he was sitting under a flower tree, with Italy.

They had just finished their picnic and they had lied down for a digestive nap. But they weren't sleeping, no, they were looking at each other, smiling, moving closer and not even realizing it. Next, they were kissing, just like that. Of course they cared about nothing else than that, the moment too precious to be spoiled by parasite thoughts and Ludwig forgot again who he was for the sake of who he wanted to be.

The moan Prussia let out awakened Ludwig from his reverie. It was as if he just realized now what was happening, Prussia kissing him, his own brother!

The concept of homosexuality or incest didn't cross his mind. He was oblivious to them, because they applied only to humans and, contrary to them, he had received no education about these morale concepts.

But there was a voice in the back of his conscious, an insistent voice that sounded so much like his own, that whispered to him that what is was doing was completely and utterly wrong. Because Prussia was not Italy, Ludwig couldn't allow himself to keep that up. He remembered what he had done to Austria after he had read chapter 4. Panicked, he had jumped on Austria in order to learn the last lesson of his book as fast as possible. The experience had been disappointing and awkward and he'd rather not think about it ever again!

He didn't want to have that same uncomfortable feeling around his brother.

The hand on Prussia waist suddenly pushed him away, quite brutally. Not expecting that, Gilbert stumbled backward and fell on his butt in front of Germany.

Ludwig stared at him, silent for a brief moment, then he turned back to his desk and took his pen and documents, looking away from Prussia.

-"I really need to finish this" He declared with a neutral voice.

Gilbert blinked from his spot on the floor but he managed to stand up, keeping his legs from trembling, and walked toward the broken door.

-"I'll see you later, then." He said, leaving Germany to his work. There was plenty things left to be said, but Prussia knew he wouldn't find the good words now, and he wanted to spare West and himself some un-awesome situation. He would retreat now and leave Germany in peace for the time being. That evening, he would come back for dinner and act like his usual self to break the awkwardness.

Later, he hoped, they would be able to talk seriously about the whole situation. Germany needed help and Prussia wanted to find a solution, both for his brother and their country's future.

TBC

A.N: Sorry for yet another too short chapter! I know that this story is painfully slow but I'm more comfortable writing one scene at a time. I'll try to speed it up in the next chapters. Also, if you don't like the GerPru (or germancest) pairing, I will have to disappoint you because they'll be more of it later v.v