Prussia POV
The days go by as they usually do with the exception of Matthew getting better and stronger quickly. I help him train every night, helping him with the course, and giving him some pointers. We slowly grow to have a hidden relationship. I give him a little pet name, Birdie, and he calls me Gil-kun in return. He advances through the ranks faster than anyone ever has. In the course of one short year, he's made me so proud. And tonight, he's becoming a Generalleutnant. A rank below my brother and myself.
At dinner I get the honor of giving him the new title. He beams a bit, and there's a soft gleam in his blue-violet eyes when he gets it.
"Glückwünsche (congratulations) Generalleutnant Williams." I tell him, offering him my hand.
"Danke shön(thank you) General Beilschmidt." He's been getting better at his German, but he still has a little trouble. We shake hands, people applaud, and we go back to our respected seats, people congratulating him.
"There's something different about you when you're with him." West tells me when I sit back down. I immediately deny him.
"No there's not. What are you talking about?"
"Your eyes soften, you look at him differently, und you seem more relaxed around him."
"It doesn't mean anything."
"Sure."
"It doesn't."
"I believe you." I let the subject drop before he figures out anything he doesn't already know.
After dinner, it's dark outside. I grab Birdie and pull him to the woods where we always meet up.
"Gil-kun?"
I hug him and spin him around. He lightly giggles, getting me to softly laugh. I hug him, holding him close after I finish the spinning. "I'm so proud of you Birdie." I whisper.
"Merci." he whispers back. I've learned to tolerate, and even like the soft French he speaks every now and then.
I cup his chin gently with my hand and kiss him. It's soft at first, but I slowly assert myself, asking for entrance to his mouth after a minute.
He lets me.
I happily let my tongue roam around in his mouth. I can taste the German food he just had, but there's also a faint hint of maple syrup. He smells a bit like maple too. I let my thinking stop and just enjoy his sent, his taste, him.
All too soon, though, the need to breathe comes, interrupting. I break our kiss. Birdie buries his head in my chest, and I burry my face in his silky blonde hair, breathing in his scent.
"Gil-kun? What if… what if someone finds out?" he quietly murmurs into my chest, holding onto me tighter.
"Don't worry Birdie. Mach dir keine Sorgen. No one will find out about us. I promise Birdie." I stroke his hair, gently, breathing the words in his ear. He rests his head on my shoulder, content for the moment.
"And thanks for saving me that day." he says after a minute or so.
"You're welcome." I gently and slowly run my hand down his back, continuing to stroke his hair.
"What if…I had been…an enemy soldier?" I stop moving my hands, and tense a bit. Had he remembered?
"Why do you ask?"
"Just," he readjusts his head on my shoulder to make himself more comfortable, "what if? Would I be dead?"
"Birdie." I sigh and continue running my hand down his back and stroking his hair. "If you were an enemy, and if I had just got lost in your eyes, saw you like I see you, I would have saved you still. But I would have kept you for myself."
He softly laughs. "Kind of like this?"
"Yeah." I sneak my hand under the bottom of his shirt and rub his lower back. He moves away from my touch a bit at first, not expecting it, but he then relaxes.
A few minutes later, I unwillingly let go of Birdie.
"Eh? What is it?" he asks, looking up at me tiredly.
"We have that attack tomorrow. You need your rest."
"Right. Almost forgot about that." I smile at his accent before we gently kiss good-night and go back to our respected tents.
A/N~ yeah, sorry it's kinda short, and the military stuff may have been wrong, but i know nothing of that kinda of thing. anyway, i needed to end this chapter on a good note...