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Chapter 13: Feelings
The Hungarian was most surprised at the question. "W-well, you want to see him or her again. And you don't want to lose him or her. You think about him or her constantly. You do things to impress him or her and you can't wait to share good news with him or her. Why do you want to know? Are you in l-" She got cut off when Gilbert replied, "Ok, danke," and hung up. She stared at the phone in amazement. "Roderich," she said, turning to the Austrian. "I think Gilbert is in love."
Gilbert sprawled out on his bed and sighed. Was he in love? Or was he just being overly appreciative? Two out of five of Eliza's signs rung true for Gilbert. But five out of five rung true for Alfred. "Is Alfred...in love with me?" he thought to himself.
Meanwhile in Washington DC, Alfred was being scolded by his new boss, Harry S. Truman. "Alfred, I thought you were smarter than that! Why on Earth would you televise that interview?! Not to mention, you only made things worse with the Russians with your outburst at the end!" He slapped Alfred upside the head. "The citizens of America were not convinced by your interview. I, as the president of the United Sates, am going to give Gilbert back to the Russians."
"No! You can't!" Alfred cried.
"Think of all the lives that could be saved."
"I like the idea of being a hero, but I can't let you do that."
"Why the hell not?!" Truman roared.
"Because...I love him." Alfred hung his head.
Truman's eyes widened and he took a step back. Alfred continued to hang his head.
"Alfred, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me it's not true."
"Sir, I would be lying if I did that." Truman's eyes were so wide you'd think they would pop right out of his head. But, he was a president, so he recovered quickly. "Nevertheless, I want you to take the German prisoner back to Russia. And that is an order!"
"Yes, sir..." Alfred sluggishly saluted and walked out. He drove to his house and slammed the door. Tony, his alien friend, gave him a quizzical look before returning back to his video game. Alfred slowly walked up to his room. He flopped down on his Amerimochi pillow given to him by Kiku. Small tears started to fall and he didn't bother to wipe them away. The small tears were soon streaming, but Alfred didn't move. He buried his head into the mochi pillow and quietly sobbed.
A/N
Ahhhh yessss, the feels~ Hehe! Yes, the truth that you have been suspecting and waiting for is finally revealed. Anyways, you know the drill! Reviews, favs, and follows are welcome and appreciated!