Throughout the day, Prussia couldn't shake off the weight of his guilt. He knew he had crossed a line and hurt America in the process. But every time he tried to approach the young nation to apologize, America seemed to find a reason to avoid him, always moving away, always preoccupied with his duties.
As the hours passed, Prussia found himself sitting alone at the buffet table, his appetite gone. He watched from a distance as America sat with England, Canada, and Russia, engaging in discussions and taking an active role in brokering deals for peace. There was a newfound focus and determination in America's eyes, a clear sign that he was fully committed to his responsibilities as a nation.
Seeing America so dedicated and serious made Prussia feel even worse. He knew that his impulsive actions had caused a rift between them, and he desperately wanted to make things right. But he also understood that he couldn't force forgiveness, and he needed to respect America's need for space.
As the day's meetings came to an end, Prussia decided to take a different approach. Instead of seeking out America again, he approached Canada, feeling the need to apologize for putting him in an uncomfortable position.
"Hey, Canada, can we talk for a moment?" Prussia asked, his tone genuine and sincere.
Canada looked up, a mix of surprise and wariness in his eyes. "Uh, sure, I guess," he replied cautiously.
Prussia took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I wanted to say that I'm really sorry for what happened between us the other night. It was wrong of me to put you in that situation, and I didn't consider how it might affect you and America."
Canada's guard softened a little, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah, it wasn't fair to either of us," he admitted.
"I know, and I promise I won't let something like that happen again," Prussia said earnestly. "You're important to me, and I don't want to jeopardize our friendship."
Canada looked at Prussia, his heart still wounded but appreciative of the sincerity in his words. "Thank you for apologizing," he said softly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "It really did make me uncomfortable, and I felt caught in the middle."
Prussia nodded, his expression serious. "I understand, and I'm truly sorry for putting you in that position. It was selfish of me, and I regret it."
Canada sighed, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "I just... I want things to be okay between us," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I value our friendship, and I don't want to lose that."
Prussia reached out and placed a hand on Canada's shoulder, a gesture of comfort and understanding. "I don't want to lose our friendship either," he said earnestly. "And I promise I'll do better. I'll respect your boundaries and not let my feelings cloud my judgment."
Canada nodded, feeling a sense of relief that Prussia was willing to change and acknowledge his mistakes. "Thank you," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe in second chances, and I hope we can move past this."
Prussia smiled back, a sense of gratitude in his eyes. "I won't take your forgiveness for granted," he said. "And I'll work hard to be the friend you deserve."
As they sat there, the weight of Prussia's infatuation for Canada felt like a heavy burden, but he knew he had to let it go. He realized that holding onto something unattainable was only hurting their friendship. He needed to focus on being a supportive friend to Canada and respecting the boundaries that were necessary for their relationship to flourish.
As Russia approached, Prussia couldn't help but sense the tension in the air. He knew that Russia had a complicated relationship with Canada, and he was well aware of Russia's intimidating presence when he was upset. Prussia took a step back, trying to gauge Russia's mood and intentions.
"Russia," Prussia said cautiously, "I see you're probably upset about what happened the other night. I want you to know that I've talked to Canada about it, and I've apologized."
Russia's icy gaze remained fixed on Prussia, his demeanor unreadable. "Apologies may be a start, but they don't erase what happened," he replied, his voice low and controlled. "Canada means a lot to me, and I won't let anyone hurt him."
Prussia nodded, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I understand, and I never intended to hurt him," he said sincerely. "I care about Canada too, and I would never want to jeopardize your relationship with him."
Russia's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but the anger in his eyes was still evident. "You would do well to remember that," he warned, his voice holding a veiled threat.
Prussia knew better than to push Russia further. He respected the Russian nation, and he didn't want to worsen the situation. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied, taking another step back as a sign of deference.
With a final nod, Prussia excused himself, leaving Russia standing there, his aura of rage still palpable. As Prussia walked away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of regret and relief. He knew that navigating relationships between nations could be tricky, especially when emotions were involved, but he was determined to do right by his friends and allies. And as he looked back at Canada and Russia, he knew that he had to let go of his infatuation and focus on being the best friend he could be.
As the day wore on, America found himself engrossed in various discussions and negotiations, trying his best to stay focused on his duties as a nation. Despite the chaos of the meetings and the weight of responsibilities, he couldn't help but notice Prussia's distant and subdued behavior in the periphery of his vision.
America couldn't shake off the worry that had settled in his heart after witnessing the encounter between Prussia and Russia earlier. He knew that Prussia had feelings for Canada, and seeing Russia's reaction had only added to his concerns. As much as America had been trying to avoid Prussia, he couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that something was wrong.
Yet, the meetings demanded his attention, and he found himself engrossed in conversation with England, discussing the intricacies of a trade deal. Despite the pressing matters at hand, America's thoughts kept drifting back to Prussia, and he couldn't help but feel guilty for pushing him away.
As the day drew to a close, America finally found a moment to step away from the discussions. He spotted Prussia from afar, still looking a bit forlorn and isolated. He wanted to approach him, to check on him, but the memories of the past nights and the confusion surrounding their feelings made him hesitate.
So instead America found himself walking back to his hotel room, he couldn't shake the turmoil inside him. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. He found himself torn between his feelings for Germany, who made him feel secure and supported, and his attraction to Prussia, who brought excitement and unpredictability into his life.
The recent events with Prussia had only added to the complexity of their relationship. America couldn't deny that he enjoyed the moments of intimacy they had shared, but he couldn't ignore the guilt he felt for pushing Prussia away. He wanted to talk to him, to clear the air and figure out where they stood, but he feared the potential fallout of such a conversation. He couldn't help but wonder about Prussia's true feelings and intentions. He knew that Prussia had shown an interest in Canada before, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of them together. He questioned whether Prussia was using him as a distraction from his infatuation with Canada, or if there was something deeper between them
At the same time, he couldn't help but feel distant from Germany. The serious tone of their discussions and the focus on political matters had created a divide between them. Without Prussia's playful and mischievous presence, Germany seemed more stoic and reserved than ever.
As America entered his hotel room and closed the door behind him, he let out a frustrated sigh. He knew he needed time to sort through his feelings, to understand what he truly wanted. It wasn't fair to anyone involved to rush into decisions while he was still grappling with his emotions.
He glanced at his phone, contemplating whether he should reach out to Prussia. But he hesitated, unsure of what to say or how to approach the situation. Maybe it would be better to give each other some space, to let things settle before they tried to talk.
The world kept turning, and there were pressing matters that needed his attention. He needed to be the strong and responsible leader that the other nations relied on. America planned to throw himself into his responsibilities, he couldn't shake off the words England had said to him. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease about trusting others. The memory of Prussia's advances towards Canada weighed heavily on his mind, adding to the complexity of his emotions. America felt a need to protect himself, to shield his heart from potential hurt. And so, he kept Prussia at arm's length, focusing on being a diplomatic leader and putting the needs of his nation first.
Germany entered the lounge, his mind preoccupied with the upcoming meetings and the never-ending tasks that demanded his attention. He was so focused on his work that it took him a moment to notice the absence of Prussia and America.
Upon seeing only Canada and Russia in the lounge, Germany cleared his throat awkwardly, setting his binder and laptop on the table. "Ah, guten Abend," he greeted them. "I thought Prussia and America would be here. Do you know where they are?"
Canada glanced at Russia, who shrugged slightly. "I saw Prussia heading out for a walk," Russia replied calmly. "As for America, I'm not sure. He might be in his hotel room."
Germany nodded, processing the information. "I see. Well, they must have their reasons," he said, trying to hide the hint of concern in his voice. "I'll just catch up with them later."
Canada noticed the tension in Germany's shoulders and wanted to offer some comfort. "Are you alright, Germany? You seem a bit on edge," he asked gently.
Germany forced a small smile, appreciating Canada's concern. "I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind with the upcoming meetings and all," he replied, not wanting to burden them with his worries of the twos absence.
Russia, ever perceptive, leaned back in his chair, studying Germany. "You work too much, my friend. You need to take a break," he said, his voice laced with care.
Germany sighed, realizing that he was indeed overworking himself. "You're right, as always," he admitted, finally allowing himself to relax a little. "Maybe I should also take a walk, clear my head."
Meanwhile, Prussia wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind still haunted by the recent events with America. He knew he had made a mistake, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the bond he once shared with America, and how he had let it slip away.
As Germany stepped outside, he decided to call Prussia, hoping to gain some insight into the situation with America. He took out his phone and dialed his brother's number, waiting for him to pick up.
"Hey, Bruder," Germany greeted when Prussia finally answered the call.
"Hey, West!" Prussia's voice sounded a little distant, and Germany could sense that something was bothering him.
"I noticed that America seemed a bit off today," Germany said carefully, not wanting to push Prussia too much. "Did you talk to him?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Prussia sighed. "I tried, but he's been avoiding me," he admitted. "I messed up, West. I shouldn't have kissed Canada, and I shouldn't have pushed America away."
Germany could hear the guilt and regret in Prussia's voice, but Germany felt frustration building up inside him as he had hoped that his brother would have talked to America by now. As it seemed like nothing had been resolved. He understood that Prussia was likely grappling with his own emotions, but Germany couldn't help but feel disappointed by his Brother's inaction.
Determined to find a resolution, Germany hanging up on prussia he dialed America's number. However, to his dismay, the call went straight to voicemail. Germany took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check as he left a message.
"Hey, America, it's Germany. I... I know things have been tough between us, and I want to talk about it. Please, whenever you're ready, give me a call. I value our friendship, and I want to work things out. Danke."
After leaving the message, Germany felt a mix of relief and unease. He hoped that America would call back soon, but he knew that these matters took time. Germany decided to give America space, hoping that he would reach out when he was ready.
Back in his hotel room, America listened to Germany's voicemail, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew that he had been avoiding both Germany and Prussia, but he also couldn't deny the hurt and confusion he was experiencing.
Part of him wanted to call Germany back right away, to confront the issues between them and find a way to mend their friendship. But another part of him was afraid of the emotions that would come with that conversation.
Feeling overwhelmed, America set his phone aside and took a moment to gather his thoughts. He knew that he couldn't keep avoiding the situation forever, but he needed more time to process everything that had happened.
In the meantime, Germany and Prussia's unresolved feelings hung in the air, casting a shadow over their once-tight-knit trio. The next steps were uncertain, but they all knew that facing their emotions and being honest with each other was the only way forward.