It was the middle of the world meeting and like all ways I was bored so I let my eye’s wander around the room. France and England were fighting, literally at each others necks one choking the other. Italy was cooing about pasta. Japan and hungary were chatting about yaoi. Prussia was flirting with Austria and Spain with Romano.
Then my eye’s drifted over to Germany, the tall blond looked pretty pissed, his eye’s closed tightly with rage. Suddenly he stood up out of his seat banged his hands hard against the table and yelled, his voice booming through the meeting room. “EVERYBODY SILENCE, VE ARE HERE TO SOLVE THE WORLDS PROBLEMS UND NOT CREATE NEW ONES, SO IF YOU ALL SHUT UP VE CAN GET THIZ MEETING UNDERWAY, EVERYONE VILL HAVE A CHANCE TO SPEAK, BUT THEY MAY ONLY SPEAK FOR FIVE MINUTES BEFORE VE SWITCH TO THE NEXT PERSON, THERE ARE TO BE NO INTERRUPTIONS, UNDERSTAND!” the whole room remained dead silent “GOOD, *ahem* good, vight then vho vishes to go first”
Italy slowly raised his hands “Oh, oh me, me pick-a me, Germany”
“Don’t do anything stupid youBastaro!” Romano snapped harshly at his younger brother, which I thought was rather cruel of him, I mean I would never do that to Mattie ever, cause he’s my younger bro and I gotta look out for him, after all I am the hero.
“Grr, fine Italy you may go first then ve vill go round the rest of the table in a clockwise direction, you may now state your point Italy”
Oh boy here we go again, the usual routine Germany yells at us, Italy out’s his hand up, Germany says he may go then, 3, 2, 1...
“VEH~ PASSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” the Italian chirped completely oblivious of what of moron he looks like when he goes that every meeting.
“Mein Gott, Italy vhy must you do that EVERY meeting” the German sighed in dispare
“Oh, that’s-a easy, I just really, really love pasta, Veh pasta~” that Italian continued to chirp.
From there the meeting turned into chaos, no one listening to the others ideas, all that was accomplished was a lot of fighting and yelling.
Thought all of it though German just sat slunk back in his chair staring out the window looking at the depressing weather of England as it rained heavily. Throughout that half of the meeting everyone was fighting, Germany was glaring out the window and I was absentmindedly staring at the German across the table, as usual his blond hair slicked back, I wonder what it would look like down? I bet it would be mega sexy, Wait wha? Damm my crush for the German was kicking in again.
Suddenly Prussia yelled “KESESESESE, EVERYBODY IT IZ TIME FOR LUNCH!” and with that everyone left the room but me and Germany. For he was still staring out of the window, so I went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder making him jump. “Gah, A-America v-vhat do you vant?” he asked
“uh, time of lunch, ya know” I responded wishing to be like Canada and disappear
“Oh, iz it?, I must have blanked out, where is everyone else?” the german asked
“Gone, it’s just you and me now” OMG MY GOD I sounded like a pervert when I said that, Shit he’s gonna think I’m a freak now.
“Huh, I muzt of been zone out pretty bad, if I didn’t see ze others leave. *sigh* doesn’t matter though, I would've ended up on my own my vay” Germany sighed, he’s seemed pretty depressed, why I asked this I have no idea, “Do you, er, wanna get lunch together?”
“Huh, erm, ves, I guess, after all it would ve nice to have a bit of company for a vhile”
“Great” I yell before grabbing his hand and drag him alone “I know a great place, yall like”
“Um, ok then America, Lead ze vay” the German said, with a slight worried tone.
Later at Bavarian Beerhouse
“Vow, I had no idea there was actually a German beer house here in london” Germany said before adding “I had no idea that any of my coulter vas here”
“Eh, well German coulter is more popular in America then he for some reason” I muttered before the waiter walked over
“Hello and guten tag, what would you like to order?” the waiter cheerfully asked after greeting us in both English and German
“I’ll just have a hamburger, and what will you have ludwig?” I said
“Erm, I vill have some wursts” germany told the waiter
“Ok, right so a hamburger and wurst, coming right up”
“Thanks” “Danke” me and germany said in union in our own languages, to which we laughed at slightly.
“So, German culture iz popular in America zen” germany said after the waiter left to get our orders
“Er, Um, well, *sigh* y-yeah” I stuttered
“Are you all vight America, you seem... on edge” the german asked
“Heh,heh, I-I’m just fine heh,heh after all I’m the hero” I chuckled trying to regain my self
“Huh, Alright then” the german responded
15 Minutes later
The waiter had returned with our orders
“Ok so the hamburger for you and the wurst for you” he said hading us our meals
“Thank you” “Danke” we once again replied in union, before chuckling lightly
“Ve must really stop zat” he chuckled
“Heh, Agreed” I laughed back
A few minutes later
Occasionally I would look at the Germany and stare without realising it, but was always brought back down to earth when he’d ask if I was ok.
“America are you sure you alright you keep spacing out” the worried German asked
“W-Wha, what, yeah I’m fine.” I stuttered a reply
“Hum, All vight then” he said and went back to eating, only then did I notice how slowly he was eating, which of course filled my head with many wrong thoughts, which instantly gave me a massive nosebleed.
“A-America” Germany yelped quickly bringing some tissues to my nose instantly making my face a deep red color “A-Are y-you alright” he stutttered
“Yeah, heh, i’m just fine” I chuckled as blood continued to run from my nose “Shit this is embarrassing”
“You don’t have to put up with Prussia shenanigans” the german groaned as he continued to wipe the blood from my nose. “Mein gott, this is a lot of blood America, w-what did you do to even get a nosebleed” the german asked completely unaware that he caused it.
“N-Nothing” I sighed “I-I just get them some times”
“You should really see a doctor about that” the German said worriedly
“*sigh* I-I guess your right Ludwig” I sighed once more
“Are you alright you seem... depressed” Germany asked
“Yeah, I’m just fine” I replied but he wasn’t buying it
“I von’t ask you again ALFRED, vhat iz vrong?” he said viciously in order to get me to talk.
“................................” I remained silent
“Spit it out already! I’m worried about you Alfred!” the german snapped with venom, but with compassion in his voice. I summoned up all my courage, and gulped “I-I...”
“You what?” he asked beginning to lose his temper
I could feel my face heat up, and tears almost trickled down my cheeks. “I-I REALLY LIKE YOU, OKAY?” I yelled before sprinting out of the restaurant, leaving a befuddle german behind.