[fanfic] Let's Try Love Chapter 3
Title: Let’s Try Love
Author: feshnie
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eventual PruEng, GerIta, hints of SpaMano, one-sided PruIta, one-sided USUK
Summary: Prussia wants to see everyone’s reaction when he announces he’s in a relationship with England. England thinks it’s all a game but Prussia has other ideas.
Warnings: Slash; cursing; fast-paced; major OOC. Rating may go up depending on how this goes
Disclaimer: Do not own. Have not owned anything. Will never own anything. Period.
Chapter 3: Others Get a Hint
As expected, World Meeting didn’t go smoothly at all. It never did and today was just one of the few worst episodes. As lunchtime rolled around, England was limping a bit, having gotten into a rather physical fight with France. What made the pain tolerable was the memory of blood trickling down the other’s nose from a punch sent too hard. Admittedly, he also gained a cut in his lip but he was quite sure a France moaning about his broken nose was worth it. He shifted the bouquet of roses onto his other hand while the other flexed around the handle of his briefcase.
“Hey England!” America called out obnoxiously, running to walk alongside him. “Going out for lunch?”
“Yes. Are you coming with?” England asked, trying to walk normally. That blasted wine-loving bastard was going to pay for marring his gentlemanly movements. Alfred nodded before he rambled on about a game he just started playing. England had half a mind to tell the superpower that his time was better used on stabilizing his nation than shooting down mass numbers of zombie when a sudden weight draped around his shoulders.
“Heya there, brat!” Prussia greeted the taller blond, tightening his grip around England’s shoulder. The green-eyed man spluttered with a deep flush on his cheeks. “And how have you been doing, lovely?”
“G-get off, you bloody prat!” England all but screamed, shoving the other off his shoulder hard and stumbling on his feet. He caught himself and spun around dangerously to the new arrival, clutching his bag to his chest and brandishing the bouquet at the other. “What do you think you’re doing here?!”
“You’re going out for lunch, right? So the awesome me is offering you a never before heard of deal to have a meal with the Great Me!” Prussia stated, puffing his chest out and whipping his hair back - not that it worked since his hair was pretty short. America gave a boisterous laugh.
“Bloody hell no!” England replied and he very nearly regretted it when he saw the other’s face fall. “I won’t be able to eat right with you there.”
“You break my heart, lovely,” Prussia said in mock sadness, hands over his heart. England’s face flushed a bright red. Why did the albino insist on calling him that pet name of all things? It felt a bit degrading but it also made his insides tingle. “Staring at you while I’m eating will make my food taste so much better.”
As he was saying this, he neared the Englishman and ran a warm and gentle hand on the other’s cheek while his face held such a gentle look on it that it made the Brit’s breath catch in his throat. The eyes, that he had very recently found captivating, shined with something he dare not put name to. England grew even more flustered, his face growing warmer.
“S-stop that, y-you unimaginable idiot!” England shouted, his voice rising in octave, when he slapped the hand away and turned around on his heels. As gentlemanly as he could manage, he practically flew down the hallway, in a gust of dust and blood red petals.
America and Prussia could only gape, before the older of the two got back to his senses and followed after the blond. “H-hey! Where are you going?! I haven’t finished praising you yet!”
The superpower continued to stare as Prussia managed to catch England by the waist and was hugging the life out of him while his victim was trying his best to escape.
“Oh? What’s this?” America heard an all too familiar voice. He turned his head slightly and was greeted by France who was just emerging out of another corner. “You’re not going out for lunch? I would have thought you would be the first to stuff yourself in the face.”
America glanced back but saw that England and Prussia had disappeared behind a corner.
“That was disturbing,” he mumbled distractedly. France only looked at him oddly before shaking his head and continuing down the hallway.
…
It was only once England was outside the building, with a satisfied Prussia - for he had managed to bug the Englishman into having lunch with him - that he realized he had unconsciously followed through with their plan. It also brought the realization that Prussia was far better than him at this flirting game. That in turn made him sulk.
“Let’s go have lunch!” Prussia said, happily, grabbing one of his hands and all but skipped down the road. England, coming back to his senses, dug his heels into the ground and tugged his hand out of the others hold. The albino looked back in confusion, his fingers closing around air.
“I don’t want to have lunch with you, you bloody twat! Stay away from me!” He bellowed, extremely red in the face, before high-tailing down the road, opposite of the way Prussia was going. The other man could only blink as he watched England escape behind a corner. He grimaced and folded his arms together.
“Bruder,” a voice called from behind. Prussia turned and saw Germany and Italy staring at him oddly. So focused was he on the Englishman that he had not noticed the two earlier.
“West! Going out to lunch?” Prussia asked, turning a complete 180 degrees at the sight of the two. Italy grinned and was about to say something before a hand on his shoulder stopped him. The northern representative of Italy looked up at his lover in question.
“Bruder, you’re not trying to cause trouble are you?” the blond asked his brother, his hand still firm on the Italian’s shoulder. Prussia just threw back his head and laughed.
“What are you saying? The Awesome Me never causes trouble. Trouble just can’t stand my charm!” the older nation exclaimed proudly, chest puffed out.
“Then what is this -” Germany gestured rather ambiguously into the air “- that you’re trying to do to England? I already said not to cause any more trouble,” Germany couldn’t help the accusing tone in his voice. Prussia’s smile slowly disappeared before he grimaced and looked away. “I just want to know what it is you’re doing all this for. You’ve been talking to yourself in the mirror, reading dating books, dressing nicely, buying him a bouquet. Are you…?”
Germany’s hand had never flung around so much as it did now as he is trying to find suitable words. Italy nearly chuckled as he held the nervous hand down. After sending Germany his warmest smile, he looked at the albino.
“Are you courting him?” Italy finished the other’s words for him. The blond wasn’t quite looking for that word but it would work just as fine in his opinion. What was important now was his brother’s answer. Prussia didn’t look startled by the question so it must have some truth behind it. “Do you love England?”
Prussia looked up, staring straight into the brown eyes of the Italian. There was an unreadable look on his face before he turned around and stuffed his hands into his pockets and started walking away and grumbling, “If you don’t wanna have lunch, just say so.”
“Bruder!” Germany called out angrily. Italy held onto his arm though, before he could march up to the retreating figure.
“Prussia! I hope everything goes well with England!” Italy called out happily. The addressed man stopped in his tracks and looked back at the Italian. He seemed to consider for a while before he fully turned and raised his hands up in triumph.
“I’ll totally succeed! Just watch me!” He yelled back with a large grin that Italy replied with enthusiastic waves of his arm.
“I’ll support you all the way!” the brunette said earnestly. A light flush appeared on the older man’s face before he turned around again and ran down the road. Germany could feel the lightest tug on his lips but he still hoped that whatever Prussia was planning on doing to catch the Englishman’s attention wouldn’t cause him trouble. A chuckle from his lover made him look down. “They’re so cute. Don’t you think, Germany?”
He only snorted in reply.
“M-Maybe I don’t have to feel bad after this,” Italy mumbled as he sought for the bigger hands and gripped onto it.
Germany did not reply this time.
…
Unbeknownst to them, Austria had overheard from his seat on a bench conveniently hidden by overgrown bushes. He hadn’t meant to listen. The conversation just floated to him and he had let his curiosity reign free when one of the speakers had been Prussia.
There was nothing really that he had wanted to do with the information. In fact, he felt a bit disturbed to know that Prussia was chasing after England off all people. England probably deserved the - and you must excuse his language - rotten bastard.
Of course, he doesn’t completely hate Prussia. Has not and probably never will. The ex-nation was annoying and mostly a pest but he always loved to believe Prussia was just a pitiful person striving to make Austria’s life bad because his own life wasn’t all that great. What, with all the ‘Great Me’ talk. It was clear to him that Prussia only says and acts the way he did to make himself feel better.
He cannot say this aloud to the man for many reasons - mostly because he knows the man will deny his statements with every fibre of his being.
A light crunching to his right distracts him from his thoughts and he peers out to the sidewalk from his little hidden seat.
It was France and America walking down towards him and he silently sank back to lean deeply on the bench, hoping both won’t notice him. It was best for him to remain out of France’s sight and hands while Hungary or Germany is not around. He felt ill at the thought of what part of him the Frenchman will feel enamored to grope today.
“- And when I reached the next level, it was like the game was made for me! You should’ve seen me when I totally kicked their ass in, like, 5 minutes!” America’s boisterous voice invaded Austria’s ears as they neared him. The dark-haired man tried not to fidget in case he gave away his presence.
“Did you finally reach the Big Boss?” France asked.
“Like you won’t believe it! I totally nailed him! He never stood a chance against the Hero!” America continued on while they passed the bench Austria was on. “My boss called me after that. Said I should get some sleep since we’ve got the meeting and bla bla…”
France chuckled lightly and Austria chanced a peek out of his makeshift shield to watch their backs growing further away from him.
He exhaled softly and continued waiting under the shade for Hungary who would help him find his way home.
Author: feshnie
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eventual PruEng, GerIta, hints of SpaMano, one-sided PruIta, one-sided USUK
Summary: Prussia wants to see everyone’s reaction when he announces he’s in a relationship with England. England thinks it’s all a game but Prussia has other ideas.
Warnings: Slash; cursing; fast-paced; major OOC. Rating may go up depending on how this goes
Disclaimer: Do not own. Have not owned anything. Will never own anything. Period.
Chapter 3: Others Get a Hint
As expected, World Meeting didn’t go smoothly at all. It never did and today was just one of the few worst episodes. As lunchtime rolled around, England was limping a bit, having gotten into a rather physical fight with France. What made the pain tolerable was the memory of blood trickling down the other’s nose from a punch sent too hard. Admittedly, he also gained a cut in his lip but he was quite sure a France moaning about his broken nose was worth it. He shifted the bouquet of roses onto his other hand while the other flexed around the handle of his briefcase.
“Hey England!” America called out obnoxiously, running to walk alongside him. “Going out for lunch?”
“Yes. Are you coming with?” England asked, trying to walk normally. That blasted wine-loving bastard was going to pay for marring his gentlemanly movements. Alfred nodded before he rambled on about a game he just started playing. England had half a mind to tell the superpower that his time was better used on stabilizing his nation than shooting down mass numbers of zombie when a sudden weight draped around his shoulders.
“Heya there, brat!” Prussia greeted the taller blond, tightening his grip around England’s shoulder. The green-eyed man spluttered with a deep flush on his cheeks. “And how have you been doing, lovely?”
“G-get off, you bloody prat!” England all but screamed, shoving the other off his shoulder hard and stumbling on his feet. He caught himself and spun around dangerously to the new arrival, clutching his bag to his chest and brandishing the bouquet at the other. “What do you think you’re doing here?!”
“You’re going out for lunch, right? So the awesome me is offering you a never before heard of deal to have a meal with the Great Me!” Prussia stated, puffing his chest out and whipping his hair back - not that it worked since his hair was pretty short. America gave a boisterous laugh.
“Bloody hell no!” England replied and he very nearly regretted it when he saw the other’s face fall. “I won’t be able to eat right with you there.”
“You break my heart, lovely,” Prussia said in mock sadness, hands over his heart. England’s face flushed a bright red. Why did the albino insist on calling him that pet name of all things? It felt a bit degrading but it also made his insides tingle. “Staring at you while I’m eating will make my food taste so much better.”
As he was saying this, he neared the Englishman and ran a warm and gentle hand on the other’s cheek while his face held such a gentle look on it that it made the Brit’s breath catch in his throat. The eyes, that he had very recently found captivating, shined with something he dare not put name to. England grew even more flustered, his face growing warmer.
“S-stop that, y-you unimaginable idiot!” England shouted, his voice rising in octave, when he slapped the hand away and turned around on his heels. As gentlemanly as he could manage, he practically flew down the hallway, in a gust of dust and blood red petals.
America and Prussia could only gape, before the older of the two got back to his senses and followed after the blond. “H-hey! Where are you going?! I haven’t finished praising you yet!”
The superpower continued to stare as Prussia managed to catch England by the waist and was hugging the life out of him while his victim was trying his best to escape.
“Oh? What’s this?” America heard an all too familiar voice. He turned his head slightly and was greeted by France who was just emerging out of another corner. “You’re not going out for lunch? I would have thought you would be the first to stuff yourself in the face.”
America glanced back but saw that England and Prussia had disappeared behind a corner.
“That was disturbing,” he mumbled distractedly. France only looked at him oddly before shaking his head and continuing down the hallway.
…
It was only once England was outside the building, with a satisfied Prussia - for he had managed to bug the Englishman into having lunch with him - that he realized he had unconsciously followed through with their plan. It also brought the realization that Prussia was far better than him at this flirting game. That in turn made him sulk.
“Let’s go have lunch!” Prussia said, happily, grabbing one of his hands and all but skipped down the road. England, coming back to his senses, dug his heels into the ground and tugged his hand out of the others hold. The albino looked back in confusion, his fingers closing around air.
“I don’t want to have lunch with you, you bloody twat! Stay away from me!” He bellowed, extremely red in the face, before high-tailing down the road, opposite of the way Prussia was going. The other man could only blink as he watched England escape behind a corner. He grimaced and folded his arms together.
“Bruder,” a voice called from behind. Prussia turned and saw Germany and Italy staring at him oddly. So focused was he on the Englishman that he had not noticed the two earlier.
“West! Going out to lunch?” Prussia asked, turning a complete 180 degrees at the sight of the two. Italy grinned and was about to say something before a hand on his shoulder stopped him. The northern representative of Italy looked up at his lover in question.
“Bruder, you’re not trying to cause trouble are you?” the blond asked his brother, his hand still firm on the Italian’s shoulder. Prussia just threw back his head and laughed.
“What are you saying? The Awesome Me never causes trouble. Trouble just can’t stand my charm!” the older nation exclaimed proudly, chest puffed out.
“Then what is this -” Germany gestured rather ambiguously into the air “- that you’re trying to do to England? I already said not to cause any more trouble,” Germany couldn’t help the accusing tone in his voice. Prussia’s smile slowly disappeared before he grimaced and looked away. “I just want to know what it is you’re doing all this for. You’ve been talking to yourself in the mirror, reading dating books, dressing nicely, buying him a bouquet. Are you…?”
Germany’s hand had never flung around so much as it did now as he is trying to find suitable words. Italy nearly chuckled as he held the nervous hand down. After sending Germany his warmest smile, he looked at the albino.
“Are you courting him?” Italy finished the other’s words for him. The blond wasn’t quite looking for that word but it would work just as fine in his opinion. What was important now was his brother’s answer. Prussia didn’t look startled by the question so it must have some truth behind it. “Do you love England?”
Prussia looked up, staring straight into the brown eyes of the Italian. There was an unreadable look on his face before he turned around and stuffed his hands into his pockets and started walking away and grumbling, “If you don’t wanna have lunch, just say so.”
“Bruder!” Germany called out angrily. Italy held onto his arm though, before he could march up to the retreating figure.
“Prussia! I hope everything goes well with England!” Italy called out happily. The addressed man stopped in his tracks and looked back at the Italian. He seemed to consider for a while before he fully turned and raised his hands up in triumph.
“I’ll totally succeed! Just watch me!” He yelled back with a large grin that Italy replied with enthusiastic waves of his arm.
“I’ll support you all the way!” the brunette said earnestly. A light flush appeared on the older man’s face before he turned around again and ran down the road. Germany could feel the lightest tug on his lips but he still hoped that whatever Prussia was planning on doing to catch the Englishman’s attention wouldn’t cause him trouble. A chuckle from his lover made him look down. “They’re so cute. Don’t you think, Germany?”
He only snorted in reply.
“M-Maybe I don’t have to feel bad after this,” Italy mumbled as he sought for the bigger hands and gripped onto it.
Germany did not reply this time.
…
Unbeknownst to them, Austria had overheard from his seat on a bench conveniently hidden by overgrown bushes. He hadn’t meant to listen. The conversation just floated to him and he had let his curiosity reign free when one of the speakers had been Prussia.
There was nothing really that he had wanted to do with the information. In fact, he felt a bit disturbed to know that Prussia was chasing after England off all people. England probably deserved the - and you must excuse his language - rotten bastard.
Of course, he doesn’t completely hate Prussia. Has not and probably never will. The ex-nation was annoying and mostly a pest but he always loved to believe Prussia was just a pitiful person striving to make Austria’s life bad because his own life wasn’t all that great. What, with all the ‘Great Me’ talk. It was clear to him that Prussia only says and acts the way he did to make himself feel better.
He cannot say this aloud to the man for many reasons - mostly because he knows the man will deny his statements with every fibre of his being.
A light crunching to his right distracts him from his thoughts and he peers out to the sidewalk from his little hidden seat.
It was France and America walking down towards him and he silently sank back to lean deeply on the bench, hoping both won’t notice him. It was best for him to remain out of France’s sight and hands while Hungary or Germany is not around. He felt ill at the thought of what part of him the Frenchman will feel enamored to grope today.
“- And when I reached the next level, it was like the game was made for me! You should’ve seen me when I totally kicked their ass in, like, 5 minutes!” America’s boisterous voice invaded Austria’s ears as they neared him. The dark-haired man tried not to fidget in case he gave away his presence.
“Did you finally reach the Big Boss?” France asked.
“Like you won’t believe it! I totally nailed him! He never stood a chance against the Hero!” America continued on while they passed the bench Austria was on. “My boss called me after that. Said I should get some sleep since we’ve got the meeting and bla bla…”
France chuckled lightly and Austria chanced a peek out of his makeshift shield to watch their backs growing further away from him.
He exhaled softly and continued waiting under the shade for Hungary who would help him find his way home.