Let's Try Love Chapter 2
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 2: His First Move
The next morning, England stepped out of his hotel room, his body feeling a bit weary due to a restless night, and was greeted by a bouquet of roses brandished under his nose. Following the owner of the hand holding out the flowers, he saw a dashing Prussia with his hair obviously combed and his suit finely tailored and a bit big on him. There was no question it belonged to Germany.
“Good morning, lovely!” Prussia greeted loudly, a big smirk on his face. England’s untamed brows furrowed a bit but a light flush came to his cheeks.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be doing this?” England remarked, nonetheless accepting the bouquet. The albino had even bought him live flowers and the fragrance made him feel calmer.
“Shit no. We gotta keep this up right from the start,” he said, almost giddily before he took hold of England’s hand and tugged him to the elevator. “Let’s get moving! Wouldn’t wanna miss the World Meeting!”
The day before, when Prussia had announced that they were going to ‘fall in love first’, England had hit him up the head and was tempted to leave him on the floor in pain while he took off in fear for his sanity. Prussia, proving to be the hard head that he was, barely took a second before he was back on his feet and grabbing the back of England’s shirt. There was a light scuffle due to England trying to escape but the German had somehow managed to pique his interest with a few choice words.
Apparently, the ‘falling in love’ he meant was a total scam in the making. It involved Prussia doing his best to win the Briton’s heart in front of their fellow nations, seeing as England would rather eat his boot than try to seduce the other. They established a timeline of four or five days of Prussia doing his best to make the Englishman fall ‘madly in love’ with him before they announce that they were in an established relationship.
England really felt it was a bit hard to believe but during their discussion, over an ice-cream sundae, he really thought deeply and thoroughly about how they were going to pull it off successfully. He didn’t even know why. All he knew was that he would regret it in the end. That all his planning would fail at the slightest mistake and the other nations were going to laugh at him for being so desperate, he’d sought after the ex-nation. The truth was far from that - seeing as it was Prussia who suggested and begged him to be an accomplice - but when had the truth shone brighter than the lie?
As it was now, Prussia was already making a vital mistake. Sending roses to England was acceptable but they should remain more distant if they wanted to avoid suspicion. They were definitely doomed to mockery.
“Prussia,” England began awkwardly, stopping in his tracks and pulling his hand away from the warm hold. They were just a few steps from the elevator and anyone could come in on them talking like this but England needed the other to understand how things should go. “The flowers are nice.”
The Englishman felt something flutter in his stomach - that he blamed was because of the absence of breakfast - at the sight of the smile Prussia gave from his compliment. His cheeks felt a bit warm as well.
“The flowers are nice,” England repeated, wetting his lips before continuing. “But we shouldn’t walk around together yet. Did you forget what we discussed yesterday?”
“Huh?” the albino tilted his head in confusion.
“We are not supposed to be seen talking so casually yet and that includes holding hands,” England explained, his voice taking an exasperated tone. “First step was flirting, remember? You come to me at random in front of everyone, say nice words, I deny and get all grouchy, walk away and you pursue me. Remember?”
“Eh?! So I only get to appear right at the end? That’s not fair!” Prussia retorted, pouting and crossing his arms. “But I dressed up today! Do you know how hard it was to convince West to lend me his suit? He thinks I’m going to sell it for an Xbox!”
Good Lord, Prussia was whining.
“Do you or do you not want this crazy scheme to work?” England berated, hugging the bouquet in one arm while the other hand was on his hips. Prussia mumbled something that didn’t manage to register to the blond. “Speak up before I shove this down your throat!”
“You’re so not cute,” Prussia repeated louder. England visibly bristled before shoving the roses into the other’s chest and trudged towards the elevator.
“That’s it! We’re not doing this anymore! Go rot in Davy Jones Locker for all I care!” England shouted angrily, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly. Prussia spun on his heels, a bit panicky.
“Wait, England! Hey, that’s not awesome! You promised!” Prussia approached the shorter male with a bit more caution.
“You forced me into this, you ungrateful git!” England all but hissed just as the elevator gave a ding to signal its arrival. He felt a bit grateful to note that it was empty seeing as Prussia had stepped inside with him and instantly had him trapped in one corner. It was going to be awkward trying to explain just what they were doing, as innocent as it was. “You could at least press the button! We’re not moving at all!”
“I don’t care. I won’t press it until you agree to go on with our plan,” Prussia said, brows knitted in a serious manner.
“You bloody idiot! What if someone calls for this elevator as well? Hurry up and press the button!” England tried shoving the other away only to have that plan backfire when the albino stepped closer, invading his personal space. Their eyes met in defiance, neither wanting to back down. All was still inside the elevator and he was afraid the other might hear his quickened heartbeat and feel the flutter in his stomach. This wasn’t a good time for him to be mesmerized by the blood red irises too but he was anyway. “F-Fine. Just make sure you remember the plan well and don’t irritate me.”
Prussia’s smile was dazzling like it never was before and it created a hitch in England’s breath as the taller man turned around and pressed the button to the ground floor. The elevator started moving down and the shorter man tried his best to ignore the other. That is, until he felt something nudge his elbow.
“It’s for you, you know,” Prussia said in a low voice, nudging the bouquet of roses again while he shuffled his foot around - a rather cute display of nervousness. England had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling.
“I will accept it. Thank you,” England replied after a while, taking the flowers and hugging it to his chest with one arm. Just then, he noticed that the other’s necktie was a bit crooked. Out of habit, he stepped towards the other man and adjusted it until it was neat and straight. As he was unconsciously patting the tie down, his eyes met with the red ones and he saw a light smirk on the other’s face.
“So you are cute after all,” Prussia commented just as the elevator dinged to show their arrival. England spun on his heels and marched out, his face flushed right to his ears.
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As expected, several nations were curious as to why England had brought over a bouquet of roses and for whom it was. France, as expected of everyone, was the one to approach the Brit.
“What is this, mon cher? Did you buy these to make yourself feel better?” there was an obvious sneer in the question. England wanted so much to shove every piece of rose down the other’s throat but he held back. He was both frustrated and at a loss now. The roses, although very sweet of Prussia, was really an unexpected interference to the plan. England wasn’t sure if he should boast about it coming from someone or just attempt to shove the fragrant objects into any possible hole that France might have. Lord knows, the guy probably had an extra anus for double penetration.
Better yet, he could just bash the whole thing on his head and be done with both France and the unscheduled roses. Before England could give in to his desires, France noticed a small object poking out from among the blood red beauties. He took the object into his hands, which turned out to be a small card.
“Even writing a message to yourself?” France asked with a chuckle, raising perfectly lined eyebrows at the other. England panicked. He truly didn’t know about the existence of the card until now. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see a few nations sit up straighter to listen in on their conversation. He could only wish, as he stared at the Frenchman opening the card, that it was empty. “Let’s see…England, Your beautiful eyes are the perfect shade of green I’ve ever seen. Love…”
France looked up at the man in question, his face in disbelief. “…Prussia.”
A loud chorus of “WHAT?” filled the meeting room and Germany buried his face in his palm. England, on the other hand, was flushed to the tips of his ear from embarrassment. He denied feeling happy because of the compliment for there was no reason he should be. Prussia probably pulled that one out of some random pick-up lines book and it just accidentally fit him. The room buzzed with mumblings and he could feel many pair of eyes on him, especially from the nation in front of him.
Deciding enough was enough, England cleared his throat and stood from his seat.
“I’m sure this was just a prank from him,” England gritted out coolly, knowing well that he should be playing the annoyed card lest France grows suspicious. “I wouldn’t put it past him to mess with my feelings. Especially seeing as he’s friends with the likes of you.”
He nearly sighed in relief when France smirked, completely buying the idea. He gave an irritated huff and plucked the card out of the Frenchman’s hand before stuffing it into the bouquet. The door to the meeting room burst open and in rushed America, walking like the wind with his mouth around a hamburger. Germany took the opportunity to start the meeting and everyone was forced to return to their seats.
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A/N: I've done this far. Might as well start leaving internet back-ups
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 2: His First Move
The next morning, England stepped out of his hotel room, his body feeling a bit weary due to a restless night, and was greeted by a bouquet of roses brandished under his nose. Following the owner of the hand holding out the flowers, he saw a dashing Prussia with his hair obviously combed and his suit finely tailored and a bit big on him. There was no question it belonged to Germany.
“Good morning, lovely!” Prussia greeted loudly, a big smirk on his face. England’s untamed brows furrowed a bit but a light flush came to his cheeks.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be doing this?” England remarked, nonetheless accepting the bouquet. The albino had even bought him live flowers and the fragrance made him feel calmer.
“Shit no. We gotta keep this up right from the start,” he said, almost giddily before he took hold of England’s hand and tugged him to the elevator. “Let’s get moving! Wouldn’t wanna miss the World Meeting!”
The day before, when Prussia had announced that they were going to ‘fall in love first’, England had hit him up the head and was tempted to leave him on the floor in pain while he took off in fear for his sanity. Prussia, proving to be the hard head that he was, barely took a second before he was back on his feet and grabbing the back of England’s shirt. There was a light scuffle due to England trying to escape but the German had somehow managed to pique his interest with a few choice words.
Apparently, the ‘falling in love’ he meant was a total scam in the making. It involved Prussia doing his best to win the Briton’s heart in front of their fellow nations, seeing as England would rather eat his boot than try to seduce the other. They established a timeline of four or five days of Prussia doing his best to make the Englishman fall ‘madly in love’ with him before they announce that they were in an established relationship.
England really felt it was a bit hard to believe but during their discussion, over an ice-cream sundae, he really thought deeply and thoroughly about how they were going to pull it off successfully. He didn’t even know why. All he knew was that he would regret it in the end. That all his planning would fail at the slightest mistake and the other nations were going to laugh at him for being so desperate, he’d sought after the ex-nation. The truth was far from that - seeing as it was Prussia who suggested and begged him to be an accomplice - but when had the truth shone brighter than the lie?
As it was now, Prussia was already making a vital mistake. Sending roses to England was acceptable but they should remain more distant if they wanted to avoid suspicion. They were definitely doomed to mockery.
“Prussia,” England began awkwardly, stopping in his tracks and pulling his hand away from the warm hold. They were just a few steps from the elevator and anyone could come in on them talking like this but England needed the other to understand how things should go. “The flowers are nice.”
The Englishman felt something flutter in his stomach - that he blamed was because of the absence of breakfast - at the sight of the smile Prussia gave from his compliment. His cheeks felt a bit warm as well.
“The flowers are nice,” England repeated, wetting his lips before continuing. “But we shouldn’t walk around together yet. Did you forget what we discussed yesterday?”
“Huh?” the albino tilted his head in confusion.
“We are not supposed to be seen talking so casually yet and that includes holding hands,” England explained, his voice taking an exasperated tone. “First step was flirting, remember? You come to me at random in front of everyone, say nice words, I deny and get all grouchy, walk away and you pursue me. Remember?”
“Eh?! So I only get to appear right at the end? That’s not fair!” Prussia retorted, pouting and crossing his arms. “But I dressed up today! Do you know how hard it was to convince West to lend me his suit? He thinks I’m going to sell it for an Xbox!”
Good Lord, Prussia was whining.
“Do you or do you not want this crazy scheme to work?” England berated, hugging the bouquet in one arm while the other hand was on his hips. Prussia mumbled something that didn’t manage to register to the blond. “Speak up before I shove this down your throat!”
“You’re so not cute,” Prussia repeated louder. England visibly bristled before shoving the roses into the other’s chest and trudged towards the elevator.
“That’s it! We’re not doing this anymore! Go rot in Davy Jones Locker for all I care!” England shouted angrily, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly. Prussia spun on his heels, a bit panicky.
“Wait, England! Hey, that’s not awesome! You promised!” Prussia approached the shorter male with a bit more caution.
“You forced me into this, you ungrateful git!” England all but hissed just as the elevator gave a ding to signal its arrival. He felt a bit grateful to note that it was empty seeing as Prussia had stepped inside with him and instantly had him trapped in one corner. It was going to be awkward trying to explain just what they were doing, as innocent as it was. “You could at least press the button! We’re not moving at all!”
“I don’t care. I won’t press it until you agree to go on with our plan,” Prussia said, brows knitted in a serious manner.
“You bloody idiot! What if someone calls for this elevator as well? Hurry up and press the button!” England tried shoving the other away only to have that plan backfire when the albino stepped closer, invading his personal space. Their eyes met in defiance, neither wanting to back down. All was still inside the elevator and he was afraid the other might hear his quickened heartbeat and feel the flutter in his stomach. This wasn’t a good time for him to be mesmerized by the blood red irises too but he was anyway. “F-Fine. Just make sure you remember the plan well and don’t irritate me.”
Prussia’s smile was dazzling like it never was before and it created a hitch in England’s breath as the taller man turned around and pressed the button to the ground floor. The elevator started moving down and the shorter man tried his best to ignore the other. That is, until he felt something nudge his elbow.
“It’s for you, you know,” Prussia said in a low voice, nudging the bouquet of roses again while he shuffled his foot around - a rather cute display of nervousness. England had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from smiling.
“I will accept it. Thank you,” England replied after a while, taking the flowers and hugging it to his chest with one arm. Just then, he noticed that the other’s necktie was a bit crooked. Out of habit, he stepped towards the other man and adjusted it until it was neat and straight. As he was unconsciously patting the tie down, his eyes met with the red ones and he saw a light smirk on the other’s face.
“So you are cute after all,” Prussia commented just as the elevator dinged to show their arrival. England spun on his heels and marched out, his face flushed right to his ears.
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As expected, several nations were curious as to why England had brought over a bouquet of roses and for whom it was. France, as expected of everyone, was the one to approach the Brit.
“What is this, mon cher? Did you buy these to make yourself feel better?” there was an obvious sneer in the question. England wanted so much to shove every piece of rose down the other’s throat but he held back. He was both frustrated and at a loss now. The roses, although very sweet of Prussia, was really an unexpected interference to the plan. England wasn’t sure if he should boast about it coming from someone or just attempt to shove the fragrant objects into any possible hole that France might have. Lord knows, the guy probably had an extra anus for double penetration.
Better yet, he could just bash the whole thing on his head and be done with both France and the unscheduled roses. Before England could give in to his desires, France noticed a small object poking out from among the blood red beauties. He took the object into his hands, which turned out to be a small card.
“Even writing a message to yourself?” France asked with a chuckle, raising perfectly lined eyebrows at the other. England panicked. He truly didn’t know about the existence of the card until now. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see a few nations sit up straighter to listen in on their conversation. He could only wish, as he stared at the Frenchman opening the card, that it was empty. “Let’s see…England, Your beautiful eyes are the perfect shade of green I’ve ever seen. Love…”
France looked up at the man in question, his face in disbelief. “…Prussia.”
A loud chorus of “WHAT?” filled the meeting room and Germany buried his face in his palm. England, on the other hand, was flushed to the tips of his ear from embarrassment. He denied feeling happy because of the compliment for there was no reason he should be. Prussia probably pulled that one out of some random pick-up lines book and it just accidentally fit him. The room buzzed with mumblings and he could feel many pair of eyes on him, especially from the nation in front of him.
Deciding enough was enough, England cleared his throat and stood from his seat.
“I’m sure this was just a prank from him,” England gritted out coolly, knowing well that he should be playing the annoyed card lest France grows suspicious. “I wouldn’t put it past him to mess with my feelings. Especially seeing as he’s friends with the likes of you.”
He nearly sighed in relief when France smirked, completely buying the idea. He gave an irritated huff and plucked the card out of the Frenchman’s hand before stuffing it into the bouquet. The door to the meeting room burst open and in rushed America, walking like the wind with his mouth around a hamburger. Germany took the opportunity to start the meeting and everyone was forced to return to their seats.
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A/N: I've done this far. Might as well start leaving internet back-ups