Love, Love and Destruction
Title: Love, Love and Destruction
Author: Abyss
Claim: America
Character(s): America, Prussia, England, France, Spain; mentioned Prussia/Hungary and America->Prussia
Table/Prompt: Angst/Tears
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG
Summary: Alfred found his first love. He found it, but...
He held his hand out, laughing about something that he didn’t know about. Alfred was automatically smitten with him, wanting to learn more about the man that stood before him. His confidence was addicting, contagious, and he found himself acting the way the man was, to an extent. Alfred knew that he was not like the other-he didn’t actually have that confidence-but he had to admit that he was a good impersonator. “I wish I asked for his name,” Alfred murmured to himself, wanting to know more about the man he dubbed his friend. “Please visit me again.”
The second time he met the male was when he was about to enter the coffee shop that his coworker sometimes dined at-he couldn’t cook, so a coffee shop would be healthy for Arthur, Alfred reasoned. As he noticed Antonio, the “owner” of the shop, he saw the male that captivated his attention. It’d been so long, but Alfred still remembered him. He watched Antonio speak comfortably with the other, and wished that he had the guts to do that. It seemed that Francis also wanted to talk to him, and the three were being a bit too loud…
Arthur’s eyes were on him, but Alfred couldn’t be bothered enough to do something about it. He felt a twinge of jealousy, he had to admit, but he was also curious as to how Antonio and Francis knew that mysterious male. Almost as if some god took pity on him, the three made their way to his and Arthur’s table. As the introductions were made, Alfred felt as though there would be an improvement-he found that Gilbert, the mysterious male, would be joining their school. It was a nice thought, one that might help him through the school year.
As Alfred learned more and more about Gilbert, he found himself falling in love with his character, and with him as a whole. He found himself intrigued by such a person who defied Arthur, who was able to get along with Francis without being molested, who managed to make Antonio seem much smarter than he appeared. Alfred was attracted to the fact that he could make anyone seem much better than they appeared, and the fact that he was a confident, arrogant person. It was a relief, in a way, to know that he was still the same as always.
He was also terrified by the fact that Gilbert hadn’t changed at all. He was supposed to be different by now-he was grown, like Alfred-but he was still cocky like that time before. Alfred thought there was supposed to be a change, and that there would be a humbleness to him, something that might’ve been wishful thinking. Alfred also wished for a chance to be honest with Gilbert, but he knew he had no chance against Elizaveta, the queen of their school. So, some nights, he found himself crying into his pillow, wishing for a chance against Elizaveta.
Alfred won, maybe, when Gilbert and Elizaveta had split ways. Of course, Gilbert was heart-broken, but he managed to hide his glee and instead, comforted the German (or Prussian). He was proud of himself for being able to be sympathetic for once, and he wished that this would be enough to bring him out. Instead, he found that Gilbert was straight, shattering his dreams, his heart. This time, he couldn’t control the tears that fell that night. He lost without being given a chance, and he would always have a hole in his heart-he already lost his first love…