If only he had enough time to spend talking with him, he'd surely have fun, but as it was, he was already taking far too much time, and needed to go back to work.
"I'm going now," America waved at Gilbird, who let out a soft chirping sound and bounced a bit on top of Prussia's head, then smiled as Prussia gave him a thumbs–up. "Keep your eyes on the little one, though" he added.
Prussia's laughter followed him until he closed the door of the taxi and gave the address to the driver.
He was still smiling.
…
"Piyo piyo!"
"…" America's eyebrow twitched.
"Piyo~"
It wasn't possible. The damned bird was on top of his head again.
"Gilbird…" he grunted, then yawned, which momentarily distracted America from the tirade he was about to commence.
Whilst he was yawning, Gilbird flapped its wings and flew down on the bed, chirping happily and bouncing on the mattress, even managing a few twirls and rolls; America stared at him, vaguely impressed.
"Your owner did train you well, it seems," he muttered, unsure whether to smile or grimace.
"Piyo~!"
America sighed and stood up, gathering Texas in his hands and pushing it onto his nose. He was getting used to Gilbird's presence into his hair every morning, actually –it was probably a week or so since the first appearance of the little bird, and it looked like it didn't want to leave.
There wasn't a real problem about it either, if not for the fact that he had been sure that all the windows were close the previous evening.
And the fact that he was sure Prussia would soon start getting tired of having to meet with America every day just so he could get his feathery friend back.
A frigging week. He'd been popping around for an entire week, waking him up after his alarm clock failed to do its job (America was about to buy a new one anyway)…
Not that he minded so much anymore, but he had to keep up the front… for, uh, the bird. He didn't want him to start thinking he was welcome, or he'd never go away!
"Do you get so bored that you have to get the whole way here from your owner's house just to get some 'adventure'?" America addressed the small bird as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Pi~yo!"
It had turned to be their daily ritual, a sort of one–sided banter (America refused to start thinking that Gilbird actually was answering him), that continued whilst the American nation fed the little bird, and then went to give him back to Prussia.
The Prussian ex–Nation still seemed to be cool with the whole 'I'm–sorry–that–Gilbird–popped–in–my–bedroom–again' daily meeting, and after the initial hesitation, America had actually started talking more with him, too.
Yes, he wasted some time that he could have been spending on working, but he didn't really notice until it was late and he had to go back home, and once he even accepted to drink something (a coffee, though, nothing alcoholic, much to Prussia's chagrin) with him.
He'd had a good time, listening to the Prussian mimicking the other Nations, waving his arms around and making America snort in laughter.
America had to admit it, Prussia was a fun person to talk to, and even having Gilbird around lessened the pressure he felt with his job and all that stuff, and helped him concentrate more on actually doing things well…
He even slept more, despite his intentions to wake up early. He supposed it was a good thing, all considered.
"Now, stay there like the heroic little bird you are, so that I can brush my teeth, huh Gilbird?" America placed the yellow ball on his head and admonished him with a finger by staring at him through the mirror. He denied seeing the little bird nod, of course. Because well, birds shouldn't even be able to nod in answer to something.
This bird even less… it didn't look like it had a neck to begin with.
Whilst he brushed his teeth, eyes following Gilbird's acrobatics in his hair, America idly wondered whether Prussia actually liked talking with him.
Feathered Friends Part 1f/1
"I'm going now," America waved at Gilbird, who let out a soft chirping sound and bounced a bit on top of Prussia's head, then smiled as Prussia gave him a thumbs–up. "Keep your eyes on the little one, though" he added.
Prussia's laughter followed him until he closed the door of the taxi and gave the address to the driver.
He was still smiling.
…
"Piyo piyo!"
"…" America's eyebrow twitched.
"Piyo~"
It wasn't possible. The damned bird was on top of his head again.
"Gilbird…" he grunted, then yawned, which momentarily distracted America from the tirade he was about to commence.
Whilst he was yawning, Gilbird flapped its wings and flew down on the bed, chirping happily and bouncing on the mattress, even managing a few twirls and rolls; America stared at him, vaguely impressed.
"Your owner did train you well, it seems," he muttered, unsure whether to smile or grimace.
"Piyo~!"
America sighed and stood up, gathering Texas in his hands and pushing it onto his nose. He was getting used to Gilbird's presence into his hair every morning, actually –it was probably a week or so since the first appearance of the little bird, and it looked like it didn't want to leave.
There wasn't a real problem about it either, if not for the fact that he had been sure that all the windows were close the previous evening.
And the fact that he was sure Prussia would soon start getting tired of having to meet with America every day just so he could get his feathery friend back.
A frigging week. He'd been popping around for an entire week, waking him up after his alarm clock failed to do its job (America was about to buy a new one anyway)…
Not that he minded so much anymore, but he had to keep up the front… for, uh, the bird. He didn't want him to start thinking he was welcome, or he'd never go away!
"Do you get so bored that you have to get the whole way here from your owner's house just to get some 'adventure'?" America addressed the small bird as he made his way to the bathroom.
"Pi~yo!"
It had turned to be their daily ritual, a sort of one–sided banter (America refused to start thinking that Gilbird actually was answering him), that continued whilst the American nation fed the little bird, and then went to give him back to Prussia.
The Prussian ex–Nation still seemed to be cool with the whole 'I'm–sorry–that–Gilbird–popped–in–my–bedroom–again' daily meeting, and after the initial hesitation, America had actually started talking more with him, too.
Yes, he wasted some time that he could have been spending on working, but he didn't really notice until it was late and he had to go back home, and once he even accepted to drink something (a coffee, though, nothing alcoholic, much to Prussia's chagrin) with him.
He'd had a good time, listening to the Prussian mimicking the other Nations, waving his arms around and making America snort in laughter.
America had to admit it, Prussia was a fun person to talk to, and even having Gilbird around lessened the pressure he felt with his job and all that stuff, and helped him concentrate more on actually doing things well…
He even slept more, despite his intentions to wake up early. He supposed it was a good thing, all considered.
"Now, stay there like the heroic little bird you are, so that I can brush my teeth, huh Gilbird?" America placed the yellow ball on his head and admonished him with a finger by staring at him through the mirror. He denied seeing the little bird nod, of course. Because well, birds shouldn't even be able to nod in answer to something.
This bird even less… it didn't look like it had a neck to begin with.
Whilst he brushed his teeth, eyes following Gilbird's acrobatics in his hair, America idly wondered whether Prussia actually liked talking with him.