"Oi, Alfred, good morning! Gilbird still popping around, huh?" Prussia was smirking at him as he got closer, waving a bit and turning his full attention to him.
America shook his head and watched Gilbird happily float from his hair back into Prussia's hands, chirping happily.
"I don't get how he does it," he muttered, still raw about the whole 'getting–through–my–hermetically–shut–windows'. "It's stupid. I should find out, every night I close all the windows, and yet…"
"He keeps coming in, huh? Must be like Feli when he has to get into West's house, nobody will be able to stop him," Prussia laughed loudly at what felt like a private joke, and America simply tilted his head to the side, shrugging. "Ah, I bought an IPod! I have to let you listen to this song I had West download for me from ITunes…"
Beckoning America to come closer, Prussia extracted a flashy green IPod with equally limey green earphones and started clicking like crazy; America moved closer, quite curious, and the moment he was at an arm's reach, Prussia's hand wrapped around his shoulders and dragged him closer.
"Ooof– hey, Gilbert, watch out for my glass–"
America fell painfully against Prussia's chest and a second later something was pressed into his left ear. He had barely enough time to brace himself that a loud, terribly noisy music exploded in his ear.
"Listen!" Prussia ordered, smirking.
It was a mix of the unz–tunz kind of music and a guy talking with a grumbling, deep voice, and it wasn't exactly America's favourite type at all. It was actually cringe–worthy! Nothing heroic and awesome like the music he listened!
"Uh–urrgh! W–what's this horrib–" a hand pressed against his lips, making him fall silent as he was forced to listen to the loud –he couldn't call this music at all– noise, still squeezed against Prussia's body.
He flushed and tried to push the other away, arms wildly waving around, but the albino didn't release him until the last notes ended.
By then, America's brain had died out already and he was slumping against Prussia's chest, almost in a comatose state.
"So, how was this? Isn't it amazing?" Prussia held America up, patting him on the shoulder and looking expectantly at him with wide crimson eyes.
America gulped down the less–than–positive comments he had been about to say and cleared his throat, somewhat hesitant now. Prussia looked like he was sure America would compliment him on his music choice… with a light flush on his cheeks, America realised he didn't quite want to burst the other's pretty little bubble.
It wasn't because he was afraid of hurting Prussia's feelings (God only knew if the albino cared about what others thought of what he liked), but simply because, when faced with such an expression coming from the only person that had yet to insult him –despite having to see him everyday due to Gilbird– or bitch at him, America simply couldn't.
Besides, it was not worth of a hero to delude someone, right?
"Uh, it was… well, different," he offered, looking up at Gilbird, almost hoping for some kind of help.
The bird chirped happily down at him, but of course offered no aid.
"Ah, whoa, Gilbert, I have never heard something like that!" he continued, forcing a smile on his lips and hoping it would be enough.
It was –Prussia straightened up and smirked at him, clearly satisfied, and locked one arm around America's neck again, holding him closer, and starting to chat about his horrible music in a boastful tone as he tugged the other Nation down the street.
America didn't really care about that non–music, but the closeness did feel nice.
Feathered Friends Part 1g/1
"Oi, Alfred, good morning! Gilbird still popping around, huh?" Prussia was smirking at him as he got closer, waving a bit and turning his full attention to him.
America shook his head and watched Gilbird happily float from his hair back into Prussia's hands, chirping happily.
"I don't get how he does it," he muttered, still raw about the whole 'getting–through–my–hermetically–shut–windows'. "It's stupid. I should find out, every night I close all the windows, and yet…"
"He keeps coming in, huh? Must be like Feli when he has to get into West's house, nobody will be able to stop him," Prussia laughed loudly at what felt like a private joke, and America simply tilted his head to the side, shrugging. "Ah, I bought an IPod! I have to let you listen to this song I had West download for me from ITunes…"
Beckoning America to come closer, Prussia extracted a flashy green IPod with equally limey green earphones and started clicking like crazy; America moved closer, quite curious, and the moment he was at an arm's reach, Prussia's hand wrapped around his shoulders and dragged him closer.
"Ooof– hey, Gilbert, watch out for my glass–"
America fell painfully against Prussia's chest and a second later something was pressed into his left ear. He had barely enough time to brace himself that a loud, terribly noisy music exploded in his ear.
"Listen!" Prussia ordered, smirking.
It was a mix of the unz–tunz kind of music and a guy talking with a grumbling, deep voice, and it wasn't exactly America's favourite type at all. It was actually cringe–worthy! Nothing heroic and awesome like the music he listened!
"Uh–urrgh! W–what's this horrib–" a hand pressed against his lips, making him fall silent as he was forced to listen to the loud –he couldn't call this music at all– noise, still squeezed against Prussia's body.
He flushed and tried to push the other away, arms wildly waving around, but the albino didn't release him until the last notes ended.
By then, America's brain had died out already and he was slumping against Prussia's chest, almost in a comatose state.
"So, how was this? Isn't it amazing?" Prussia held America up, patting him on the shoulder and looking expectantly at him with wide crimson eyes.
America gulped down the less–than–positive comments he had been about to say and cleared his throat, somewhat hesitant now. Prussia looked like he was sure America would compliment him on his music choice… with a light flush on his cheeks, America realised he didn't quite want to burst the other's pretty little bubble.
It wasn't because he was afraid of hurting Prussia's feelings (God only knew if the albino cared about what others thought of what he liked), but simply because, when faced with such an expression coming from the only person that had yet to insult him –despite having to see him everyday due to Gilbird– or bitch at him, America simply couldn't.
Besides, it was not worth of a hero to delude someone, right?
"Uh, it was… well, different," he offered, looking up at Gilbird, almost hoping for some kind of help.
The bird chirped happily down at him, but of course offered no aid.
"Ah, whoa, Gilbert, I have never heard something like that!" he continued, forcing a smile on his lips and hoping it would be enough.
It was –Prussia straightened up and smirked at him, clearly satisfied, and locked one arm around America's neck again, holding him closer, and starting to chat about his horrible music in a boastful tone as he tugged the other Nation down the street.
America didn't really care about that non–music, but the closeness did feel nice.
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