America was startled out of his glaring at the documents by a familiar chirping coming from somewhere in the room, and he glanced up, surprised.
"Gilbird?" he wondered out loud.
"Piyo~"
There he was –a small ball fluttering towards him at full speed; America opened his mouth to say something (anything, really), maybe berate the little bird for disappearing on him, maybe just tell him to go back to wherever he went before and not come back… then he simply smiled and cupped his hands together.
Gilbird flew into the make–shift nest and chirped happily, nipping at the fingers with his small beak.
"Welcome back, little friend," America smiled, suddenly in a more cheerful mood. "Where did you go? And why did you come back here?"
"Piyo~ piyo~" Gilbird nuzzled at his thumb in reply.
The American nation sighed, still smiling, and couldn't get angry at the little bird. He was happy to see it again, after all. The bright feathery ball kept him company, and he didn't mind having it around for a bit more.
"You lost your chance to go back to Gilbert's house, you know" he sniffed, holding the bird to his hair. "I have to work now, so you'll just have to wait a few hours more, then I'll bring you back… I don't think Gilbert will mind, if I explain him you went MIA for a bit…"
"Piyo~"
America's smile remained on his face the whole time he worked, and two hours later (and much many papers signed and ready to be sent back to his boss) he was ready for a quick trip to Europe.
Only that Gilbird had made itself scarce again.
Feeling ticked off, America grabbed his phone and dialled Prussia's number, still unsure whether to be annoyed at the bird or not.
"Yeah? Who the hell is calling?" Prussia's loud voice greeted him from the receiver, and America chuckled despite himself.
"It's me, Alfred".
"I'm not called Alfred, and who is 'me'?"
Rolling his eyes, America tapped his fingers on the wall, pressing his side against the edge of the door.
"Don't joke around, Gilbert, the 'awesome you' should know you don't play around with heroes!"
A laugh was his only reply, and America's lips twitched upwards as well.
"Hey, Alfred, why didn't you pop around this morning? I missed you! You shouldn't make awesome people like me waiting, you know".
America's fingers unconsciously gripped the receiver, cheeks colouring slightly. So Prussia did enjoy their daily talks. It was nice to know.
"Uh, Gilbird disappeared on me and I thought he'd left to go back to your house on his own, so I started working instead," he admitted, scratching his chin.
Prussia had been adamant that he tried to work less and have fun more, and America secretly agreed with him, yet he couldn't do that when he still had so much work to do. He was going to finish it by the end of the week, though, so afterwards he would finally have some much deserved free time.
Maybe the movie–night with Prussia would be a great way to celebrate…
"Why are you calling me now?" Prussia's voice had an edge of amusement. "Did you miss me so much that you can't do without hearing my voice at least once a day?"
America's cheeks burned red at the teasing tone, and he shook his head wildly even though he knew the albino couldn't see him. So embarrassing, yet he should have been used to Prussia's attitude by now…
"T–that is not it! Your ego is just as big as… as…" America tried to grasp at a good comeback, snapping his fingers a few times. "As…"
"Maybe as your own?" Prussia teased again, chuckling.
The blond Nation spluttered, and was about to retort when a loud chirping stopped him. he looked to the side, and there he was, Gilbird flapping his tiny wings to get to America's head.
"Uh…" he looked at the receiver and shrugged "Gilbird reappeared, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind coming over to take him, since he doesn't seem to want to leave…" scratching his chin in embarrassment, America let out a hesitant laugh "every time I mention bringing him back, he disappears…"
"Ah, of course, the great me doesn't mind the trip over –you'd better have some good shit to eat by the time I come over, though!"
America chuckled and shut the call off. It would be a nice change of pace, having Prussia coming there instead of the other way around.
Feathered Friends Part 1i/1
America was startled out of his glaring at the documents by a familiar chirping coming from somewhere in the room, and he glanced up, surprised.
"Gilbird?" he wondered out loud.
"Piyo~"
There he was –a small ball fluttering towards him at full speed; America opened his mouth to say something (anything, really), maybe berate the little bird for disappearing on him, maybe just tell him to go back to wherever he went before and not come back… then he simply smiled and cupped his hands together.
Gilbird flew into the make–shift nest and chirped happily, nipping at the fingers with his small beak.
"Welcome back, little friend," America smiled, suddenly in a more cheerful mood. "Where did you go? And why did you come back here?"
"Piyo~ piyo~" Gilbird nuzzled at his thumb in reply.
The American nation sighed, still smiling, and couldn't get angry at the little bird. He was happy to see it again, after all. The bright feathery ball kept him company, and he didn't mind having it around for a bit more.
"You lost your chance to go back to Gilbert's house, you know" he sniffed, holding the bird to his hair. "I have to work now, so you'll just have to wait a few hours more, then I'll bring you back… I don't think Gilbert will mind, if I explain him you went MIA for a bit…"
"Piyo~"
America's smile remained on his face the whole time he worked, and two hours later (and much many papers signed and ready to be sent back to his boss) he was ready for a quick trip to Europe.
Only that Gilbird had made itself scarce again.
Feeling ticked off, America grabbed his phone and dialled Prussia's number, still unsure whether to be annoyed at the bird or not.
"Yeah? Who the hell is calling?" Prussia's loud voice greeted him from the receiver, and America chuckled despite himself.
"It's me, Alfred".
"I'm not called Alfred, and who is 'me'?"
Rolling his eyes, America tapped his fingers on the wall, pressing his side against the edge of the door.
"Don't joke around, Gilbert, the 'awesome you' should know you don't play around with heroes!"
A laugh was his only reply, and America's lips twitched upwards as well.
"Hey, Alfred, why didn't you pop around this morning? I missed you! You shouldn't make awesome people like me waiting, you know".
America's fingers unconsciously gripped the receiver, cheeks colouring slightly. So Prussia did enjoy their daily talks. It was nice to know.
"Uh, Gilbird disappeared on me and I thought he'd left to go back to your house on his own, so I started working instead," he admitted, scratching his chin.
Prussia had been adamant that he tried to work less and have fun more, and America secretly agreed with him, yet he couldn't do that when he still had so much work to do. He was going to finish it by the end of the week, though, so afterwards he would finally have some much deserved free time.
Maybe the movie–night with Prussia would be a great way to celebrate…
"Why are you calling me now?" Prussia's voice had an edge of amusement. "Did you miss me so much that you can't do without hearing my voice at least once a day?"
America's cheeks burned red at the teasing tone, and he shook his head wildly even though he knew the albino couldn't see him. So embarrassing, yet he should have been used to Prussia's attitude by now…
"T–that is not it! Your ego is just as big as… as…" America tried to grasp at a good comeback, snapping his fingers a few times. "As…"
"Maybe as your own?" Prussia teased again, chuckling.
The blond Nation spluttered, and was about to retort when a loud chirping stopped him. he looked to the side, and there he was, Gilbird flapping his tiny wings to get to America's head.
"Uh…" he looked at the receiver and shrugged "Gilbird reappeared, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind coming over to take him, since he doesn't seem to want to leave…" scratching his chin in embarrassment, America let out a hesitant laugh "every time I mention bringing him back, he disappears…"
"Ah, of course, the great me doesn't mind the trip over –you'd better have some good shit to eat by the time I come over, though!"
America chuckled and shut the call off. It would be a nice change of pace, having Prussia coming there instead of the other way around.
A good thing indeed…
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