America offered his hand to Gilbird, and the little bird flapped his wings to return to him, briefly nudging at his fingers before returning to his usual spot on the American Nation's head.
"See you later, Francis, I have things to do now!" with a smile, America turned around and ran away, the documents bouncing under his arm and Gilbird clutching at his hair.
France watched him go with a satisfied smile.
…
"Good afternoon, Alfred!"
"You've been lying to me!" America pointed his finger at Prussia, glaring at him.
So yes, America wasn't one for subtlety.
Prussia frowned in confusion, catching Gilbird flying at him with a stretched hand and not taking his attention away from America, who was pouting now.
"About what, Al?"
America flushed a bit, realising just how close he and Prussia had become. He hadn't really noticed, it had been such a smooth passage from the start, and now they were…
"About Gilbird!" America pointed his accusing finger at the bird, who chirped innocently, hiding into Prussia's hair. "Francis said you've been sending him to my house on purpose!"
Prussia's smirk turned downwards for a second, displeased at France's big mouth, and inwardly made a note to punish the Frenchman adequately once he was done here.
"I didn't lie to you, Alfred," he answered, tilting his head to the side. "I just didn't tell you I was the one sending Gilbird over".
America stopped mid–sentence and frowned, recalling all their previous conversations. All Prussia had ever said regarding the subject of Gilbird popping around had been on how the little bird liked adventure, and nothing else.
"… you tricked me, then! You cannot trick a hero!"
"I just didn't outwardly say I was the one opening your window at morning so that Gilbird could go in as he pleased," Prussia sniffed, one hand on his chest. "Nobody would indict me for that".
America's left eyebrow twitched. 'Of course they would!' he thought, but decided not to say that out loud.
He hadn't marched all the way up to Prussia to accuse him. He wanted an explanation.
"Why did you do it?"
Prussia suddenly lost his boisterous attitude and hesitated, scratching the back of his head and looking everywhere but at America; he was obviously thinking up a way to explain that wouldn't make him sound stalkerish or anything.
"It's just… you were overworking yourself," he sniffed, pouting and nudging at Gilbird with a finger. "Francis told me you seemed not to react well to the amount of papers you had, and I didn't want you to get stressed… I have a lot of free time in my hands, so helping out didn't seem that bad".
'Well, of course –Gilbert isn't a Nation anymore, all the things regarding East Germany are usually left to Ludwig… of course he'd have a lot of time to spare,' America grimaced. He still didn't get why the albino had started sending Gilbird to him.
"Well, at first I thought I could grace you with my great presence," Prussia crossed his arms on his chest, almost in defense of his own words, "but then I thought… we haven't had much interaction, have we? I thought you would feel oppressed by my presence, of course!"
America looked to the side, pushing Texas up his nose.
Maybe not oppressed… it wasn't the right term; but indeed, he'd always felt a bit intimidated by the older ex–Nation, who had been through so much and despite having been dissolved during the war, was still around, alive and kicking.
He'd once thought that if by some unlucky happening, his territories had to disappear, or some war caused him to be dissolved into his states, America hoped he'd still be able to exist, and be as badass as Prussia was.
Of course, he wasn't going to admit that to him. Ever.
Feathered Friends Part 1k/1
"See you later, Francis, I have things to do now!" with a smile, America turned around and ran away, the documents bouncing under his arm and Gilbird clutching at his hair.
France watched him go with a satisfied smile.
…
"Good afternoon, Alfred!"
"You've been lying to me!" America pointed his finger at Prussia, glaring at him.
So yes, America wasn't one for subtlety.
Prussia frowned in confusion, catching Gilbird flying at him with a stretched hand and not taking his attention away from America, who was pouting now.
"About what, Al?"
America flushed a bit, realising just how close he and Prussia had become. He hadn't really noticed, it had been such a smooth passage from the start, and now they were…
"About Gilbird!" America pointed his accusing finger at the bird, who chirped innocently, hiding into Prussia's hair. "Francis said you've been sending him to my house on purpose!"
Prussia's smirk turned downwards for a second, displeased at France's big mouth, and inwardly made a note to punish the Frenchman adequately once he was done here.
"I didn't lie to you, Alfred," he answered, tilting his head to the side. "I just didn't tell you I was the one sending Gilbird over".
America stopped mid–sentence and frowned, recalling all their previous conversations. All Prussia had ever said regarding the subject of Gilbird popping around had been on how the little bird liked adventure, and nothing else.
"… you tricked me, then! You cannot trick a hero!"
"I just didn't outwardly say I was the one opening your window at morning so that Gilbird could go in as he pleased," Prussia sniffed, one hand on his chest. "Nobody would indict me for that".
America's left eyebrow twitched. 'Of course they would!' he thought, but decided not to say that out loud.
He hadn't marched all the way up to Prussia to accuse him. He wanted an explanation.
"Why did you do it?"
Prussia suddenly lost his boisterous attitude and hesitated, scratching the back of his head and looking everywhere but at America; he was obviously thinking up a way to explain that wouldn't make him sound stalkerish or anything.
"It's just… you were overworking yourself," he sniffed, pouting and nudging at Gilbird with a finger. "Francis told me you seemed not to react well to the amount of papers you had, and I didn't want you to get stressed… I have a lot of free time in my hands, so helping out didn't seem that bad".
'Well, of course –Gilbert isn't a Nation anymore, all the things regarding East Germany are usually left to Ludwig… of course he'd have a lot of time to spare,' America grimaced. He still didn't get why the albino had started sending Gilbird to him.
"Well, at first I thought I could grace you with my great presence," Prussia crossed his arms on his chest, almost in defense of his own words, "but then I thought… we haven't had much interaction, have we? I thought you would feel oppressed by my presence, of course!"
America looked to the side, pushing Texas up his nose.
Maybe not oppressed… it wasn't the right term; but indeed, he'd always felt a bit intimidated by the older ex–Nation, who had been through so much and despite having been dissolved during the war, was still around, alive and kicking.
He'd once thought that if by some unlucky happening, his territories had to disappear, or some war caused him to be dissolved into his states, America hoped he'd still be able to exist, and be as badass as Prussia was.
Of course, he wasn't going to admit that to him. Ever.