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.
"So I thought I could send the little guy over. Who wouldn't like him? he's so cute, isn't he?" nudging at Gilbird's head, Prussia made him flap over to America's head, who nodded despite himself. "I didn't think much of it. But then… we clicked, didn't we?"
America shifted unsurely. Yes, they did. He'd liked spending time with Prussia, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual; the knowledge that Prussia had wanted to help him… he still didn't know why, but he still made him feel warm inside.
"Why?" he asked, staring straight at the albino.
"Don't get me wrong," Prussia started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I always found you interesting, but it's hard to get to know someone who half the time is running around talking about hamburgers and the remaining time is fighting with Arthur for some stupid stuff".
America did a double–take; was Prussia saying that he wasn't easy to approach? It wasn't true at all! He was the most friendly of all Nations there (maybe except Italy, but Italy was an exception to a lot of things)!
"Hey! I'm not like that!" he growled, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms. "You could have just said something… I liked talking with you, and spending time with you, and Gilbert, too, but you didn't have to come up with such a scheme to get to know me!"
So yes, maybe America wouldn't have liked to befriend Prussia before because he would have been a bit scared away by his attitude, but it didn't mean Prussia couldn't have tried!
The albino leaned forwards, tapping America's forehead with a finger, smirking widely. "I had fun too, Al~" he stated, voice light and teasing. "But it was mostly to cheer you up. I didn't want to see you stressed over and sad. The getting to know each other was a bonus, though a welcomed one… so you see, Gilbird also seemed to like his daily trips at your house, so I wouldn't be as awesome if I had to stop something that makes the three of us happy, right?"
Prussia flashed him a smile so bright that America felt all his resistance melting. Not that there was much to begin with.
"I guess" he muttered, smiling back at the albino. "Besides, you did help me relax, and I worked better afterwards, and it was… nice".
Prussia's smile widened considerably at his words. "I'm glad the plan worked in the end! Does that mean we can still hang out together even though your work is done?"
"Of course! I meant it when I said I liked spending time with you, Gil!" America smiled, feeling rather relieved. "I have fun, and you're truly… awesome, indeed!"
Prussia's smile turned into a feral smirk. "Let me try something then?"
"Wha–mmmmmph!"
America had no time to prepare himself –not that he would have managed to understand what Prussia wanted to do before it was too late– because Prussia had already tugged him close by his wrist.
Their bodies collided with each other and America looked up to grunt in annoyance at the ex–Nation, only to have Prussia steal his breath away with a kiss.
'Who the hell he thinks he is! It's not awesome to do something like that!'
Prussia's lips were hard and tasted of a mix of different flavours that America couldn't really discern, and moved against his own, massaging them whilst crimson eyes were open and stared down at him, gauging his reactions.
The American Nation had a half–thought of pushing him away and kick his ass –he was strong enough to do it, after all– yet he wrapped his own arms around Prussia's neck instead, parting his lips as an invite.
Crimson eyes danced in mirth, a growl passing through Prussia's lips to vibrate against the American nation's one, making him shiver.
"Hnnnn…"
America let out a soft groan when a tongue pushed through his lips, licking at the insides of his mouth and curling around his own tongue in a way that made him stop thinking altogether.
Ok, maybe this wasn't that bad.
Actually, it felt good.
He finally started to respond, his own tongue hesitantly coming out to battle Prussia's, trying to get more of the taste; he liked it –the kissing, the flavour, the way his body shivered at the touch, oversensitive and eager for more…
Prussia's hands sneaked around his waist and held him flush against his body for a second more, then finally let him go, pushing him away a bit; America stumbled backwards, one hand pressed against his lips, snapping out from his trance.
"W–what was that for?" he growled instinctively, pouting.
He was embarrassed, yet he wanted nothing more than latch himself on the ex–Nation's lips again.
Leaning forwards until he was inches from America's face, Prussia smirked predatorily and slowly licked his lips, smirking when America's eyes followed the way his tongue moved.
"Deepening our relationship some more" he replied.
America flushed, and was about to reply when Gilbird made himself known by flopping down between them, chirping happily and pecking at America's cheek.
"Piyo~!"
"See? Gilbird wants to deepen your relationship as well!" Prussia snickered. "What about you, hmm?"
Opening his mouth to reply, America stopped for a second, glaring at both Gilbird and Prussia, before finally breaking down and starting to laugh.
He'd liked kissing Prussia. A lot. It felt right, and he wanted to do it again. He had only started being friendly with the albino a month and a half before, but this felt like the right progression to their… relationship, in a way.
The giddiness he felt, with the whole cliché butterflies in his stomach, made him unable to stop laughing. He was happy.
"Awesome Gilbert," he managed to say amongst his laughing "pick your sorry ass up and offer me a coffee to wipe this disgusting taste from my mouth!"
Prussia smacked him on the arm, "Hey, don't insult me like this, I'll let you know a lot of Nations would do anything to be in your shoes, cheeky American!"
"I want the list!" smiling brightly, America leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Prussia's. the taste was the same as before, and the way his heart thumped in his chest was enough of an answer to America. His smile turned even bigger. "Unless you can find a way to make sure no Nation will want to get in my shoes anytime soon, consider them to be in my black list!"
"You're definitely a cute guy, Al" Prussia teased, but America could see he was almost gloating.
"Are you my possessive bitch now, Gil?"
"I'm nobody's bitch, little Alfred. But I'm definitely possessive over you" he nodded to himself, smirking at how Gilbird chirped appreciatively, "now come on, the awesome me needs to celebrate!"
"Don't forget that the hero needs his coffee, Gilbert!"
Prussia's arm once again around his shoulders, holding him so close America could breathe in his scent, he allowed the older man to drag him towards the closest bar, with Gilbird twirling in the air above them.
It was a good day, and it was going to get even better, America was sure of that.
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Feathered Friends Part 1k/1
(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)"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 1l/1
(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)America shifted unsurely. Yes, they did. He'd liked spending time with Prussia, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual; the knowledge that Prussia had wanted to help him… he still didn't know why, but he still made him feel warm inside.
"Why?" he asked, staring straight at the albino.
"Don't get me wrong," Prussia started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I always found you interesting, but it's hard to get to know someone who half the time is running around talking about hamburgers and the remaining time is fighting with Arthur for some stupid stuff".
America did a double–take; was Prussia saying that he wasn't easy to approach? It wasn't true at all! He was the most friendly of all Nations there (maybe except Italy, but Italy was an exception to a lot of things)!
"Hey! I'm not like that!" he growled, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms. "You could have just said something… I liked talking with you, and spending time with you, and Gilbert, too, but you didn't have to come up with such a scheme to get to know me!"
So yes, maybe America wouldn't have liked to befriend Prussia before because he would have been a bit scared away by his attitude, but it didn't mean Prussia couldn't have tried!
The albino leaned forwards, tapping America's forehead with a finger, smirking widely. "I had fun too, Al~" he stated, voice light and teasing. "But it was mostly to cheer you up. I didn't want to see you stressed over and sad. The getting to know each other was a bonus, though a welcomed one… so you see, Gilbird also seemed to like his daily trips at your house, so I wouldn't be as awesome if I had to stop something that makes the three of us happy, right?"
Prussia flashed him a smile so bright that America felt all his resistance melting. Not that there was much to begin with.
"I guess" he muttered, smiling back at the albino. "Besides, you did help me relax, and I worked better afterwards, and it was… nice".
Prussia's smile widened considerably at his words. "I'm glad the plan worked in the end! Does that mean we can still hang out together even though your work is done?"
"Of course! I meant it when I said I liked spending time with you, Gil!" America smiled, feeling rather relieved. "I have fun, and you're truly… awesome, indeed!"
Prussia's smile turned into a feral smirk. "Let me try something then?"
"Wha–mmmmmph!"
America had no time to prepare himself –not that he would have managed to understand what Prussia wanted to do before it was too late– because Prussia had already tugged him close by his wrist.
Their bodies collided with each other and America looked up to grunt in annoyance at the ex–Nation, only to have Prussia steal his breath away with a kiss.
'Who the hell he thinks he is! It's not awesome to do something like that!'
Prussia's lips were hard and tasted of a mix of different flavours that America couldn't really discern, and moved against his own, massaging them whilst crimson eyes were open and stared down at him, gauging his reactions.
The American Nation had a half–thought of pushing him away and kick his ass –he was strong enough to do it, after all– yet he wrapped his own arms around Prussia's neck instead, parting his lips as an invite.
Crimson eyes danced in mirth, a growl passing through Prussia's lips to vibrate against the American nation's one, making him shiver.
"Hnnnn…"
America let out a soft groan when a tongue pushed through his lips, licking at the insides of his mouth and curling around his own tongue in a way that made him stop thinking altogether.
Ok, maybe this wasn't that bad.
Actually, it felt good.
He finally started to respond, his own tongue hesitantly coming out to battle Prussia's, trying to get more of the taste; he liked it –the kissing, the flavour, the way his body shivered at the touch, oversensitive and eager for more…
It really felt good.
Feathered Friends Part 1m/1 Last Part
(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)"W–what was that for?" he growled instinctively, pouting.
He was embarrassed, yet he wanted nothing more than latch himself on the ex–Nation's lips again.
Leaning forwards until he was inches from America's face, Prussia smirked predatorily and slowly licked his lips, smirking when America's eyes followed the way his tongue moved.
"Deepening our relationship some more" he replied.
America flushed, and was about to reply when Gilbird made himself known by flopping down between them, chirping happily and pecking at America's cheek.
"Piyo~!"
"See? Gilbird wants to deepen your relationship as well!" Prussia snickered. "What about you, hmm?"
Opening his mouth to reply, America stopped for a second, glaring at both Gilbird and Prussia, before finally breaking down and starting to laugh.
He'd liked kissing Prussia. A lot. It felt right, and he wanted to do it again. He had only started being friendly with the albino a month and a half before, but this felt like the right progression to their… relationship, in a way.
The giddiness he felt, with the whole cliché butterflies in his stomach, made him unable to stop laughing. He was happy.
"Awesome Gilbert," he managed to say amongst his laughing "pick your sorry ass up and offer me a coffee to wipe this disgusting taste from my mouth!"
Prussia smacked him on the arm, "Hey, don't insult me like this, I'll let you know a lot of Nations would do anything to be in your shoes, cheeky American!"
"I want the list!" smiling brightly, America leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Prussia's. the taste was the same as before, and the way his heart thumped in his chest was enough of an answer to America. His smile turned even bigger. "Unless you can find a way to make sure no Nation will want to get in my shoes anytime soon, consider them to be in my black list!"
"You're definitely a cute guy, Al" Prussia teased, but America could see he was almost gloating.
"Are you my possessive bitch now, Gil?"
"I'm nobody's bitch, little Alfred. But I'm definitely possessive over you" he nodded to himself, smirking at how Gilbird chirped appreciatively, "now come on, the awesome me needs to celebrate!"
"Don't forget that the hero needs his coffee, Gilbert!"
Prussia's arm once again around his shoulders, holding him so close America could breathe in his scent, he allowed the older man to drag him towards the closest bar, with Gilbird twirling in the air above them.
It was a good day, and it was going to get even better, America was sure of that.
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)Hope the readers enjoy!