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Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 08:57 am (UTC)(link)“I used to come here with Belgium,” Romano explained once he mentioned it to him.
“Used to?” Prussia asked and scanned the menu. There were seven kinds of chocolate he could take with his waffles plus berries and cream and candy. It was a decision that required ultimate planning.
“She's busy.”
“Yeah, I guess the situation with the Euro is really is eating up everyone's free time.” Prussia could understand that Romano was feeling grumpy about that. He couldn't remember how many times he had spent the day alone at home with the dogs and his bird because Germany was too busy to run the country to remember that he had a brother who deserved attention or how many times Spain and France had turned down his invitation to go drinking.
Romano grunted in response and studied the menu.
“And I guess she's spending more time with Spain now, huh?”
There was no reaction to that as Romano continued to glare at the pictures and descriptions of different waffles. It occurred to Prussia that Romano was the only single in his social circle. Spain was with Belgium, Italy with Germany, and he was pretty sure Netherlands was having something going on with Canada, or at least that's what the rumours said.
“Well, don't mind any of them!” he said. “You can have me all for yourself, so who else do you need?”
“Someone whose voice I can bear to listen to without wanting to fucking vomit.”
“Then I guess I had better not buy you a waffle because I'm going to be talking a lot before we're done. I'm not going to pay for it if it's just going to waste.”
“Screw you. You promised me one, and I'm having it. With extra cream.”
Prussia finally settled for a waffle with strawberries and white chocolate. As they waited for their orders to arrive, he wondered how he could approach the variety of topics he wanted to talk about so that Romano wouldn't put up all his defences as soon as the first word left his mouth.
“So, what did you have for lunch?” he asked, remembering how everyone kept telling him to lure Romano in with food.
“Pasta alla Norma, but I don't see how that's any of your damn business.”
“Just curious, honest. Do they make that right here?”
Romano scoffed at him. “Obviously you can't get the real thing outside Italy, but it wasn't that bad. Not like some garbage I've had to eat elsewhere. Belgium has some nice restaurants where they know what they're doing.”
“Yeah, well I think pasta tastes the same everywhere.”
“That's because you're a complete idiot! It's not the same at all. You have to cook it right, and the cheese has to be just the right flavour you need for that particular pasta, and if you're using vegetables, they have to be fresh. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Your taste buds are no doubt rotten useless after eating the filth that you have the nerve to call food,” Romano said and shot him an irritated glare, like he wasn't really expecting him to get it.
“Only one way to find out,” Prussia said. “You've got to treat me to some really good pasta when I come over to clean your house for the party.”
“Who knows, maybe I'll be curious enough to find out if you're as much of a hopeless case as your stupid brother,” Romano replied.
Their waffles arrived, and the next few moments Prussia spent mesmerized by how good his tasted. He loved sweet things, but this was so much more than just sugar. He wished he could try all the other toppings, too, but he couldn't really justify buying a new waffle for each of them.
“I'm going to steal some of your whipped cream,” he announced and scooped a pile of it on his waffle.
“Who the fuck said you could do that? Hands off!”
“Hey, calm down. I'm willing to trade. Here, you can have one of my strawberries,” Prussia said and stabbed one with his fork. He offered it to him, but Romano swatted his hand away, blushing furiously, when it got uncomfortably close to his mouth.
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 08:57 am (UTC)(link)“What, you don't want it?”
“Not like that!”
“Relax, it's not like we're a couple or anything.”
“A-and thank God for that!”
Romano snatched the strawberry from the fork, popped it into his mouth and began chewing angrily as he turned his eyes back to his waffle. Prussia had to bite his tongue to keep himself from pointing out that anyone with even the slightest amount of taste would have been overjoyed at the prospect of dating him. But he figured he they should first work through the previous day's problems before he angered Romano with more truths.
“Anyway, about yesterday...” he started.
“There's nothing to talk about.”
“Yeah, right, that's why you had that crisis conference with Spain at breakfast today.”
“I did not! Fuck, your ego really is stupidly big if you think we were talking about you!”
“Why the hell is it so difficult for you to admit that yesterday is bothering you? It's bothering me, too, or we wouldn't be here. So, let's get this figured out, okay?”
That seemed to have landed a hit behind Romano's defences, or at least Prussia hoped so. He wasn't yelling and didn't look like he was about to jump to his feet and storm away. His only reaction was glaring at his waffle and poking at it. The developing shade of his face made Prussia think he was watching a sped-up video about the ripening of a tomato.
“I don't really get your reaction to this whole thing anyway,” Prussia continued, figuring that he'd just keep going now that Romano was listening. “You said you were worried about me. That's great, but why didn't you just walk up to me and say, 'Hey, Prussia, I know you're really awesome, but I'm a little worried about how you're doing'?”
He waited a while to see if Romano was going to answer, but the other stubbornly kept his eyes on his plate.
“It's kind of like you didn't want me to find out that you were worried,” Prussia said. “But that would be really stup – ” He cut himself off when he noticed the angry grimace that momentarily took over Romano's features, and then it hit him. Romano hadn't wanted him to know.
“Hey,” he said, feeling a little insulted, “Why were you trying to keep it a secret? It's not like I would have got angry or laughed at you or anything!”
“And how the hell was I supposed to know that?” Romano snapped, finally lifting his eyes so that he could glare at him. “Look at yourself, dammit! You keep telling everyone that you're fine, but you can't even give a reason for it. You aren't taking anyone seriously even though your dismissal is hurting a lot of people! You're just so fucking full of yourself.”
Prussia was momentarily at a loss for words. It was true that he didn't like to bring up his current state of existence and preferred to keep marching forwards with a grin on his face. But that wasn't because he didn't care about anyone else – he cared about Germany and didn't want him to think that it might be his fault his brother no longer had a country to his name. Germany already had more than enough in his history to feel forever guilty about.
If he really was going to die one day, he wanted everything to be normal for as long as possible. He didn't need Germany or France or anyone to feel that they had done it to him.
“I'm not going to panic before I have a reason. Come on, look at me,” he said and pointed at himself. “Do I look like I'm about to crumble to dust? I'm in my prime!”
“That's what you've been saying for as long as I've had the misfortune of knowing you!”
“That just shows you that I'm always in my prime!”
“Sorry for wasting your time, then,” Romano grumbled with a huff and moved the last piece of his waffle around on his plate.
“Don't be so negative! We wouldn't be having these great waffles without you,” Prussia said. And it was sort of nice that someone had been thinking about him. He was a little surprised that out of everyone in his life, it was Romano who had –
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14d/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 08:58 am (UTC)(link)“You sure you're okay?” he asked.
“And what's that supposed to mean?”
“If you think you're going to disappear, just let me know, okay?”
“Why the hell would I think that?”
“I don't know. I just thought that it might happen, and maybe you wouldn't want to tell anyone, so you'd get everyone all worried about me and hope that they'd remember that hey, isn't Romano in this same situation?”
“You only think that because that's exactly what you would do!”
“I wouldn't!”
“Whatever, asshole. If you want to think that's why I did it, fine. Are we done now?”
Prussia felt like smashing his head against the table. It was as if he hadn't made any progress at all! “That's not what I think! Do you always have to twist my words and make the worst out of them? I know you were worried about me. So why aren't you happy now that I've told you I'm fine?”
Romano made a choking sound at the back of his throat and slit his eyes in suspicion as he stared at him. Prussia observed the tight angle of his shoulders and thought back to what Spain had told him earlier about Romano and how he dealt with situations in which he felt vulnerable.
He looks like he's ready to bolt, he thought. Then they'd have to do this all over again, and he wasn't sure he had the patience for it.
“Or are you just going to tell me again that I should die already?” he challenged.
He almost regretted his words when he saw Romano wince, but he didn't want to back down. If they were going to hang out together, Romano had better learn that he couldn't just say any shit he wanted to him and not expect him to get pissed off.
“I...” Romano started but broke off. He slammed his fork on the table in anger. “God, you're just so stupid! No, I don't want you to die. I didn't think I would actually have to spell something like that out for you, dammit.”
“Then why did you say it?”
“Because I was angry.”
“Why? Just because I didn't –”
“At myself, you idiot!”
Prussia hadn't been expecting that, nor the sudden self-loathing that briefly flashed on Romano's features. The irritation he had been feeling earlier was once again replaced by confusion as he tried to understand what Romano was getting at.
“Huh?” was the most intelligent answer he could manage.
“Never mind.”
“I do mind! And I don't speak Angry Italian, so this is another thing you're just going to have to spell out for me!”
Romano leaned back on his set and turned to look at the busy street life around them. “You said it yourself. You don't like it when people mess with your life. That's... that's exactly what I did, and it pisses me off that I messed up.”
“But –”
“I don't know why I even bothered for a bastard like you. Should have known everything would just go to hell and that I'd screw up so badly that... Fuck, forget it, I'm done here.”
Romano made an indifferent gesture with his hand and kept his eyes glued to the passers-by who were hurrying down the street. He was scowling as usual, but Prussia didn't think he looked particularly angry. The frustrated line of his mouth and the resigned posture reminded him of men who knew the battle was lost and no longer had the energy to lift their weapons.
“But nothing's wrong,” he said. “Even awesome guys like me make mistakes sometimes, so it's totally okay. It's not like you set me up on a blind date with Russia or anything.”
Was Romano really taking it that badly? He was acting like he had just ruined everything between them beyond repair. While Prussia did find such an overreaction irritating, he couldn't help but think it was also a little cute. Romano sure didn't want to admit it, but it clearly meant a lot to him whether they were on speaking terms or not. Even more, he had wanted to do something nice to him – that meant he liked him and that he had forgiven him for the kinky story fiasco, right?
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 08:58 am (UTC)(link)“What, you still want to go through with it?”
“Yeah! We have to decide a date so that everyone can mark it in their calendar. Not that it really matters because everyone always has free slots there just in case I decide I want to hang out with them, but I guess it would be polite to announce it in advance.”
Romano snorted and turned back towards the table. “Yeah, just keep deluding yourself. Nobody in their right mind would want to spend time with you.”
“You're here right now.”
“Just proves that being exposed to you potato-suckers for this long has finally made me snap.”
Prussia wondered if that was Romano's way of confessing his undying love and adoration to him. This would have been a great moment to grab his hands and suggest that they move the conversation to somewhere more private, but he figured he should play it safe. He had already scared Romano off once by being too straightforward, and only an idiot walked twice into the same ambush.
“Don't look so grumpy about it! What's better than making an awesome friend like me?” he asked. “The two of us, I think we should stick together. Our kid brothers may be running the countries, but we're the secret strength behind them. They wouldn't make it through a single day without us!”
Romano glared at him but didn't argue. Prussia mentally patted himself on the back for the great move. There was no way Romano could give him shit about that without insulting himself, so his strategy had been a success. Maybe he should switch to pointing out how great they were together instead of focusing on himself all the time. It might boost Romano's confidence in that even if Prussia was the best, he wasn't that bad himself.
“God, I can't believe I'm still sitting here and listening to this,” Romano said and closed his eyes to rub them.
“But you are, so that means you accept my offer of friendship. And since friends share everything, I'm having the last piece of your waffle!” Prussia announced and emptied Romano's plate before the other had the time to put up his defences.
“Hey! Who the fuck said you could do that?”
“Aww, come on! It's all soggy because you let the whipped cream melt. I'm doing you a favour!”
“I don't care! It's mine, and you can't have it unless I say so!”
“Okay, so can I have it?”
At first Romano looked like he was going to say no out of spite, but then he snorted and rolled his eyes. “...fine, if you're really so goddamn desperate for it.”
“See how well we're getting along now that we've cleared all the misunderstandings? We're the best!”
Alright, so the waffle wasn't so good now that it was wet and slippery, but Prussia supposed he had reason to be glad that he had got it without further fighting. If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't a total wuss like some people, he might have reflected on that he didn't mind the sucky waffle because Romano had given it to him.
“We still haven't decided on a date for the party,” he pointed out.
“Not before the big meeting in two weeks. I and Veneziano are talking, and we've got our hands full. I'm not doing anything extra until that's over.”
“Works for me. I guess that's about the amount of time West needs to fit something other than work into his schedule anyway.”
“We could throw the party without him.”
Yeah, with just you and me, Prussia thought. What he said was, “But it's for him and Italy. There's no point if they aren't there. But I know what you mean. Who needs anybody else when I'm there?”
“That's not what I said!” Romano snapped. “Let's just agree that it'll be on Saturday three weeks from now, okay?”
“Sounds good.”
Prussia took out his cellphone. “Wow, look at the time. I think the others must be wrapping things up by now.”
“Right, I guess we had better get going.”
Romano made to rise from his seat, but Prussia waved at him to sit back down.
“Hey, what's the rush? I don't know about you, but my flight home isn't until much later. We can still hang out.”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14f/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 08:59 am (UTC)(link)“Oh, come on! It's never a waste of time to hang out with me and – hey, hey! Don't go!”
Prussia got up and hurried to catch up with Romano who had decided to leave the table without further comments. He grabbed his arm to make him stop and ignored the furious glare that Romano sent him.
“Hands off me, bastard!”
“Why are you being like this again? I want to do something with you. If you don't want that, at least say it to me instead of throwing these childish tantrums!” Prussia said, but he did let go.
Romano retreated a step and rubbed his arm. “I just don't see the point in this.”
“What, is it that difficult for you to believe that I like being with you? Do you really think I'd waste my valuable time on someone who wasn't fun? Because I wouldn't. But you know what else?” Prussia paused, searching Romano's face for any signs that he might be receptive to what he was going to say next. He hadn't really planned to take a risk like this, but he had never been one to ignore a good opportunity for victory, even if failure might mean losing everything.
“What?” Romano asked.
“I also don't want to waste my time on people who treat me like shit all the time. I think I've been pretty damn patient with you, but if you're going to act like every second with me feels like someone is pulling your teeth out, forget it. I'm not so desperate for company. There are tons of people who would love to have me around.”
“Y-yeah? So what?”
“So if you really want me to fuck off for good, say it now and let's get this over with.”
Romano let out a frustrated growl and ran his fingers through his hair. “God, why are you so stupid all of a sudden?”
“Because I can't know what you want from me if you won't say it! Maybe Spain could since he's had years of practice, but I can't. So either you tell me or we're done.”
“Done with what? We don't even have anything!”
“Didn't I just tell you I want us to be buddies? I want to go and have beer with you and send you stupid messages in meetings and other shit like that. But if you don't want to, fine.”
Actually, it would be anything but fine, and Prussia hadn't even realised how much he didn't want Romano to turn him down until now. At the same time, some kind of resolution would be a relief. He just didn't understand Romano, and if something didn't happen soon, his patience would run out.
“Fuck,” Romano swore under his breath. “I can't believe I have to explain these things to you. Yeah, you're pretty damn stupid most of the time, but if I really hated you, I'd just kick your ass.”
“Then why do you always say that you hate me?”
“I just do, okay? I say a lot of things I don't mean. Stop taking it so goddamn personally. You don't give a shit when Molossia tells you he hates you.”
“Well, that's because he's... well, he's Molossia! You've seen him! He's a self-centred ass with an ego way too big for someone who isn't even a real nation! I don't need to care about what he thinks.”
“Right, that's why you're taking his war with you seriously.”
“Well, I haven't had any good wars lately, so I'll take what I can. But that's not the point. The point is that... okay, so technically there is no point because someone who is as great as me shouldn't care about what anyone thinks, but I'm kind of thinking about letting you into the small and privileged group of people whose opinion just might matter a little bit to me. And this is a once in a lifetime offer.”
The angry outburst he was expecting from Romano never came. Instead, he crossed his arms on his chest and glared at him with a suspicious frown on his face.
“Do you mean it? This isn't just some stupid joke to you?” he asked.
“Yeah, I mean it. I don't know where you got this idea that I'm a total asshole, but let go of it.”
“Fine, I'll believe you, but if it turns out that you're just plotting something stupid, you'll regret it. You don't want to piss me off.”
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14g/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 08:59 am (UTC)(link)“Yeah... I guess,” Romano said with a roll of his eyes.
“Great! I suggest we go and drink something to celebrate right away because I need a beer after all this talking. And it's your turn to buy.”
Prussia was in a considerably better mood when he took a seat by Germany's side in the taxi that was meant to take them to the airport. Though Romano had still been a little prickly, he had relaxed a little and hadn't complained one bit when Prussia had made him pay for the drinks. Maybe he was finally making some progress.
Germany gave him a long, disapproving look. “Spain told me you and Romano skipped the meeting because you had to deal with your emotional problems.”
“Great,” Prussia groaned. “I told him to cover for us! The least he could have done was come up with some story about us saving babies from a burning building.”
“You mean what he said is true? I thought that was the cover.”
“Never mind that. I've been doing some thinking, and I really need your input on this,” Prussia said. He waited a moment to make sure Germany was listening and then continued, “Do you think Romano is being a dick to me because he's secretly in love with me and lusts after my body?”
The sound Germany made reminded Prussia of Berlitz when he got a fly stuck in his throat.
“Doesn't he treat everyone like that?” Germany asked.
“Yeah, but I'm special! I figure he's nervous. He's probably so impressed by me that he thinks he's not good enough for me and is afraid to make the first move because he's sure I'll reject him. Happens all the time! That's why nobody has asked me out in fifty-two years.”
“I'm not sure if –”
“But I'm dealing with that! I've already made us progress into friends, so now it's only the matter of time before I have him. I'm actually going to set myself a deadline. The party is coming up in a few weeks, and I swear Romano is going to be my boyfriend by then.”
“Since when are you even interested in him? No, never mind. Why are you interested in him?”
“Huh, what do you mean?”
The tight line of Germany's mouth revealed that this was a topic he very much didn't want to talk about but that he knew he couldn't avoid. “I don't think he has many of those qualities that make someone a... well, a good boyfriend. I mean, I don't even want to imagine what normal life with him would be like.”
“Says the guy who follows his boyfriend around the house with a rag and cleans up after him. You aren't a prime model of a functional partner, either, but Italy still puts up with you.”
“That is completely different,” Germany said defensively. “I just hope you know what you're doing. If you aren't really interested in him, you should leave him be. You haven't been together with anyone in a while.”
“Oh, so now you're suddenly the expert just because you're with someone and I'm not? Newsflash, West. Italy is your first boyfriend, and I've had several! I know exactly what I'm doing.”
“I just don't think you should take this lightly. If something goes wrong, it's going to be messy.”
Prussia laughed and gave Germany a punch to the shoulder. “You're just worried that if I and Romano have a nasty break-up, Italy's going to close his legs. Never fear! We're going to be the best couple ever!”
“That's not what I meant! I just don't think Romano is the kind of person who takes it well if someone is toying with him, so you shouldn't do it if you aren't serious.”
“I'm not toying with him! You really shouldn't think like that about your own brother. Haven't I shown you countless times what a great guy I am?”
“You said it yourself. You haven't had a serious date with a nation in decades.”
“I'm not rusty if that's what you're implying,” Prussia said, feeling more irritated than he knew he should have. From a practical perspective, Germany probably had a point. So many things could go wrong, and if one or two did, it would take a long time before the dust would settle. But he wanted to try.
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14g/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)OP here!
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)Lol, that whole exchange was hilarious. Aside from Prussia and Romano, my favorite interactions in the fic are probably the Prussia/Germany ones. They're both very IC and fun and adorkable<3
Also, don't worry about the similar scenario - "lure Romano's emotional side out with food" seems to be a popular strategy for Prussia, but both scenes felt very different, and it's actually kind of interesting to see how differently they played out.
Sadly I don't have time to leave a longer comment, but this fic still rules! And I'm still so happy you've decided to give me such a long, nice fill with so much character development and an actual plot!
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14g/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-27 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)though technically the heart breaking came later in the chapter but still I was prepared.But then I read it and loved it so much! Prussia stealing food and Romano all possessive about his last piece of waffle before giving in was super cute. I love how their interactions are progressing throughout this fill. They way they both kind of dance around their feelings for one another is done so wonderfully. I cannot wait for more!Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14g/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-28 05:38 am (UTC)(link)Regardless, what a good chapter! I always love fics where there's an emphasis on actually becoming a friends and developing a relationship before the sexing is full-throttle. Every time I finish a chapter it's hard because I just want to keep reading.
Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 14g/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 09:35 am (UTC)(link)And Romano is so cute, he's always expecting the worse from people, he sooo needs a giant hug...Prussia surely could provide him with it, but then Romano would chop his head off, so...Oh well, looking forward to the next chapter!