Prussia was still laughing when he came back from his 'trip' into Austrian territory. He went to the kitchen, pissing off his old enemy always made him hungry.
-” What is so funny?” asked Germany from his spot in front of the stove. He had finally deigned crawling out from the mountain of paperwork under which he usually buried himself during week days. It was the first time Prussia saw him that week.
-” Oh Hello, West! Nice to see you still alive!” Gilbert grinned at his brother, hoping he would forget about his question. “ What are you making there? Smells good! Can I have some? I'm damn hungry!”
-” Ah...” Ludwig used his body as a shield and tried to hide whatever he was cooking. “ This is for tonight's dinner. But if you want, I can make you some sandwiches.”
-” What's for dinner tonight?” Prussia came closer and tilted his head as he tried to peek around his brother's large shoulders.
-” It's...kind of a surprise....And stop trying to lurk! You'll see for yourself tonight!”
-” No fun!” Gilbert huffed and went to ransack the fridge instead.
When he was satisfied by what he had picked up, not forgetting his bird's own lunch, he declared that he was going to spend the afternoon in his room, play some games and take a nap.
-” Wake me up when dinner is ready!” He shouted from his room before shutting the door.
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Germany sighed. He had been nervous to know about Gilbert's reaction to the flowers, but his week had been wild and not in a good way. There had been so much to do that week, so much unexpected events in the world, that even if the consequences had been few and minors, had forced him to work longer and harder than usual. Germany had had time for nothing else, really. The amount of work that had been thrust upon him had forced him to spend three entire days in his town office, he had actually been forced to sleep in a nearby hotel for two -very short- nights
Nothing to help him in his romantic endeavours!
Thankfully, by the look of things, the small crisis was over and he would be able to take care of matters that didn't concern work.
Prussia had said nothing about the flowers. Germany was anxious, and more so because he could see flowers nowhere. He had checked his brother's room, something he usually never did, but there had been no flower there either. That could mean only one thing: Gilbert had thrown them away.
Probably Prussia didn't like flowers, it was too bad but it had been worth trying. After all, Ludwig could not have known. His first try was a failure, so what? He was not the kind of man who would give up that easily, not now, not ever.
If Gilbert told him he was definitely not interested, then he wouldn't push it further. But as long as it did not happen, Ludwig wouldn't stop trying.
And he was far from done! That night, he would pull out plan B, aka 'romantic dinner'
and if that too didn't work, then he'd go back to plan F and I, namely France and Italy.
Talking about them, Germany really needed to go over the recommendations, details and others 'things that you have to keep in mind' Italy and France had instructed him about. Thankfully, he had noted it all on his notebook and, with a bit of luck, he had enough time on his hands to prepare himself for the evening.
The menu he had planned was quite simple on itself, he had chosen it because it was Gilbert's ultimate favourite and also because Ludwig didn't trust himself when it came to sophisticated cooking.
Germany wasn't as bad as Italy had accused him to be. He knew his way around a kitchen ( as long as it was clean and well ordered) fairly well. Only, he was better at preparing simple things that doesn't request particular skills. He wasn't France, he had never pretended to be a chef either! Also, Prussia didn't like to have weird stuff in his plate, he liked quantity more than quality and was perfectly satisfied with a few sausages sticking out from a plate of mashed potatoes as long as there was enough mustard at his disposal.
( Note: Its a bit slow so far, I'm sorry. Things will go faster in the next parts. )
Worse than a stubborn German ( part 10/?)
-” What is so funny?” asked Germany from his spot in front of the stove. He had finally deigned crawling out from the mountain of paperwork under which he usually buried himself during week days.
It was the first time Prussia saw him that week.
-” Oh Hello, West! Nice to see you still alive!” Gilbert grinned at his brother, hoping he would forget about his question. “ What are you making there? Smells good! Can I have some? I'm damn hungry!”
-” Ah...” Ludwig used his body as a shield and tried to hide whatever he was cooking. “ This is for tonight's dinner. But if you want, I can make you some sandwiches.”
-” What's for dinner tonight?” Prussia came closer and tilted his head as he tried to peek around his brother's large shoulders.
-” It's...kind of a surprise....And stop trying to lurk! You'll see for yourself tonight!”
-” No fun!” Gilbert huffed and went to ransack the fridge instead.
When he was satisfied by what he had picked up, not forgetting his bird's own lunch, he declared that he was going to spend the afternoon in his room, play some games and take a nap.
-” Wake me up when dinner is ready!” He shouted from his room before shutting the door.
----
Germany sighed. He had been nervous to know about Gilbert's reaction to the flowers, but his week had been wild and not in a good way. There had been so much to do that week, so much unexpected events in the world, that even if the consequences had been few and minors, had forced him to work longer and harder than usual. Germany had had time for nothing else, really. The amount of work that had been thrust upon him had forced him to spend three entire days in his town office, he had actually been forced to sleep in a nearby hotel for two -very short- nights
Nothing to help him in his romantic endeavours!
Thankfully, by the look of things, the small crisis was over and he would be able to take care of matters that didn't concern work.
Prussia had said nothing about the flowers. Germany was anxious, and more so because he could see flowers nowhere. He had checked his brother's room, something he usually never did, but there had been no flower there either. That could mean only one thing: Gilbert had thrown them away.
Probably Prussia didn't like flowers, it was too bad but it had been worth trying. After all, Ludwig could not have known. His first try was a failure, so what? He was not the kind of man who would give up that easily, not now, not ever.
If Gilbert told him he was definitely not interested, then he wouldn't push it further. But as long as it did not happen, Ludwig wouldn't stop trying.
And he was far from done! That night, he would pull out plan B, aka 'romantic dinner'
and if that too didn't work, then he'd go back to plan F and I, namely France and Italy.
Talking about them, Germany really needed to go over the recommendations, details and others 'things that you have to keep in mind' Italy and France had instructed him about. Thankfully, he had noted it all on his notebook and, with a bit of luck, he had enough time on his hands to prepare himself for the evening.
The menu he had planned was quite simple on itself, he had chosen it because it was Gilbert's ultimate favourite and also because Ludwig didn't trust himself when it came to sophisticated cooking.
Germany wasn't as bad as Italy had accused him to be. He knew his way around a kitchen ( as long as it was clean and well ordered) fairly well. Only, he was better at preparing simple things that doesn't request particular skills. He wasn't France, he had never pretended to be a chef either!
Also, Prussia didn't like to have weird stuff in his plate, he liked quantity more than quality and was perfectly satisfied with a few sausages sticking out from a plate of mashed potatoes as long as there was enough mustard at his disposal.
( Note: Its a bit slow so far, I'm sorry. Things will go faster in the next parts. )