“But that's just it! It bugs me how you just keep talking about all the things you and Frederick – ”
“Wait, are you telling me you were jealous?” Prussia asked, surprise written all over his face. He threw his head back and laughed, covering his face with his hands. “Now I get it! You were being all grumpy because I was paying more attention to the buildings than you!”
For fuck's sake, this idiot.
“No, that's not –”
“That's okay! It's natural that you'd be jealous when the awesome me has his attention elsewhere. Who wouldn't be?” Prussia draped his arms around Romano and leaned close. “You're cute when you're jealous.”
Romano puffed his cheeks in irritation but decided that it would be easier if he didn't correct Prussia on his false assumptions. It made him feel like a coward, but this was the easiest way out.
“But you know, you have no reason to be jealous. I was so excited about the park just because I really wanted you to love it. You do, right?”
“Yeah, it's fantastic,” Romano said. It wasn't a lie. The park, the buildings and the monuments were all beautiful. He was starting feel think he had been a fool to let his stupid jealousy stop him from enjoying them. He had ruined the date without a single good reason. “And that's why I want to come back later! I don't care if it's boring to you because you've already seen everything. You're just going to have to suck it up.”
“Sure, no problem,” Prussia said and reached out to ruffle his hair.
Damn, Romano thought. He felt so stupid for doubting the idiot's feelings now that he had that look in his eyes. Affection like that couldn't be fake. He also felt guilty. He had no right to throw a temper tantrum just because Prussia had others he cared about, dead or not.
“I'm buying you lunch today,” he announced. “Pick the place.”
“Wow, that's dangerous. What if I want to go to a restaurant that only serves traditional German food?”
“Doesn't matter. I'll deal.” Really, that would be a just punishment for the way he had acted.
Prussia grinned at him and gave him a small peck on the lips. “Ha! You can count yourself lucky that I'm the best boyfriend in the world because I'm not going to be that cruel.”
Now that Prussia's fractured ego had been put back together, he was once again in high spirits. They went to have lunch in town after which Prussia showed him a few places in Potsdam. Then they had to return to Berlin because Germany wasn't at home, so it was their job to take out the dogs.
Romano found himself wishing that they would have had time to go back to Sanssouci. Now that he had more or less got over his irrational stupidity, he was able to look back to his thoughts and actions that day with a much clearer head. And he didn't like what he saw. He really needed to figure out a few things.
“Is it a normal thing for you to just walk up to the grave and start chatting?” he asked.
Prussia lifted a brow in surprise. “What?”
“I mean, do you do it every day or what?”
“Nah, not really. I just go there whenever I feel like it.” Prussia grew quiet and shot him a hesitating look. “Sometimes I don't even really have anything to say. I just go because I can. You know that he's actually been buried there only for some two decades.”
“Yeah.” Romano couldn't say he was familiar with the history of it, but for whatever reason Frederick hadn't originally been buried where he had wanted to, and then the Americans had taken him and he had rested in Hechingen for about half of the 20th century.
“I couldn't really go and see him whenever I wanted until the Wall came down, so I guess I'm just making up for it,” Prussia continued.
Romano searched his mind for something to say. He should apologize for how he had behaved. The words were burning on his tongue and demanding to be let out, but he didn't trust himself to open his mouth in case his apology turned into a veiled insult like usual.
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Re: Counting Someone Else's Blessings 5/7
(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)“Wait, are you telling me you were jealous?” Prussia asked, surprise written all over his face. He threw his head back and laughed, covering his face with his hands. “Now I get it! You were being all grumpy because I was paying more attention to the buildings than you!”
For fuck's sake, this idiot.
“No, that's not –”
“That's okay! It's natural that you'd be jealous when the awesome me has his attention elsewhere. Who wouldn't be?” Prussia draped his arms around Romano and leaned close. “You're cute when you're jealous.”
Romano puffed his cheeks in irritation but decided that it would be easier if he didn't correct Prussia on his false assumptions. It made him feel like a coward, but this was the easiest way out.
“But you know, you have no reason to be jealous. I was so excited about the park just because I really wanted you to love it. You do, right?”
“Yeah, it's fantastic,” Romano said. It wasn't a lie. The park, the buildings and the monuments were all beautiful. He was starting feel think he had been a fool to let his stupid jealousy stop him from enjoying them. He had ruined the date without a single good reason. “And that's why I want to come back later! I don't care if it's boring to you because you've already seen everything. You're just going to have to suck it up.”
“Sure, no problem,” Prussia said and reached out to ruffle his hair.
Damn, Romano thought. He felt so stupid for doubting the idiot's feelings now that he had that look in his eyes. Affection like that couldn't be fake. He also felt guilty. He had no right to throw a temper tantrum just because Prussia had others he cared about, dead or not.
“I'm buying you lunch today,” he announced. “Pick the place.”
“Wow, that's dangerous. What if I want to go to a restaurant that only serves traditional German food?”
“Doesn't matter. I'll deal.” Really, that would be a just punishment for the way he had acted.
Prussia grinned at him and gave him a small peck on the lips. “Ha! You can count yourself lucky that I'm the best boyfriend in the world because I'm not going to be that cruel.”
Now that Prussia's fractured ego had been put back together, he was once again in high spirits. They went to have lunch in town after which Prussia showed him a few places in Potsdam. Then they had to return to Berlin because Germany wasn't at home, so it was their job to take out the dogs.
Romano found himself wishing that they would have had time to go back to Sanssouci. Now that he had more or less got over his irrational stupidity, he was able to look back to his thoughts and actions that day with a much clearer head. And he didn't like what he saw. He really needed to figure out a few things.
“Is it a normal thing for you to just walk up to the grave and start chatting?” he asked.
Prussia lifted a brow in surprise. “What?”
“I mean, do you do it every day or what?”
“Nah, not really. I just go there whenever I feel like it.” Prussia grew quiet and shot him a hesitating look. “Sometimes I don't even really have anything to say. I just go because I can. You know that he's actually been buried there only for some two decades.”
“Yeah.” Romano couldn't say he was familiar with the history of it, but for whatever reason Frederick hadn't originally been buried where he had wanted to, and then the Americans had taken him and he had rested in Hechingen for about half of the 20th century.
“I couldn't really go and see him whenever I wanted until the Wall came down, so I guess I'm just making up for it,” Prussia continued.
Romano searched his mind for something to say. He should apologize for how he had behaved. The words were burning on his tongue and demanding to be let out, but he didn't trust himself to open his mouth in case his apology turned into a veiled insult like usual.