Prussia 2

WARNING: VERY SAD. BUT AN AMAZING STORY

“Love or duty, which would you choose?” You were lying flat on your back in the backyard of your lovers place. The sun was just beginning to set so the whole yard was flooded in an orange/pink glow.

Right next to you, lying on his stomach, was your love, Gilbert. He turned his face in your direction, his crimson eyes boring into your (e/c) ones. “That’s a hard question, even for the awesome me.” You roll your body so that you were on your side facing the Prussian.

“I actually think it’s quite easy.” Your lover gives you a questioning look, one that you gladly responded to with a sweet smile. “If there was ever a time where I had to choose between the person I love or duty, I would always choose my one true love.”  Gilbert also turns on his side, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek.

The Prussian didn’t make any crude remarks or rude actions; he just stared deeply into your eyes as if looking into your soul. As minutes passed and he didn’t say a single word, you began feeling worried and at the same time embarrassed. His steady stare was making you feel self conscious.

You reach forward and tapped his forehead twice, a signal the two of you had when asking what the other was thinking about. The moment you touched him, he moved the hand lying against your cheek downwards to grab the hand that you used to poke him. He used his grip to drag you closer to him, so that your head ended up on his chest.

“What if your choice was, instead of duty versus love, your life versus mine?” He whispered softly to you, a volume you weren’t completely use to. You glanced up at him from your position against his chest. The Prussian started rubbing soothing circles against your back; the motion so relaxing it was putting you to sleep.

But your lovers question kept you from slumber. “Are you asking whether I would sacrifice my life for yours or just save myself?”

“Yeah, though this is only hypothetical, cause the awesome me would never let you get into a situation like that. And it’s obvious that I’m just too awesome to get into a situation like that myself, kesesese.” You roll your eyes, but the action was sluggish as the Prussian was still rubbing those circles in your back.

“Hmm, that’s a strange question. But like the other one, it’s an easy answer.” You moved your head to the side so you could hear your lover’s heartbeat through his shirt.

You could feel, just as much as hear, the Prussian underneath you chuckle. “Then go ahead and say it. The great me is listening kesesese.” Even though his words were meant to be self-centered, his tone was telling you that all of his attention was yours.

“Well we wouldn’t want the world to be deprived of someone as awesome as you.” Your own tone of voice was intended to be sarcastic, but a sudden yawn ruined it. Gilbert brought his second arm that had been stretched out to the side, up around you and began fiddling with your (h/c) hair.

“The world would be dull and not as awesome without me!” You noticed that his response lacked his usual confidence and frowned.

But you still continued on with answering his question. “Plus my life would be incomplete without you; I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I’d be an empty shell.”

You snuggled in closer to the Prussian, noticing that he had stopped fiddling with your hair and rubbing your back to hug you tightly to him. A soft smile made its way across your face. You were just on the edge of consciousness and unconsciousness but you felt that you had to finish what you started.

“Your life  . . . is more important . . . than mine. So . . . to answer . . . your question . . . I would sacrifice myself . . . for . . . you.” Your voice grew softer and softer as darkness began shrouding your vision. But you had one more thing to say before you let yourself succumb to it. “I’d do it . . . all . . . because I . . .” You opened your eyes a little wider so you could watch as you reached up to him and ran your fingers over his cheek and lips tenderly. “I love you.”

Right as you said those words, your eyelids slid closed, hiding the brilliant (e/c) color. Your body relaxed entirely and you allowed yourself to surrender to the darkness of sleep that you had been evading until now. The moment you fell asleep, Gilbert let out a sigh and sat up slowly, so that he didn’t wake you.

He carefully stood up with you in his arms and walked towards his home. The sun had now completely set, and the stars were shining high in the sky. Once inside the house, Gilbert headed straight to his room. Setting you on his bed, he took your shoes off and placed a blanket over your slumbering form. You rolled over in your sleep, causing the Prussian to freeze.

When he realized he hadn’t woken you, he relaxed. Gilbert glanced momentarily at the clock, saw that it was late, and decided to clamor into the bed as well. He barely remembered to take his own shoes off as he settled down next you. As soon as he got comfortable, one arm over your waist the other under your head so that you were using it as a pillow, he whispered to you softly.

“I would be nothing without you, (y/n). So if you go, I’m going with you. A life without you isn’t life at all.” If you had been awake you would have seen the debating and struggling expression on his face. With his mind made up, Gilbert leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “Ich liebe dich, (y/n). I promise you that the awesome me will make sure that we’re together forever.” And then, he too falls asleep right next to you, holding you tightly to him.

Time Skip

You had truly hoped that you would spend the rest of your life with Gilbert. Get married, have kids, then grow old together. But it seemed like Fate had a different plan for the two of you, a terrible one.

After that strange night, life returned to pretty much how it used to be. Only now you had this bad feeling that something bad was going to happen. It was a morning one week from that strange night that your bad feeling was at its peak.

“Gil . . .” You were sitting on a chair in front of the island in the kitchen, watching your Prussian lover cook some eggs for breakfast.

The Prussian looks up from the stove and grins widely. “What’s up awesome number two?”

You scoff and glare at the man. “I still have no idea why you continue to call me such a ridiculous name. It doesn’t even make any sense!” You throw your hands in the air with exasperation.

“Yes it does kesesese.” Gilbert smirks at you smugly. “I’m more awesome than you, so I’m awesome number one. But since you’re almost as awesome as me, though not quite, you’re awesome number two!”

His explanation, though making sense, did not appease your anger. “I still don’t like that nickname, whatever your reasoning for it is. What kind of girl wants to be called awesome number two by their lover?”

“You just don’t get it, liebeling.” The Prussian snaps the stove off and steps closer to you, leaning across the counter so that he was near your face. “You should feel honored that you’re almost as awesome as me, kesesese.” You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, which was a bad move on your part. Gilbert shoots forward and opens his mouth to bite down on your tongue.

Your quick reflexes get you to pull back fast enough to evade the man. But in doing so, your chair wobbles backwards and then crashes to the floor, thus sending you sprawling onto the ground. “Ow ow ow ow!” You rub at the back of your head, where you were sure to have a bump later. When you looked back up, you saw your lover doubled over the counter shaking with laughter.

“The look . . . on your face . . .” He had trouble speaking through the fits of laughter that shook his body. The sight of his laughing form caused your temper to spike. You stood up, brushing off your jeans, and made your way to the front door. It took a minute or two for the Prussian to realize that you were leaving. When he did, you were already by the door putting on your shoes. “Hey wait! That’s so not awesome! Just leaving like that!”

You glanced up from tying the laces of your shoes, sending a glare at Gilbert. “Well causing your lover to fall backwards out of her chair isn’t awesome either.” With a huff, you finished tying both shoes and opened the door.

Gilbert took a second to slip on some sandals so that he could run after you. “Wait up! Where are you going?”

“Somewhere you aren’t.” You state plainly, stomping away across the street.

“You don’t need to go and overreact like this!” His choice of words made you just that much more ticked and you spun around to confront him. When you did, Gilbert was halfway across the street and you spotted a car coming down the exact street going 60 mph.

Just from looking at it you could tell that the car wasn’t going to be slowing down for anything, including your Prussian. So, before your mind could process the situation fully, your body bolted forward towards your lover. “Watch out, you idiot!” Gilbert froze in the middle of street, staring at you in utter confusion. You reach him just as the car was closing in and shoved him out of the way. But there wasn’t enough time for you to escape as well.  

 The pain, as the car hit you, was excruciating. First your body hit the glass of the front window, sending you tumbling over the roof of the car, and then slamming back onto the pavement of the road with a loud crack. It felt like every single bone in your body broke into thousands of pieces, and that could have very well been the case.

You were lying with your back on the pavement and head facing the direction the car had come from. Thankfully your legs and arms weren’t bent in any weird ways, from what you could tell. You heard your name being shouted before you felt your entire body lifted into someone’s arms.

The sudden movement caused your entire body to scream out in pain, and you couldn’t help the tears that began streaming down your face. You felt your cheeks being rubbed at gently and finally you realized that someone was talking to you. “(y/n)! You’re going to be alright, you hear me!? Just be awesome and stay with me!” You looked up into Gilbert’s hysteric, tear-filled, crimson eyes.

He was inspecting your body thoroughly, and what he saw wasn’t good at all. You had a wound on your head that was bleeding nonstop, creating a small pool of blood under you. More small minor cuts covered your neck, face, arms, and legs. Gilbert was also sure that you more than likely had several broken bones. The tears he had been trying to hold back fell as he took in all your injuries. “G-Gil . . .”

“Shh it’s alright; everything’s going to be okay.” You felt his hands brush your (h/c) hair out of your face. “Don’t talk. The ambulance is on its way, so just stay awake for me alright?” That was easier said than done. All you wanted to do right now was to sleep. The pain had subsided by then; now all you felt was cold and numb.

You tried to tell the Prussian something again, thinking that talking might be able to help keep you awake. “I’m . . . sorry . . . Gil . . . for over- . . . reacting.” As you finished your short sentence, you were struggling with breathing.

“Please . . . don’t talk anymore.” The Prussian’s voice came out strangled as he choked on his tears. “There’s nothing for you to apologize, liebling.” Tears fell onto your cheeks in patters. “What I did was unawesome, and I shouldn’t have done it.” There was a moment of silence, only broken by the sounds of doors opening and your ragged breathing, before Gilbert spoke up again. “Why? Why did you push me out of the way?! I would have rather it be me to have been hit then you!”

Your sight was getting a little bleary as you tried to focus on your lover. “For love.”

“Huh?”

“For duty.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” You ignored the question and continued with your listing, though a coughing fit overtook you before you could say the next one.

Little droplets of blood came out of your mouth as you coughed, staining yours and Gilbert’s clothes even more than they already were. You lifted your hand up so you could touch the face above you. But before you reached it, Gilbert took the hand in his, kissing each one of your knuckles gently.

You smiled weakly up at him and the Prussian returned it with a shaky one of his own. A drop of blood fell from the corner of your lips and he wiped it away. His eyes were pooling with fresh tears, the sight of it was so unusual that you couldn’t help but stare up at him.

“Please don’t . . . cry.” You attempted to wipe his tears away but only managed to smear your blood on his face. When you noticed this you grimaced. “I’m sorry.”

Gilbert shook his head slowly, closing his eyes momentarily. “Like I said, there’s nothing for you to apologize for.” In the background, you could dimly hear the sound of sirens going off. Your lover must have heard it too because he muttered to you quietly. “Just hold on a little longer, only a bit more.”

“Can you . . . do me a . . . favor?” You stared up at him pleadingly, using your best puppy dog eyes. The ones you reserved for when you asked Gilbert to do something you really wanted. “Please?”

“Of course, I’ll do anything the awesome you wants.” A happy shine appeared in your eyes as your lover agreed.

“Then will you smile for me? I don’t want you to be crying right now.” Your complexion was beginning to take on an extremely pale color as the pool of blood underneath you steadily grew.

Your lover chuckled unsteadily. “I-I can totally do that for you.” And with that, he forces his lips to turn up into a small smile. It was nothing compared to his more natural smiles, but for you it was better than a sad face.

“Thank you.” Your thanks came out as a sigh as you close your eyes. This caused the Prussian to panic and shake you slightly.

“Don’t you dare go to sleep, (y/n)! Blieb wach!” By now there was a large crowd gathered around the two of you, gasping and whispering as they gazed pitifully at your broken form. In the back of your head, you wondered why they weren’t trying to help.

You opened your eyes slightly and Gilbert let out a sigh of relief. For a moment you felt like the whole world had stopped, like it was giving you enough time to say what you wanted before you left it. Yes, you did just say you were going to leave this world. Because inside, you knew your body wasn’t going to be able to make it till the medics came. You no longer could feel anything anymore, breathing was becoming more of challenge with each passing breathe, and your senses were dulling rapidly.

With a burst of sudden strength, you pulled Gilbert down so you wouldn’t have to talk as loudly. “Do you want . . . to know . . . the last . . . and final reason . . . why I saved you?”

The Prussian nodded cautiously, murmuring almost silently. “Yes . . .” You took a second to get enough air in your lungs to spill it all out.

“I love you . . .” Tears were rolling down your cheeks in waves as you spoke, a small, sad, smile playing at your lips. “. . . and I just can’t live without you . . .” Then, with all your strength and will left in your body and soul, you brought your lips to his and kissed him with all you had.

At first he didn’t respond, but slowly he did. This kiss felt as if it housed all of yours and his feelings for each another, a kiss full of love. After a minute or so, Gilbert began noticing that you weren’t kissing him back anymore. When he pulled back he discovered your eyes closed. “. . . (y/n) . . . ?” He lightly tapped your cheek, causing your head to lifelessly roll backwards. “(y/n)?” The Prussian checked your breathing, but chocked when he found out you weren’t breathing at all. “(y/n)!? Please, no!!!” Lastly, he checked your heart.

Discovering it had stopped, he screamed with all of his sorrow and fury, holding you close to him as he did. He continued screaming even as the paramedics arrived. Just as his voice became hoarse, he collapsed on top of your still and cold body, mumbling close to your ear. “I love you too, and . . . I’ll be right behind you.”   
`Blieb wach = stay awake                     

Male Belarus 1

One day you’re at Nikolai house, all because you wanted to spend a few days with him at his home. You always believed that the country where Nikolai lives is nice. With beautiful land and culture, you enjoyed every time you came.

His older brother was there too, he was the one to open the front door for you, but you didn’t get along to well with him. There were just too many things that the two of you disagreed on. But since he was Nikolai’s brother, whenever you came over you tried your hardest to make peace with him.

He leads you to the living room, gesturing to an open seat on the couch. “You can sit over there, if you want.” You nod and smile politely at him.

“Thanks.” Sitting down, you cross your legs in front of you and inspect the room. “Everything pretty much looks the same since the last time I came here.”

Nikolai’s brother sits himself down across from you. “We don’t remodel our house that often . . .” The two of you stare at one another in silence for a few minutes. You were just starting to think that maybe you should try to have a conversation with him when he stands up suddenly. “I’ve got some shopping to do for dinner, so I’ll be going.”

You were slightly surprised when he told you he was going so all you did was nod as he headed for the door. But before he could step out, you remembered that you had wanted to ask him about Nikolai’s whereabouts and called out to him. “Wait! Do you happen to know where Nikolai is?”

Unfortunately, the answer you received was “Sorry, I haven’t seen him anywhere. Maybe he’s playing one of those hide and seek games, or something.” Then Nikolai’s brother left you there, on the couch, contemplating where Nikolai could be.

“Great . . . if his brother doesn’t know where he is then how am I suppose to know?” You glance at the watch around your wrist, deciding that if Nikolai really was playing hide and seek then you’d go and find him.

So you began your search. You looked the attic, the closet, under the porch, the living room, the guest room (where you normally stay when you visit Nikolai’s home). Then, when you think you’ve searched everywhere, your thoughts go to the basement. You remembered that it’s where Nikolai normally keeps all his knives and tools for who knows what. It’s somewhere you’ve never been before, since Nikolai always tries to avoid bringing you down there.

You walk through the big house in the direction of the basement, sticking into rooms you pass just to make sure Nikolai wasn’t in there. Upon reaching the basement door, you carefully open it and yell down the stairs. “Hello? Nikolai? Are you down there?” After shouting, you listened for any sort of sound that could give away Nikolai’s location.

Not even a minute passed when you heard the voice of the one you were looking for. “Yeah . . . I’m down here . . . Do you mind coming down here too?” Cautiously, you take the steps of the stairs one at a time till you reach the bottom. Once you took the last step onto the concrete ground, you discovered a surprise. Nikolai had created a giant sign that says “I love you like it’s a disease!!!” Of course the words were made up off knives, all having been stuck in the wood in shapes of different letters.

“Oh wow, this is amazing . . .” You glanced over at Nikolai, admiring his platinum blonde hair and blue yet violet eyes before smiling brightly at him. “This must have taken forever to make.”

Nikolai walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “It wasn’t that hard.” Then he tilts your head to the side and kisses your roughly but passionately. “My love for you has no bounds.”

He always had a way to make you blush, so has you blushed furiously, you squirmed in Nikolai’s arms till your body was turned his way. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again in response to his words. After a few seconds, Nikolai began leaning you back so that he could deepen the kiss.

When you separated you moved closer to his ear and whispered. “I believe my love for you is greater than yours.” You pulled back and smirked at the man in front of you, which was a mistake.

“You really shouldn’t have said that.” Nikolai mumbled huskily before flinging you over his shoulder and walking towards the stairs.  “We’ll just see whose love is greater.”

Lithuania 1

Nearly every day lately your friend/crush goes over to either Poland’s or sometimes America’s house, a point that makes you jealous. Since he’s been spending so much time there, the time he spends with you is almost nonexistent. Of course you knew that he goes over to America’s house to help out and that Poland is his good friend, but weren’t you his friend too?

You stood right in front of Lithuania’s home, thinking about knocking on the door but not doing anything. Before you had come you had received a voice message from the country himself asking if you wanted to come over. Just the thought of finally getting to spend some time with your crush made you feel ecstatic.

Taking out a small mirror from one of your pockets, you double check your (h/c) hair to make sure there weren’t any clumps sticking out in strange ways. Now you aren’t a vain person, but this is your crush your meeting with. Of course you would want to look your best in front of them! Discovering that there weren’t any clumps, you smiled at your reflection. You slip the mirror back into your pocket and prepare yourself to ring the doorbell.

“It’s a little strange that he would invite me over so abruptly, I wonder if something happened.” Taking a deep breath, you press in the button next to the door, vaguely hearing musical notes from within. The doorbell music at Lithuania’s wasn’t like any others. Instead of being excruciatingly loud and obnoxious, his was loud enough to notify the presence of someone at the door and a sound that one never got tired of hearing.

A couple of minutes had passed without anyone opening the door. You tried the ringing the doorbell another two times before coming to the conclusion that Lithuania wasn’t home. Your happy expression fell, now becoming a sad one, as depressing thoughts clouded your mind. Did he really not want to see you? Were his other friends so much more important that he would forget about you?

“That can’t be . . .” You didn’t want to believe your thoughts, but the longer you waited for Lithuania to answer the door, the harder it was to suppress these thoughts. Suddenly a completely different thought occurred to you.

‘What if it’s not that he isn’t coming to the door but more that he can’t?’ This single thought lifted your spirits back up. Yeah, that has to be it!

With your mindset having gotten better, and avoiding a complete meltdown, you proceed in trying to turn the door handle to see if it was unlocked. You pressed down on it and were surprised at how easily it went. “That’s weird, the door’s not locked, which must mean he’s still here!” Slowly and as quietly as possible, you opened the door and stepped into the countries home. “Pardon the intrusion.”

Once inside, you noticed that it was abnormally silent, no soft voices or natural homey noises that were present when entering Lithuania’s house in the past. You couldn’t tell where the country could be at that moment. So, with no clue where to begin, you walk into the nearest room.

“I feel so much like Belarus right now . . .” You mumble to yourself as you stick your head into the room before entering. “Just less . . . vigorous? Or maybe the right word would be extreme haha . . .” Checking the room out, which happened to be the living room, you figure he wasn’t in there. “Maybe he’s in the next room.”

This process was repeated with several more rooms until you ended up in the kitchen. The counters were all sparkly clean and all utensils were placed in their correct locations. Everything just screamed ‘organized’. Which meant that one, Lithuania wasn’t in there currently, and two, he hadn’t gone in there at all that day. If he had then there would have been some sign or maybe even a mess of some sort.

“Gosh this is getting hard, where on earth is he?” You scope the room one more time, (e/c) eyes narrowing as you grumble quietly to yourself. “Well this is the last room on the first floor; he’s probably on the second then.” Just as you begin heading in the direction of the stair, you feel your phone vibrate in your jean pocket. “Huh? Who could that be?”

You fish out your phone and swiftly enter the pass code to unlock it. The first thing that pops up is a message box stating that you had received a new text from Lithuania. Your first reaction to the notice was surprise, which transformed into confusion. To help shed some light on this situation, you opened up the text.

(y/n), I’m sorry but something urgent came up and I’m currently on my way to America’s home. I’ll have to cancel our meet up today. Again, I apologize for any inconveniences I have caused with this sudden change in plans.

Atleiskite.

Lithuania

Staring at the words on the screen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Did he literally just stand you up? At first you wanted to press replay and send him a very angry text on how you were already at his home and waiting for him. But instead you exit out of the message, the screen returning to a picture of Lithuania and you smiling during a picnic.

“How . . . how could he do something like this? Telling me to come over only to discover that he had to leave for another friend’s house! What am I? A toy he can just call for when he feels like it!?” As you ranted, your grip on your phone grew tighter and tighter till your knuckles were white with the force you were holding the phone with.

Noticing the whiteness, you quickly relaxed your hold on returned the phone to its original spot in your pocket. You took a couple of deep breathes to calm yourself. Getting angry now wouldn’t do you any good. You wanted to recheck the text to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you, but you also knew that if you did you would go right back to ranting.

“I won’t be satisfied until I give that man a piece of my mind!” You marched out of the kitchen into the living room a few doors away, plopping down onto the couch with your arms crossed. “I’m going to wait right here till he gets back.” Suddenly you deflate as an important point pops into your mind. “But I don’t even know when he’s coming back . . .”

You fall onto your side, bringing your legs onto the couch. The silence in the house was deafening, it felt like the whole world just stopped. You played with some of your (h/c) hair to distract yourself, but that only worked for a few minutes. Huffing, you take out your cell again and locate your music on it.

“Maybe some music would calm me down; it might even help time pass.” You press the play button for your favorite song before setting the phone down beside your head. Just as you predicted, the music calmed your nerves and soon enough you were drifting off to sleep. The last thing you thought about was how sad you were that Lithuania had abandoned you once again.

Time Skip

A loud crashing noise surprised you awake. You sluggishly opened your eyes, rubbing at them to get the sleep out. The music that had been coming from your phone before you fell asleep appeared to have been turned off. When you checked the time you were shocked to find out that you had slept for a good 7 hours.

You remembered the way you had woken up and looked around the room. Nothing had changed while you were sleeping, but you had this feeling that you weren’t alone in Lithuania’s house anymore. It wasn’t just the feeling but also the soft noises coming from the kitchen down the hall. Sitting up, you try to flatten your bed head at the same time as straightening out your clothes, which had gotten rumpled in your nap.

Another crash came from within the kitchen, along with some struggling to be quiet Lithuanian words. Your heart started to beat faster as you got off the couch and gradually walked towards the kitchen. When you approached the doorway, your heart was beating so quickly it felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.

Instead of striding right into the kitchen and telling off the country right then and there, you nervously peek around the corner to locate Lithuania. You did find him, his back to you and crouching down on the ground. His brown hair looked like it had been combed nicely but then moving around had made it get slightly messy. He had on a nice suit which was getting wrinkles in it has he continued to crouch down, picking up what looked like small potatoes.

“Lithuania?” The crouching nation jumped at the sound of your voice, swiftly spinning around to face the doorway. You stepped farther into the kitchen, taking a closer look at his expression. His blue eyes were wide in surprise, his mouth was in an ‘o’ shape, and a light blush covering his cheeks. “I thought you were at America’s place for urgent business.”

Lithuania stands up and brushes out the wrinkles in his suit. “I-I was, up until an hour ago. The urgent business wasn’t as urgent as was said but getting from there back took some t-time. Didn’t you g-get my text?”

You frowned at his stuttering, moving even closer to the nation. “I did, but I was already here so I decided to wait for you.” Lithuania blushed even more the closer you got to him. “Guess I fell asleep while waiting.” An awkward silence fell between the two of you. This wasn’t going as you had planned.

“Um-.” Lithuania and you both started speaking at the same time, and then stopped at stared at the other. All of a sudden you two burst into a fit of laughter.

“You go first, (y/n).” Lithuania waved a hand towards you, his laughter dying down to chuckles.

You smiled at him slightly and responds with his own smile. But your smile quickly fades as you speak. “Why did you call for me today?”

Lithuania’s smile also disappears. “Well . . . I wanted to . . . to talk to you.”

“Then why did you leave before I came?” You stared into his eyes, your expression absolutely serious. When you first took a step into the kitchen, you were fiddling with the hem of your blouse but stopped as you neared the nation. “The timing was just too perfect.”

“What do you mean? America had called me moments before you were to arrive and I had to go.” You couldn’t believe his words and shook your head slowly, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Then why have you been avoiding me the past few weeks.” Turning your head to the side, you gaze out the window to avoid looking into Lithuania’s shocked eyes. “Every single time I call or come over you’re never there! And then today happened, are you just toying with me?!” By the end of your outburst you were shouting.

Silence fills the room once again as you take in deep breathes to calm yourself. Your sight was still on the window as you heard footsteps close in on you. Suddenly you felt one hand on your shoulder and another on your cheek, turning your face so that you were looking back at Lithuania.

“I’m not toying with you, (y/n). It’s just . . .” Lithuania glances down at the floor, the blush from before having doubled in color. Since it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to finish his sentence on his own, you gave him a little push.

“Just what?” The moment that the Lithuanian country touched you, your own face flushed. It had been some time since the last time you were this close to him. “Don’t start a sentence you can’t finish.”

You could tell Lithuania was having a hard time with whatever he was trying to say by the way he was opening and closing his mouth without saying a word. “I-I’ve realized my f-feelings for you.” At his words you stared blankly at him for a moment before stating your confusion in words.

“What do you mean your feelings for me?”

“W-well . . .” Before you knew what was happening; Lithuania leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. “I discovered that I had fallen in love with you, (y/n).” You gaped at him, your face tomato red. He continued on when he realized you couldn’t talk. “I l-learned of my feelings weeks ago, that’s w-why I haven’t b-been able to face you. Whenever I t-thought of seeing your beautiful face I-I would be blushing furiously and I wouldn’t k-know what to do with myself.”

As he kept on going on and on about you, stuttering the entire time, your blush calmed down and you gazed at the country with love filled eyes. To stop him from saying even more embarrassing things, you placed a finger over his mouth and whispered. “I get it. You weren’t avoiding me or toying with my feelings, you were just acting shy.” You giggled as Lithuania smiled, grateful that you had understood him.

“What a-about you?”’ You glanced at him curiously, tilting your head to side slightly. “I told you my feelings, what about yours? How do you feel about me?”

His inquiry made you smile, since it was such an easy question to answer. It had been something you wanted to tell him for so long. “Of course, I love you as well. I have for some time now.” You place your hands on both sides of his face, leaning in closer. Lithuania realizes what you were going to do and closes his eyes just as your lips touch his. The kiss was amazing and you didn’t want it to stop, but when oxygen became a problem you were forced to end the kiss. When you did, you smiled at the country. “Now you won’t go avoiding me again, will you?”

“Never again.” Lithuania wraps his arms around you, pulling you nearer to him. “I’m keeping you close to me from now on.”

You giggle and snuggle into his chest, feeling his hand stroke your (h/c) hair. “I love you, Lithuania.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”

Spain 2

The beaches along the coast of Spain are a popular tourist site. You convinced your lover, Spain, to take you to one of the beaches on his next vacation. Just for that occasion you bought a new swimsuit that complimented your body quite nicely. Since lately Spain’s been really busy with work, you wanted to take this time to go out and have some fun, relax and enjoy the time together. Of course what you didn’t know was that the day might not be as relaxing as you hoped it would be.  

You lazily placed a baseball cap over your (h/c) hair that you had pulled into a loose ponytail. In front of you was a big green bag that contained all the things that you would need for the trip to the beach. Since it was meant to be a break from work, you forbade the packing of any technology.

Light knocking came from the door to your room before a well tanned, green-eyed, brown haired head peaked in. “Hey (y/n), you ready yet chica?” Your lover, Spain, walks into the room heading to your bed and plopping down on it.

“Almost, just need to find my sunglasses. Do you remember where I put them?” You crouched down, moving your bed covers, and looked under your bed. “I swear I had them with me yesterday when I went out to the store . . .” When you couldn’t find what you were looking for, you stood up and did another quick sweep of the room with your (e/c) eyes.

“Relax, I’m sure you put them somewhere in here and you just forgot where.” At Spain’s carefree and slightly insensitive words you smile at him sweetly and gesture to the vicinity.   

Confusion clouds his green eyes, as he doesn’t comprehend your motion. You, being the nice girl you are, decide to enlighten him. “Instead of just sitting there, on MY bed, why don’t you help me look for it? Then it’d be quicker to find and we’d be able to leave for the beach sooner.”

You could literally see a light go off in Spain’s head as a bright grin spreads across his face. “Oh, si! Of course I’ll help!” He leaps to his feet and starts looking around your room. “They’re the sunglasses you always wear right?”

“Yeah, the ones with the white frames and little diamond studs.” Watching your Spaniard walking around, picking stuff up and searching, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly.

Not quietly enough though. Spain heard you and lifted his head towards you, a curious look to his features. “What is it, chica? Did I do something funny?” You shake your head, a smile lifting the corners your lips.

“No, it’s nothing. I’ve already checked that area.” You point in the direction where Spain’s standing. “Where I haven’t checked is the area on the other side.” Spain smiles sheepishly before strolling to the opposite end of your room, stopping in front of you when he reached you to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

Your cheeks bloom red, the kiss having surprised you. But Spain doesn’t take notice as he bends down to inspect something close to your dresser. “Ah ha, I found them (y/n)!” Spain saunters over to you, plopping the missing item on top of your baseball hats rim. “They were squeezed between the wall and your dresser.”

“Oh, they must have slipped off the dresser when I closed one of the drawer’s a bit harder then necessary and I didn’t realize.” You take the glasses off your hat, inspecting them closely before glancing up at the Spaniard. “Thank you.” Spain doesn’t reply with words but leans in close. You know exactly what he means by that so you stand on your tip toes and kiss him.

Before you could react, Spain grasps your arms and wraps them around his neck, deepening the kiss. The kiss lasted a few minutes before you took your arms from around Spain’s neck and pushed him away. He grinned at you, panting quietly but noticeably. “You’re welcome.”  When he leans in for another kiss you roll your eyes and push him away by the cheek.

“Come on, we made plans to go to the beach today right? Since we found my sunglasses we can head out.” You grab the green bag off your bed and sling it over one shoulder, heading out of your room to the stairs.

“W-wait (y/n)! Por favor!” On the second top stair, you stop and turn around, spotting Spain in the doorway. “What about kissing time?”

You stare at the Spaniard, resting on the door frame staring back at you with this completely innocent look on his face. A sly smile crosses your face at an idea on how to get Spain to hurry. “If you hurry now, we’ll have some ‘kissing time’ when we get to the beach.” As soon as your words fully sunk into Spain’s mind, he races forward, grabs your green bag, and rushes down the stairs calling behind him.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” You laugh freely as you continue down the stairs. It’s just too easy to get your love motivated.

Once you step down on the ground floor, there’s Spain waiting for you. Seizing you by your wrists, he practically drags you to the front of the house and out the door. “Whoa! Spain no need to pull me like this.” But your words fell on deaf ears as he continued to yank you towards his sleek tomato (yes it was tomato, Spain’s favorite food) red car.

“Sorry mi amor, just really excited.” You glanced suspiciously at the Spaniard as he opened the passenger seat door for you.

“What are you excited for, the actual trip to the beach or my promise of kissing time?” Spain froze in the process of helping you into the car.

He got this deep in thought expression and you couldn’t help but giggle at how funny it looked. “Both?” You shook your head at him and got into the car without his help, closing the door so Spain would have to get into the driver’s seat if he wanted to hear your reply.

When he did you tapped his tanned nose lightly and smiled. “If that’s your answer, don’t go making it sound like a question.”

“Oh um, si!” Spain quickly starts the car and drove out of your home’s driveway, driving down the road and to the beach.

Time Skip

You weren’t happy one bit right now. The moment you stepped one foot out of the car and onto hot white sand you got this bad feeling, and it was right. When you had finished laying out the towels underneath the large umbrella Spain had prepared, you looked up to find your own boyfriend talking with two other girls. At a closer examination you discovered that the two girls were actually flirting with him but Spain was too dense to notice.

At first you wanted to go over to them and break it up, show the girls that Spain was yours. But when you saw his happy smile you frowned. Didn’t he want to spend this time you had together? Apparently by his actions he didn’t. So instead of having a great time with your lover, you were sitting on the lighter colored towel, staring out at the sea.

But that wasn’t the reason why you were close to tears then. It was that Spain didn’t really notice your unhappiness, or that you weren’t even near him. You looked around the beach, taking note of all the laughing couples. “How can he just leave me like this? Does he even really love me?” Your (e/c) eyes widen and you quickly shake away that thought completely. “No, no, of course he loves me. We wouldn’t have started dating if he didn’t love me.”

When you glanced back to where those two girls were talking (more like flirting) with your boyfriend, you gasped as you saw they weren’t there. You stood up and searched around the beach for Spain with your eyes.

“Please don’t tell me he went somewhere with those . . . those . . . ugh!” With another sweep you spotted your boyfriend playing volleyball with a handful of girls and a couple of guys. You stare wide eyed and open mouthed at him. “He doesn’t even realize he left his girlfriend behind, the nerve of him!” You stood up and thought about going over there but once again changed your mind. “If he wants to have fun with someone other than I then so be it. I’m just going to go swimming and have fun by myself.”

You stand up, taking your baseball cap that you still had on your head and placed it on the towel where you had just been sitting. Before you went out under the sun, you made sure that your entire body was lathered in sun screen so the chance of getting sunburned would be slim. Close to the water’s edge, small children played with one another, splashing and giggling. Once you yourself touched the beginning of the stretch of wet sand, you stopped and looked out to crashing waves and crying seagulls.

“I have to say, this beach is beautiful.” The tide washes up and over your feet, bringing chills to your body at the waters cold temperature. You shiver but walk into deeper water. “Definitely a must go place to go if you want to cool off . . .”

A couple more steps and you were waist deep in the water. You cupped your hands and submerged them, then lifted them and poured the water in your hands over your head. Beads of water dripped down strands of your (h/c) hair and down your cheeks making it appear as if you were in tears.

“Refreshing . . . even though the salt is slightly burning my eyes . . .” You carefully open your (e/c) eyes that you had closed before dumping the water on yourself. Glancing back at shore, you watched Spain smack the volleyball and smile at the girls. Then, before real tears could even make their way to your eyes, you dive straight into the deep blue.

You knew that if you opened your eyes now the salt in the water would burn your eyes, but you did it anyway. The sight that was before you was well worth it. Fishes of all colors swam by, their scales glimmering in the sunlight. The corral at the sea bottom was so interesting looking that you couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your right calf, spreading quickly up your thigh. The pain was so abrupt that you gasped and lost all the air you had been holding in. You gagged, your mouth rapidly filling with salt water. Before anymore air could escape and be replaced by liquid, you clamped your mouth shut tight but by then the damage had already been done. A majority of your oxygen was lost and what you had left wasn’t enough.

You tried swimming back up to the surface but when you moved your right leg a little the pain came immediately back. But besides that, you couldn’t tell which way was up or even down, your mind was becoming that muddled.  A light headed feeling spread throughout your mind and you could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears. This can’t be happening, you thought as the darkness started to close in. Spain, save me!

Then you felt hands wrap around your arms and start pulling you. The darkness that clouded your eyes was too thick you couldn’t see nor tell who it was. All of a sudden the pressuring feeling of ocean water disappeared and you felt the rush of fresh air. But even with the knowledge of being back on the surface, you continued to slip away.

“(y-y/n)! Come on, estancia conmigo!” You had this sense of familiarity with the voice, but you were so out of it that you couldn’t figure it out. The world just got darker and darker; the continuous shouting of the person’s voice was fading away quickly. Breathing was becoming such a struggle that you had begun to give up. Soon enough there wasn’t any more pain, just a numb feeling.

Just when the numb feeling spreads throughout your entire body you feel a light pressure against your lips and air being forced into you. With just an ounce of consciousness left you could faintly hear your name being called when the pressure left. Everything that happened next seemed to go by so fast. The numb feeling disappeared and your eyes shot open.

You gasped and started coughing up water, barely aware of the hand rubbing at your back. When the coughing fit subsided you took a couple of deep breathes, trying to calm your racing heart. “Mi amor?” There was that familiar voice again, and this time you figured out who it belonged to. You glance up into worried forest green eyes, the eyes that belonged to your boyfriend. “Are you alright?”

At first you couldn’t find your voice to answer him. What you did was look at him then your surroundings, which was the beach shore. A crowd had gathered around the two of you, whispering to those near to them. You shivered as a chilly breeze came from offshore and towel was placed over your shoulders. Finally you spoke, your voice coming out rough and whispery. “I thought I was going to die back there.” Another shiver ran through your body but this time not because of the cold.

“But you didn’t.” Spain this time wraps you in his arms, pressing his nose against your wet (h/c) hair. “I was so scared when you weren’t at our stuff. Even more so when I saw you go under in the water and not come up.” His arms began trembling and it was then that you realized how terrified he truly was.

“I’m . . . sorry . . .” Your entire body was exhausted and you sagged against the Spaniard, who tightened his hold on you. “. . . so tired . . .”

The two girls from before ran up behind Spain and stared down at you. One of them slid her hand up Spain’s arm to his shoulder. “You just saved this poor girls life! You’re such a hero.” You wanted to slap that sly smirk of the girl’s face, but there was barely enough energy in your body to keep you conscious.

“This ‘poor girl’ you’re talking about is my girlfriend.” The dark tone in Spain’s voice surprises you and you glance up  to see him glaring venomously at the girls. “And she nearly died, so give her some space.” They flinch and back away into the crowd. Spain returns his attention to you, caressing your cheek tenderly. “You’re going to be alright, mi amor. Just sleep, and when you wake up you’ll be all better.”

You stare at Spain, your vision growing darker again only this time you know it won’t be for good. “Really?” He nods enthusiastically, forcing a smile upon his face. “Then before I fall asleep there’s something I want to tell you.”

“What is it, mi amor?”

With as much strength as you could muster, you pull yourself up by Spain’s shirt collar and kiss him. After the kiss you fall back into his arms and whisper out your words. “I love you.” Then your eyelids droop closed and you fall into a deep, dreamless, sleep. But right before you completely fell asleep you heard the words you wanted to hear all day.

“Te amo, (y/n).”         

  estancia conmigo = stay with me           

Japan 2

You’ve traveled to countryside towns and villages in Japan but you have never once been in the capital. The calm and peaceful atmosphere of the rural areas was nice and all but there were things that one could only see in the big city. So every day you would pester your boyfriend Kiku, also known as Japan, to take you there. He would always give you the same answer each time, ‘maybe tomorrow’ or ‘we’ll go soon’. It’s been three weeks since you started asking and you had gotten fed up with his avoidance on the topic. You decided that you would ask him once more nicely and then you’d resort to other means in persuading him.

“Japan, we need to talk.” You walk into you Japanese boyfriend’s room, after knocking of course. No matter what anyone says, you do have manners. “As in . . . right now.”

Walking into his room, you noticed that you caught Kiku right before he had his afternoon tea. “Hai? What do you want to talk about, (y/n)-chan?” He stares at you with his unflinching chocolate eyes, the same eyes that make you flustered and speechless.

“W-well . . . um . . . that is . . .” Just from looking into his eyes you had trouble trying to remember why you were here in the first place. “I can’t remember actually.”

Kiku chuckles behind his hand and gestures towards the seat opposite from him. “Well why don’t you take a seat and join me for tea?”

You nod dazedly, sitting across from him and accepting the cup he gives you. “It’s weird, but I feel like what I came to say was really important.” There was a nagging feeling in your mind, one that you couldn’t ignore.

“If it really is that important then I’m sure you’ll remember it soon enough.” The two of you take a sip of tea simultaneous. “So how are you today?”

“Fine . . . I swear that there’s something I wanted to ask you.” You tap your forehead then your chin absently. “Hold on, let me think about this for a second.” Kiku bows his head slightly, smiling along the edge of the cup.

“Take your time, we’re in no rush.” You bow in return, still in deep thought, as you look around the Japanese styled room.

There were pictures hanging on the wall to your left that you had taken a liking to. Some were paintings of cherry blossoms and other nature scenes. But there was one picture of the Tokyo tower that you just adored. Wait . . . Tokyo? Isn’t that-? “Ah ha! I remember now!”

Your sudden outburst surprised Kiku causing him to spill a little tea on his yukota. While he dabs at the stain with a tissue he asks. “What did you want to ask me than.”

“Tokyo! I want you to take me to Tokyo!” Your (e/c) eyes were bright with excitement and anticipation. “You will take me, right?”

Kiku glances up from cleaning the stain to your face. “(y/n)-chan, you know I can’t right now. Maybe another-.”

“No. I’ve had enough of your excuses your brush offs. You take me today or I’ll go there myself.” A stare off started between you two. With Kiku gazing steadily and you glaring stubbornly back.

“How would you get there? We’re not close enough for you to walk and there we don’t live near anyone who could give you a ride.”

You knew that he would bring this question up so you had an answer already set up. “I prepared for a situation exactly like this. On my phone I have China and Korea both on speed dial, I’m sure one of them won’t mind taking me.” A smug smile spread across your face as you finally stumped Japan. Said man rubs the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh.

“You had this all planned out, didn’t you?” One look at the Japanese man and you knew that this time you had won the battle.

“Kiku, I have always dreamed of going to the big city, the capital! Don’t get me wrong I loved going to all the small little villages and towns, the atmosphere was so peaceful and refreshing.” You reach over and clasp Kiku’s hand. “But I want to try something new, somewhere . . . exciting!”

A thick silence fell over the room, one full of tension. You swallow hard, a drop of sweat slipping down the side of your head. Then the silence is broken by another sigh, one of defeat. “Alright, you win. I will take you tomorrow, promise.” Your (e/c) eyes light up and you can’t stop yourself from rushing forward and glomping the unsuspecting Japanese man. “(y-y/n)-chan! W-what are you doing!?”

“I’m showing you my appreciation, and of course my affection.” You kiss Kiku’s hot red cheek. “Thank you!” As his cheeks grow even redder, you giggle and quickly stand up. “I’m going to pack, now don’t go forgetting your promise overnight.” Kiku mumbles a response as he holds a hand against one cheek. You giggle again and practically skip out of the room, satisfied with the results you achieved. Finally after weeks of begging, you’re going on a trip to Tokyo!

Time Skip

The next day came fast and soon enough you were just 5 minutes away from Japan’s capital. All the way there Kiku had kept silent, only saying good morning when you waltzed out of your room with a bag for the trip. This wasn’t going to be an overnight trip but there were still things that you needed, for one thing money was a number one necessity.

“Oh, there it is!” You press your face against the car window trying to get a better view of the big city. “Man, just look at it! It’s even better than I imagined.”

You feel a tap on your shoulder and you look back at Kiku. He peeks at you from the corner of his eyes. “Just hold on, we’ll be there in a few minutes.” Thrilled that your boyfriend was finally talking to you, you grinned at him before turning your attention back to the growing city.

“What kind of things are we going to do once we get there?” Since you’ve never been to a city that’s population were more than 10,000 you didn’t really know what was in them.

“This is your trip, (y/n)-chan, we will do whatever you want to.” His response made the choices you could make endless.

You started to smack your forehead against the glass, a frown on your face. “That’s just making it harder for me, you know.” The car ride continued in another silence. With Kiku focusing on the road and you thinking on what the two of you could do first. “Well there’s sightseeing, which is a most, and trying the local cuisine, and then lastly we have to go shopping.”

“May I ask what we would do first from your list?” You had to mull over this question. All the choices were important and had to be done on this trip, but which one had to be done foremost?

As Kiku’s car drove into the maze tall skyscrapers, you brushed your fingers through a patch of (h/c) hair getting out all the tangles. “Hmm, since it’s still pretty early in the morning eating the local cuisine is out.” Taking turns left and right, you feel completely overwhelmed at the actual size of the city.

“(y/n)-chan?”

At the sound of Kiku’s warm voice calling your name, you shake the confusion away and smile at the Japanese man. “If it isn’t too much trouble, I’d like to go shopping first. Seeing everything that this place has to offer, it’ll be an amazing adventure!”

“Hai. If that is what you want to do then so be it.” With that out of the way, you sit back and stare at the passing signs and buildings. A variety of people walked down the sidewalks, some leisurely strolling while others sprinting. Some wore school uniforms then there were some that wore suits.

After having stared at the scenery and passing people for a good 10 minutes, Kiku turned the car into an open space and parked. “Is this where we’re going?” You open the door and step out, doing a 360 degree spin to look at your entire surroundings. “Wow . . .”

“What do you think?” For a few minutes you only stared at everything. The right words just wouldn’t come to your mind.

When the silence stretched out even longer, Kiku moved closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. His touch surprised you and shocked you out of your stupor. “Huh? Oh yeah, this place is . . . mind-blowing.”

Kiku smiles as he takes your hand. “Then shall we go?” You nod enthusiastically. “Follow me.” With that said, the two of you walk down the crowded streets of Tokyo hand in hand.

“Look over there!” You wave a finger at the manikins in the window of a clothing store, childish awe filling your (e/c) eyes. “The clothes here are so adorable!” One manikin was dressed in a black skirt with ruffles and a white loose shirt with small writing on it. “Especially that outfit there.”

You drag Kiku to the store front, placing your hands flat against the glass once you reach it. A couple of girls in school uniforms take one look at you and giggle. From the corner of your eye you watch Kiku step closer and lean in next to you. “You’re right, it is quite adorable. Why don’t we go in and you can try it on?”

“W-what? No, I can’t!” But despite your objections, Kiku took you inside and up to a store clerk. He speaks to them in a low tone, pointing at the window then at you. You stand to the side, wringing your hands together.

Soon enough the clerk disappears and your boyfriend walks back to your side. “They told me that there is one more complete outfit like that in the back that you can try on.”

“Kiku, I know that I said that it looks cute but on the manikin, not on me-.” Your words are silenced as his hand grazes lightly against your cheek.  

You close your eyes slowly as the hands travel over your lips but open them when the touch disappears. Instead of looking into your boyfriend’s normally neutral expression you come face to face with the cloth from the outfit you thought cute.

“You are cute, (y/n)-chan. Try it, I am sure that it will look amazing on you.” You couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across your face.

“Alright, if you say that then I will.” Kiku holds the hanger out and you take it from him, following the store clerk to the back of the store to a changing room. Once inside you the twist the lock, double checking that the lock was truly locked, before hanging the clothes on the closest hook.

As quickly as you could, you pull off your own t-shirt and slip out of your shorts. Then you carefully unclip the new clothes from the hanger, but before you put them on you just held them in your hands. You stare the words written on the white shirt, feeling the soft material it was made out of.

“Is this really going to look good on me?” Taking another look at the clothes you let the corner of your lips rise in a soft smile. “Only one way to find out.” You pull the shirt with care over your head, freeing the edges of your (h/c) hair from the shirt.

Next you step into the skirt, tugging it up so it hugged your waist snuggly. Suddenly there was a light knock on the changing room door. “(y/n)-chan are you alright in there?” You stare at yourself in the full body, mesmerized by your appearance. As you reach forward to touch your reflection, there was another knock only this time a little harder. “(y/n)-chan?”

“Wha-? Oh, yes I’m alright. I’m coming out now.” Embarrassed that you had gotten so distracted you didn’t notice your boyfriend calling for you. You unlock the door and step out, clasping your hands behind your back. “Well? How does it look?”

You kept peeking between your bangs at Kiku, trying to figure out what he thought from his expression. But like it always was, his expression didn’t give away anything. Suddenly Kiku leans in close and you thought that he was going to kiss you, but instead he just pats your head smiling.

“Just like I thought, it looks perfect on you.” You blush bright red from his compliment while he straightens up and looks towards the store clerk. “We will take it. Is it alright if she wears it out?” The store clerk smiles and nods before walking to the cashier.

“Wait! Kiku I can’t accept this! At least allow me to pay for it with my own money.” Kiku, who had turned to go and pay for the clothes, stopped and looks over his shoulder back at you.

His silky black hair falls over one brown eye and he pushes it back before addressing you. “(y/n)-chan, this is a gift for you, the one I love. Or you could think of it as an apology for ignoring your request to come here for such a long time.”

“A-alright . . .” But when Kiku turned his head back around, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to your level. “Thank you.” You knew that since the two of you were in public you couldn’t kiss him on the lips so you kept it to a peck on the cheek. “I love you.”

You let go of his arm and prepared to take a step back when Kiku took your face inbetween his hands and kissed you on your lips. When he pulled back he quietly whispered so that only you could hear. “I love you too.” Then he let you go and went to pay for the clothes. The rest of the trip went smoothly and you went home incredibly happy. See, one can get what they wish for with a little convincing.        

Denmark 1

Now Denmark was majority of the time a hot headed fool but, nonetheless, you had a crush on him. He’s so thick-headed that he doesn't even realize nor notice your feelings. You’re pretty sure that all the other Nordic’s know of your feelings, they really are that obvious, and so they try to help you when they can. But no matter what they tried, nothing really got through to him. You were close to just flat out shouting in his face that you liked him, but you continuously believed that he would figure it out himself so you never did tell him.

You were in your house, gathering ice cream and movies for a night for yourself. Another day passed without Denmark realizing your feelings and you were beginning to feel tired. Placing your favorite movie, which happened to be a tear jerker, into the DVD player, you plop down onto the couch and snuggle into the pillows with the ice cream.

“Screw that Dane, I don’t have to suffer like this.” You press play as soon as the movie’s title menu popped up. “I can be happy by myself, and of course with my ice cream!” When the opening credits come rolling onto the screen, you scoop up a large portion of ice cream and stick it in your mouth. You drop the spoon and ice cream, holding your head in your hands. “Brain freeze!”

Tears sprung to your (e/c) eyes, the cause not only being the ice cream. Though you swore you wouldn’t cry because of the Dane, here you are doing exactly that. The sounds of actors speaking attracted your attention back the movie. You scowled and pick up the discarded ice cream from the floor, making yourself comfortable on the coach once again.

“No more thinking, just focus on the movie!” And you did just that . . . for 5 minutes that is. Your thoughts slowly drifted back to the stubborn hard-headed Dane. His bright blue eyes that always shined when he laughed, making your knees turn to jelly. Golden blond hair that was soft to touch even though it looked extremely rough and spiky. “Ugh, great now I have the one person I’m trying to forget stuck in my mind for good!” Suddenly the home phone began ringing. You reached over, stretching your body as far as it could, and plucked it out of its holder, pressing the green talk button in the process. “Hello?”

“(y/n)? Is that you?” Your breath caught as you recognized the energetic and cheery voice. A voice, that you were so use to that you could have figured out whom it belonged to from only a single word. The voice of the man you loved, still love.

“Denmark? You better have a good reason why you’re calling me so late at night.” You really weren’t in the mood for trying to act all sweet and crap. Your heart was basically broken even without the direct rejection from him.

There was a silence on the other line. You almost started to believe that Denmark had hung up when you heard his voice again, only this time more cautious. “Hey, you ok? You don’t sound to happy right now.” You let out an aggravated sigh, clicking pause on the DVD player remote.

“I’m just a little stressed out, so could you make this quick?” Guilt about snapping at him settled in the pit of your stomach like a stone. But you didn’t apologize, you couldn’t.

Another long pause before you heard another word. “Is something wrong? Anything I can help with?” You rubbed at your eyes, suddenly even more exhausted.

“What you can do is tell me why you called.” Your words were harsh, harsher then you meant them to be. But you couldn’t take them back so you kept silent, waiting for Denmark’s response.

It came shortly after you began playing with the edges of your (h/c) hair. “There have been reports of a suspicious person walking order your neighborhood. I called to tell you and make sure you were alright.” His voice sounded deflated, as if he had just been completely rejected. “Are you?”

Your (e/c) eyes widen at his concern. “O-oh, I-I’m sorry.” The words wouldn’t come out of your mouth easily; the guilt was gnawing at your insides. “Y-yeah, I’m alright.”

“Good, I’m glad that you’re safe and sound.” You could hear the relief in his voice clear as day. “Well that’s all I wanted to tell you. Have a good night.”

Before you could understand what you were doing, you called out to him. “Wait!” There was silence, no end tone so you assumed Denmark hadn’t hung up. “T-thank you . . . for calling and telling me this.” You hear his lively signature laugh and smile.

“Intet problem, you’re a good friend and I don’t want anything bad happening to you.” Your smile quickly turns sour. So he only saw you as a friend; that was just wonderful . . . “I’m sure you’re tired so I’ll hang up now . . . um . . . call me if you need anything.”

You nod but realize that Denmark couldn’t see you. “Of course. Goodnight.”

  “Godnat.” Then you heard the end tone. You set the phone back in its holder, gazing at it sadly.

You shake your head furiously, smacking your cheeks a couple of times. “(y/n), come on. Tonight’s the night to relax and forget.” And with that, you grab the DVD remote and press play, focusing everything on the screen.

Time Skip

A crashing sound coming from the front of your house woke you from your dreamless sleep. You blinked a couple of times, trying to get the rest of the drowsiness out of your system. Glancing at the TV, you saw that the screen was completely black. Strange, you didn’t remember turning the TV off before you fell asleep. “Huh? Maybe a power outage or something happened and the TV shut off.”

You sat up, rubbing the back of your head sluggishly when you heard another crash from the kitchen. Your entire body froze, listening for anymore sounds. When there weren’t any, you crept closer to the doorway leading into the hall. Looking carefully around the edge, you glanced down the hall trying to distinguish any movement.

Suddenly the shadows close to the open door leading into the kitchen moved, revealing the presence of a stranger in your house. You gasped softly when he turned in your direction, swiftly pressing your back against the wall in the living room. “This cannot be happening!” Your voice came out as a whisper so that whoever was out there wouldn’t hear you.

Footsteps sound in the hall, coming closer to your location. You hold your breath so that you won’t make a peep. When the footsteps stopped right in front of the living room door you squeezed your eyes shut praying that he wouldn’t find you. Then they continued walking, passing by the door and making their way farther into the house.

Once you were sure that the person was far enough, you tip toed to the phone slowly taking hold of it. Pressing in the buttons that you had long since memorized, you press the green talk button and hold the phone to your ear. The phone dialed a couple of times, you hoping that the Danish man hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

Then miraculously the dialing tone stopped and a tired sounding Danish voice answered. “Hallo? Who’s this?”

“Denmark?” You glanced behind your back, making sure there wasn’t anyone there.

“(Y/n)? That you? What’s up? You’re calling awfully late.” Denmark continued rambling, oblivious to your attempts to talk to him.

When he took a breath in between one of his sentences, you cut him off but did it in a whispery voice. “Denmark, I’m scared.” That shut him up quickly and when he talked again his tone was completely serious.

“What’s wrong?”

You struggled to control your breathing so you didn’t start hyperventilating. “There’s someone in my house. I don’t know who they are but so far they haven’t found me.” There was a creaking sound coming from close by and you stopped talking, pulling the phone away and straining to hear anything else.

After a few minutes of nothing, you slowly brought the phone closer to your ear only to have to take it back away at the loud yelling of your name. “(Y/n)! Answer me!”

“Ssssshhhh! Do you want them to find me?” Fear was laced into your voice, which quieted Denmark down quickly. You took a shuddering breath, to help calm you down a little. “P-please, help me.”

That did it. Rustling noises came from the phone and then there was Denmark’s voice. “I’m on my way. Hide yourself, so that they won’t be able to find you. But keep on the line so I know that you’re alright.” A feeling of relief spread throughout your body as you heard a door slam from the phone.

“Thank you.” You cradle the phone in your hands as you slowly stand up. Everything that happened next almost felt like it was in slow motion. Your elbow brushed against the lamp on the side table next to the couch, effectively tipping it over and sending it to the ground. As it hit the floor the smashing sound it made echoed loudly.

You gasped and spun around as quickly as you could as you heard noisy footsteps stopping at the living room door. The phone in your hand buzzed, signaling that someone was talking so you held it up to your ear. “(y/n), what was that!?”

Tears started leaking out of your eyes making the (e/c) in them gleam. “Denmark . . . hurry!” The man, as you finally could tell, walked into the room and snatched the phone out of your hand, ending the call.

“You trying to hide from me sweet cakes?” The man’s hand extended forward, reaching out towards your face. The moment he touched your cheek, you flinched and took a step back.

You’ve learned from many movies that you’ve watched to not show fear in such situations. So you set your lips in a straight line and glared at the stranger. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” Since you’ve already been found out you felt like you didn’t have to keep whispering.

The man chuckles, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. “Who I am doesn’t really matter but I’ve been watching you for a while, where you go and what you do, I see it all. From all that studying I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re just what I’ve been looking for.” A creepy smile spread across his face as he walks closer to you. For every step he takes forward, you take one back until you’re pressed against the far wall.

“What are you going to do to m-me?” You tried to keep your voice steady but it cracked at the end, showing how scared you really were. This was the first time something like this has ever happened to you and the only thing keeping you from breaking down in tears was the knowledge that Denmark was on his way.

You could feel the hot breathe of the stranger as he leaned in real close to you. “Who knows, I might do a little of this or a little of that. But-.” He takes out a pocket knife from his coat and holds the blade to your neck. “If you struggle at all I will slit your throat.” You swallow hard, fear evident in your (e/c) eyes.

Suddenly there came the sounds of something being smashed to pieces and the man twists around to the living room door. There in the middle of the door frame, holding his battle axe and looking pissed beyond belief, was Denmark.

“Step away from the girl.” He took a step closer, his free hand clenched into a fist.

The man retaliated by grabbing your wrist and pulling you in front of him, once again holding the knife at your neck. “Don’t move. Take another step and she dies.” Denmark freezes, his expression darkening another shade.

“Let her go and if you do I promise not to kill you . . . much.” You could feel the man trembling by the hand he has on your shoulder. One more push and he would give in.

Denmark lowered his axe so that it was parallel to the ground and aimed straight at the man. The two had a stare off, neither moving, but Denmark’s stance showed that he would spring into action at any sign of danger. Then the stranger finally acted. “Fine!” He shoved you towards Denmark, rushing to the closest window, opening it and leaping outside.

“Woah, careful!” You stumbled forward, but Denmark’s hand steadied you. “You okay, (y/n)?” He rubbed your back in soothing circles, slowly bringing you down into a sitting position.

The tears that you had been holding in burst out and you sobbed into Denmark’s chest. “I-I was s-so s-scared! I d-didn’t kn-know what was going t-to happen to me . . .” You felt a hand go through your (h/c) hair, a calming motion. After a few minutes of endless sobs and soaked t-shirts, you managed to quiet yourself down enough to talk again. “Thank you . . .” Something soft and warm touched your forehead and you looked up to see Denmark gazing at you with tears in his blue eyes.

“I’m so relieved that you’re in one piece.” He wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you tightly. “When the phone hung up I swear my heart stopped beating for a second.” You buried your head further into his chest, grasping a handful of his shirt.

For a second you believed that Denmark really did have feelings for you, but then you thought back to the first phone call. You pushed him away, keeping your eyes downcast. “That’s because I’m your good friend right?”

“No.” Your head shoots up at that single word, looking at him, before your head gets tucked under Denmark’s chin. “It’s because you’re special to me, you always have been special to me.” Slowly he pulls your head away, staring into your (e/c) eyes. “Jeg elsker dig, (y/n).”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Denmark loved you too. “I-.”

“But I’m sure you don’t feel the same way. You’re always treating me like family.” At those words you literally face palmed. “(y/n)! What’s wrong?” You look into the Dane’s concerned face and sigh, grabbing the lapels of his coat you pull him face to face.

“I love you too; you were just too dense to notice.” And with that you smashed your lips together, silencing any words Denmark wanted to say. But it didn’t take long for him to respond to the kiss. He brought you closer, caressing your cheeks.

When the two of you separated, Denmark stared at you with love filled eyes. “At least that guy was good for one thing.” He nuzzled your nose. “Bringing us to together that is.” You giggled cutely and kissed the Dane again. “Why didn’t you say anything before? About your feelings for me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well I kind of made it really clear that I liked you without saying anything. All the other Nordic’s figured out easily, except for you.”

“Huh? When was this?” You shake your head in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. The important thing is that we’re together now.” The two of you smile at one another and share a sweet kiss with you ending it. “Now there’s one more thing I want to ask.”

Denmark grins happily. “Ask away.”

“Did you break my break my door when entering?” The Dane quickly paled at the sight of your sweet yet hiding-a-deep-anger face.

He quickly leaped to his feet, slowly backing up while holding his hands out in front of him “(y/n), I can explain!”

“Sure you can. Right after you’ve learned your lesson!” You chase after the retreating Danish man, giggling to yourself. Yup, this was the beginning of a beautiful yet sometimes painful (for Denmark) relationship.              
Intet = No
Godnat = Goodnight
Jeg elsker dig = I love you