Aren't Wars for Countries?
___ eyes stared into bright red eyes, both glaring at the other. The pudding was yours for more than enough reasons, but above all of them, the Prussian man should have been a gentleman and given up the pudding for you.
'You're dealing with Gilbert, ___, not Arthur.'
"Give it up, ___," Gilbert snarled, trying to get the last pudding cup out of your tight grasp.
"Give me one reason why I should!" you retorted, dragging the cup slightly closer to your body.
"I'm zhe Awesome me!" he shouted.
Yes, you were fighting over the last pudding cup on the Pudding Cup Table at the UN meeting. What could you say? You liked pudding, and apparently, your "awesome" rival did too.
"Like I haven't heard that one before," you rolled your eyes, briefly moving them from the Prussian's hard gaze.
Why was there only one pudding cup left? Well, the answer was simple. Alfred, the personification of America, had taken most of them because he was one of the few nations that even bothered with the Pudding Cup Table. He would have gladly given you a cup; you were one of his best friends after all, but that wasn't the point here. Gilbert was your enemy, and if you gave up the pudding cup, you'd be giving into his "awesomeness." That was an intolerable act on your part.
"Just let go, Frau!" Gilbert growled, tugging the pudding towards him.
You were losing your grip, "What are you even doing here? You're not a country anymore!"
Gilbert's eyes widened at the accusation, and you knew you had struck a nerve, "You never vere a country!"
That, to say the least, was true. You were not a country, but you were friends with most of the countries that they invited you to most of their meetings. However, no one really seemed to care if Gilbert was there or not except for the Frenchman and the Spaniard.
"Zat is enough, Bruder, ___," Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother and the personification of Germany, had squeezed his way in between your mini-war and grabbed the pudding cup.
"Bruder! I vas teaching zhis frau a lesson!" Gilbert sounded like a kid whining to his parents when they told him to go to bed during his favorite TV show.
"___ doesn't need to be taught anyzhing!" Ludwig's eyes flashed in anger at his brother. "Don't you remember who started zhis whole rivalry?"
That's right. Prussia had started the whole rivalry between you, and, you had to admit, you did add fuel to the fire in the beginning. As time wore on, though, your opposition was being contributed to from both sides.
"It vas her fault! Zhe frau overreacted!" the Prussian man protested, gesturing towards you with his hand.
"She had every right to react zhat vay!" the German man shouted as he opened the pudding cup and stuck a spoon in it. He put a spoonful in his mouth. "Mmm
" he closed his eyes, loving the taste and consistency of the food in his mouth. "I have had enough of zhis fighting between you two!" he looked at you this time, glaring with his blue eyes. He took another spoonful of pudding into his mouth. "It iz disrupting mein meetings!"
" Gilbert began to protest.
"No 'but's!" Ludwig shouted, crushing the empty cup in his hands. "If you two intend to act like children, I shall punish you as if you vere children!"
"Vest! Zhat is totally unawesome!" the white-haired man complained.
"Too bad! You should have zhought of zhat before you two decided to fight over a pudding cup!" he tossed the crumpled cup into the garbage can on the other side of the room. Afterwards, he grabbed both your and Gilbert's wrists, taking you out of the dinning hall.
"Vhere are you taking us, Vest?" the almighty, "awesome" Prussia, for once, sounded terrified.
'What is he capable of?'
You soon got your answer when Ludwig opened a closet and took a pair of handcuffs off a hook that was bolted onto the wall. He turned to look at you two. He trapped your hand in first before taking the Prussian's hand and doing the same.
Fear and annoyance gripped your heart as you looked from Gilbert's pale hand to his face; he looked as if he were about to burst into tears.
"Zhis convention lasts for one more day, ja?" Germany smirked at the two of you as he took the key to the handcuffs from a hook underneath the one that had been holding the handcuffs. You watched as he put the key into his back pant pocket; he knew his brother nor you would dare touch his butt. "Vell, you two will be spending zhe rest of zhis convention togezher. Zhat is your punishment."
"Vest! Zhe awesome me cannot do zhis! Reconsider!" Prussia shouted as Germany pushed passed us and walked towards the dinning hall; Gilbert followed. "I mean, zhis vay makes it more convenient for me to violate her! You vouldn't want ___ violated, vould you?"
Germany turned around, seeming serious and scary at the same time as he stared into his brother's eyes, "If you touch her in anyvay she dislikes, you vill lose your vital regions, and it von't be done by your merciful bruder."
Germany was not merciful at ALL. If he were to cut off Prussia's "five meters" it wouldn't be as painless as it could be.
The Albino gulped audibly, "Who, zhen?"
"I'm sure Ivan vould have fun doing zhe deed. He could make you become vone vizh him even after zhey're cut off!" Germany truly looked sadistic as he said this, his blond brows furrowing and his lips curving into a smirk.
"You don't really mean
"I do, Bruder," Ludwig sighed before turning around again. "Just behave, and zhis convention vill be over before you know it."
"Frau?" Prussia nudged you at the UN conference table.
"What?" you hissed, trying to pay attention to Ludwig's presentation rather than the annoying man handcuffed to you.
"Vhy vere you so quiet during zhe whole zhing zhis morning?" he whispered as his brother continued in the background.
You couldn't exactly put a finger on why you had been silent during the whole fiasco, but you never were one to protest Ludwig's authority. You respected and feared him, rendering you helpless in his presence. It also just seemed natural to let the brothers fight, considering you already had a war going on with the older of the two. You weren't going to defend your enemy, even if it would benefit you in the end. This was not your battle; this was not your war; Prussia was.
"It wasn't my battle to fight," you replied, not removing your gaze from the projection on the screen that Ludwig was currently referring to.
"Vhat do you mean zhis vasn't your fight? Ve are stuck togezher for tventy-four hours!" Gilbert nearly shouted as he stared at you menacingly. "Ve'll have to eat togzher, go to zhe bazhroom togezher, shover togezher, and sleep togezher! Zhis is lebende Hölle for bozh of us!"
Now that you thought about it, you may have made a big mistake. Twenty-four hours with the annoying Prussian? Could you handle doing all of that with him? Well, you could skip one shower, and you could always convince him of the same. Then, you could force him to sleep on the floor instead of sharing the king-size bed in your hotel room.
'Yeah. Good luck with that, ___.'
"We'll get through this without disrupting privacy," you whispered back. "Now, pay attention to your brother."
Gilbert was silent for the rest of the presentation.
"You fille pauvre," a Frenchman appeared next to you, putting his hand casually on your shoulder. His expression showed mock concern for your situation. "Zhis is truly somezhing you shouldn't be subjected to, non?"
Before you could open your mouth to agree, Prussia shouted, "Get your filzhy hands off of zhe frau!"
Both you and Francis turned to look at Gilbert, shocked by his sudden outburst and anxiety for your privacy.
Prussia was beside himself. He didn't know how to get himself out of defending ___.
'Nice going, Gilbert. How are you going to get yourself out of zhis one?'
"She's meine hure!" he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you to his side.
"Did you just call me your whore?" you were furious, immediately shrugging both of their touches off of you.
"Nein, I didn't mean
You slapped him before he could finish, storming off towards the row of tables that held lunch foods. Of course, since he was handcuffed to you, he was dragged along.
"___, I didn't mean zhat!" Gillbert shouted once he recovered, following you from table to table as you collected the ingredients for a sandwich.
"Save it," you murmured as you sampled a piece of wurst.
The truth is, you had taken the Prussian's words to heart. Did he really think of you as his "hure?" Sure, you were rivals, but you never said anything suggestive to him or edged him on in any way. The only time he had included you in any innuendos was when your rivalry began. You weren't his "hure:" you weren't even his rival in some sense, considering you had wanted to end this thing between you two for a while now. It was always troublesome when you two met, and you could never enjoy yourself because the bulk of your time was dedicated to harassing the Albino. However, after what he called you, your hatred for him was rekindled to a new high.
"I said to save it," your voice cracked as you said this while the tears that had formed in your ___ eyes were threatening to spill over. You had been called a lot of things in your life, but someone's whore? That really hurt.
Gilbert had noticed all of this, and he stared at you, shocked. He didn't mean to say that, but he didn't want you getting any funny ideas about what he said to Francis prior to calling you his whore. However, he didn't think you a whore at all; you were too respectful towards yourself to be, and frankly, he thought you were prettier than all of the whores he's been with. He couldn't tell you any of that, though, because he knew you would use it against him; you hated him and only him, apparently. He couldn't let you cry, though. He'd die if you cried because of what he said.
"I vas going to zay, Frau, zhat I need to use zhe toilette," he said, changing his saddened expression to a more stolid one.
You looked at him, amazed by how cruel he truly was, but you didn't want him to have an accident in the dinning hall. It would make a mess, and that was unfair to the janitors. Sighing, you nodded and followed him to the closest men's room. He went in first, to see if the coast was clear.
"Zhere is no vone here, Frau," he whispered as he opened the door for you. "You can come in."
You hesitantly stepped onto the marble tile of the bathroom, your black heels clacking against them. You took the room in, filling your curiosity towards the men's room that you had harbored since you were a little girl.
"Don't peak, Frau," Gilbert snickered, drawing your attention to the Albino man. He was unzipping his pants, smirking at you as you watched, not realizing what he was doing, "unless you vant to."
When it finally hit you that he was going to use a urinal, you turned your back to him abruptly, blushing profusely.
He had finished after a minute or so, and when you heard him zipper up his pants, you thought it was safe to turn around. You glared at him, hoping he realized how indecent he was being, especially when there were stalls in the men's room as well.
He simply smiled at your expression before leading you over to the double sinks. He began to wash his hands, glancing at you in the mirror every once in a while. Knowing you thought he wasn't paying attention to your expression, he watched as pain and sorrow appeared in your features; your true feelings were coming out.
Sighing and ignoring the clenching feeling his heart was suffering from, he grabbed a paper towel and began to dry his hands, "You know, Frau, I didn't mean it. You aren't meine hure; I vas vrong to zay zhat you vere," he straightened up as he continued to dry his pale hands, looking down and into your eyes with his bright, red ones. "I have had plenty of hures, but comparing you to zhem iz like comparing Bregenwurst to a hamburger. Bozh are meats, but vone iz betzer zhen zhe ozher. Hamburgers are common, but Bergenwurst
zhat iz a true delicacy," he smiled as he said this, leaning down to throw the paper towel out.
You couldn't help the slight smile that came over your face, and sniffling, you ask, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Gilbert frowned at this, looking up to the white ceiling and sighing, "Vell
I suppose it iz because I don't vant zhis punishment mein burder gave us to be, vell, a punishment?"
You thought about his reason for a second.
'Would it be that hard to be civil towards him? Just until the convention was over?'
The thought was rather
new, but you didn't want to be miserable for the next twenty-four hours. Sure, you despised the man, but you could put your differences aside for one night. You were both adults
well, you were an adult, and he was sometimes. You figured it would be the right thing to do.
Besides, aren't wars for countries?
I see where you're coming from, Gilbert. I'm willing to make a temporary truce," you bit your lower lip, hoping this wasn't going to blow up in your face.
"Good. Zhis vill make zhis experience much eazier," he replied, smiling a full-teeth smile.
"Well," you sighed, putting out your free hand for him to shake, "I, ___, promise to be nice to Gilbert Beilschmidt for the next twenty-four hours. The terms are as follows: no peaking, no fighting, and once someone says to "please stop," we must stop what we are doing. Fair?"
His grin, shockingly, made your heart skip a beat, "I, zhe awesome Prussia, promise to be nice to ___ ___ for zhe next tventy-four hours wizh zhe terms being as follows: no peaking, no fighting, and once somevone says to "please stop," we must stop vhat ve are doing," he puts his hand in yours. "Zhis is my contract."
You shook his hand, smiling, "This is my contract."
And so, you two made a truce, but you couldn't help feeling like it wasn't going to last the twenty-four hours.
You were right. It was dinner time, and during the period between your little truce and the present time, Gilbert had made it hard for you to keep up your end of the bargain. He had touched you "accidentally," or so he claimed, multiple times, and each time was in a different location on your body because you had said, "Please stop touching me there." Apparently, he found the loophole that meant he could touch you anywhere but there. You didn't catch on, however, until the third or fourth time, and once you did, you put a stop to it, saying, "Please stop touching me." He stopped.
The next irritable thing that happened was getting ready for dinner. UN meetings always had fancy dinner parties, meaning a shower and a fancy outfit. Seeing that this was going to be a problem since you were handcuffed to Gilbert, you had both sat on your hotel bed, brainstorming ideas.
"Ve could just take vone togezher. I have no problem vith you seeing my body," Prussia seemed extremely nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders as he rested his chin on the back of his hand and leaning forward on his knee.
"I'm sorry, but I do have a problem with you seeing my body," you tried not to say it in a snappy way, but it was hard to do, considering how simple he thought this was. How simple it was to show off your bodies to each other. Sure, you agreed to get along and be mature adults, but mature adults didn't share a shower unless they were romantically or sexually involved. Last time you checked, those weren't the terms of the agreement. In fact, "no peaking" had been part of the terms.
"Vhy?" he smirked at you. "I bet your body is vonderful, Frau."
You blushed, despite the fact you knew he was just trying to gouge that reaction out of you, and pointedly looked away from him, finding the beige carpet suddenly intriguing. The thing is, you never were told such a thing in your life, and because of that, you were always insecure about your looks.
'More the reason to not shower with Gilbert.'
"Did you bring a bathing suit?" you asked him, seeing it as a possible item to pack since there was a pool at your hotel.
"Nein," he replied, shaking his head. "I vas not planning on going swimming."
'Well, there goes the idea of showering in bathing suits.'
You sighed, getting up from the bed. You saw only one way you two could do this, and as much as you weren't too thrilled about it, showering with him was not an option.
"Let's go get your clothes from your room, and then move your stuff here. My bed is big enough for us to share without touching," you said as you pulled him over to the door.
"Alright, Frau," he smiled as he walked you down the hallway to his room. When he opened it, the strong scent of cologne hit you, and you could hear the shower running in the bathroom.
"Mein bruder must be getting ready," Gilbert cured your curiosity as he walked over to one of the queen-sized beds in the room.
He quickly filled up his duffle bag before going to the wardrobe in the room. He opened it, and something yell flew from it, circling the room before landing on Gilbert's head.
" you trailed off, gazing at the cute chick.
"Zhis is Gilbird," Gilbert explained as he petted the bird's head with the index finger on his free hand. "I couldn't bear to leave him home, so I brought him here."
The hotel didn't allow pets, but you thought it was rather sweet that Prussia had went against that rule and brought Gilbird with him anyway. For once, you didn't wish bad luck upon the man.
"Hello, Gilbird," you whispered as you hesitantly put your finger out towards him. He simply blinked at it, and you boldly petted him the same way Gilbert had. Surprisingly, he didn't peck you, and instead, he enjoyed the attention.
Once the albino man had stopped smiling at the sight, he took his tux from the wardrobe, closed the wardrobe, and grabbed his duffle bag before leading you out of the room.
Once back in your own room, you went to your wardrobe, pulling out a midnight-blue cocktail dress. Grabbing a pair of panties and a bra from your bag, you walked into the bathroom with Gilbert trailing behind.
After putting your stuff on the vanity, you turned to look at your enemy, "Okay, Gil. This is how its going to work. Keeping our truce in mind, we will take turns using the shower. While one is taking a shower, the other is turned away, eyes clothes. Understand?"
"Completely," Prussia smirked before turning away from you, and so you began to strip. It was a pain in the ass when it came to the shirt you were wearing and the handcuffs, but with a little help from Gilbert, you had gotten it off. He also had to help you with your bra, though, and it was agonizing to not be able to hit him for the comments he had made.
" he smirked, drawing out the "I" in "nice."
"Oh, shush," you said, sticking your tongue out at the back of his head.
Before you knew it, you were in and out of the shower in a heartbeat. You quickly got dressed before helping Gilbert undress without looking. He told you he didn't mind showing off his naked body, but you, being the stubborn girl you were, refused to give into his suggestive ways.
"Ah, ___, Gilbert," Ludwig smirked at you two as he welcomed you when you two entered the hotel ballroom.
All around, people were dancing, drinking, and eating, but above all, they were socializing, something you weren't entirely too good at unless it was with friends. You had your enemy handcuffed to you; there were a million ways this night could go down.
"Good evening, Bruder," Gilbert hissed before dragging you towards your seats, which had been rearranged to accommodate your situation.
"Wait up!" you murmured after tripping over the hem of your dress with your heels.
"Listen, I don't mean to be rude
" Prussia trailed off when his red eyes met you, and he froze in the middle of pulling your chair out for you. His attention had left that; it was now on you.
Gilbert hadn't taken a good look at you this evening, since you were both rushing to be on time for this dinner party, but now that he could, he couldn't stop. You were gorgeous in the midnight, cocktail dress. The fabric hugged your curves, making Gilbert truly see them for the first time and realizing that you were better looking than he originally thought. A slit of missing fabric on your left sidethe closest to him this present momentrevealed your (s/c) leg, and Gilbert's perverted mind had him stroking the smooth skin.
His eyes then drifted to your neck and shoulders. A simple rhinestone necklace stretched from behind your neck to the beginning of your strapless dress, but his focus was on the flawless skin the dress revealed. He had a feeling it felt the same as your leg, but before he could get anymore dirty fantasies, his ruby eyes met your face. You had little make up on except for some silver eye shadow and red lipstick, but both items did you justice, not like you needed it. You lips looked plumper and even more inviting than the usually were, and your (e/c) sparkled in the candlelight. Your (h/c) locks were put back into a bun, strung with rhinestones, and revealing your matching earrings.
It was like he was seeing you for the first time, but he still missed the point. He didn't want you as an enemy or a lover; HE wanted to know what it was like to take a woman like you to his bed. HE wanted a taste of what it would be like to be with you forever because, honestly, he wasn't the type to be with someone for more than a month or two.
So, Gilbert got his new goal: he was going to bed you
Gilbert had been acting strange since you arrived. He just quietly sat next to you, ordering you wine when your glass was empty or asking you a general question here and there. Otherwise, he was staring at the dance floor.
To be frank, you weren't good at dancing. Not that you couldn't at all, you were just average, and you weren't big on dancing because of it. However, something felt different tonight; you WANTED to dance, and seeing all those people out on the dance floor, laughing and swaying to the beat wasn't helping. Then again, the only available partner was the man handcuffed to you.
"Gil?" you sighed, resting your cheek on your hand.
"Hmm?" he answered, not taking his eyes off the dancing people before him.
"Can you ask me a question?"
He turned to look at you, smirking, "You vant me to ask you a question?"
You nodded, staring into his fiery eyes as they softened under your gaze.
"Fine," he replied, leaning a little closer to you. "Vhat do you vant me to ask you?"
"Ask me to dance," you responded, smiling slightly. You didn't know if it was the five glasses of wine or just the fact you were feeling giddy, but you wanted to have fun, even if it was with a man you despised.
He chuckled at this as he got up and extended a hand, "Vell? May I?"
"May you what?" you smirked, hovering your hand over his.
In an instant, your hand was in his, and your body was pressed against him. Grinning deviously, he said, "Have zhis dance."
You giggled as he led you over to the crowd swinging to the beat.
Ballroom dancing was a custom at these things, mostly to bring back the old days when everyone was still young
That was what Austria had told you, anyway. Luckily, you knew ballroom dancing, but you were surprised to learn that Gilbert knew too. In an instant, you two were part of the crowd, twirling and swaying around the floor.
He must have seen the shocked expression on your face because he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Prussia vas a very old country, ___. You should dust off zhose history books and read zhem."
You purposely stepped on his foot for that one, saying, "Oops
He didn't do anything, though. He just smiled and said, "You are forgiven, Leibe."
'"Leibe?" What did that mean again
You couldn't remember; the drinks had, indeed, affected you.
The song ended, and you had become a little dizzy, "Gil? Can we go sit down
Suddenly, a slow song came on, causing the Albino to grab your attention with his eyes, "One more dance, ___. Bitte?"
You nodded in consent, not exactly sure why you had agreed when you were so out of it, but for some reason, you didn't want to make Gil unhappy.
Gil? Since when am I using that nickname with fondness?'
You shook your head as you were vaguely aware of your free arm being wrapped around Gilbert's neck. Warm breath sent goose bumps down your spine as it blew against your ear, and your hand that was handcuffed to the Prussian man's was engulfed in warmth as well. Looking up, you found yourself buried in Prussia's silver hair, and your trapped hand was pressed against his cheek.
"Ich liebe dich, Sexy," he whispered in your ear before pulling back and bringing his lips onto yours.
The kiss was demanding and consuming. His tongue quickly passed your lips, invading your cavern and possessing it fully. Completely and utterly confused, you simply followed the Prussians movements, and as soon as you did, he pulled away, furrowing his silver eyebrows and searching your (e/c) eyes.
" you murmured as he pulled you into a hug.
"Ja, meine Leibe?" he whispered, trying to soothe you.
"I don't feel so well
" you replied, burying your face into his shoulder.
"Ich weiß, meine Leibe," he rubbed your back and kissed your cheek. "Und es tut mir leid
I truly am."
don't know why
I hate you
" a hiccup interrupted you. "I
I mean, you
violated me when you first met me
Gilbert had been dealing with your hysterics since you two had left the dinner party early. He had taken you back to your hotel room, forcing you to lie down on the bed after he poured you a glass of water. All he could do now was wait for you to throw up and faint or just fall asleep. He didn't care which one happened, knowing you would probably throw up in your sleep if you managed to fall into it.
He had been lying next to you, listening to your life story. Right now, he was reliving the moment you two first met.
It wasn't a pleasant meeting, but a common one for him. He'd shake your hand, pull you close, and while he was feeling up your leg, he would whisper the same two lines he would whisper to any woman he wanted to have in bed with him, "Vould you like to meet my five meters? Because either vay, you're vital regions are mine
Oh, and when he met you, he wanted you in his bed alright; tonight, he had planned to do just that, but he was going to do it the right way. He would go slow and enjoy every pleasured moan and every blissful demand. For once, he actually cared about whom he bedded, but when he saw you intoxicated and so wholly out of it
he realized he hadn't cared at all. You wouldn't remember the pleasure he would have given you, and you wouldn't remember your first time (you told him you were a virgin when he told you to lie down on the bed.).
And that kiss
He wanted more of them, but he wanted them to be given to him willingly by you. He wanted you to remember. He wanted you to be happy. Why? Well, his younger brother had told him about something called "love." Hell, he knew what it was, but he just used it as a façade. Women were crazy for it, craving it, and he knew he could use it to his advantage. He didn't want to take advantage of you; he realized it tonight.
He also didn't want you to be his enemy anymore, but he had promised himself that he would tell you tomorrow what had happened between you two. What he had tried to do, and how he felt. Of course, in the end, he would probably just have you as an enemy again; maybe this time, you would loathe him to the point you wouldn't even bother with him. It would kill him, but he didn't care. He wasn't alive anyway. You had said it yourself; he wasn't a country anymore.
'Aren't wars for countries?'
He was hoping you would remember that, but he highly doubted it.
"Gil?" you had grabbed his hand, as well as, his attention.
"Yes, meine Leibe?" he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.
You wrinkled your nose, "What
does that mean
Gil? Why do you
do you keep calling me that
? Why, Gil?"
He forced a smile, removing the rhinestones from your hair. Your beauty deserved diamonds at the least.
"It means, 'my Love,'" he responded, knowing you wouldn't remember in the morning.
"Love? You know
I know something about
" you began talking nonsense again, but he loved your voice; he could listen to it for eternity.
"Vhat's zhat?" he asked, humoring you as he took your (h/l) hair from its confines on top of your head.
Prussia ignored the sting that comment had given him, reminding himself he had once thought the same and that he still does.
"Vhy's zhat?" he asked as he removed your earrings, setting them on the table with care.
and it's annoying
waiting and waiting
sometimes you don't kn
" you were fiddling with the strand of rhinestones he had pulled from your hair with your free hand while your trapped hand followed his.
"I know, meine Leibe," he chuckled at the irony. "I just figured zhat out."
? If you call me
does that mean
does that mean
you love me?" you turned to look up at him as he reached around your neck and removed your necklace.
He looked down at you, his red eyes filled with sorrow, but before he could say, "Ja," you spoke again.
"I think I
I love someone
Another dagger went through his heart, "Really?" he cleared his throat. "Who?"
'I'll kill the mischling.'
who? Vell, he talks like zhis," you giggled, "and he's
and he's sooooooooooo
annoying and awesome
he can be sweet
he's right here
in this room
next to me
handcuffed to me
Prussia merely chuckled before pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead, "Ich leibe dich auch."
"EEEkkk leb dick awk?" you tried to repeat what he said, sounding terrible.
He chuckled before helping you under the covers, "Danke, but ve'll have to vork on your German."
You simply nodded, yawning as you rested your head on the pillow. Gilbert turned around to turn off the light while Gilbird had made his bed on your halo of hair. The Prussian simply smiled before pecking your lips, and whispering, "I'm happy ve aren't countries, ___, because I don't zhink I could handle going to var against the voman I love
A German man entered a hotel room, ready to free his friend of his brother. The punishment was over, but just as he was about to voice his arrival, he was shushed.
A woman who looked as worn out as ever and that was dressed in a cocktail dress held her free hand up, pressing a finger to her lips. Her (e/c) eyes glared at the tall, man in the doorway.
"Don't start a war with me," she warned him.
"Shush!" she hissed, eyes flaring.
The blond sighed, putting the key to the handcuffs on the dresser before turning to leave. When the door clicked shut, the woman turned to the sleeping Albino next to her. Smiling, she ran her trapped hand through his silver locks. She remembered what he had said, and she knew whatever he was going to tell her happened last night, would be forgiven because she didn't want to start a war with the man she loved.
Aren't wars for countries?