There was nothing else in the world I loved more than fighting (and of course defeating) that stupid aristocrat, Austria. Or…at least…that's what I thought…

It was a normal day. I was fighting the War of Austrian Succession with Spain and France. They were pretty decent friends of mine. Especially France. Old Fritz was really close to his leader, so we saw each other quite a bit. This war brought the three of us together again.

It was the end of another long day of fighting. Which was awesome because I love fighting. Austria doesn't stand a chance against us. He knows it. That's why we can relax in the evenings. No need to be on edge. It's awesome. Spain was lying in the grass, sprawled out like he does. I think he was asleep, which isn't surprising. I was sitting against a tree, sharpening my sword. France was watching the sun set.

His back was to me at first. The sun reflected off of his golden locks and made him look like some kind of angel. It was…beautiful. Then he turned to me. Mein Gott. The sun lit up his face and made his eyes sparkle. I felt really fucking weird. My stomach felt all strange and my chest got kind of tight. And I couldn't decide if I felt sick or…good.

"Prussia?" His voice drew me out of my thoughts. "Prussia, you are staring at me. Is something wrong?" I instantly turned my head away from him. My face felt hot. It was really, really, weird.

"Nein! I was just watching the sunset…you got in my way…" I told him. He smirked and shook his head. That smirk looked really attractive all of a sudden. I felt that sick feeling again. Where the fuck did that come from? France? Attractive? He was my friend. An ally. Nothing more. Of course not…it would be stupid to have any kind of other feelings for him! Don't be ridiculous!

…Who am I kidding? I loved him. It hit me in that moment. I, Prussia, Gilbert Beilschmidt, loved France, Francis Bonnefoy. What the fuck? Spain would laugh his ass off if he knew. So would France, now that I think about it. Hell, I want to laugh at myself. How could I be so stupid? I…I fell for one of my best friends. What the hell is wrong with me?

A lot. Kesese~ But despite the fact that I fell in love with France, I made sure nothing changed between us. The last thing I wanted to happen was for him to find out how I felt. That would make things really fucking awkward. I mean, it's not like things changed much. We still hung out, considering the relationship between our leaders and the war. Only sometimes when I used to want to punch him, I wanted to kiss him.

But whatever. It wasn't long before the war was over. And on August 17, 1786 Old Fritz passed away. I didn't see France much after that. Except on the battlefield when we fought against each other. That bastard didn't even know he had an advantage over me.

It's really hard to fight someone you love.