Falling in love with Germerica a bit here. However, I am posting this.

Rating to be decided. I own nothing. Enjoy.,

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Germany glared across the way at the air of nations bent over a simple and harmless book. However, it did not appear so harmless to Germany. It was nearly unthinkable because, well...

America was learning Dutch.

It shouldn't have bothered him so damn much, but it did. Every time America would tuck her hair behind her ear, and cast a shy glance at the Netherlands. His dislike of it only grew whenever the Netherlands leaned toward her more, clearly paying her more attention than anything else in the world. The lessons were not the crux of his problem. No, the lessons simply meant she hung around the Netherlands all the damn time.

Germany was a little irritated. Perhaps more than a little, if he were being honest. If she wanted to learn another language, which he still wasn't certain why she was even doing this, his made the most sense. It was the easiest for English speakers to learn and even her own national language had almost been German!

However, she hadn't gone to Germany. No. She'd gone to the Netherlands. Not even Denmark or Finland or even Sweden. The Netherlands.

That bothered him. As much as did America's soft voice trying to copy the Dutch accent.

"Jij eet broterhammen."

"Boterhammen," The Netherlands corrected lightly.

"Jij eet boterhammen." America repeated with a look on concentration on her face.

"What does it mean?"

"You eat sandwiches."

"Goed. Goed." The taller nation praised gently, his hand on her shoulder.

She beamed up at him with a truly pleased look that made Germany stare between them even harder. This looked perfectly innocent so far, however, he found his eyes straying to where the Netherlands was touching America.

It seemed a little inappropriate. Did it not?

However, there was no rule against it and they were on lunch for another twenty minutes. Northern Italy was excitedly talking with Southern Italy about something. Germany wasn't paying attention to that. He was looking at America's face as she plowed through the language exercise.

There was an enchanting quality about her when she was so focused.

Not causing any trouble at all. She was simply staring at the Netherlands and hanging off the other nation's every word.

That bothered Germany.

"Now the next one," The scarf-ed nation gestured to the book with a conspicuously kind warmth in his eyes.

Germany found that he did not care much for that either.

"Het meisje heft geen bo...borden." She said, the words were still a little clunky and unsure.

The Netherlands chuckled softly to himself. "What does that one mean?"

"The girl have... no has... the girl has no..."

America looked at the Netherlands with her words trailing off.

"What is Bord?"

"Bread," she answered instantly. "No. Plate."

He nodded. "Then Borden then would be?"

"Plate?"

"Plates would be more accurate." He said with a slight tilt of his head.

Germany watched as America nodded acceptingly. She adjusted Texas and looked thoughtful. It was a surprisingly good look on her. German felt his cheeks warm as they pinked a bit.

"And?"

"Wij heeben olifanten. Wait," America said looking back up at the Netherlands, "We have elephants? That is a phrase I am going to use in your country sometime?"

There was an amused grin on her face as the male nation nodded sagely. "What if someone wants to ask about a zoo? Or what if you have a particularly favorite animal that you like and want to share that information with a friend."

The blonde nation smiled and laughed softly. "Okay, okay. Wij heeben olifanten."

She placed her finger on the next sentence. "De Katten drinken bier." Her browns knit together and she started laughing. "The cats drink beer."

"You laugh," The male nation rebuffed her slightly, "but you are remembering."

America nodded and stifled her mirth.

"De katten drinken water, geen bier." She replied with a shake of her head.

The Netherlands looked highly pleased and closed the book. "Let's get something to eat before lunch is over. That is enough for today."

America nodded, readily.

"Sounds great, dude, what would you like to eat?"

"Ik eet boterhammen," he replied in his native tongue.

"Yeah," America smiled at him happily, "sandwiches sound good."

Germany couldn't exactly say why it bothered him to witness America work so tirelessly to learn Dutch. When she had first made the request at the last meeting, The Netherlands had been surprised and a tad suspicious. However, America had pleaded with him until he's agreed.

They still had to replace the lock on the men's bathroom from where America had stormed in to drag a resisting Netherlands out by his scarf. Germany had written it off as another America fad where she would grow easily bored and let the lessons fall away.

However, it appeared she was serious. He had heard from Belgium that America was visiting with the Netherlands between meetings.

Something twisted in his stomach at the thought. It was uncomfortable and made him angry, though he couldn't place why. Germany stared at the table, hearing but not really listening to Italy's rapid speech in the background.

America had always been nice with him. Even during WWII when she held POW in her lands. They had been treated more than fairly. Some had even been allowed to work the land and take classes. She'd even assimilated the mercenaries that England had hired so long ago, before she gained Independence, and Germany had been surprised by that as well.

So, yes, he had a soft of... infatuation for America. Germany felt himself flush slightly.

He waited patiently for them to return. However, it was harder than he anticipated because he found himself glancing at the clock over and over again. They had better not be tardy. He would give America a lecture she would never forget.

Some small part of him knew it was because he wanted her to be away from the Netherlands as soon as possible.

Three minutes until the meeting and America was nowhere in sight. Germany straightened his papers as other countries started pouring back in. Various conversations were cut short, as they parted with secret smiles that hinted at possible alliances or severed ties.

Ah, Politics. That he understood.

His blue eyes landed on the door way, with barely concealed anticipation.

One minute. She should be here by now.

The Netherlands strolled in with a satisfied look on his face and was missing his scarf. Germany had no time to ponder what had become of it, because America strutted in with it around her neck.

And Germany snapped a pen, he hadn't known he was holding, in half.

America has a very pretty blush on her cheeks and Germany adores the way she looks. He does not like that the Netherlands is likely responsible for it. She takes her seat next to England and Northern Italy. She's always so close and yet somehow just out of his reach.

He looks down at the ink dripping on his notes and scowls. He'll have to clean it up. He draws a handkerchief out of his suit breast pocket and wipes his fingers. As he starts blotting the paper, to get the worst of it up, he notices that America is looking at him. Her eyes were curious and Germany feels embarrassed by the fact she saw this.

He busies himself in getting all the ink up, pretending not to notice her watching him as Poland takes the floor for his newest announcement.

He discreetly sees her fiddle with the edge of her newly acquired scarf.

His hands ball into fists and her blue eyes look toward The Netherlands again. Germany sees the male nation smiling at America who looks away with a slight blush.

Germany doesn't like where this is going.

It would have meant nothing with Finland or Sweden. He might have been equally irritated with Denmark, but not on this level. The Netherlands was a bit more reserved.

Germany was a rather shy country, in many respects, he was not as outgoing with romance as other countries. War was easy, even endless meetings, but in dealings of the heart he was not as well versed. America, for the most part, had been rather similar. Until today, when it looked as if she were developing feelings toward the other nation.

That was an unexpected and unwelcomed development.

So, when she blew a kiss toward the Netherlands with a coy wink, Germany decided that he'd had enough. He shoved back from the table, startling Poland who gaped at him. Germany made polite excuses and left the room.

He needed to calm down.

Therefore he missed the 'thumbs up' between America and Northern Italy. Or how the Netherlands had to hide his smirk.