APH-EyesonmeCh7
Mar 9, 2011, 5:25:20 PMFan Art / Fan Fiction
Re: Eyes on Me Potato breath! Chapter 6 All I Need is
Warning ( Us/Uk )
It was always snowing , Alfred grumbled. He wondered what exactly he'd come to Germany for. Then he quickly saw Germany heading for a pub and remembered. He felt a dark frown spread across his face when he noticed Germany and what he was staring at.
That wall, was a constant reminder of what the allies had done to Germany after the war. He didn't like how he felt remembering how he acted back then.
He kept watching Romano come over to him and start talking. Then he watched Germany move close to Romano and kiss him. That sight made Alfred's entire face turn red.
Germany thought about Romano's words and the kiss. Germany knew that everyone had done there fair share of unsightly things but people seemed to dwell on his mistakes more than others.
He was taken aback to see Alfred in the bar with his brother. Alfred seemed to be holding a beer drinking contest. America looked up and saw Germany, A blush returned. "Um...Hello!" He muttered nervously. The sight of two men kissing was still a rather new thing to him. He remembered the first time he'd looked up gay porn and felt the blush deepen. He really didn't want to think about this right now.
Germany stared at Alfred and then sat down next to his brother. "What is he here for?" He asked in German. He didn't seem to know that Alfred knew how to speak it. "I want everyone to be pals. Do It for Romano , West. You two have similar interests! "
"Like beer." a voice injected in broken German.
Prussia and Germany looked at Alfred who was listening intently until he noticed that Germany was looking at him and then pretended to be playing with the coasters.
"...how did you..."
"Ah.. Well back in the war we needed to be able to translate coded messages..." He trailed off and looked at his drink. "I wanted to know what Lil Marlene went in German too." He admitted looking embarrassed at liking such a sentimental song.
" The old war love songs are great aren't they." Germany said before ordering a beer. "Yeah... England only seems to listen to old swing bands and punk music lately. "
"That's a odd sense of taste." Germany muttered picturing Arthur sitting by one of those old record players in a rocking chair with a old song playing. Then he tried to stifle a laugh.
"Hey he's got a new CD player and a ipod too." Alfred snapped making Germany wonder if he was a esper. " I got him one anyway." Alfred added looking slightly dejected
"Arthur is a older man than you...I am. It will take awhile for him to get used to the new technologies. " Germany recited while eying Prussia.
"I'm way older than he is and I have my own blog and everything!" He bragged sticking out his chest.
"I have one of those too!" Alfred chirped excitedly , He reached in his pocket and took out a iphone. It was opened to Alfred's flickr and the photos he'd taken on it.
When Germany gazed over at the screen he felt a smile forming as he noticed most of them were pictures of Arthur.
Arthur sitting in a rocking chair next to device that could covert records to mp3 files and a ipod home with some dust collecting on it.
The German pondered what to say before settling on : "Maybe if you taught him how to use the ipod he would use it.".
Alfred's face wrinkled a bit as took the phone out of view and started messing with the menu.
"I tried but Arthur... He hates learning stuff from me."
"Oh... He's like that."
Germany remembered feeling that way when he learned something from Feliciano. He always felt like he was defeated.
"He practically raise me as one of his own. And then I rebelled. I was surprised that he spoke to me during the wars. I think I hurt his feelings really bad..."
Alfred 's speech trailed off and he started at a photo of England at the pub by a drunk Francis. "It's probably too late to tell him now."
"It's never to late" Germany said with a determined pat on Alfred's shoulder.
America looked up at him with a shocked expression. After everything that they'd been through and done to each other. Was Germany actually giving him a pep talk about love?
Germany seemed to sense the awkwardness and withdrew his hand. America and Germany just sat there pondering the situation.
"Um... So Arthur likes the Beetles?" Ludwig asked noticing a poster signed by them hanging next to a sofa in the photo that seemed to be taken in Arthur's flat.
"Oh.. I thought so... I gave him that. But I get the feeling he just hangs it up when I'm visiting. It smells a lot like mothballs. " Alfred said.
"Well If he goes through the trouble to display your presents...Then there's hope..." Prussia said ,reminding the two he was sitting between them.
"Your too young to be worrying yourself about that stuff. " He added squinting at America. Germany was a bit confused as to why Gilbert seemed so serious and almost wise.
"I guess so," Alfred admitted with a grin. "Though I seem to have bad luck with giving presents. Germany nodded , He felt that he too was a terrible gifter.
"...Uhn. I don't really know what to get You either." America suddenly said looking hopeful.
"You don't need to trouble-"
"Yeah I do1 I'm the party planner I need to give everyone I invite something or that's just plain rude. "
Germany didn't know that throwing a party was such a serious matter. He pondered what he'd actually want from America.
"You like cars right?" He muttered remembering how quickly he'd decided what to give Aflred.
"Huh.. Dude don't tell me you bought me a Volkswagen!"
"Um... Sort of... You'll have to see it. "
"Huh? Oh Man.. You shouldn't spend that much on me. "
"Ah Don't worry...Just don't ask Feliciano for tips. He …always gets me car wax."
"Well Your car is very shinny. Makes my little trunk look old. "
"A truck?"
"I drive a Chevy mostly. It's cause I like fishing and the truck has a hook up. " Alfred explained, he stopped realizing he sounded really boring.
"Did you ever go with Arthur?"
"Hey Yeah! It was really fun! Arthur is really lucky! He caught a 10 lb bass once."
"Hn... Maybe you could get him something related to that. "
"Ah... never thought about it. It seems like everything we do turns into this whose the best contest."
"That's a shame."
Germany wondered what to say, He felt like he should be giving advice to help America out.
"Have you ever tried Just telling him? " ,Germany wondered making Prussia snicker.
"It Ain't always so simple ,West." He said in a low voice. Alfred recognized a person whose loved one loves someone else.
Still , Alfred thought.
"Hn...I suppose I have to try. Even though I'm probably going to mess it up." Alfred muttered as he downed the entire beer pint in one swig.
"I better go! Thanks for talking to me. " He said standing up.
"It's fine.,"Prussia said ," His beer's on me " He added telling the barkeep he was paying for America's tab.
After Aflred left Prussia chuckled. "That guy can hold a lot of strong beer."
Germany wasn't really listening to his older brother, He just watched Alfred step out onto the street and look around. He seemed to be looking for someone. Then Romano came running up and fussed at him. Alfred seemed to laugh and let Romano grab his hand and pull him to a taxi.
Time flew by fast. Before anyone knew it it was Christmas eve.
Germany had not been to a party that wasn't in Germany so he felt extremely awkward. What made it worse was going to the part with Romano ,Italy and Spain.
All of the sat in the business class on the plane. Antonio sat by Italy and was flirting rather shamelessly with him. Romano was doing a pretty good job of ignoring him and instead was staring at the clouds.
"I hate planes..." he muttered subconsciously grabbing Germany's hand when the plane experienced turbulence. Ludwig blushed when he did and held his hand reassuringly.
"I don't like them much either." he whispered. Romano blushed as he noticed that Ludwig had been very gentle with him lately.
Ever since that kiss.
They hadn't kissed since then but Ludwig was always hugging him when they met. At the airport he had seen Romano walking in and smiled at him. He had hugged him and then nodded at Feliciano who pouted a bit.
Feliciano had been told by Ludwig that he loved Lovino. It had hit him rather hard but he seemed to be taking it well.
Antoino was still being a little bastard about being rejected. He had dug up all the tomatoes in the garden and sold them, Then he'd planted something else there.
Romano sighed as he glanced back at the man he'd always considered a close older brother. It hurt seeing him like that. He didn't want Germany thinking that Spain was not a nice man.
Feliciano saw his brother look back with a heartbreaking expression and then frowned. He turned his gaze to Antonio and asked " What is your deal? "
"You were rejected too!" Spain grumbled. " I'd expect you to be just as crushed as me."
"I was...But I want to see Romano smile more than I want to be mad. " Italy said sounding like he'd become wise all of a sudden. " I thought that you would want that too. "
Antonio paused and removed his arm from Feliciano's shoulder. "You don't understand me..."
Antonio had fallen madly in love with South Italy so many years ago that he couldn't remember what not being in love with him was like. He had never expected anyone else to come along and steal Romano from him. He had never considered it.
That was what made him the most angry.
He'd expected Romano to let him court him and then they would live together forever.
Germany felt relieved when they left the plane. Romano practically sprinted out of the door and kissed the ground. Italy had done the same thing.
Feliciano smiled and patted Lovino's back.
"It's okay Romano! Hey look it's England and Big Brother France!" He said becoming slightly distracted half way through.
France waved to Antonio who halfheartedly waved in return. Francs made a face and glanced at Germany accusingly. "Mon Ami... You should not dwell on love lost." He said in a musical tone.
Antonio sighed and looked at Arthur who was giving him a dark scowl.
" He always whines when he loses." England said with a shrug. He was carrying three small wrapped objects in his arms.
Francis noticed Germany looking at them and laughed.
"This old man still doesn't trust bag carriers. Ever since that one time they put his presents on the wrong flight and he had to replace them quickly at a convenience store. " Francis explained while leaning on Arthur's shoulder with all his weight.
Arthur glared at the Frenchman and blushed. "You swore you'd never tell anyone... Damn it. Why'd I think You'd honor it." He growled yanking away and turning around.
Italy and Romano knew that he was looking for a store that sold baileys now. Last year he had found one and showed up to the party drunk and half dressed. He'd cornered everyone with a mistletoe hat and kissed them all on the lips. Later when he'd sobered up he locked himself out on the rooftop and had to be coaxed down.
That had been Francis fault too. The Italies looked at Francis with matching death glares ordering him to fix it. Francis sighed and then hugged Arthur tightly. "There there no need to be embarrassed! Look is anyone laughing at you? "
"Well... no.." Arthur muttered looking at the twins and then at Germany.
Germany felt beads of sweat form on his forehead.
" I would not laugh at that. It's happened to me too." He said sounding nervous.
Arthur seemed to be comforted that Germany had been through that too. " I felt terrible gifting a fleece blanket to America when he always gives me these luxury items." He said. Germany nodded remembering the iPod and record-converting device.
"They always look weird in my old little flat with all my old furniture. "England added.
Romano fidgeted and flinched when Arthur looked at him.
"Oh We should be getting there" Arthur said looking embarrassed and quickly marching into the terminal.
As they left the landing area Germany noticed that Francis was looking irritated all of a sudden. He remembered seeing a similar look on America's face
Arthur only seemed to talk about America so Germany wondered what the problem was.
Soon they had arrived at America's mansion. Germany was taken aback by how big it was and how many rooms it had. Romano had tried to explain to him earlier that this house was just a show place where he held parties, and that Alfred lived in a artist loft in New York.
"Ho HO HO! " Alfred shouted as he came bursting out of the door wearing a red suit and fake white beard.
He waved at them excitedly and then tackled Romano into a bear hug. "Glad to see you! How was the flight! I made sure to get you into a better section."
"Ah..." Romano gasped as he was hugged a little too tightly, " It was still…bumpy.." He managed to get out. Alfred let go and pouted. "Man I was hopping it would be a nicer trip. Sorry man." He said rubbing his neck. "Please don't worry about it... (I got to let Germany comfort me..)" He added part of that in a low whisper.
Alfred chuckled and then looked at Germany. "Hey Glad you made it! " He greeted the blond like they were old buddies. "Ah... I ...brought over a keg of Beer." Germany spoke nervously. He still wasn't used to being outgoing yet.
Then he looked at France for a moment, France met his gaze and they just stared at each other. He looked at the presents in Francis's hand. "Dude... Those better not be anything like last time."
Francis sighed.
"It was meant as a joke. I told you."
Alfred shook his head and then looked at Arthur. He seemed to lose all confidence suddenly when Arthur stared at him. "Ah... uh... Merry Xmass.."
"Christmas... Can't you speak like a Englishmen? "
"But I'm an American..."
"...sodding... " Arthur shook his head and headed inside. Alfred grumbled and waved for them to all follow.
Germany paused and looked at Francis and Romano. "Is it always-"
"Yes..." they both said with a frustrated look.
Germany was beginning to see why America was always frustrated when he talked about Arthur and his relationship. Arthur talked about his so fondly but as soon as he was in front of Alfred it was like a switch went off.
Inside it was a lot like a club , Music playing Christmas lights flashing red green and blue lights and a big dance floor. Germany didn't like the type of music that was playing. For someone who supposedly like Lil Marlene Alfred was playing some loud pop music.
"Ah... If you guys want some quiet then go in there. " Alfred said noticing the frown on Germany's face. Romano smiled at Germany , "You'll like this." He said as he pulled him over there. Italy was off talking to everyone.
When they stepped foot through the french doors Germany let out a whistle. It was a nice clean room, painted a soft pastel blue and covered with book cases. Soon Germany realized there was some music playing and looked over to see Arthur fiddling with the ipod sitting in a little dock with big speakers next to it.
Arthur looked up and sighed. "I don't know why he always has to be so flashy, I know for a fact that he prefers it in here.
Looking around Germany could see why this place was comforting to Arthur. It looked almost exactly like the flat England lived in. The only difference was a pair of french doors leading out onto the ocean. Out there was a set of patio furniture and a barbeque pit.
"He holds his birthday out here too." Arthur said with a slightly sad smile. "He always invites me over like its his place"
Germany looked up at him with a confused expression but Romano shook his head at him. He waved him over and then muttered " This was once of Arthur's plantations... America had it remodeled about 6 years or so after a hurricane nearly destroyed it. He had it put on a new foundation and everything.
"He kept this room just like Arthur left it. "
Ludwig felt his patience with England and America growing thin. He just wanted to yell out that they loved each other and get it over with. He didn't understand why those two kept fighting so much. Romano seemed to sense his intentions and quickly convinced Germany to leave Arthur alone by saying he was hungry.
Outside Germany realized that it wasn't music at all but a singing type of game that everyone was playing. America was singing a song while Russia was on drums and Lithuania was on guitar. America was over singing every note and sounded terrible but he seemed to be having fun.
Arthur came out and sighed. Then he walked over and took the guitar from the shy brunette. "Isn't there anything decent on this?"
"Ah... Well there are some.." Alfred muttered blushing slightly and Russia selected a song that made Alfred blush more and smack him on the head.
"Hey Not that..." He trailed off when the music started.
" Your love is like a tidal waveSpinnin' over my head Drownin' me in your promises Better left unsaid "
Romano had to repress a laugh when Germany was shocked at how Alfred was singing this song. He sounded like he knew how to sing.
Alfred gave Russia an dirty look and then sighed before continuing to sing.
" You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasies The invincible winner, and you know that you were born to be You're a heartbreaker, dreammaker, "
He seemed to be turning a deeper shade of red as he continued the song.
Arthur pretending not to notice and had unlocked star power in no time, He had been a band for a while.
Francis had snuck out his video camera and was tapping as England did the guitar solo like it was easy.
Soon why Alfred didn't want this song playing became clear as he started belting and dancing like he in a mash pit.
When it was over everyone clapped and demanded an encore. Alfred was beat red at this point and Scowled at Francis threatening to break the camera if he ever put that on you tube or the internet.
"Ah... Alfred really likes 80s music but he doesn't like to let anyone know." Romano said remembering one time he'd given Alfred a Collection of Bentar , Blondie and others.
Russia obviously was rather close to Alfred since he seemed to know too. They had fought each other during the cold war but after they seemed to have this love hate relationship It was a relationship that made Arthur feel uneasy.
Instead of playing the same song Russia selected "Lets Dance." and then a slew of other 80s romance songs. Arthur started to look over at Alfred who was singing 'If you say run, I'll run with you
And if you say hide, we'll hide Because my love for you Would break my heart in two ' and then finally seemed to get why Russia kept playing love songs. Or what he thought was the reason.
After the song Arthur left and Alfred turned and watched. Then he looked at the crowd and said he was taking a break. He rushed after Arthur and Mathew went over to Russia and kicked him in the shin.
"You know he misunderstands everything."
"I was just trying to push them " Russia said looking innocently at the other strawberry blond. "That hurt... Yknow..." he added menacingly.
Germany stood there and then glanced at Romano. He was a bit taken back to see Italy beside him handing him a wine glass. "Oh dear...I hope Arthur will figure it out soon. This is so old now."
"Hey Do you want to sing something? I bet there something with Italian on there. "
Before they got set up everyone heard Alfred shout "YOU THINK I LOVE THAT THICK SKINNED RUSSIAN!? " and then Arthur speaking.
Alfred closed the door to the room with all the books and sat down. Francis grabbed Canada's hand before he could go in after them. "Let them be... They have to figure it out eventually."
"Why do you think that when he didn't start playing love songs until YOU started playing the game too?" Alfred wondered rubbing his temples in anguish.
Arthur started at him with a confused look. "Is that what he was doing?" He wondered sitting down in a chair facing the sofa Alfred was in.
Russia felt his skin and wondered if he was really that thick. He was trying to watch meat intake along with America. He was going to have to teach Alfred not to call him fat later.
"Why... Do you fail to see that... I mean... Look around. I kept it the same as back then. Why would I do that other than.." Alfred seemed very frustrated for some reason.
Arthur got up and made some tea in the little coffee maker next to the fridge. "Not everything is the same." he muttered. " You know coffee tastes better when you make it on the stove.
"I tried but I keep...burning it." Alfred muttered kicking his feet awkwardly.
They were both quiet as the coffee cooked. Then when Arthur got up Alfred sighed.
As Arthur walked back and handed Alfred a cup , America looked up and said :
"I love you."
Arthur nearly dropped the cup but Alfred took it and the drank some despite hating the taste of tea altogether.
"I...What...Why are you telling me that like this..."
Arthur seemed to be in a trance right now.
" because When I try to show you you misunderstand" Alfred grumbled looking at the rest of the tea.
" You put milk and sugar ..."
"Isn't that how you always had it."
"Yeah... but I was a kid then. "
"Oh..." Arthur said with a faint blush.
When Alfred looked up Arthur was in tears. Alfred sprang up and then hugged Arthur tightly. "Hey don't do that... " He insisted trying to stop the older nations tears.
"I always thought... That you hated me..." Arthur whispered between sniffs. He felt so embarrassed for crying in front of Alfred again.
"How could I ever..." was all Alfred said as tears seemed to be spilling out of his eyes too.
Outside Romano, Francis and Canada were eavesdropping. They all let out a sigh of relief. Canada and Romano looked at Francis like they were expecting him to start crying. "Ah... I knew all a long that I was a mere brother to him. " The Frenchmen said looking rather old all of sudden, "
Then he looked at Antonio. "You really ought to get over it and treat lil Romano better. " he said harshly.
Romano was sitting alone looking slightly bored when Antonio approached him. Lovino looked up at him and flinched. "What do you want...?" He asked sounding slightly scared. Hearing that in the southern Italian made Spain's heart flutter.
Spain sat down and let out a big sigh. " I love you... I've loved you for along time. " He admitted looking forlorn. " I though that you love me too."
Romano frowned , puffing his cheeks like he did back when he wore a dress and pink shorts. " I do Love you idiot...Just not that way. " He muttered looking irritated and making Spain shrink back a little.
Spain sighed , He really should have figured that out before now. Spain reminded Lovino too much of Rome for him to think anything else of him.
"That German is lucky , no one makes pizza like you can. "
Romano felt a blush form , " Bastard you always said Italy was the best cook...What the hell!?"
Spain laughed humorlessly , "I know... I'm sorry I made you feel like Italy was the more important one. You were always my favorite Italy. You were always the cutest."
"Is there anything the matter?" Germany's voice bellowed as he stared down at Spain. Romano looked up at Germany and blushed. "... you like pizza don't you?" He muttered.
Germany paused and then nodded " Yes..." the paused again . "Why?"
Romano stood up and then took his hand, "Um.. Is it okay if instead of a gift I cook for you? IS it okay if America is there too?"
Germany stared at Romano who looked extremely cute , all flustered and embarrassed. "Of course... " Germany said as he wrapped Romano is his arms and kissed him gently.
Romano turned beet red and buried his face in Germany's chest. "Wah? "
Germany pointed up to the small green fern with a red ribbon and a bell over him. Romano blushed more and decided it was best not to mention who he'd kissed last year under it.
Maybe another time.