GerUk/GerEng Collection

A New Year's Eve to Remember

     It may have been winter time and he may have been in the Northern United States, but for England, it might as well have been summer with the sweltering temperature of the banquet hall. The blaring pop music was not much help either. Why did he always let America drag him to these things?

     At least he wasn't the only one not enjoying himself. Throughout the night, the Englishman had been stealing glances at a particular blue-eyed German that sat at a table directly opposite of where England sat. Germany held his signature frown, but there was something more off and miserable to him. He looked almost tired with sagging shoulders and a downcast gaze that stared at nothing in particular. He completely related to the other's mood. Socialization and crowds could zap a lot of energy from you. Part of him wished he had the confidence to go over there and have a friendly and comfortable conversation, but he never could say a word to Germany outside of country business.

     It wasn't that England was scared of Germany himself, at least not in the way one would think. For decades, England had found himself becoming more and more nervous around the German. His throat became tight and his heart seemed to beat out of his chest whenever he got too close. First, he chalked it up to old wounds and fears of the war since the "symptoms" appeared a few years after the second world war, but as time went on, the feeling didn't go away, if anything it became stronger.

     Love. That's what France had told after picking up on the behaviors and reactions. Naturally, England denied any possibility of it, especially to France. Him? In love? Nonsense. But, as time went on and he found his eyes often wandered to Germany when he wasn't thinking, he couldn't deny it to himself anymore.

     So there he sat, staring at his decades-old crush from across the room. For a moment, he tore his gaze away to look at his watch. 11:30 pm, only a half-hour until midnight. Other couples had already made their way to each other, preparing for the countdown. As he watched them move, he wished he could just glide over to Germany and spend this last little bit of the year with him. He felt only more heavy at the thought.

     Half an hour soon turned into 20 minutes and 20 minutes into 5. The number of pairs increased and began to collect in front of a large screen displaying the ball drop going on in New York. Germany never moved from his spot and neither did England. As everyone waited for the new year to begin, waiters began handing out shots to everyone to celebrate. As the small glass of amber liquid was placed in front of him, England began to devise a plan to at least boost his confidence. Taking the glass, he gulped it down, feeling the alcohol burn his throat.

     Feeling much lighter, he pulled himself up from his seat and strode over to his crush, mustering up all the confidence he could. Voice began to chant as he took a seat next to Germany. Actually being next to him proved to be more difficult than he had originally anticipated even with the alcohol. As a red blush creeped up his neck and onto his face, England scanned the crowd for some reassurance, refusing to look at the nation beside him.

     He eventually locked eyes with a familiar, long-haired man. France stared back with a knowing smirk as wrapped an arm around his own lover and England's brother Scotland. England scowled and turned away to meet the concerned and confused Germany beside him.

     "Everything okay?" Germany asked, his cheeks dusted pink.

     "Uh...I'm...I'm f-fine. J-Just a little warm is all."

     "Understandable."

     Despite their conversation ending, neither turned away. England felt that the other's icy blue eyes could see right through his soul though that was mainly just his fear talking. He then drifted down to Germany's lips. Thin and pale, but still inviting. He didn't even realize he was leaning in as the final seconds ticked down. Their lips connected just as the clock struck midnight and the party erupted into cheers and applause. They pulled away, matching smiles and blush dawning on their faces.

      "That was one hell of a way to start the year," Germany said breathlessly.

     "Indeed it was love."

      Germany was leaning in for another one, but stopped short as squeal came from in front of them. There stood Italy and France with matching stupid smiles and widened eyes. Germany grabbed England's hand and guided him out of the hall to have some privacy. 

Author's Note: Happy New Year's everyone! So long 2020, hello 2021! What a year huh? Let's not do it again okay. Anyway, almost forgot to write a fanfic for this despite really wanting to. Sorry if it is a little rushed, but I wanted to get it out before midnight (which I did thankfully). I hope you enjoy and I hope everyone has a good and safe 2021!