Russian Empire's POV
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My head is spinning and my ears are ringing. The last thing I remember is passing out after I was somehow hit. I hope nobody saw that , that would've been an embarrassment.
I feel something on my face, some sort of warmth, a familiar scent is in the air. Prussia? my eyes open but my vision is a bit blurry, but it's enough to see his iconic color scheme. He looks like he just saw a ghost; his breath shaky. He gets up & tries to run, but I grab his arm out of reflex. I pull him into my lap as I sit up. my vision clears.
I can finally see him after so long. He looks at me as if I was some sort of criminal, breaking eye contact almost instantly, his breathing uneven, his hands shaking and his body temperature abnormally low. Why is he so scared?
I lean back a bit and pull him in, his head resting slightly under my head. "Why are you so scared?" I ask him with a soft tone, assuring him that I'm not going to hurt him, just in case what he's scared of is me, if anything that's probably the case.
"Is it me?" I ask him. "No.." He responds faintly. That's weird. I hear him sniffle softly. He's... crying? "I'm a failure, Russia..." he says to me in a shaky voice, his grip around my waist tightens, his sniffling continues.
"No you aren't, you'd be the last one I'd think about on the topic of failures." I tell him. "Really?" he asks me sarcastically "Prussia, you are anything but a failure." I assure him, my arms wrapping around him. "Thank you, Russland.." his voice soft and sincere, my heart skipped a beat. I hope he never calls me Russia again. I want him to call me "Russland" until the end of time. I hear him snicker softly.
"I felt your heart skip a beat.. was it the name?" He asks me. I can hear the smile in his voice. My heart is racing, my face hot as fuck "y-yeah, it kind of caught me off guard.." I mutter, trying my very best not to mix my words up while also trying to maintain the stability of my voice. He chuckles softly.
"Well, do you like it?" His voice is gonna drive me crazy. "maybe" I answer. He lifts his head to look at me. God he's hot. I notice tears still in his eyes. I grip his face softly and wipe the remaining of them away. "Don't cry.." I softly tell him, his face heats up as he looks away. He speaks up again.
"Russland?" "hm?" "Why did you help me instead of thinking I was some sort of psycho?" Every part of my body is telling me to make a move as he looks at me with the most gorgeous eyes anyone could possibly have. Guess I'll just try my luck, but I already know the answer. I take a deep breath & respond:
"Maybe because I never got over you..."
Prussia's POV
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Did I hear that correctly? Did I actually hear what I thought I heard? I don't believe it. I mean, my mind may not believe it, but my heart does. I can feel myself getting hotter.
"Did you actually say that?" I ask him in sheer surprise. He breaks eye contact with me, with an almost shameful expression, nods his head slowly. He looks down with the saddest expression I've ever seen him put on. He was so sure I didn't like him he didn't even check for my reaction. This man's going to make me cry.
I softly grip his face and have him look at me, his expression absolutely miserable, tears building up in his sparkling ocean blue eyes. "Russland mein liebe... don't cry.." I assure him in the softest tone, wiping his tears with my fingers, like how he did for me, his sad expression slowly fades away, a warm smile replaces it. Why is he so attractive?
"You have such a beautiful smile.." the words slip right out of my mouth. His eyes widen, I can tell he hardly gets any compliments, he looks to the side, his face a shade of pink "Thank you.." he murmurs. My hands travel from his face down to his neck as I slowly wrap my arms around it and lean in closer to him, all while maintaining eye contact. He wraps his arms around my waist. I whisper in his ear:
