I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

Confession?

Gilbert's (Prussia's) POV

Germany and I were invited for dinner at Austria's house. I happily obliged, dragging Germany with me to their house. Germany wasn't the one to socialize, so he tried his best to avoid going altogether. I didn't care. He was invited too, so he was coming with me.

I wore my casually fancy black vest suit with a purple plaid tie; Germany wearing something similar, but a plain royal blue tie around his neck. We were walking around the house, chatting with other nations. I was wondering if Canada was at the dinner party, but didn't end up finding him. I haven't seen or talked to him since our last date on Saturday. The date turned out well, us being well fed and happy. Canada had left, giving me a quick peck on the lips before he went home (something I never thought the shy nation would do). The memory brought a tug on my lips.

Germany, who was by my side, noticed. "Why are you smiling so suddenly?"

"Just had a flashback," I vaguely answered. Germany didn't know of the relationship between me and Matthew yet. I didn't know why I was so hesitant to tell him. Perhaps it was because of all the times I told him that love didn't interest me. Either way, I knew Germany was slightly suspicious, especially with the change of my behavior and the way I acted around Matthew. He wasn't the type that would let such changes fly by his mind unnoticed.

Germany grunted in response and didn't pry. Unfortunately, I wanted to pry. "So, how are you and Italy doing?" I nudged him, smirking.

"We... are together."

I patted him back, happy for him. "I knew it! It was about time you got laid!"

I looked at me, an astonished expression slapped on his face. "Ho-How do you know about that!?"

"It's obvious," I grinned, "The other night I heard you two."

He put his face in his hands in embarrassment. "Oh no, I thought you were out." he groaned.

I laughed and rubbed his back, "I had to be home eventually!" He shook his head, looking like he was about to die in regret.

A familiar brunette caught my eye, his chestnut hair split in the middle and a curl sticking out. It was Italy with his twin brother Romano. Unfortunately, his brother wasn't as kind as the Italian, with quite the snobby attitude and his hate for all things potato. They both were wearing matching dark grey vests, dark red bowties around their necks.

Ita-chan's eyes lit up as he saw the two of us and waved. I waved back. "Look West, it's your boyfriend!"

"Can you not?" He said irritably.

I only chuckled as the two Italians approached us, with Romano averting his eyes. "Hey Ita-chan, how goes it?"

"I'm doing fine," he responded cheerfully, "We're looking for Spain."

"Yeah," I directed my conversation to Romano, "Where is Spain anyway? Shouldn't he be with you?"

"The Tomato Bastard ran off somewhere," he spat, "Like the ass he is."

"Well aren't you charming?" He shot me a glare. Romano was in even worse of a mood than he normally was. I wonder why the fact that Spain was somewhere else put him in such an grumpy mood. Maybe something happened between the two of them.

"We don't know where he went," Explained the more docile Italian, "We were hoping you'd know."

I put a hand on my chin, I remembered seeing Spain earlier by the punch table. "I might have an idea where he is..." I took Romano by the wrist and dragged him away from my brother and his, "I'll show you."