New Life

Revolution

Though the trees weren't in bloom, it was still a nice sight. The two walked about the basin once before lunch. They dropped by a restaurant where they got a small lunch, walking out some ten minutes later to wander down the streets.

America ran ahead suddenly, stopping at a florist. He stared through the front window for a moment before looking up to Prussia. "Can we get flowers?"

"I don't see why not."

Prussia held open the door and they both walked in, America immediately running to a wall of bouquets. He picked up a small bouquet of blue flowers before running back. "These ones!" he said excitedly. They were very simple, blue with four petals each.

"Nice choice," Prussia said with a smile.

Prussia followed him to the counter where he payed the woman there. "Nice choice," she said. "These aren't usually found in the states."

"They're from England," America said. "I had a brother once and he brought some of these flowers from England so I could give to my friend, Davie," he explained, his smile slowly fading.

"Thank you," Prussia said before leading America out.

"You're very welcome."

"You okay, Cote?"

America nodded, a smile quickly returning. He carefully picked a flower from the bunch and held it up to Prussia. "You can have this one, Gilbert!"

Prussia took the flower and held it just below his nose, taking in the simple scent. He placed it in his pocket, looking down to America who smiled brightly.

-

The next morning, Prussia woke up. America wasn't in his room. Assuming he'd gone to breakfast already, Prussia dressed and headed down to the dining room where he and the presidential family would be served breakfast.

There was a multitude of options as there had been the previous morning. Though, there wasn't any tea this morning.

"Excuse me, but, where is the tea?"

"Sorry, Sir. We seemed to run out of tea. There was none in the pantry."

Prussia turned to see America snickering in his seat.

"Cote?"

America looked up with a grin. He snatched a piece of toast before running off from the table.

And through out the next few weeks, no one was safe from America's pranks. Marbles in front of doors and missing things like sugar and tea. It all lasted until the next month, on the fourth.

Austria, Hungary and Germany all put their work aside for the weekend and came to visit. The all went out to New York to see the fireworks display. America was bouncing on his feet the entire time, shouting about freedom and independence.

They got some rooms at a hotel that night. America fell to sleep almost immediately after being tucked into bed.

-

"You love him a lot, don't you?"

"You don't?"

"Of course I do," Austria said immediately. "That's not what I meant."

America ran next to Germany, his foot stretching out to kick the football away from Germany. Hungary stood between two trees, preparing to defend the goal.

"You don't ever look at people like you look at Cote. The only time I've ever seen you look at someone like that, is when you look at Ludwig."

Prussia's eyes shifted briefly to Austria before looking back to America. "He's just a little kid," Prussia said softly. "He was so lost... Before. I'm going to be a good older brother."

"We all will, Gilbert. Ludwig, Elizabeta, you, Cote and myself, we're all family. Nothing will prevent that."

"I know."

"But?"

The ball flew past Hungary's leg and between the trees. "Goal!" America shouted, jumping into the air.

"That's probably what he thought before. With England."

"Gilbert-"

"Gilbert! Roderich!" America ran to the two of them. "Come and play with us!"

"I'm fine, Cote," Austria said.

"But soccer is more fun with more people."

"I'll play with you, Cote." Prussia stood up.

America took hold of Austria's hand. "Come on, Roderich! Please!"

Austria sighed. He stood as America pulled him towards their game. "I'll play."

America smiled as the five all joined to play. They ran around with each other for an hour or two until they had all run out of breath. They went back to their hotel, needing to pack a bit before going back to the capital.

At the hotel, America ran into the room first and stopped before sprinting to the bed. Sitting a top the comforter was a blue package tied in red and white ribbon. America climbed onto the bed, searching the package for a name. He saw a small card and leaned down to read it, his eyes lighting up when he did.

"Can I open it?"

"Of course you can."

America eagerly pulled the ribbon aside, tearing at the blue paper carefully. Underneath the paper was a small white box. America slowly took the cover off. "Wow!"

Inside were two model planes. One, an F-14 American fighter pilot, and the other, a German triplane from the early nineteen hundreds.

America took out the triplane, twirling the propeller. "Our cross is there!" he said excitedly, looking at the tail wing.

"Happy birthday, America," Germany said, sitting beside America.

"Look!" America held up the triplane and the cross around his neck.

"I see." He then continued into a lengthy explanation for the cross, America hanging on every word.

Prussia's face lifted to a gentle smile. His little brothers here with him. No war, no problems, just them.

"Prussia? When can we go back home?"

"We'll have to check with your boss first."

The next day, Prussia made sure it was fine for America to come back to Berlin. They flew back with Austria and Hungary, saying goodbye to Austria and Hungary once they reached Berlin.