Countries (A Hetalia Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27: Matters of the Heart

Germany's P.O.V.

"France"?

"Yes", he answers sending me a coy smile as he sips on some sort of red wine.

"I don't like you", I say.

France looks unfazed at my words and continues to sip on his beverage.

It was around midnight and we were at Natalia's house in her small library like area.

I couldn't sleep so I came here as not to bother anyone. Apparently France couldn't sleep either because when I came into the room France was sitting casually sipping on his drink. The bastard.

France had been looking at me with a coy look ever since he caught my slip up earlier. I was slightly afraid that he knew my secret and that made me wonder just how many people noticed. So I was taking it like an stubborn country would, defensively.

"You know Ludwig it is quite difficult to keep passion contained, no"?

I scowled as he used my human name. We never usually used each others human names well all except for Natalia.

"No"? he repeats.

I put my head in my hands beyond frustrated.

I don't know what possess me when I say, "Yes it is".

The Frenchman looks surprised that I admit my feelings and I admit I'm surprised also.

France breaks into a grin as his surprise passes over.

"And you need my advise"?

"No", I say quickly.

France quirks a brow.

I take a deep breath and say in a small voice, "Yes".

"Zen I'll help you".

"You vill"? I say doubtfully.

"Yes"

"Vhat's the catch"? I ask suspiciously.

"Zere is none. I promise on ze name of love. I refuse to interfere with it's fate", he says so seriously that I give him a double look.

"Okay", I say.

"Now tell me everyzing", he says leaning forward to hear better.

"Alright", I say still holding my cool.

France gives me a look.

"Fine! Vhat if she doesn't love me back! I'll die", I say more quietly.

"I don't vant to force her", I add.

France gets such a horrific look on his face. He looked like he had been slapped.

"You can't"! He exclaims.

I flinch.

Then in a gentler voice he says, "My dear Ludwig, love is something that you shouldn't force on others".

His eyes are deep with his heartbreak over the years as he says this.

The intensity in his voice leaves me beyond shocked.

"But vhat if she doesn't love me back"? I say my voice sounding like broken glass.

"Then she doesn't love you back and it wasn't meant to be", France says.

"Francis", I slightly hesitate at using his human name, "I've vaited centuries for the right person to come along and complete me. Someone who understood, and I've found her". My voice sounds old and sad as I admit this.

France's eyes are careful and gentle as he says, "Then she is ze one".

My heart thumps quickly in my chest and I take a gulp of air.

"Vhat should I do"?

"Wait for ze moment and don't rush it", he says.

"Are you angry or jealous"?

France ponders this, "Angry, no. Jealous, maybe slightly. But Ludwig love is a beautiful thing and zat is one of ze reasons zat made living zis long bearable. You are a lucky, lucky man".

"Vhat about...ze kiss"?

"Oh now zat was a kiss ohoho", France says remembering it.

I scowl.

"Sorry", he apologizes.

"Ze kiss was amazing but zhere was no love in it besides friendliness sadly. And I can tell Natalia felt ze same", France adds.

I sigh in relief.

"Do you zink she cares about me"?

"Yes she cares deeply for everyone", France says.

"Vell maybe zat vasn't ze right question to ask. Do you zink she loves me"?

"Love is a whole different matter. I can't tell she hides herself so well", France says.

"Thank you Francis", I pause, "If you need anything come to me. I owe you one", I add.

"No problem. Now go get some rest".

"What about you"?

"I'm going to finish my wine zen I'll head to bed".

"Thanks again", I say getting up and heading back to the ballroom.