Bizarre Love 🇮🇹🇩🇪 A Nyo!Germano story.

DrinksAndMemories(🍋)

Consists some smut mentions.

Gilbert was walking along the corridor his eyes wandering over each portrait that hung on the wall daring to find any fault made. Others shrunk and stayed away from him not wanting to get in a fuss with the nation, who's rigid shoulders, furrowed brows, an angry yet solemn expression clearly said the needed isolation at the moment.

He opened the doors nodding at the receptionist who nodded back as a form of greeting and definitely not comfortable when the humid air hit his face making him regret being alive, his face looked as if he was done with everything and wanted to jump off far into the ocean and pretend to be a slimy salmon chanting about all the sailor's sins.

He then turned around and headed straight inside, earning a confused glance from the receptionist. Climbing the stairs and wanting to just collapse on the floor which he didn't took any interest in doing,...it might spoil his uniform, oh and it will. He never bothered to learn laundry leaving it to the maids in the past, and Louisa usually did it for him but she was sick so he would rather not bother her at the moment. Stopping front of the black wood door which was covered by a flag, he rapped on it seven times usually his signature knock, hearing a thud and the stopped radio with a bit shuffling. He crossed his arms and waited. With a click the door opened.

He is brave
He is grace
He is Mr. United States.

Curious glinted eyes looked at him, Gilbert blinked loosing his stoic face for a moment taking in the American's appearance which was noticeable and made him squirm. His sunny bond hair was ruffled with his cowlick proudly standing like the Statue of Liberty, his shiny glasses long gone, his oceanic blue eyes having a star like electric glint. He was wearing his uniform yes, his jacket long gone which showed his figure quite roughly, the unbuttoned collar showed of his gulping skin nicely. The red tint to his face probably from slipping of the bed. The American cleared his throat when Gilbert proceeded to look father down who looked startled then huffed with a burning sensation on his throat to chest, looking to the side.

Weird.

"Whatever, American Idiot".

The blond shook his head, blinking rapidly to check his vision watching with complete confusion at the usually composed man slowly walking to the direction he was looking to then abruptly stopped, walking with huge steps back to his front, Alfred then moved letting the silverette come in and allowing him to collapse on his ruffled unmade fluffy bed face first, groaning at how softer it was comparing to his hard bed. 'Because it helped with his posture', whatever.

The door was closed with an unwanted bang at which the owner of the room winced, smirking lightly and leaning towards the door,"Your age messing with your memories old man?", he grinned wider as a pair of boots hit the floor poorly aimed at him,

He remembered watching as Gilbert collapsed to the floor, clutching Alice who was trying not to yell for her lover.

"Hey- I NEED A DRINK!...you brat~", Gilbert sang tiredly the last part as he turned looking at the ceiling with interest. Alfred shot out of his shady memories, in a beat walking out of the room, not before nicely staring at the unbuttoned collar which showed Gilbert's collar bone and pale skin who was gladly looking through one of his magazines, specifically of 'The American Girl' at whom Gilbert took an interest in stating she looked just like Alfred and even acted like him, having met her. Alfred didn't knew how not that he didn't, Amelia Franada Jones, top American model.