GerUk/GerEng Collection

A Box of Choclates

*This follows the events of the Buon Valentino episode*

After a disastrous dinner date with Italy, Germany finds himself alone and completely embarrassed. England happens to be passing through notices the German. He decides to scope out what's wrong.

     "I thought I understood it all. Where did I go wrong?" Germany mumbled to himself as he flopped down on his couch. It had been a week since the disastrous date with Italy. Could it even be called a date? What should it be called? At this point, Germany didn't know.

     It started when he thought Italy had feelings for him. Germany thought about it and realized that he felt the same way. After all, Italy would always hug and kiss him, and to Germany, that was a strange showcase of friendship. Then there was the sharing of the bed. The nail in the coffin was the gift of red roses Germany had received from him. But it was all just a misunderstanding. It was just who Italy was. They were only friends, and they would only ever be friends. Surprisingly, that thought made Germany's stomach drop.

     The German Nation's wallowing was cut short by the ringing of a doorbell. He opened the door to reveal a familiar blond hair brit; England. He was looking at his feet, hiding something behind his back. He lifted his head up realizing the door was open. England spoke first  "I heard about Valentine's day. Sorry about that."

     "It's fine. Just a misunderstanding. Nothing too major," Germany shrugged, looking to the side.

     "Oh really?" England said, cocking an eyebrow. "I thought you actually asked him on a date. From my experience, I don't think you're that fine." The German felt his cheeks grow warm. "Anyway, not that I'm not loving the cold wind out here, can I come in?"

     "Oh ja. Sorry." Ludwig made way for his guest.

     "Can you go first?"

     Sort of a strange request, but Germany agreed anyway. England could be like that sometimes though. They had only really been friends for a decade, but the two knew each other pretty well. He led England into the living room, offering him the armchair. "Hear, these are for you," England said, pulling out a heart-shaped box from behind his back. He was looking to the side. "I'm sorry about the shape, but it was the only thing I could find at a good price." Germany looked at the box, then at England. He could have sworn he saw a faint blush on the other's cheeks, but he shook it off and took the box.

     "Thank you. You really didn't have to."

     "Sweets always make me feel better, so I thought I'd bring some over."

     The two sat in silence for awhile, neither knowing what to say next. Germany opened the velvet box, taking out a chocolate. "Want one," he offered, holding out them out to the Brit. He gladly accepted, moving to the couch. The two shared a few chocolates before saying anything else.

     "These are actually really good," England said as Germany closed the box and placed it on the table. England leaned back into the couch. "So, what exactly happened last week? If you don't mind me asking." Germany was slightly reluctant to tell anyone, since he himself didn't fully understand it all yet. Then again, perhaps he needed to get it all off his chest, hear someone else's thoughts.

     "You know how Italy can be sometimes. Touchy and clingy." England nodded in agreement. All the countries knew this fact about Italy (especially when he was with Germany). Germany continued, "Well, sometimes his actions confused me, but I would always come to the collusion of cultural differences and it was just signs of friendship. But everything started heating up after he gave me red roses on Valentine's day. To me, that was a confession of romantic feelings, so I took him to dinner, got him gifts and all that. But in the end he freaked out, I froze up, and...and it just wasn't good. A few days passed, we talked, and we agreed to forget the whole thing and just keep on being friends." Ludwig paused for a bit. England looked over at him. 

     "So, How do you feel about that?"

     Germany ran his hands through his hair. "I thought it would be fine, that I  would be fine. It seemed it would be a lot less stressful remaining as we were, but it hurt. I felt empty, confused, things I never felt before."

     England gave Germany a friendly pat on the back, "That chap, is what I call heartbreak." Germany let out a sigh, dropping his hands in his lap.

     "So what do I do now? I don't want it to awkward. I don't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship." 

     "Tell him how you, set boundaries from there. Spend time with other friends. Also-"

     "How do you know so much about this?"

     "Do you know how long I've been around. You learn these things." They both let out a slight chuckle. "Anyway, you also have to take care of yourself. Do stuff you like, take a break when needed. That kind of thing!"

      Germany nodded. This actually was really nice, just what he needed. "Well since you're here, and it's almost dinner time, how about we head out to eat," he suggested. "As friends though."

     England let out a choked laugh, "that would be wonderful!" Germany left the room to fetch his coat. England wandered over to the door, a lump in his throat. He let out a sad sign, "yeah, just as friends. We better make that clear."