GerPol oneshots

First date

The sun was shining bright on this beautiful Saturday. The local park was filled with people, children's laughter and happy screams could be heard, and a bunch of dogs were playing on the grass. 

In the middle of this park there was a huge tree. Its leaves and branches were gently moving to the light wind. This tree was a famous place for confessing romantic feelings. Many young people came here as "friends" and left as couples. If the tree could talk, it would tell thousands of love stories. And today another story was about to be told.

Under the tree a guy was pacing back and forth nervously. If someone looked at him, they would see a tall, well build male with messy black hair, stunning green eyes and rectangular glasses, but he wasn't an ordinary human. He was a country and his name was Germany.

Germany was quite nervous. He had invited a special someone here today, someone he loved with his whole entire heart. 

This person came to Germany's school in the beginning of 8th grade. The teacher seated him next to Germany, so they were together pretty much the whole day. They became friends, but then Germany's heart betrayed him. He developed feelings for his best friend. And now he was either going to ruin what they had or make it better.

Germany took a deep breath. Worst case scenario, his friend would leave him. The German treasured their friendship, but was willing to risk it if it meant having a chance with him as something more than friends.

He looked at his watch. It was 11:57, three minutes until their meeting. Germany had invited him here at 12:00 sharp, so they could get lunch and maybe even take a walk in the park. Germany knew exactly what to say. He had planned it all.

And then he saw his friend walking towards him and everything vanished from his head. Germany's heart started beating faster and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. He couldn't move, he could just stare at the other as he was approaching him. He finally stood in front of the German with a cute smile on his face. 

"Hi Niemcy!", he greeted happily. Germany needed a few seconds to remember how to speak.

"H-hey Polen..."

Polen, or Poland as most referred to him, was short, barely reaching Germany's shoulder actually, had big blue eyes and wavy hair. Germany adored everything about him. He was just perfect. Adorably short, with beautiful eyes and amazing hair. 

"So, why did you want to meet?", Poland asked. He tilted his head a little. So cute, so pure.

Something snapped in Germany at that moment. He threw all of his plans away and grabbed both of Poland's hands. Poland yelped in surprise and looked up.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this, Polen", Germany said quietly. "I wanted to make this perfect" He let go of Poland with one hand and gently rubbed his cheek. He smiled. "Perfect like you"

"What are you talking about? Also, I'm far from perfect."

Germany shook his head and cupped Poland's face, looking into his eyes. 

"Never say that.", he whispered. "You're the definition of perfection, and I..."

Germany closed his eyes for a second and inhaled. Here goes nothing, he thought.

"I love you, Polen."

Poland was silent for a few moments. Then he timidly asked:

"You love me like, romantic type of love? Like "I want to date you" type of love?

Germany nodded and looked away. Here comes rejection. He expected anything but what happened next.

Poland smiled widely and laughed, a pure happy laughter. He hugged Germany tightly and buried his face in his chest.