We Don't Care (Gerpol)

Chapter 18

Germany's P.O.V.

"Polen?? What are you doing here?"

The Polish country whips around, startled by my sudden question. "I...uh..."

Russia squints at the other, a deep emotion flashing in his eyes. Other than that, there's no evidence he's feeling anything.

"Why are you alone in the woods at night?" I repeat, taking a step towards Poland. "You could get hurt, or kidnapped, or-"

Russia elbows my side. I decide to shut up and let him explain.

"I just...um...wanted to of see stars." Poland stumbles over his sentences, not only because of English but something else...

"Polen, are you okay?" I give him a skeptical look.

"Yes...no. Yes?" A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead.

The Polish country's scarlet eyes flick back and forth, then rest on my clothes. "Why you of wet?"

I look down, remembering my clothes for the first time. "Russland and I were fishing. Unfortunately, someone pulled me into the lake," I tilt my head towards the Russian, who in turn rolls his eyes.

"Well, you tricked me into falling in. I mean, as long as we're pointing fingers."

I sigh. "Arguing won't do anything. We need to get home, it's getting late. Polen, would you like me to walk you home?"

He hesitates, then shakes his head. "I do not want to...home."

Russia and I exchange glances. That was not the response I was expecting."Well, if you want, you can stay at my house." I offer, feeling sort of silly for some reason. I can almost hear Russia holding back a laugh.

"Uh, o-okay." He stammers, and we both look away, blushing a bit. "Just...follow me, I guess."

I continue in the direction of my house, listening to Russia's wagon bouncing against the ground. Poland walks next to me, being very untalkative.

I feel our fingertips touch, but I don't pull away. Neither does he. Before I know it, our hands are intertwined.

My cheeks are burning, but I force myself to look up at Poland. He's watching me but swiftly turns his head when our gazes meet. I chuckle softly, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

Before I know it, we're out of the house. Poland and I are still holding hands, but we drop them when I unlock my door.

I'm greeted with a surprised Austria. "Hey, Germs-" She sees Poland.

No one speaks. Austria and Russia are definitely thinking the same thing: they're totally sharing a room.

"Hi! I'm Austria, Germany's best friend." She introduces herself, immediately living up to her reputation for a bubbly personality.

Poland's small smile vanishes. "Best...friend?"

"Oh yes! We're practically brother and sister."

"Oh," Poland seems to relax a little.

Austria turns her gaze to me. "And Germs! You're soaked! Off to the shower with you," She waves her hand towards the bathroom. "That goes for you too Russia."

"Uh, no thanks." He holds up one hand. "I have to go home, Kaz is making dinner, and he's gonna need someone who can handle the fire extinguisher."

We all laugh, except Poland, who just stares at Russia with a blank expression. I wonder briefly why that is, but only for a moment.

"Also, do you mind if I take this fish?"

"The whole thing?" I widen my eyes.

"Yes," Russia says, sounding a little impatient. "Why would I only take half a fish? That's stupid."

"You never know with a Russian," I say, shrugging. He rolls his eyes but the beginnings of a smile form on the corners of his mouth.

"Well, I'll be going now, bye." He waves as he walks back out the door with the wagon. Austria and I wave back. Once again, Poland is staring off into space.

When the door clicks shut, I turn to the Pole. "What's up between you guys?"

Poland shakes his head. "Is fine."

"If you say so."

Austria puts her hands on her hips and huffs. "Germs, you'll catch a cold! Change clothes or else!"

"Or else what?" I ask out of curiosity.

"W przeciwnym razie sama je zdejmie," Poland mutters with a small laugh.

"Or else I'll eat all your pretzels," She finishes, not hearing whatever Poland's comment was.

"Okay, okay, I'll get dressed," I say, trading off to the bathroom. I hear Poland follow me.

"If you need some pajamas, there's some in that drawer," I wave my hand towards the drawer beside me as I dig for a shirt. "Or you can just sleep in your clothes if you're okay with that."

I grab some shorts and a large shirt. "I'll be in the bathroom if you need me."

He gives me a crooked smile that melts my heart. "Okay, Niemcy."

I open the door, closing it behind me. Then I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

Poland. In my house. We held hands. He's staying WITH ME.

Calm down ya big dork, I tell myself. But I can't.

Ever since we held hands, I want to be with him all the time. Talk with him, sit with him, cuddle with him and-

My phone vibrates, and I turn my head to look at the message. It's Russia.

Russia

need a condom? ;)

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yeah I felt bad for the cliffhanger so I typed a whole other chapter

so as you can see I have amped up the fluff a bit

and I'm not going to translate that Polish sentence so you'll have to figure it out ;)

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and now for some fanart by yours truly

it's a scene from chapter 1 hue hue

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