Prove Me Wrong (Rusame)

Gerpol

Narrator's POV

Germany was nervous. Extremely nervous. He's always been like that ever since he was freed from his Dad's propaganda filled reign. Always on edge, waiting for something bad to happen. Even though he knew he was safe, so he shouldn't feel like there was danger everywhere. And yet, he did.

Germany let out a long sigh and looked at his watch. America was ten minutes late.

"Komm schon, wo bist du? (Come on, where are you?)" He tapped his foot on the ground below him. He had been out sick for two days, and now that he was starting to feel better, America had suggested hanging out. So he decided why not. His home had started to feel haunted.

So there he sat. Alone. On a park bench. And it was starting to get late.

Germany laid down to try and feel a little more comfortable, trusting that America would show up. He's never failed him before, why would he now?

His phone dinged, telling him he got a new message. Germany quickly sat up to check it.

Ame- Yo, sorry dude I can't make it. My Dad has me stuck at home right now.

Germany sighed and quickly type out a response.

Ger- You never let your dad stop you before. Why the sudden change?

Ame- My Mom told me to listen.

Germany nodded, knowing that he listens to France more than he did his father.

Ame- Sorry man

Ger- It's okay. I needed to get outside anyway, feels better.

With that, he shut off his phone and put it in his pocket. He took a minute to sit and stare at the sky, watching the clouds slowly crawl across the sky. The blue had now started to darken, making way for the night.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Poland was sitting at the same park. He was waiting for Russia since he had gotten a message from him saying to meet him here.

His phone beeped and he checked the message.

Ruski- I'm sorry comrade, but I can't make it.

Pol- Is everything okay?

Ruski- Yes, Armenia is having me do something to make up for buying me a new phone. Sorry.

Pol- It's okay. What did you want to tell me?

A few minutes passed and Russia didn't answer. Poland sighed and stood up. The sun was starting to set, he should probably get home. Nothing keeping him there.

He stood and started walking towards the front gate. A slightly cool breeze blew and he shivered. His hands rubbed his bare arms as he regretted not bringing a sweater. It was fall, he should have assumed he should've brung one.

Germany pulled out his phone to check the time as he walked towards the gate. He looked to the side, glancing around cautiously and he froze. Out of instinct he jumped behind a tree and held his chest tightly with his hands.

Poland was right on the path next to his!

"Oh Gott, nein! (Oh God no!)" He fumbled with his phone, hurriedly trying to get it out. What was Poland doing here, at the same time he was!? He needed to text America.

Ger- America! Poland is here.

Ame- So go talk to him.

Ger- I can't do that, not without you to stop me from rambling and stuttering!

Germany looked behind the tree and seen he was still there. He had stopped walking and was looking down at his phone. His heart did a summersault and he quickly went behind the tree again. Oh God, he hoped he wasn't seen.

Ame- you can do it!

Ger- you have more confidence in me then i do myself.

Germany silently crept out from behind the tree and started walking back down the path he was just on. A wall of bushes separated the two paths so Germany wouldn't be seen.

His phone dinged and he checked the message. No doubt from America, telling him he should believe in himself more.

Ame- You better turn around and go back to him!

Germany froze. How did he know he started walking away?

Ger- Wait, what do you mean?

Ame- I mean, turn back around and start walking back at a medium pace so you bump into Poland. Play it off as a coincidence.

Germany sighed and put his phone in his pocket. America had purposely set this up, he knew it. And somehow had eyes on him, that creepy spy. But the idea of that happening, 'running' into Poland is such a perfect scenario. He had to do it.

Poland wasn't looking when he felt someone bump into him. He tripped over his feet and started falling to the ground. Someone grabbed his hand and his waist before he could hit the cement.

"Oh Gott, Boland are vu okay?"

Poland looked up and seen it was Germany. He looked nervous, clenching his teeth and holding him with a shaky grasp.

He nodded and allowed himself to be stood up. But he didn't let go of Germany's hand.

"Uhh, B-Bole?" Germany asked, staring at their interlocked fingers. His cheeks grew warm and he tried hard to swallow the lump in his throat. Poland smiled and let their hands fall together, still holding onto one another.

"I don't want to let go." He gave his hand a small squeeze before leading the blushing German out of the park.

America poked his head out of the bush he was hiding in and watched the two walk away. He smiled at their interlocked hands and held back his laugh of excitement.

"Amerrrica, get down. Zey'll see you." Russia grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down onto the ground. He fell down with a thud and a few leaves flying away from him.

"Oi, they weren't that close." He shoved Russia away as he stood up again. Poland and Germany walked out of the gates just in time for a horse-drawn carriage to pull up in front of them. France was behind the reins and made a motion with her hands for them to hop in. The two boys stood where they were and had a conversation mute to America and Russia. Then they hopped in and France drove them away.

"Yes!" America jumped out of the bush, Russia allowing him. "Part one of plan Gerpol is activated. Now everything should fall into place over the course of this night."

Russia shoved America into another bush and started to walk off. America spat the leaves out of his mouth and marched over to the country.

"What was that for?"

"You acting veirrrd. So I stopped you."

America frowned but didn't protest. He wanted to know if Germany was doing okay since the poor boy has anxiety and he just threw him into a situation he was fearful of. Sending him one text wouldn't hurt.

Cool dude- Hey, you doing good man? I saw Poland holding your hand~

Ger-man- I'm great actually. Poland has his head on my shoulder right now.

Cool dude- Haha, I told you I was good. Why even doubt me?

Ger-man- Hey, it's Poland. I stole Germany's phone. He can't talk right now, we are on a date.

America smiled wildly and shoved his phone screen into Russia's face. "Dude, dude, dude, dude, look, look, look, look! He said date, yes they are considering themselves on a date!"

Russia took his phone and read the short conversation. "Hmm." He smiled, thinking of how happy Poland must be. He knew he seemed like he didn't care about this right now, but he was glad America had the ideas for setting the two up. He could never do that, he doesn't know how to. He'd never tell America, but he was happy to have his help on this.

Cool dude- Pole, its Russia. I only have one thing to say.

Ger-man-?

Cool dude- Get some!!

America tugged on Russia's arm for him to lower the screen. "I can't see, what did you tell them?"

He clicked off the phone and handed it back to the smaller country. "Nothing. Just told zem to have fun."

((One day later I upload a new chapter. Man, I'm really bad at schedules.))

Yes, I am.

Ësgöge'ae' comrades!
~Galaxy