GerUk/GerEng Collection

I Want to Hold Your Hand

Author's Note: Here is another fic in which songs are included. This fic itself was actually inspired by the song this time since it is part of my GerUK playlist I listen to when writing these. Anyway the song is "I Want to Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles. Here is the video I listened to when writing this if you are interested. Disclaimer: the song and video are not mine. The song belongs to the Beatles and the video belongs to the channel The Beatles. As always, thank you so much for reading, commenting and voting, it means a lot!

     England felt his heart race as he took his seat next to Germany. Don't get him wrong, he was delighted to sit next to someone other than France for once, but why did he have to be moved next to the person he had fallen so hard for?

     England had been falling in love with Germany since 1914 after that fateful Christmas truce. He really got to know Germany as a person and someone he could relate to. But he knew he had no chance with the German. It appeared as though he had no interest in love and even if he did, why would he be attracted to a grumpy old man like England?

       It was actually very possible. Germany did in fact feel the same about England. At first, he looked up to England and his power as an empire. Then he actually got to know England in 1914 and found he was more than just an easily pestered and angry individual. He was an amazing singer, a storyteller and he could be quite funny. He also found him very attractive with his accent and striking green eyes. The thought of sitting next to his crush made his face grow a little warm and his throat dry.

     Once the rest of the world took their places, Ludwig began the meeting. In traditional meeting fashion, America immediately began explaining one of his elaborate plans to fight climate change. Germany and England sighed in unison, but neither bothered to protest, after all, it was pointless. Instead, they opted for glancing longingly at each other when the other wasn't looking (as they usually did when they didn't need to focus on anything).

     Arthur eventually turned his attention to his notes, humming the tune "I Want to Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles. He was too wrapped up in the song and his papers to realize his hand moving ever so slightly towards Germany's. At the same time Germany, who was equally distracted by England's humming, didn't notice his own hand moving. By the time both men noticed what was happening, their hands were on top of each other.\

     At the contact, both immediately turned to each other with identical faces of red. Neither wanted to pull away despite their minds screaming otherwise. Germany couldn't bear to tear his gaze from those emerald green eyes and England could bring himself to let go of the hand in his grasp. Perhaps it was the fuzziness of his head or the beating of his heart droning out all reason, but England took his folder and leaned in to meet the German's lips, using the folder to shield their activity from view.

     "How was that?" England whispered.     Germany struggled to speak for a moment, but finally said, "that...th-th-that was....really nice." And with that, Germany leaned in for another.