Title: Let's Try Love

Author: feshnie

Rating: PG

Pairing: Eventual PruEng, GerIta, hints of SpaMano, one-sided PruIta, one-sided USUK

Summary: Prussia wants to see everyone's reaction when he announces he's in a relationship with England. England thinks it's all a game but Prussia has other ideas.

Warnings: Slash; cursing; fast-paced; major OOC. Rating may go up depending on how this goes

Disclaimer: Do not own. Have not owned anything. Will never own anything. Period.

A/N: This story has been posted on my DA before and it's already had quite a few chapters written. I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 1: The Plan

England truly cannot figure out just why he had decided to take a seat next to the oddly silent man. If he thought about it hard enough, it might have been because the man was sporting a look he was almost familiar with. Almost.

At the sight of the approaching Englishman, Prussia looked up, startled. England felt a bit awkward now that the blood red eyes were on him but he sat down anyway.

That day had a beautiful weather with enough sun and a bit of breeze now and then. It made it even better that they were sitting on a bench in the park with a few people passing by. The sound of the distant crowd was but a dull lull and accompanied with the birds chirping, trees rustling, and the nearby fountain made it feel poetic even. What was not, was the tense silence between them.

By now, England questioned his sanity for even wanting to sit beside this man. He might have been better off returning to his hotel and preparing for tomorrow's world meeting. It didn't help that Prussia was still staring at him, with an added crease between his brows, and it made him feel vulnerable and unbearably awkward.

Just as he was about to snap at the man to stop with the rude staring, a light-hearted voice called out, "Prussia~!"

Two sets of eyes turned to the owner of the voice. Italy was waving energetically at them with a silent Germany by his side and, quite randomly, England took note of how close the two were standing next to each other – with Italy clinging rather cutely to the German's arm. It wasn't any different per se – since the Italian had always loved to attach himself to Germany – but England could feel that there was something more to that gesture than what he knew.

"Ita-chan! West! Did'ja come to spend time with the awesome me?" Prussia yelled back, jumping up from the bench and waving just as eagerly at the two. The brown-haired man detached himself from Germany and skipped over to Prussia. Upon noticing another familiar face, Italy waved at England with a cheery smile while Germany, approaching closely behind his companion, only nodded his acknowledgement. England gave a curt nod in return as well.

"Ve~ Prussia, we're going to have dinner outside tonight! I wanted to cook for Germany but brother cooked all the pasta we brought over last night. Brother Spain ate a lot because brother put a lot of tomato in and before they realized it the pasta was finished! Even the one we kept for emergency. Ve~ I wanted to go out and buy the ingredients but Germany said we should just eat out," Italy rambled on, producing an adorable pout. England, accidentally looking away from the Italian, saw that Germany had a small blush on his cheeks even though his expression was a bit disgruntled. "He said that it might take some time to find ingredients here and we're not used to this place so we might get lost. Maybe tomorrow I'll go buy some but for tonight we're going to eat at an Italian restaurant!"

"Afterwards, we can hit the bar if you want, bruder," Germany added as an afterthought.

England thought Prussia was sure to want to tag along seeing as the night ended with a promise of beer but to his shock, the albino shook his head.

"Na~h! The great me has an awesome date tonight with a totally hot chick!" Prussia replied, looking rather proud of himself.

"Bruder…" Germany began to say before Italy cut in.

"Wow! Prussia managed to find a date! Is she beautiful?"

Prussia laughed obnoxiously at this before crossing his arms smugly and throwing his head back. "Only the cutest one around! So the Great Me can't let you bask in my awesomeness tonight. You two can go on ahead!"

"Okay then~!" Italy said cheerfully before returning to the blond German's side. Germany looked at his brother disapprovingly but just shook his head. "We're going now~ Bye!"

"I guess we'll take our leave. Be careful, bruder," Germany said seriously. Prussia made shooing motions, still with the big grin on his face. "See you tomorrow then, England."

England had to clear his throat to respond, "Yes, see you tomorrow."

Both of them watched in silence as Germany and Italy continued on down the road leading to the town. Once they turned the bend and disappeared behind a few trees, Prussia fell back on the bench with a loud thud. Startled, England turned to him sharply, ready to tell him off for scaring him but his words died in his throat at the very expression the other had on his face. It was as if he was drained to the core. Drained and depressed.

All of a sudden the eyes turned to him, catching him off guard again.

"You sure have it nice, not having a brother," Prussia muttered, very much annoyed.

"I beg your pardon?" England retorted angrily, confused and annoyed. What was the man insinuating? That he was a bad older brother?

"Well, it's not that actually," Prussia continued to mutter, this time bitterly. "West is a cool brother…I just wish…"

It was weird. Prussia was weird. Maybe America's abominable alien friend had swiped his personality with – with – with bloody hell knows who! England scooted away from the depressed man, seriously pondering if he should make a mad dash for it or try to slink away quietly. Hell knows whatever has taken over the ex-nation might infect him.

"Hey England, have you ever been in love?"

England inwardly cursed. Just when he thought Prussia wasn't going to acknowledge his presence – thus enabling him to run off like a gentleman – the man goes ahead and addresses him directly. He also felt a strange sense of Déjà vu – except instead of a wine-loving ninny, he got Prussia. The world had something against him.

"W-what ever do you mean? Of course a gentleman like me has fallen in love before!" His voice was slightly high-pitched now even though he was telling the truth.

"With a person you know you'll never have?" Prussia continued, his voice lower. England blinked and looked down. No wonder the albino looked so sombre.

England thought about it for a while. Past trials and his history made him only truly ever love himself. He figured, after too many heartbreaks and betrayal, he should be allowed at least this kind of selfishness. He did give thought to Prussia's question and, immediately, his mind conjured up an image of America; His once-colony that he loved so much but could never have. Not before; never now.

"America, huh?" Prussia suddenly spoke up, pulling England out of his thoughts. Had he said the boy's name out loud? "Seems like I was right."

The blond's face flushed a deep red as he folded his arms defiantly. "Nonsense!"

"I know how you feel, man," Prussia said with a light snicker before he fell silent again, lost in thought. The other fidgeted in his seat before he turned his emerald eyes to the other.

"Who is it that you like?" England asked, with a bit of hesitance. "N-not that I care! I just think it's only fair that you tell me! HAHA!"

Prussia turned to him with an odd look before he laughed bitterly, eyes turning back to stare at his hands in his lap. England felt a bit offended at the laugh even though it might not have been meant for him but he allowed the man time to answer. It was nearly a minute later before Prussia let out a heavy sigh, leaning his back on the bench. "It's Ita-chan."

Had England been drinking anything, he would have surely spit it out. As it is, he could only gape. Well sure, Prussia had always shown blatant interest in the Northern part of Italy but England never thought those feelings ran that deep. He just thought the other adored cute and bouncy things.

"I – I see," he replied, looking around uncertainly and feeling quite lame.

"But he and West are going out now," the albino said with another deep sigh.

"They are?" England had to make sure. It was palpably obvious to everyone that Germany and North Italy's feelings for each other ran deeper than friendship but because neither had acted upon it – became the first to breach that thinning wall of friendship into love – everyone had decided to just let time take its course on the two countries. Not to say there hadn't been any attempts by certain parties to get them together but both had either been ignorant of it or totally oblivious. England, for one, didn't care if they decided to just stay friends forever. It wasn't beneficial to him either way. He does, however, listen to France, Hungary and Austria talk about it sometimes and, unconsciously, took note of the two. He doesn't tell anyone about this though because it is neither necessary nor useful information for him.

So, hearing that the two were together at last was a bit shocking. Just a bit, seeing as he had somewhat expected it to happen sooner or later.

"West finally decided to make a move last month," Prussia interrupted his train of thought and made the Englishman look at him. "Got on his knees and gave Ita-chan a tomato ring like a fucking sap."

There wasn't any venom in Prussia's words. Rather, he looked like he was recounting a good memory.

"You were there with them?" England wondered aloud. The red eyes glanced at him before returning to his hands.

"Ita-chan told me," Prussia said after a while, his voice hollow, and England felt a churn in his stomach. "He even showed me the ring and it wasn't like he was trying his best to hide his hickey. Not like West at least. West is always too serious and too private. Won't even let his brother know what's going on in his mind."

England was truly at a loss of words. He, himself, couldn't imagine if America had come up to him just to brag about a new lover that wasn't him.

"This fucking sucks, man," Prussia hissed in irritation suddenly, slouching in his seat and letting his head rest on the bench, making him stare at the darkening sky. "I can't even hate any of this. I'm fucking happy for them but damn it all to hell if I'm not bitter about it."

"I can relate," England mumbled mindlessly, his mind thinking of a certain blond idiot.

"We're really fucked up," Prussia added.

"I wouldn't say that. At least no one knows of this except us," the Englishman said distractedly, still remembering about sky-blue eyes and one-sided feelings.

"We should get together, you know? We're not gonna end up liking anyone else anyway," the German said, letting his head loll to the side so he can look at the blond properly.

"That would be the day," England scoffed, folding his arms together and crossing his legs. "That snail-eating pompous git would laugh his bloody arse off. Just the thought is ludicrous."

Prussia didn't respond for quite a while and it made England curious. He chanced a peek at the other's face only to see he was deep in thought again. It gave him a foreboding feeling, seeing the man so out of character – not that he hadn't already been acting oddly since the beginning.

"You know, I kind of want to see it," Prussia said after a while, sitting up straighter and turning to the blond, one of his arm swinging to grab the back of the bench as he made himself face England.

"Want to see…what exactly?" his question was full of hesitance and caution as if the very answer would change his life forever. Prussia leaned closer to him; face a total mask of seriousness.

"I want to see everyone's face when I tell them we're together."

"WHAT?"

…

"Come on, England! Let's at least try this just once!" Prussia kept on pestering the Englishman as the both of them walked down the road towards their hotel.

"How many times must I tell you? No means no! Even if it's a bloody joke, it's ridiculous!" England fumed angrily, hastening his pace, trying his best to get away from the unreasonable man.

"Don't you want to see France's reaction?" Prussia blurted out, near exasperated. It made England stop in his tracks. The French bastard would surely see right through them but if they played it right, he bet the guy's face would be priceless. France did always think England would end up alone forever; even after he befriended Japan. Prussia, noticing that he had managed to snag the other's attention, quickly approached his side. "That guy would shit bricks, I just know it! He likes to believe you'll end up alone forever. No offense though! I didn't say it!"

England gritted his teeth. So the bastard had even told the German about his predicament.

"I – It won't work. He'll know we're just trying to mess with him. No one can fall in love overnight, especially me." England can say this much with confidence because he is well aware that France had long since noticed his one-sided feelings for America.

"So? That's not too hard! Let's fall in love first!" Prussia suggested, taking the other by surprise.

A/N: There you have it, the first chapter. Thank you for reading up to here. Please tell me what you think about it.