Title: Second Chance

Pairing: GerUk

Rating: K

A/N: Hetalia is not mine. This is sort of a continuation of my other GerUk story, The Offer. Again, no disrespect to anybody =)

His words haunted him.

"You and your people will pay for it all, for years to come."

He'd been so blinded by greed, lust and a longing so strong that it made him lose touch with reality.

A longing for a man that didn't even look his way.

Not even when their royal families had been joined, had the man, England, looked at him with anything other than fondness.

Germany had loved him the moment he saw him. Strong will, intelligence, beauty all in that man.

He'd done the unthinkable to get his attention. He'd lost his mind to madness and still England had only looked at him with disgust and then pity.

Germany had seen the pity on his eyes the day England had uttered those words to him.

"Your people will pay for it all."

That look, those words, had only infuriated Germany more.

How dare he?! England was clearly losing and still he had the nerve to look at him like that!

Now, when he looked back, after the haze and the veil had been lifted, Germany only lamented the situation more.

And then when they came to his aid, when he came to his aid, Germany had felt the love for him intensify ten fold.

But now he couldn't even look him in the eyes. Shame, consuming him.

Still, the love raged.

Every time he saw him at the world meetings his heart soared, but England had always had his eyes elsewhere.

If it was not France, it was America.

Everyone but him.

Germany had learned that it was possible to love someone to the point of madness.

To love someone even more than self, country or reason.

Someone who did not love him back.

Still, that someone, whom he had hurt so much, had still managed to forgive him. Their countries now had a good relationship. Germany and England, meeting quite often to discuss European affairs.

Germany tried to be all business and formality. His face always threatening to flush every time he remembered his crazed love confession. Yes, crazed but none the less real. Eye contact only returning to a bare minimum.

He could not look on that face and not think about throwing himself on his knees and confessing his love again.

There was a time that to him it had seem all hopeless. Thinking that he would perish, if such a thing was possible, and England would never be with him.

But Germany had never been one to accept defeat so easily. Hundreds of years had passed and not once had his loved diminished.

Decades since his madness had passed and though he could never fully forgive himself, he knew that England had.

England understood, he'd tried to warn him and finally he had forgiven him.

It was proven in the way England did no longer flinch in his presence. The way his eyes had lost that coldness when he looked at him. The fact that they were once again allies.

Germany knew he had as good a chance as any one else to win the Englishman's affections. But this time, he'd go a different way.

This time he would let his love drive him, but not consume him.

He was tired of waiting on the sidelines. This was his second chance.

It was the morning of the start of the meetings held in Germany.

Germany looked himself in the eyes in the bathroom mirror and with a nod of determination he made his way to the meeting place.

There was only one other nation that was as early or earlier than him.

He opened the door to the meeting room carefully and sure enough, England was sitting by himself. Reading his notes.

There was a moment when Germany doubted but then his determination returned and he pushed himself through the doors.

"England, may I have a moment please?"

When those beautiful green eyes turned to look at him startled, Germany knew that for this man, he'd finally take his second chance.

Sort of a cliffy at the end, but I plan to continue until my babies get together lol Thanks for reading!