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Love Is An Unverified Rumor	By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1607 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Love Is An Unverified Rumor (1/4)
Character(s): Prussia, Germany, Bismarck, Wilhelm I
Pairing: Prussia/Germany
Warnings: teen!Germany (around 16 or 17), human names, historical figures, sex in later chapters
Summary:This is not another Unification story, it's a new Unification story. Bismarck brings Germany to live together with Prussia. They are not brothers.
A/N: Hokay. This fic is a Christmas present for a friend of mine and it's now hers alone. I asked her if I could share the story and she gave her consent. Isn't she lovely? Happy Christmas, Theresa - enjoy your gift, darling
beta-ed by raecat from livejournal . Thank you a lot for your great help!
- Chapter One -
Everything began with simple touches.
Gilbert would brush his hand, as though accidentally, or flash him a cocky grin and ruffle his hair, apparently to annoy him. But a kiss on the forehead would follow quickly, leaving him tongue-tied. Sometimes Gilbert would suddenly take his hand into his own and fumble at his wrist while they were sitting or talking.
Even the occasional banters did not bother him anymore. They seemed to fit perfectly into the collection of those other details he loved about Prussia. That warmth and the often confusing tenderness, the little words or some other completely irrelevant remark that caressed his whole being − he treasured all of it dearly.
They communicated in little gestures that no one noticed.
Perhaps not surprisingly, the spark that ignited his attraction to the older nation originated in exactly those touches that Gilbert initiated.
Then, little by little, the physical attraction started blending with love.
Moreover, once having begun to fall for Prussia, he was forced to endure terrible palpitations while in his presence. His chest would suddenly ache, warmth would spread through his body, quick as lightning, and finally, the dizzy feeling when Gilbert touched him in that subtle manner.
He was afraid that he might have confused it for signs of platonic closeness and friendship. But whatever it was, Ludwig was enjoying it.
It was true that in the beginning, the young nation had had second thoughts about Bismarck's suggestions, mostly influenced by his people. The Prime Minister tried more than once to entice his southern states into a confederation with the north, but these attempts failed due to opposition in the south. However, the man was cunning, and his plans proved to be cleverly thought out − Germany realized it only later, after the deal had been done and the war with France was already raging. Bismarck had purposely provoked hostilities, deciding it was the only way to bring the south into an alliance with the north. War with France threatened both equally.
Germany's first opinions about Prussia had not been very positive. But he modestly refrained from mentioning this minor detail.
He had been told that Prussia was a blood-thirsty lunatic, an unreasonable beast, set on dominating Europe. Even though the picture put into his head was atrocious, he knew it was second-hand.
He didn't hate Prussia, far from it. Both being Germans, they had certain affinities that connected them.
His real first impression of Prussia had been a breathless one.
Fair-skinned and tall, his Prussian blue uniform fit perfectly, scarlet eyes intense. He himself, far from being dull, lacked the vigor Prussia always seemed to possess. Ludwig found him quite attractive.
Of course, as a fellow Germanic nation, he had Prussia's history at his fingertips, but knowing Gilbert was something he could not claim so easily. Still young, he didn't have any first-hand knowledge about war, only what he knew from the books, and he expected Prussia to guide and teach him now.
Their first encounter was memorable, at least for Ludwig. It was in Berlin, in the Stadtschloss* that would become the symbolic center of the German Empire.
The blond walked into the royal palace with determination, surrounded by his statesmen. Prussia was awaiting his arrival together with Bismarck and other officeholders. He entered the receiving room stately, wishing to present himself in the best light, not like a stiff-necked rebel everyone thought him to be.
Prussia stood there, prideful as always, wearing the uniform Germany secretly coveted and his smirk in place.
Even before he was to arrive at the palace − his new residence and home − he battled inwardly over his lack of self-confidence. He was aware of his youth and he was not outspoken either, but nevertheless, he was sure in his other skills and abilities, his sharp wit and readiness to serve the man who was about to become his emperor.
Discipline, training and nerve enhanced him − at least that was what he thought of himself. But it was loyalty,a trait so essential and important that he had the need to inform the older nation right away about his feelings of devotion and attachment, that drove his actions. Aware that unwavering commitment from a budding nation was highly commendable, and set on swearing allegiance to Prussia in front of everyone, he spoke, his voice firm, thoughts collected.
"Kingdom of Prussia, to you I pledge my allegiance and fidelity." He bowed respectfully, followed by the rest of his attendants. "I am at your eternal service."
Even before he would rise again, he saw Prussia undoing his white gloves and pulling them off slowly.
Gilbert, upon hearing the suave adolescent speaking so formally, stepped up to him, smiling.
"Oh, come here." He spoke officiously and closed the younger nation into an effusive embrace, flinging strong arms around Germany's waist. Caught unaware, Ludwig emitted a tiny sound of surprise that was effectively muffled by Gilbert's shoulder. Still shocked as Prussia continued to hold him, he remembered to react and brought his smaller hands up to awkwardly pat Gilbert on the back. In his bewildered state of mind, hopelessly uncomfortable, he squirmed inwardly before he made a weak attempt to separate himself, wishing that Prussia would release him before a flush suffused his face with color.
A moment before Gilbert would release him however, he briefly saw Bismarck, the designer of German unification, that willful, illustrious man standing behind the two of them, a glib smile on his face.
"I… am happy to live with you." He said as they separated and gave him a nervous smile.
"My pleasure." The loquacious nation answered, giving him that smirk again, "Oh, and henceforth you will call me Gilbert." The pleasant baritone all but whispered to him.
Later that day, surrounded by luxuries while attending a magnificent banquet, he played with the food in front of him absently, too nervous to eat properly. After successfully massacring a chocolate pudding in boredom, he sat still with his hands folded in his lap, quietly waiting for the dinner to finish.
It was then when Prussia discretely started throwing bread-pellets at him across the table. Ludwig pleaded him with his gaze to stop at first, offering a sheepish smile to the people who noticed, but later he could hardly contain his laughter. He felt honored as he understood that Gilbert was not doing it because he wanted to annoy him, it was merely an attempt to make him notice his presence.
And thus he began to understand who Gilbert really was - a high-spirited, garrulous nation, a fighter with a streak of adventurous restlessness. He was noted for being highly idealistic, very brave and infectiously optimistic and Germany loved and praised him especially for his conspicuous candor and bravery.
They appeared to be fundamentally different − Prussia always imposed himself while he remained taciturn by nature. He was pedant, Gilbert was pugnacious. Prussia was effusive and expressed his feelings freely whereas he himself tended to be courteous and aloof.
Perhaps exactly those characteristics led Ludwig to believe that he was toyed with. But he abandoned that idea as soon as he understood it contradicted Gilbert's candidness and that he would never beat around the bush cowardly.
Prussia was never the type to indulge in favoritism. Self-sufficient one may call him, a lone wolf who probably expected to remain as alone as he had always been. Solitude was the keynote of Gilbert's life. The truth was that he liked his dear Friedrich more than he imagined he would ever like a monarch, but now he realized he had a soft spot for the young nation and soon he could not hide it.
Other residents did not affect Prussia, who appeared to be greatly fond of and affectionate towards the young blond. He had a peculiar predilection reserved for him only, and as Ludwig finally grasped it, he understood that all those touches and words were not the empty shells they seemed to him, but concealed sincere feelings. Gilbert's attitude towards him was a loving one, accompanied by occasional pangs of lust.
Germany himself never took the initiation but he secretly enjoyed and craved Prussia's attention.
The platinum-blond would appear out of nowhere and surprise him, would start speaking in that familiar manner and sparks would fly, causing his heart to pound, his mind to scream at him to go away and the relief would come as soon as Prussia left him. But right when the man turned his back to him, he would find himself crying out inwardly at him to return, aching for his presence again, invisible hands clutching to prevent him from walking away. It was confusing, to say the least.
When Germany once asked him why he hated being referred to as 'Prussia' by him, Gilbert explained that it made him feel a distance which he wanted to avoid. Distance, Ludwig mused, was the last term to describe their relationship, for Prussia used every opportunity to be close.
Germany did not like most of the palace residents. The people were very fickle, with artificial smiles as well as personalities. He quickly understood that, in fact, exactly those people closest to you spread the most abominable rumors. The worst attacks on one's reputation were made by the residents upon each other. No sooner they saw you then they would embrace you but those same people would spread the most awful lies once you turn your back to them. Ludwig detested the shallowness and relied on Gilbert, whom he considered the most honest and real amongst all, as the one who was not playing games with him and whom he could trust.
And even though Prussia often joked about his inexperience, describing him as wet behind the ears, he deeply venerated him and secretly wished he were as self-confident as Gilbert was.
Although an older nation, Prussia had a habit of reacting by impulsiveness from time to time. But as rough and ready as he was, Germany didn't think of him as crude or unsophisticated − he never saw it in his presence, at least.
As a result of all of this, a strange kind of innocent liaison gradually developed between the two of them without Germany even being aware of it in the beginning.
A purely human phenomenon.
But they were not human, yet the most beautiful and sublime merit of humans struck them both. They fell in love. It reminded Germany of Greek deities − the gods and goddesses of Greek mythology that resembled extraordinarily powerful human beings. Those who experienced emotions such as jealousy, love, and grief, just like they did.
And being pleased as he was when left alone, Germany understood that having Prussia as a companion was not bad at all. In fact, he caught himself pining for the platinum-blonde's attention for no earthly reason.
Prussia would come to his bedroom very often as well.
Ludwig could not remember when it happened, but the inveterate visits to his room became their personal ivory tower, their escape from the daily difficulties.
Ironically enough, the same occurrence became their bone of contention since Prussia would always hover around and drop by more than once a day to pester him. As much as he liked it, it was wearing him out and the smothering affection was sometimes cloying him.
But only sometimes.
To Be Continued…
* "The Stadtschloss (German: Berliner Stadtschloss, in English the Berlin City Palace), was a royal palace in the centre of Berlin, capital of Germany."
A/N: The first three chapters are finished (there are four chapters altogether). Should I post the next one?
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