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blitzkreige chapter 4

Ok welcome to the fourth chapter finally! I’m really sorry this took so darn long but when your cat breaks your laptop it takes a while to save up for a new one and the library won’t let me write on their computers after the yaoi incident so yeah. During my time away I have been do some serious brain storming and decided to adjust my writing style a bit if you like what you see in this chapter please review and let me know I want to get a feel for this new style. ~Luxembourg

Germany awoke to the sound of gunfire and shouts of fear. Gilbert was up bright and Early playing that damn video game America had loaned him something called Call of duty black ops or something and since receiving it his brother played it nonstop all the time so much so that it was starting to wear his nerves down to the last one. Prussia paused the game and leaned his head back to look at his brother then the clock his silver eyebrows rose in surprise Germany was a half hour behind schedule.

“Hey did hell freeze over?”

“Vhat do you vant?”

You are never behind on your daily schedule so I assume pigs are flying” he quipped as he launched himself off the sofa.

Ludwig just sighed and shook his head “had a rough night’s sleep don’t feel like running today.”

Once he disappeared into the kitchen to make himself coffee Prussia went snooping trying to see if he could piece out why his brother was acting so weird and the best source to find information about West was in his office or his bedroom so he figured he’d start with the first option. The door gave way the second he turned the handle and he slipped inside quiet as a mouse shutting the oak wood door behind him. Prussia scurried over to the desk and sat in the high back leather chair and started opening the drawers of the mahogany built desk the brass shined brightly from constant use and care. The room was meticulously clean and everything in a perfect place and order just as would be expected of the Aryan nation to maintain. Bookcases lined one side of the room full of old tomes and maps of long ago not a speck of dust on any of them, file cabinets lined the opposing wall silver and brightly polished as if they were just assembled and not almost 30 years old. The massive window behind the desk illuminated the room in the afternoons in a brilliant light making the lonely room warm and inviting, but now in the early hours of the morning it gave only a gentle view of the acres of the back yard to the left a garden of flowers and vegetables gently reared by Prussia himself since he had so much time on his hands now days, a bit farther off was an area obscured by the pool and a tool shed, which contained a fenced in area that was used for various purposes such as dog training or parties. The lawn was clean cut and uniform just like its care taker.

Gilbert shut one of the drawers and opened the next still not finding anything that would lead to his brother’s lateness, giving up he moved everything back to its place and left the room quickly ducking into Germany’s bedroom again shutting himself inside. The room as well was meticulously kept the massive king size bed was made up in a perfect military fashion with crisp red sheets and comforter black pillows lay on both sides of the bed red and gold curtains hung from the window letting in dim sunlight as the sun rose. Mahogany dressers and bureaus lined the walls and lead to the closet were every uniform and suit Germany owned was neatly folded and hung in plastic wrapped hangers. Prussia stepped more into the room and began to drag his eyes over every inch of the room his eyes landing on a black journal and he went over to it picking it up. In gold letters the name LUDWIG was scrawled across the front leather bound cover, Germany’s personal journal. Not being able to resist the temptation Gilbert opened it and began to read some of the recent entries his brow furrowing as he continued to read on.

“Well this doesn’t sound good…” he mumbled and closed it when he heard his name being called from the living room.

He sat the journal back on the end table and ran out of the room and back down the hall in a silver flurry skidding to a halt in front of Ludwig blue eyes scanned his face a slightly annoyed frown on his face.

“Vhat vhere you doing?”

“Nothing”

“Nothing?”

“Ja nothing just being awesome kesesese”

“Ok then I’m going to get dressed and head off to the meeting, make sure to take the dogs for a walk at noon.” Ludwig informed as he made his way toward his room to get dressed for the day Prussia grunting a confirmation as he passed him by.

Ludwig entered his bedroom and shut the door with a sigh leaning against it and rubbing the bridge of his nose his shoulder sagged as if the weight of the world was on his back. Slowly and with some effort he walked to the bathroom for a shave and to brush his teeth. As the lights flickered on Ludwig placed his palms on the white sink and turned on the tap and stared at himself a fine layer of facial graced his jawline and he had bags under his eyes, his hair disheveled he looked like a total train wreck. He had not gotten a wink of sleep and thus his state revealed how important it was for him to rest. Cupping water in his hands he splashed his face a few times before reaching for his razor and shaving cream. The white foam slowly disappeared from his face with each pass of the sharp blades against skin and in a matter of minutes he went from rugged hobo to handsome representative. He brushed his teeth and clicked off the lights before head to his closet and picking out his black suit with the green lapels and dressing for the conference. After a couple of spritzes of cologne he was out the door with keys and briefcase in hand blazing down the roads and off to work.

Luxembourg walked into the meeting room with her briefcase and tea in hand, dressed in a finely pressed white skirt and jacket combo a baby blue dress shirt on underneath. Her hair was curled and a few stray piece pinned back with a butterfly pin, she wore very little make up just some eyeliner mascara and she wore tasteful heels all in all she looked like a business woman ready to take on the world. As she looked around she was surprised to see that Germany was not there normally he was always early if not the first one to the meetings even betting England who had just strolled in with America at his heels and Canada behind him. The loud American nation was going on about how he had kicked Prussia ass several times in what he called “extreme combat” which she took to mean he beat him in call of duty for the hundredth time. Luxembourg graceful picked her way between chairs until she found her assigned seat. Sadly she would be placed between France and England which meant she would be stuck listening to those two fight like a bunch of French whores over a cigarette. Once seated and settled she pulled out her brief case and got out her note pad, pen, recorder, cellphone and her reports for presentation and got herself ready to go, then as she waited for nations to shuffle in she began to doodle in the margins of her paper. England joined her after finally escaping the American and took a seat, he too getting himself organized before properly recognizing her.

“Good morning Alexandra how are you this morning? Lovely weather we are having isn’t it?” he turned and smiled at her

She returned the gesture “yes it is rather lovely weather and I am doing very vell danke. ‘Ow are things going for you if I might ask?”

“Oh good just got done with some elections for offices and spent some time reading yesterday.” He responded politely

“Zat ist wunderbar!”

“I must say Alexandra you look very lovely this morning. Is that a new suit? It really becomes you.” He complimented her taking in her choice outfit.

“Vhy danke Arthur yes it is a new suit Elizabetha picked it out for me the other week when we went shopping at Austria’s place. I’m glad you like it I was afraid it was a bit too revealing.” She blushed lightly at the praise and smoothed down the skirt that was half way up her thighs.

“No not at all it is a nice change from all those pant suits you wear about time you showed off how pretty you are.” He smiled again as the Italians and Spain walked in Romano crabbing at Spain and Italy spacing out as per usual.

“If you would excuse me for a moment Arthur” she pardoned herself and stood up going over to greet her friend Romano and catch up with him.

As she walked over several other nations where starting to pour in the Nordics and the Baltics filed in swiftly taking seats and going about their daily lives. Romano was the first to spot her and walked over to her his usual scowl was replaced by a friendly smile, an expression not often seen on his face. He was dressed in a nice grey Armani suit with a red tie and sleek black dress shoes his hair gelled back for once, he looked very handsome. His brother was wearing a beige colored suit with a green tie his hair kept in its normal fashion, Spain dressed in his usual business attire white dress shirt tan dress pants with his jacket slung over his shoulder causally his red and yellow tie lose around his neck like he was ready to take the get up off at any moment in favor of jeans and a tee shirt.

“Good morning Bella!” Romano greeted warmly as he took in Luxembourg. “You look very nice-a”

“Danke Lovino. You also look very nice ‘ow ‘ave you been?” she inquired and the pair ended up engrossed in conversation until Spain dragged him away. She returned to her seat to wait for the meeting to start.

Ten minutes before the meeting started Germany arrived at the building parking his car and locking before running into the building and grabbing the elevator. Once the elevator dinged and the doors slide open Germany was rushing down the hall way as he attempted to fix his tie, he was massively behind schedule and he was at his wits end because of the damn traffic. Finally he reached his destination and before walking in he took a deep cleansing breathe and passed his hand over his hair to smooth it out before squaring his shoulders and marching into the room full of nations chatting and catching up since the last meeting a month prior. A couple heads turned when he walked in their brows raising in surprise as they looked at the clock, no doubt confused by his lateness. Italy ran over to him the second he walked in and immediately started to babble on about a new pasta sauce he made and asking him what he did all weekend. Germany scanned the room as Italy talked quickly at him noticing Luxembourg chatting with France at the table her face leaned on her hand as she intently listened to the current affairs in her cousin’s lands. He admired her outfit as he sat down across from her his briefcase making a soft thump on the long oak table, she glanced over at him and raised a plucked brow. Germany got out his papers and groaned when he found out he had forgot his papers from last meeting with all his notes on them, he wanted to smash his face into the table when a folder slide in front of his gaze. The folder had a very pretty and neat handwriting across the top reading meeting notes inside was a stack of fresh printed sheets with notes and outlines of the last meeting and the plans for this one. Ludwig looked up to see where it came from and saw Luxembourg wink and gently tap her copies on the table, of course she would have extra copies she was the most likely to lose something. He mouthed a quick thank you to her before slipping on his reading glasses and started to read over the notes; there were several things on her notes that he didn’t even have on his and a lot of detail too. Finally the last of the nations walked in and Belgium stood to announce the beginning of the meeting as she was in charge of the conference this go around. The last one was hosted at Lux’s house and that didn’t end to well for the small German nation, she was still to this day cleaning glitter from her capital building.

“Welcome everyone to this conference! I hope you all got here with relative ease, I know it can be difficult to navigate traffic here at times.” Her cheerful voice called the room to order and soon all eyes were on the beautiful blonde speaking.

“If you would all be so kind as to look at the itinerary we can get started. The first objective is to state current affairs and any proposals not mentioned last time or fixed from our previous conference. Netherlands would you be so kind as to start us off and we can work down and around from there?” she moved the floor to the tall sandy blonde brother of Belgium and Lux.

He stood and gave his speech on current affairs and how the economy took a small fall but is on its way back up thanks to a bill passed in the government. Several nation scrawled down notes including Germany who was all ears despite the sleepy feeling in his eyes as he looked at the paper. Luxembourg scratched down some notes then looked back up her eyes falling on the handsome German nation across from her with Italy on one side ve-ing and drawing pasta and on the other japan dutifully writing down notes. As the next nation took the floor she continued to write notes and listen however her attention kept being pulled over to Germany who looked like he need a nap or some coffee really bad. She slyly grabbed her cell phone off the table and slid it into her lap and started to type a text without looking at the screen having mastered sightless typing years ago.

Are you alright? ~luxy

There was a few seconds before Germany felt a buzz in his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone sliding it open to read the message. He looked up to see Luxembourg looking at Denmark and scratching notes at the same time one hand in her lap. He looked down and started to type back his reply and sent it as soon as he was finished.

I’m fine just very tired. Didn’t sleep well last night. -Deutschland

Well I am sorry to hear that. Why could you not sleep? ~luxy

Bad dreams and a lot of paper work. – Deutschland

Well when we take a break I’ll make you some coffee ok? ~luxy

Thank you but you don’t have too I can make it.-Deutschland

It’s alright I want to. ~ Luxy

Alright then if you insist. By the way I noticed you are wearing a new outfit today. It looks very nice on you.-Deutschland

Well thank you. Hungary got it for me. I must admit I’m not too sure about it. A bit breezy and short but the color is nice. ~luxy

She blushed at his compliment and France immediately tried to figure out what was going on. He looked down at her phone to see she was texting Germany who looked a little flustered on his end of the table so he began to read their conversation up until his turn to speak. Luxembourg typed a short message to Germany saying she would respond as soon as she was done with her turn which was coming up next. Francis talked about some strikes in Paris and a tax hick as well as some minor issues that his nation was going through and passed the floor on to Alexandra who stood up and sat her phone on her seat hands folded politely in front of her skirt.

“Danke France. Vell I guess I should start out by saying that the economy in my country is doing very well the jab market is running vell and we have had no problem passing any bills. My bosses have informed me that ve vill be needing to make some trade agreements vith some other countries but other than zat all Ist vell. I vould like to propose a notion to the floor regarding an issue we had over ocean charters of the pacific. If both America and Russia can agree on some outlines terms in this packet I can guarantee that your bosses would both be pleased. In addition to that based on the information both Russia and America gave me on their navy with the charter I’m purposing both your navy’s will be able to cut back on fuel expenses by at least 2%, possibly even 4% if you play your hands right.” Luxembourg handed out the packets down the row and they made their way around the room several naval based nations took a deep interest America for once rather focused on the task at hand. Russia looked it over and after a few seconds closed the packet and spoke up.

“This seems to be very beneficial for both parties I shall have my boss take a look at it. That is if America is willing to follow the outline and agree to the terms.”

“This could work I guess. I’ll hand it over to my boss see what congress has to say. Thanks lady dude!” the blonde smiled a big Hollywood grin and she nodded politely.

“Zat is all I ‘ave to say at ze moment. Danke and I vill turn the floor to England.”

Alexandra sat back down and fixed everything on her part of the table and went to grab her phone unable to find it she started to flip over papers. France was tapping away at the screen on her phone going through her text before handing it over. She took it from him and frowned.

“You were going to sit on it Cheri I couldn’t allow zat my apologies Mon petit cousin.” He defended and she nodded.

She went back to looking through her phone as England carried on over the election running in his country and taxes. She opened her message folder and found a new one from Germany and tapping it to read.

That proposal was well thought out and very agreeable for both sides. I’m impressed this is coming from a nation without a navy of any kind. –Deutschland

Thank you! It took a while and I spent many sleepless nights but if it keeps those two from nuclear war then there is nothing I wouldn’t do. Just don’t say that around Francis he might take you up on that offer XD ~luxy

Well good job. Oh and you left your gym bag at the house last night.-Deutschland

Oh good I was afraid I lost it in the park or something. I’ll come pick it up tonight. Thanks a million luddy J ~luxy

The meeting went on for another two hours before Belgium called for a lunch break and reconvene at two in the afternoon. Chatter immediately broke out as everyone started to talk and get up to stretch and head out for lunch. Luxembourg took her time getting her stuff packed away while talking logistic about her navy proposal and how it should be handled to both America and Russia both seeming to like it more and more as she explained the pros and cons. Germany rested his hand in his palm as he listened to Italy talk about his new kitten and other relatively stupid things japan making comments on ways Germany may be able to improve the gas prices in his country, he scrawled those down. Alexandra shook the two nations hands and started to make her way to the other side of the table and walked up to Germany and cleared her throat.

“Pardon me I apologize if I am interrupting but I vas wondering if you vould like to join me for lunch Ludwig?”

The trio turned and looked at her and Germany smiled “ja I think that vould be nice.”

Italy chimed in wanting to go as well and of course being unable to say no to the Italian he too would be joining them in lunch as well as Romano who wouldn’t let the potato bastard eat with his brother without him, Spain naturally invited himself and japan somehow got thrown into the lot as well. Putting on a good natured smile Luxembourg nodded and motioned for the door all the while gripping her suitcase firmly in her hand. The small group made their way out to the parking lot, Alexandra offering to take the group in her black Porsche. Graciously accepting her offer they packed themselves in and they were on the road in a matter of minuets

The flashy car had been forced upon her as a gift from her boss and despite the protests and the fit she threw over it she was rather fond of her baby. The engine purred a lovely hum and it handled wonderfully, not to mention that flying around curves in the car was so smooth it should be considered an art. The German grinned like a mad woman as she mad a sharp turn scaring the hell out of the poor Japanese in the back and no Romano did not just let out a girly scream it was a manly war cry. Germany glanced over slightly concerned by her driving to see her white knuckling the steering wheel a murderous glint in her violet eyes and he instinctively knew he should have uninvited Italy to lunch knowing it bothered Luxembourg that he was around all the time.

To say Luxembourg hated Italy would be a bit harsh but rather close. When she was still a tiny little nation she was passed around much like the Italian nations belonging to Austria, Belgium, and so forth constantly a political bargaining chip and during her stay with Austria she was ignored in favor of as she would say “ze oh so lovely und talented Italy” and thus neglected. Even when she was living under the care of her older siblings Belgium and Netherlands she was once again ignored when the Italian nation came along, all of her talent and skills tossed to the side only being useful for money wore her down very early on in life. Naturally she like anyone else needed someone to blame and she choose the person who was the direct source of her grief. During world war one she got a major hunk of her vengeance sorted when she kicked Italy’s ass proving her dominance and strength and earning some respect back that she long thought she lost (even if she was fighting Italy a win is a win). Today she was much more tolerant of the Italian but he still got on her nerves with his over exuberance and general over the top energy. On the flip side she was rather fond of Japan and Spain. Romano surprisingly and much to his own annoyance was Alexandra’s favorite Italian other than Cicely. Deep down Ludwig figured it had something to do with the share of childhood anguish and they bonded during the times they lived together.

Germany’s thought process was interrupted by the car jerking forward and Japan sighing in relief, they had arrived at the restaurant and pulled into a parking space. Luxembourg’s long legs where already swung out the car door and the other occupants squirmed their way out of the small car (yes guys it is a specially modified Porsche custom made to seat 5 people Romano sat on Spain’s lap fyi. I like Porsche and I’m going to use them!). The silver doors slammed shut and the sharp beep alerted the brunette woman that her baby was locked and safe, and with a swift turn of her body she was clacking her way across the lot and toward the door Romano at her side leaving Germany to run and catch up. Soon the party was inside a large fancy restaurant decorated in lovely blues and bronze colors, the tables made of a finely polished wood and covered with midnight blue table clothes. Candles set braziers and flickered gently in the warm air, the heavy scent of meat and wine clung to the air in an intoxicating mist that drawled the person in to sit peacefully for hours and had it not been for the sudden outburst of Feliciano Ludwig might have fallen victim as well. A tiny woman dressed in black and white flounced over and cheerfully asked how she could be of help and if they had a reservation. Alexandra whipped out a card and handed it to her, her eyes scanned it and widened in shock but she recovered quickly and smiled brightly.

“And how may I help you milady?”

“Party for six if you would be so kind table in the back please”

“of course ma’am” the waitress grabbed a stack of menus and swiftly lead the group to a table in the back of the building tucked away in a cozy corner and well lit and would have been romantic for a date.

The odd collection of nations sat down Germany sitting to Luxembourg’s left and Romano on her right leaving the other three to fill in the other side of the table. Naturally Italy sat across from Germany, Spain to Romano and japan across from Lux. Once seated the group took a few minutes to order, wine a beer chosen for drinks as well as a tall pitcher of ice water, they did still have a meeting after all. Soon enough the group went into polite chatter and the stuffy meeting kind, the waitress dashing off to place the orders for the important guests.

“Vhat was all that about earlier?” Germany asked around the top of his beer mug frost creeping up the sides showing it had been chilling in a freezer for a good while.

“Vhat do you mean? Ze driving?” Luxembourg asked back setting her beer back on the table.

“Nein vith the hostess. She acted as if the arch duchess just strolled in”

“Well you wouldn’t be too far off zhere. See because Emma is my sister and Wilhelm is my brother I have the advantage of being able to come and go vhere ever I wish in their homes as long as I ‘ave my pass here.”

She pulled out her wallet and opened it, the soft black leather a gift she had been given From Germany one of the few she had ever received in her life when she was young and she still clung to it like a safety blanket to a child. Inside she tugged out a small plastic ID card. Atop it was scrawled High FreiFrau of The Luxembourgish Royal Court, in Dutch German French and Luxembourgish. Under that was her assumed human stats like her birthday set for November 6th, her name still Alexandra Rosenburg. Eyes violet hair brown height 5’8 and weight 125lbs (sorry I’m American I use the imperial system).Her picture was one with her hair down and swooped to one side a couple silver bobby pins held it to the side of her head and she was smiling.

“This card basically means I’m a baroness of the royal court back home and can pretty much go anywhere and know anything I want. It makes it easier Zen explaining I’m ze embodiment of a country and so forth.” She explained and returned the card and wallet back to her pocket.

“That seems like a very good idea. Did you come up with it?” japan asked politely sipping on his hot tea.

“Huh? Oh nein my boss did He was tired of my complaints and getting calls for clearance.”

“I imagine that could be difficult.” Spain commented Romano scoffed

“I don’t know-a why they have to be so difficult in your house!”

“Fratello please don’t yell in the building~” Italy cooed and Romano shot him a look.

“I’m not-a yelling. Besides Alex doesn’t mind. There is no one to disturb-a anyway.”

The twin Italians backed off when the Luxembourgish woman casted a glare at them “time und place gentleman, now is neither.”

“Anyway has everyone made any plans or arrangements for the annual nation’s ball?” Spain question red wine clasped in his hand.

“Nein I ‘aven’t though I am working on a dress all hand sewn, I’d prefer to wear pants but the duchess said if I went in a suit she would kick my ass. So needless to say I’m making a dress she designed for me.”

“Ve~ I want to go with Germany!” Alexandra nearly chocked on her beer and went to say something when Germany cut her off.

“Nein you vill not. Besides I’m already planning on asking someone anyway.”

The Italians face fell but he smiled almost a second later.” Then I’ll just go with cicely.”

Romano groaned and realized that he would most likely be going with the annoying Spaniard, not that he truly minded, Spain smiled at him and he rolled his eyes but nodded anyway.

“I’m taking my cute Romano as my date! I even picked out a cute dress for him! “And just like that Spain was flat on his ass on the floor a bump forming on his head.

“You son of a bitch I will not wear a dress! I’ll kill you, bastard!” he made to attack Spain but a lighting fast hand firmly gripped his wrist and yanked him back into his chair.

“Sit!” Luxembourg growled out in a voice she rarely used and he sat down with a squeak

The entire room quiet and Spain returned to his seat a heavy tenseness hung in the hair like a dense fog at the woman’s outburst of anger, japan cleared his throat and spoke carefully.

“Perhaps Antonio-san could return the dress and allow Romano-san to choose his own attire?”

The tension swiftly dissipated and the relax atmosphere returned as Alexandra settle down Germany’s hand taking hers and squeezing reminding her she was safe and to relax, he let go as soon as she squeezed back and returned his hand back from under the table.

“Sorry” she whispered softly but the group heard and laughed. “It’s fine”

“Is everyone doing alright? I’m terribly sorry for your wait but your food is now ready!”

The small waitress lowered a big black tray onto an empty table and started passing out the food to its respected person. Each dish was steaming and looked delicious. The first two dishes went to japan and Italy. The food on the plate was freshly steamed muscle in an onion and celery broth, since they had never had it before Luxembourg insisted they get it made into a stew instead so they wouldn’t have to fuss with cracking the muscles open, the meal finished with crisp fries on the side*. The second dishes were rabbit in a delicate sauce made from fermented beer and served with a salad these two went to Spain and Romano who had yet to try the Belgian delicacy**. The last of the food went to Germany and Luxembourg who both ordered the chicken, fries, and applesauce as well as a salad**. Each was a special food found in Belgium’s house and Lux had spent a good deal of her childhood eating these. Because of the infrequency the other nations spent in Belgium they had rarely had the chance to try them so Alexandra suggested foods that would remind them most of home as best she could, Germany wasn’t too difficult but the Italians and the Japanese men where a tad more challenging so she played it safe with fish and rabbit. Smiles lit up the room as everyone was impressed with the food and thanked the host everyone went ahead and dug in save for Lux who had bowed her head and was murmuring quietly to herself hands folded in front of her on the table, she was saying a silent prayer of thanks and once she was finished she dug in the others feeling a bit guilty but not enough to stop.

The meal passed on in silence the food too good to talk, Alexandra kept a watch on the clock making sure they would have plenty of time to get back without be scolded for they still had another half of a meeting to deal with. Luckily this part of the meeting would pass quickly for it was to discuss a few last minuet speeches from the remaining nations and then they would delve into discussion over the Nation’s ball. Excusing herself from the table Luxembourg stood and disappeared into the bathroom leaving the men to their devices.

“So what is wrong-a with Luxy?” Romano was the first to speak drawing confused faces from most of the group save Japan.

“What do you mean Fratello? Alex is acting like she normally does, scary.”

“No she is different somehow like something is bothering her, she wouldn’t have snapped at you like that or grabbed my wrist that hard if she was herself. She seems high strung” Romano enforced and all eyes turned to Germany who has hiding behind his beer mug.

“Vhat?”

“Other than Romano you are the closets to her here.” Spain implied knowing very well they spent time together yesterday, like Prussia wouldn’t tell him that juicy detail.

“She vas fine yesterday a bit tense but I figured she was in deep trouble with her boss or tired from training.” He commented just as baffled as the others.

“Well whatever it is I think it would be best if we left it to Alexandra-san, she has a good head on her shoulders and she is strong I’m sure she will be fine.”

The group nodded and returned to their drinks as Lux returned from the ladies room looking refreshed and more relaxed. She joined them and when the waitress came around asking if they would like dessert she ordered a round of waffles for everyone with vanilla ice cream and fresh strawberries*. Once they had completely finished it was time to head back so after a long argument on who was going to pay Luxembourg handed the woman a credit card and ended the discussion with a ‘I got this’ look. Gathering everything the group went back out to the car and were speeding down the road again, though not nearly as fast as before. Nice parked they were in the building and seated as the other nations started to lazily meander in full bellies and happy faces for the most part. Among the last to arrive was America and England looking a bit disheveled and Lux shot a text to Germany about how she thought they must have had some fun at the hotel. The German blushed at the text and quickly responded with a laughing face and a “you shouldn’t make up rumors” line. The meeting picked up full pace and after a few hours of fighting over who would be hosting the Ball they all decided on America’s place and soon everyone was filing out in a long train of sleepy and grumpy nations. Italy had fallen asleep during the last hour of the meeting so Germany was forced to carry him out to Spain’s awaiting car, where they would all stay at Romano’s until morning. Luxembourg was one of the last to leave tiredly stuffing papers into her briefcase and limping out the door, the damned high heels she was forced into chaffing the backs of her ankles like sand paper on wood and her eyes where tired. The drive home wouldn’t be long but hectic none the less and she still had a mountain of paper work before bed on top of walking her on dog and feeding the cat. So with the last remaining strength n her body she slowly shuffled her way to the car and tossed the briefcase in the front seat before climbing in and roaring off down the road in a silver blur, at the moment she really didn’t care if she was going 20 over the speed limit.

Germany sighed heavily as he pulled into the garage the Mercedes bins purring down to silence as her clambered out and grabbed his work stuff his jacket slung over his shoulder as he locked the car and made his way into the house. Each step was tiring but he felt much more accomplished then he did this morning. As he walked in he spotted Prussia sitting in the window seat reading a book, his red rimmed glasses sat on his long nose as his ruby eyes scanned over the yellowing pages he stopped only when he sensed he was being watched.

“How did the meeting go?”

“It vas alright long and busy. Vent out for lunch vith Luxembourg.”

“Oh prinzessin? Gut gut and have they decided where the ball was going to hosted?”

“Ja we are holding it at America’s since there is more room.”

Prussia paused then asked “Am I going to be invited this time?”

The taller German sighed and knew this was coming. “You know you are not technically a nation anymore bruder, but thanks to some firm arguments from myself and a few other parties you were granted the right to attend if you so wished. On the grounds that you would behave yourself.” He tossed his brief case on the kitchen table as he undid the tie on his shirt and let it hang limp off his shoulders.

“You know me west!”

“That’s why we said behave” he rolled his eyes and strolled into the kitchen pulling a beer from the fridge and popping the cap off with his bare fists.

“I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“I’ll hold you to your word then.”

The two brothers sat on the couch in silence for a long time Germany toeing off his dress shoes and resting his feet up on the table, Prussia tucking his legs under his butt. Soon the sound of the daily news filled the room as the taller blonde turned the T.V on the pretty anchorwoman started informing the Audience of the recent crimes committed and the general downing news as usual. Ludwig listened half-heartedly disappointment scrawling across his face with every murder and every theft until he could no longer stand to listen the channel flipped to a romantic comedy made in Hollywood and he settled on that when he heard Gilbert snoring on his shoulder.

The massive grandfather clock in the hall chimed 8 pm and with a lot of effort Germany managed to get himself off the sofa and headed off to his room slowly undressing as he walked the clean pressed white shirt sliding off his biceps and into the hamper it went his tie ended up tossed on the dresser each piece of clothing shed quickly until left only in his boxers at the threshold of his bathroom, dull lights flickering on as he stepped inside. And turned the water on before climbing in and scrubbing the stress of the day away in soft white suds. Toweling off he tugged on a pair of boxers and sweat pants and curled into bed for the night.

Luxembourg arrived at her home and parked in her one car garage before she retreated into the warmth of her small house. As the lock clocked shut she kicked off her heels at the door and tossed the jacket onto the back of an armchair. She vanished into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and threw herself on the sofa watching some .cuckoo clock shrieked at 11pm and she retreated to bed falling asleep in her dress shirt and underwear. The peaceful realm of sleep enveloping her into its soft embrace and she was taken into a realm of dreams and memories.

Sorry it took so long so here is a super long chapter enjoy

*Moules-frites ** Konijn in geuze *** Kip met frieten en appelmoes these are some Belgian dishes.

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