Another Day Filled With Paperwork Had Gone By And The Young Woman Was Relived To Finally Be Able To Go

Another day filled with paperwork had gone by and the young woman was relived to finally be able to go outside and get some fresh air into her lungs. On her way out she had expected to find Ludwig hidden behind the stacks of documents that covered his desk these days.

So not catching sight of the blond man was a normal occurrence, but for her to be walking around the desk and finding the chair empty was not. Amelia usually needed to pull the other young nation away from the work that was given to him.

After a quick round of questioning the staff, she came to the conclusion Ludwig had left without informing anyone like he was supposed to. Which meant she needed to find him first, before any of the others found out and then things might get out of hand.

Unable to find the other nation, America headed home to her apartment and while driving she couldn’t imagine where he might have run of to.

While she was driving around  a corner the cars’ front lights illuminated a person. Male, blond, muscled and she guessed he was going to be tall when he stood up. She had found her missing German.

Amelia quickly parked the car and nearly jumped out of the vehicle.

“Germany!” she shouted “What are you thinking?!”

He turned around at the sound of her voice, but didn’t get up from the spot he was sitting.

“Well?”

“I needed some time alone with my thoughts.”

The young superpower sight softly. “Can’t you think about that at home?”

At that he looked like she was insane.

“I can’t go home.”

She felt for the other nation in some way, but he needed to be punished for all the things his people had done.

She simply shook her head and after some time she raised her gaze.

“You gave my home, my heart to the Soviet Union. We would have fought beside you to stop him, but you gave Gilbert to Ivan instead. Now it’s just the USA and the Sovjet Union, the last two superpowers.”

After a moment Ludwig simple added one sentence to his statement. “I miss my big brother.”

In some way she could relate to that.

Amelia sat down besides the defeated nation without saying anything.

Treaty of Tordesillas.

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Gilbert sighed as he stared at Chiara from across the table. She had already been in this awful mood when he arrived at her house and while she opened the door for him with a quick, sharp ‘ciao’, she had not spoken a word since. The only reaction he’d gotten to anything he said or asked was a shrug or the woman simply looked away, but mostly she had ignored him.

Ignoring the awesome that was Gilbert Beilschmidt! He loved the woman, but he really couldn’t stand being ignored. Yet when he said he would take leave since his little brother could really use his help with all the work he had, the small Italian woman had attached herself to his arm and dragged him to the table.

Which brought them to this current state of being absolutely bored, and a little worried he had done something wrong, and looking angry.

The former knight sighed once again. “If you’re not going to talk to me I’m going home.”  Chiara looked at him again but remained silent. Gilbert stood up and continued. “I’m going home and if you hold on to me again I’ll just drag you along.”

She pouted. At least that was another reaction then the ones he had gotten from her today.

Walking past her, she finally spoke up. “There’s a hole in my jacket.”

The man turned around in confusion. “That’s it? The whole silence thing is about a hole in a piece of clothing?”

His girlfriend crossed her arms and refused to look him in the eye. “I really like it.”

“So fix it.”

“I can’t.”

“Have it fixed then.”

“I don’t want people to know I can’t.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“You can do that?”

He nodded and as he was handed both the coat and a needle and thread, he set to work.

“You were a knight, why would you know anything about sowing and repairing clothes? “

“Limited resources and clothes had to last. I never forgot the skill, turned out useful during plenty of wars.” After putting in the last stitches, he returned the coat to its owner.

The brunette still didn’t seem happy as she accepted the coat. “Well done.” In fact she looked close to tears.

“What is wrong now?” He didn’t understand what he did wrong.

“I can’t do this!” She looked close to tears as she admitted. “I can’t even get the thread through the eye of the needle. It’s one of those things Feliciana is great at and I’m useless at.”

Ah, so that was what is was all about.

The man wrapped his arms around his woman and hugged her tight.

“You’re the most beautiful and skilled woman I know.” His face turned red, he was still getting used to saying these things to a woman, but she needed this. He knew what it was like the be the second, overlooked representation of an whole country.

The hug was returned and the couple smiled at each other.

“Sure you’re going back already?”

“No. West can deal with the paperwork.”

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@prumano-week prompt needle & thread.

hey so, if we're running a little behind on our fics, is it ok to submit them after may 30?

Absolutely!

There is no deadline and I'll be checking the tag occasionally throughout the year. I'll be accepting this year's submissions until next year's event.

Erszébet loved Roderich, but she never managed to get comfortable wearing the kind of dresses worn by the women of her husband's house. It made her miss her childhood, though as it had been.

For @hetalia-aushun-week