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First Relationship

First Relationship Meme

Whether it's because of your age or because you never had the time or desire before, this is your first relationship. Everything is so new, you're just testing the waters, and you definitely don't want to move too fast. You don't want to screw this up because, admit it or not, you're a little bit crazy for this person.

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(Totally can play him from his teenage years)

So.... Haruka-senpai, huh?

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[BLINK]

... What about Haru?

So a little bird told me you had a thing for him.

[Actually no, it's not really hard to tell that much...]

[He's not getting it. Have more blinking.]

A thing?

[... wait. Wait.]

What're you even talking about?

You know... It's okay if like him. There's nothing wrong with that.

Wh-where's all this even coming from!? Haru-- He's a friend!

[Gou, please. Onii-chan can only take so much stress in his life.]

I just... It would be nice to see you happy with someone... That's all.

[Gou is concerned for her Onii-chan.... and it's fairly obvious the sexual tension between them.]

[But if you're a guy he'll punch you in the gut if you try anything in public.]

[Sure she's 900+ years old but we'll say it's her first non-political relationship.]

[All the things Prussia had had in his long life - Power, revenge, status, wealth - and not a single one of them had fully prepared him for this.

After years and years and years (more years than he wanted to admit, the span of lifetimes and empires, his own empire) of wanting and admiring and desiring and hating, and after resigning himself for so long to the idea that he would never, ever find himself here...

Prussia stood amongst the throngs of people in a train station in Berlin, a bouquet of flowers clutched too tight in his sweaty fist, waiting for his girlfriend.

His girlfriend. His. girlfriend.

It wasn't having a girlfriend that stressed him out, that made his heart beat so wildly and his mouth go dry and the voice in his head both sing with total glee and screech in abject horror. He'd had girlfriends before, and lovers, and one-night stands, booty calls, friends with benefits - But it was who this girlfriend was that made him so nervous and excited and terrified and jubilant.

Hungary. Erzsebet, the object of his affections from the moment he was capable of feeling them, the woman he had both loved and hated, who he had fought beside and had shoved into the dirt - And had his own face beneath her boot in turn.

It wasn't political, it was personal, and that was what terrified him the most. Politics, he could do. Battle? Bring it on. But this?

What had he gotten himself into?

As soon as the train doors opened and she stepped out amongst the stream of travelers, he found himself experiencing the strangest mixture feelings. He both wanted to throw himself at her, call her name and greet her warmly and take her in his arms and - And turn the hell around and run away.

But Prussia did not retreat, and so he swallowed thickly and raised his free hand - ]

Erzsebet! Over here!

[The train ride over was cerainly something that she never- really expected to happen in her long lifetime. Sure, she had made journeys to the West all the time but it was often to visit friends or for any sort of political meeting of the Nations. Vacations weren't something they were able to have in abundance.

It was also who she was going to see that made her a little nervous and a little fidgety the entire way. Sure, he was her oldest friend and was there during a rather- well- startling revelation of becoming a [literal] woman; which no doubt scared him as much as it did her. But after all that, the history, the wars, the lines drawn in the Earth to establish their boarders, he was still someone she cared deeply for.

When the threat of his disolvement was imminent, it was like a bullet to the heart yet, somehow, with the love of Germany and the love of those people who still believe themselves to be Prussian, he made a cozy living in Germany's basement. A little odd...

With the train stopping, she sat up and waited for the normal humans to disembark. The joys of being a Nation meant their faces were seen but- never really remembered too much or known. They were able to blend and be apart of the world without the world knowing just who they were unless told.

Stepping off, she hears that familiar voice that sure, still irrates her but one she's glad she can still live to hear. With a small smile, she makes her way over to him before wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him tight with the fear of him someday disappearing always lingering on her mind.

Her first...real boyfriend.] I didn't think you'd meet me here. I was ready to travel to your place but, it's so nice to see you again, Gilbert.

[Her arms around his neck are still so foreign yet so welcome, and he blushes red to the tips of his ears and the roots of his pale hair.]

Pssht. Like I'd leave my girl to brave the city without me. [He hopes that sounded natural, and he hopes the smirk on his face lets her know that he knows she'd be able to brave any city by herself. Still, it's the gentlemanly thing to do to come pick her up!

He wraps his free arm around her shoulders, then offers her the flowers - Tulips in an assortment of colors. They're out of season and so they cost him all his booze money for the week, but he knows they're her favorite and he's damn well going to impress her. She came all this way for a date, and Prussia does not do anything by half-measures.]