Another chapter? People really like this story, it seems... well here it is. Last chapter.


"Why are you here again? Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

"West kicked me out, Veni's hanging out with West, Roma's with Spain, France is still trying to get that idiot Brit's attention, Denmark's trying to get a work ethic and America's out doing who knows what!" Prussia ranted on angrily.

This was a few days after Prussia had come when Austria was sick. And now that said Nation was himself again...

Geez, he seems more of an ass than usual today... Prussia thought irritably, stretching his feet on the sofa.

"Well, when you decide to crash in my home, you can at least show your host a bit more respect," Austria replied, pushing his glasses into place on the bridge of his nose.

"Well maybe if you actually locked the doors to your house, I wouldn't break in!"

"Then you would pick the locks."

"Because the doors were LOCKED! How else am I supposed to get in?"

Austria stared at Prussia incredulously and then turned back to the piano.

Setting his fingers on the keys, Austria began to play the familiar tune of "Chopin", a tiny frown creasing the normally calm face. Even after all the time that he had known Austria, Prussia couldn't help thinking how weird it was for the aristocrat to play Chopin when he was ticked.

I get that everyone needs some way to blow off steam, but how does this guy just show how he feels through a complicated piece of wood, metal strings and ivory? And why Chopin? What's the deal with that- WAIT. Why am I even thinking about why he does that? Prussia slapped his forehead angrily, stopping the train of thought.

Just then, the music stopped.

"Prussia..."

"Eh?"

Prussia looked up to Austria, who suddenly got up from the bench and stood over Prussia, looking at the albino with a strange expression on his face. He looked like... well, how Prussia felt like when he needed to say something important, or secret. The way his violet eyes stared back into Prussia's crimson eyes like...

Prussia felt a cold sweat breaking on his temple. What the hell? Why am I sweating?

"Prussia, will you listen to what I have to say?" Austria's voice snapped Prussia out of his thoughts once more.

"Er, what about, Little Master? My time is invaluable and I can't waste it on something un-awesome-"

"Did you mean it?"

Prussia's eyes widened. No.

"Huh? What are ya babbling about, Little Master?" No. Nein. No way.

"You know fully well what I mean, Prussia," Austria replied in his calm tone, but Prussia could see the conflict in the aristocrat's eyes and see the tiny blush worming its way onto his face.

Prussia could practically feel his face start to burn and if he didn't know better, his sweat would probably evaporate at some point. He was out cold when I found him! There's no way he could-

"I was... awake... from the moment... you pulled me off my piano..." Austria's voice began to halt until it came to a stop.

CRAP.

Oh Gott. OhGottohGottohGOTT, he heard everything I said! That means-! CRAP!

Prussia opened his mouth. And then closed it. And tried again to say something, but nothing came out.

"You said that you..."

"Uh-er-I-" What the hell? I actually AM acting like a silly junior high school girl! Well, at least Little Master's acting like one too. But why won't any words come out?

"It just came out! I saw you looking so cute- which is your fault- and I said it, that's it!" Prussia snapped, now standing in front of Austria.

"And you kissed my hand..." Austria trailed off again.

Prussia knew at this point that his sweat WOULD evaporate at this point.

"I-I-I just-!"

"No, don't say anything, I just wanted to find out if it wasn't a dream or hallucination."

Prussia blinked, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Oh. OK. I was actually worried for a second that you would go all 'WRATH!' on me!" Prussia grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

WHAT THE HELL, WHY AM I ACTING LIKE THIS IN FRONT OF HIM?

"Why would I be angry. You irritate me and you come here with no reason, but I don't hate you," Austria replied.

Prussia's eyes widened. "You don't hate me?"

"Trust me when I say I'm as surprised as you are about this."

He doesn't hate me... Could this actually work?

"Um..."

"Hmm?"

"So... do want to go outside for bit...? Just to, you know, hang out and have a bit of fun?" Damn, that sounded lame, even to me.

"Prussia. If you wanted me to go on a date, then just say so. You're much easier to read than you realize."

Prussia's mouth dropped at the statement. "Sh-shut up! You're just saying that because you wanna mask how my awesome charm's got you helpless!" Prussia snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the Austrian.

"No, because then you'll whine to Germany about how 'un-awesome' you are at confessing something so trivial," Austria said matter-of-factly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ah-" Prussia began, pointing his finger once again, but closed his mouth. "Are we going or what?" Prussia finally asked, blush returning.

"Fine, I'll go get my coat. Do NOT mess up anything in this room, understand?"

"I'm not a kid!"

"You're not?"

"$%^*-!"


There. You're free to imagine what transpires, but this really is the last chapter. But first, I have some stuff to say.

The inspiration I got for the first chapter came from my personal head-cannon that Prussia was the one who got Austria his first pair of glasses. I meant to leave this story off at the first, but when so many of the reviews asked me to continue, I wasn't given much of a choice. I'm not mad at all! I'm very happy people asked me to continue, that means they want to see it to the end. The inspiration I got for chapter two came from a doujinshi I read on Youtube that was uploaded by LittleIggy1612 called "Oresama Daresama", which is easily the most adorable and funny doujinshi I've read for PruAus EVER and is not getting enough recognition. Chapter three was my lame way of wrapping up the story because I just wanted to give the readers a good ending.