Prussia had his suitcases stacked at the front door, ready to be loaded onto a carriage. Now all he had to do was ask someone to help him. But he just couldn't bring himself to leave. Austria and he had had a brief goodbye that could have hardly been called friendly. Prussia hadn't seen him since. I guess he's glad that I'm leaving. He was about to call for a maid when he heard the piano. It was just a regular tune, not any different from the other times, but he was still drawn to it.
As quietly as possible, Prussia made his way to the music room. He stood just outside the doorway, hiding his body from Austria's view. This is something I'll really miss when I'm home. He sighed softly. There are a lot of things that I'm going to miss. Especially one thing. Prussia slowly poked his head inside. Austria was hunched over the piano, his hands moving with a steady grace. Prussia's heart dropped when he thought about his departure. That's why I have to leave, though. If Austria ever found out about my feelings… our friendship would be ruined. Prussia had been so focused on his thoughts that he didn't realize the piano had stopped. So when he looked back up and found Austria staring straight at him, he gave out a small yelp.
"I thought you had already left," Austria said, standing up from the bench.
"I was just… I was just waiting for them to pull a carriage around and… I heard your playing so…"
"So you thought you'd come yell at me to stop one last time?"
"No!" he cried, and then caught himself. "I mean, uh, no. I wasn't going to ask you to stop. I... well, I actually like your playing."
Austria seemed surprised at this confession. "You do?"
Prussia nodded. I have to leave before I say something that I'll regret. But he couldn't bring himself to walk away from his friend. "I've always loved listening to you make music."
Neither of them said anything for a long time. He probably thinks I'm crazy. I just need to get out of here. "Well I guess I'll be going, then." This time, Prussia made himself turn around and start walking; but he was stopped by a hand on his arm.
"Prussia, wait," Austria said. There was a hint of what Prussia thought was pleading in his voice. "Why are you leaving so abruptly? I didn't mean to be rude; I was just surprised. I'm very glad you like my piano playing."
"Well, that's nice. But I still need to leave now. Goodbye."
"Wait. Did I do something wrong?"
"No. You didn't do anything wrong; it was me. I'm leaving because if I don't… I'll regret it."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry, Austria; I can't stay here. I have to leave." He ran this time, his eyes slowly filling with tears. Don't stop. Just don't stop. I won't embarrass myself if I don't stop.
"Please, Prussia!" Austria yelled from behind. "Stop! Wait!"
It took every ounce of willpower Prussia had not to go back to Austria. He thought he had made it— thought he'd be able to leave— but Austria wouldn't give up. He ran up beside him, clutching onto his arm. "Don't… don't leave yet. Please… I need to know…what you meant," he said between gasps.
"Just let me leave, Austria. I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"How could you ruin our friendship?"
Maybe I should just tell him. No, wait, what am I thinking? "Forget it, okay?"
"Tell me, Prussia. I won't be angry with you. It's alright."
It's alright. It's alright. Is it alright? Prussia's heart was pounding in his ears. He could barely focus on anything. It's alright. "I love you, Austria."
After he spoke these words, Prussia ran. Why did I say that? Why?! He was relieved when he didn't hear footsteps behind him. Now I can just leave. He called for a maid, and a carriage was brought around promptly. The maid and driver helped him back up his belongings. Prussia was about to take a final step out the door when he heard his name being called. Just walk out. But the maid stopped him. "Sir, Mr. Austria's calling for you. I think you need to wait."
"I know he's calling; I don't care. Just let me leave."
Austria was already in the front entrance, though. He thanked the maid for helping and sent her off. His eyes met Prussia's. I hope he gets the yelling over with quickly. Hopefully he'll just punch me. "Why would you do that?"
"Say what I did? Because it's true."
"Why would you just run off like that?"
Prussia just wanted out of the situation. "If you're going to hit me, then hit me. If not, I'm leaving."
"I'm not—Prussia, you fool."
Then Austria strode the distance between them. Here comes the punching. He's weaker than me so he probably won't break anything. But instead of fists, gentle hands curved around either side of Prussia's face. He looked into Austria's eyes. Is he going to…? And then their lips met. Prussia sunk into the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around Austria. I've wanted this for so long. It feels like a dream. When they pulled apart, Austria smiled at Prussia.
"I love you, too," he whispered and gave him a small kiss.