PrussiaxAmerica - Revolutionary War


“Here’s one of the guns you ordered,” Gilbert said, holding it out to the tired American.  Alfred took it, looking it over wearily.
“Does it actually shoot?” he asked.
“Yes, it does.”
“Then it’ll work.”
Gilbert looked at Alfred incredulously.
“No complaints?”
“As long as it works it’s better than nothing.  They may not be the best guns ever, but…”
“You’re really hurting for guns, aren’t you?”
Alfred nodded, the bags under his eyes showing well.
“Arthur really is harder to fight with than you’d think.”
Gilbert laughed, nodding.
“But he’s so caught up with fighting with France sometimes…  Speaking of the pervert, he’s helping you too, isn’t he?”
Alfred nodded again.  Gilbert’s face took on a look of concern.
“You don’t seem so well.  Are you okay?”
“Yeah.  I’m fine.  Just tired.”
“Not used to war, are you?”
Alfred shook his head.  Gilbert grabbed his arm – after taking the gun and putting it back with the others – and started to drag him into the small inn that Gilbert had been staying in.
“Come on.  One night of good rest won’t kill you or your cause.  The others-” He pointed at some other soldiers, “can take the guns back.  A nation needs his rest.”
“But I need to get back to the troops-”
“No arguing.”
Gilbert closed the door to his room behind him, and pushed Alfred so that he fell onto the bed.
“Sleep.  It’s good for you.  Especially during war.”
It was quiet for a while, Alfred laying on the bed, and Gilbert sitting in a chair, leaning his head against the back and trying to get to sleep himself.
“Gilbert?” Alfred said after a while.
“Yes, Alfred?”
“Is it really okay for me to fight Arthur?”
Gilbert stood up and sat down next to Alfred on the bed.
“It’s fine, really.  England can be oppressing, so I’ve heard.”
Alfred sat up, saying,
“He is.  He wouldn’t let me talk to anyone else or trade with anyone else or anything.  It was driving me crazy!”
Gilbert scooted closer to Alfred, tilting his face like he was curious,
“He wouldn’t let you talk to me, would he?”
Alfred shook his head, and leaned in closer to Gilbert.
“Hardly.”
Gilbert scooted closer to him again.
“Then it’s very good that you’re fighting for your independence.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
Gilbert leaned down and caught Alfred’s lips in a quick kiss.
“Go to sleep,” he said after pulling away.  He gently pushed Alfred.  “You really need it.”
Alfred nodded, laying back down.
The next morning, Alfred was awoken by Gilbert shaking him.
“Come on, wake up.  Aufwachen.”
Alfred blurrily opened his eyes, before turning over.
“You said that I needed sleep,” he murmured, “so let me sleep.”
A small smile crept onto Gilbert’s face, and his eyes glinted mischievously.  He reached down towards Alfred’s vital regions slowly, watching Alfred’s face for any signs of noticing.  When he finally got close enough, he grabbed them, saying loudly,
“I’ve got your vital regions!”
Alfred shot up, swatting Gilbert's hand away and shouting,
“Pervert!”
Gilbert laughed, long and hard.  Alfred glared halfheartedly, smacking the older nation lightly upside the head.
“Come on,” Gilbert said, standing up straight and still laughing lightly, “It really is time for you to get up.  It’s already almost nine.”
Alfred nodded, stretching and climbing out of bed.  He was still in his clothes from yesterday, his solider outfit now wrinkled from tossing in the night.
Alfred was about to open the door, when Prussia caught his wrist and pulled him into a hug.
“Now,” he whispered in Alfred’s ear, “I’m going to send you someone to teach you how to actually fight.  Don’t tell anyone; Fredrick wouldn’t be happy about it.  Something about being scared of Arthur.  He’s even letting the Hessians go through me.” Gilbert’s face took on a look of annoyance, “B-but!  I’ll try my best.  I’ll push Francis to help more.  And no going off and losing, got it?  And that’s because that’ll be an insult to the awesomeness that is me that tried to help you, okay?  N-not because I care about you or seeing you again, okay?”
Alfred nodded, smiling, and wrapping his arms back around Gilbert.
“Okay.”
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It was a few years later, when Gilbert found the letter on his ‘desk’.  He smiled faintly at the scrawl that was so obviously Alfred’s.  He opened it quickly, and two pieces of paper fell out.  One was in Alfred’s handwriting, the other in someone else’s.  He looked at the one in Alfred’s hand first.

Dear Gilbert,
I thought you’d just like a copy of this.  Arthur sent it to me.
And I was wondering if maybe you’d come visit me soon.

Alfred

Gilbert smirked at the other paper.
So he had won.  This didn’t surprise Gilbert much. The determination in those bright blue eyes…
Maybe he would visit.