Bound by Destiny | COUNTRYHUMAN AU

Jealousy, Jealously

I invited Germany to my lunch table 3 days after our ice-breaking activity much to everyone's surprise. "I heard that they are working on some treatment," a person whispered. "Is that why he's inviting Germany over?" another person asked. I winced internally when I heard the question. What the person had said was true, I did invite him over because of our treatment. Nurse WHO had told us our "connection" wasn't strong yet and so operating would be highly risky. Instead, she gave us random tasks to do to get us closer together. Honestly, I think she was bullshitting us and she was only delaying my treatment because her dearest brother UN wanted some plan of his to succeed. I didn't appreciate it considering I was hardly getting any rest. In fact, the only reason why I was able to sleep at all was because of this strangely soothing lullaby that played every time I woke up from my nightmare. It helped me fall back asleep every time I heard it and whoever was singing it had an incredibly soothing voice. Perhaps it's my brain's imagination...a coping mechanism to deal with the nightmares.

"Erm...thank you for...for letting me sit with you guys," Germany murmured softly, jolting me out of my thoughts, as he sat next to Japan and Italy. America glared at him while Canada gave a small smile. South Korea and Ukraine weren't here as they were either having lunch with their siblings or working on projects. Italy snorted and clapped him on the back, "Jeez, loosen up a little bit Ger." Startled, the German immediately sat up straight.

Ame rolled his eyes as he stabbed his slices of meat before angrily chewing on them. Canada looked at his brother, a warning look in his eyes before it quickly disappeared. "So Germany...er, how's school been going for you? From what I heard, these are rumours of course, but it seems like Russia has been irritating you?" he asked, pouring out some syrup onto his pancakes. Germany's face twisted into a grimace as he answered, voice strained, "It's...going fine. Russia's...just being...well Russia." America looked up sharply from his plate as he mimicked Germany, "Russia's just being...well Russia. Of course! I'm sure you must be sucking up to him–mfffffff!" Canada slapped his hands over his brother's mouth as he looked at the German, apology written all over his face. Japan covered her mouth in shock as Italy blinked slowly, as if in a trance. This can't be good. I noticed Germany's hands were clutching his fork and spoon very tightly as he set them down slowly.

"I'm so sorry! Ame does mean it, he's just..." Canada looked at me frantically as if asking for help–something I couldn't provide then–as his brother clawed at his hand, "Cranky! Yea...erm, China and him were fighting yesterday and..."

"I should go," Germany cut in as he quickly got out of his seat and took his tray away. Japan rushed after him as Italy glared at Ame, "Look what you did you stronzo!" By then, Ame had already pried his brother's hand off his mouth as he sulked silently. I sat in shock, processing what had just happened. What...did...did... shit, I made things worse didn't I? Just then, Japan came back, shaking her head. She glared at Ame as she hissed, "あなたが何をしたのかわかりますか？今、ドイツは我々に対して怒っている！このバカ！"

"Come on, not you too! You know damn well I'm right. That bastard–mffff!" it was Italy's turn to hush Ame. Rage burned like amber coals in Ame's eyes as he tried to get rid of Italy's hand. "EW! STOP LICKING MY HAND!" he screeched, though he kept his hand there still. Japan huffed as she rolled her eyes. Looking at me, she said, "You better go after Ger, Pōrando. He's pretty upset."

I nodded, "Yea...I'll...I'll be back." I hurriedly got out of my seat and stood up surveying the dining hall for Germany's tall figure. I spotted him sitting alone at his usual corner and rushed over. He was playing around with his food, a frown on his face as he muttered under his breath. He didn't notice me until I sat opposite him, the chair creaking under my weight.