Germany x Albino!Child!Reader x Prussia Ch.7

Chapter 7
 
 
     "Erm. . ."
 
     [Name] squirmed uneasily in her spot, unconsciously shifting closer to Prussia. His hand squeezed her arm slightly, silently assuring her that everything was going to be alright. "I-I'm [Name]. . ." she said shyly, burring her face in her brother's chest quickly after.
 
     "So cute!" America shouted, and jumped out of his seat. He then was at their side at an instant. America's face loomed very closely to [Name]'s, who began to tear up. 
 
     "America, I don't think it's a good idea to-" Ludwig began, but was only cut off by the loudness of the American.
 
     "[Name]'s your name huh? That's a cool name! Do you live with Germany and Prussia over here? I have hamburgers do you want some? I also-"
 
     "America, you git!" England shouted, slamming his hands on the desk and standing up at the same time. America's talking was cut off immediately, the American turned towards the Englishman. 
 
     "What is it Iggy?" he asked. 
 
     "Don't call me that!" 
 
     "I do what I want bi-" The country with the curl on the right side quickly leaned over, and covered [Name]'s ears. She looked at him confusingly, and the man only gave a smile back at her. He then turned towards where America is, sadness in his closed eyes.
 
     "Please don't swear! We have a bambina over here! I don't want her to learn bad words!" 
 
     [Name]'s eyes narrowed, and her ears strained, trying to listen onto the muffled conversation. The man's hands slowly trailed away from her ears, and [Name] could eventually hear again. She looked around, and saw that people were talking to each other, more in an angry tone. 
 
     She looked up at Prussia, who sighed and shrugged. Turning to Germany, she saw that he was pinching his nose in frustration. "Berlin, I hope you don't grow up to be loud like them," Ludwig murmured. Unknowingly, [Name] heard. 
 
     "I hope you didn't hear that, [Name]!" 
 
     The owner of the name looked to the left, and saw that the same man with the curl on the right was looking at her with a bubbly expression. "I'm Northern Italy!" he announced, an Italian accent clearly heard. Italy then pointed across the room, and [Name]'s eyes followed. He was pointing at the look-alike, only the person's curl was on the left, and was positioned higher. "That's my big fratello Romano! He's Southern Italy!" 
 
     "G-guten morgen," [Name] whispered shyly. Italy smiled back.
 
     "Buongiorno!" he said in a bubbly tone. The girl tilted her head slightly in confusion. Italy did an intake in excitement. She's a cute one! "It means good morning in my language!"    
 
     "O-oh," [Name] sounded in understanding. 

     "Do you like pasta?"
 
     "P-pasta?" the youngest repeated. The Italian nodded happily with a smile. "What's that?" His smile drooped right away. Italy then turned towards Germany, and began shaking him by the shoulders. 
 
     "W-what does the bambina mean by 'what's that?', Germany?!" he began to cry. "Why didn't you ever give her pasta? [Name] doesn't know the delicious taste of the noodles, or the meatballs! It must be torture!"
 
     Germany sighed in exasperation. "I didn't have the time to give or cook her pasta, Italy. [Name] just recently showed up, and we're still letting it sink in!" 
 
     Italy's eye widened more, getting more teary. "I guess I have to show her what pasta is!" He then ran off to who knows what.
 
     "Wait!" Ludwig called out in a warning voice. "Verdammt! Come back Italy! The meeting's not over yet!" 
 
     The Italian didn't turn around the corner. Germany growled while [Name] giggled. Prussia was smirking, and eventually gave out hit signature laugh. "That's Italy alright! Same as always. . ." he complimented. He then looked down at his sister, who looked at him with the same colored eyes he has. "You have to try his pasta though. You'll love it."
 
     "T-the way you say it makes me want to eat it," [Name] said slowly, trying to form the correct words. 
 
     "Don't worry," Gilbert assured. "Italy's going to be back in a few minutes after he's done."
 
     By now, the noise in the room was rising, and Germany's patience was decreasing. Trying to bottle down his anger, he coughed loudly into his hand. "I would like to continue the-"
 
     "How dare you say that to my food, you Frenchie!" 
 
     "America over there said that is tastes like couch stuffing!"
 
     "It's true, dude!"
 
     "And how do you know what couch stuffing tastes like? Besides, it's not like cooked snails is any better! Green and slimy! Please! Try scones instead!"
 
     "Agh! Get that away from my face!" 
 
     [Name] turned to Germany, and saw that his face was turning red in anger. Prussia seemed to notice too, and tried to gesture to man with blonde hair and a violet uniform to shut up. "Halt den mund!" the girl heard the eldest whisper under his breath to his friend. 
 
     "Bruder, why so mean to man with the cape?" [Name] asked innocently. Gilbert snickered, seeing how his sister called France's cloak a cape. 
 
     "Nein, nein!" Prussia said, regaining his composure. "France is just a friend."
 
     "France? But didn't you have a fight with him a while back? The Franco-Prussian War?" 
 
     Prussia felt a pang of sadness hit him, and he glimpsed at France across the room. The Frenchman looked so happy. His face back then when they were fighting though. Gilbert remembered that France had a look of timidness but was fierce. They both had to fight each other. "Yes. We had to fight before. B-but we made up now."
 
     "Everyone shut up!" 
 
     [Name] flinched as the loud voice emerged from beside her, and quickly covered her ears. Trembling slightly, she thought, Big brother Luddy is scary. . . But Germany was her brother, and she knew that he wouldn't do anything to harm her. 
 
     Almost immediately, a silence settled upon the room. The countries proceeded to go back to their seats, straightening out their uniform in the process. A few of them murmured apologies. Ludwig sighed, and sat down, seeing that everyone had managed to pull themselves together. "Now, I would like to start the meeting. Our topic is merchandise."
 
     America's hand shot up immediately. Germany's frustrated eyes darted towards him, and pointed at him. "America."
 
     "Dudes, I got the most brilliant plan ever! We should genetically engineer a huge hero!"
 
     "That's the same thing you said about global warming!" Germany shouted. He then pointed to Japan. "Japan, you have any ideas?!"
 
     "Anything America says, I agree to," the Japanese man replied. [Name] tilted her head in confusion. What was happening exactly?
 
     "Man up for once Japan!" [Name] remembered that the man who was talking then was Switzerland, who had warned her to stay off his territory. "You almost never state your own opinion! Stand up for once!" 
 
     Japan shook his head frantically. Mr. Japan is on our side, right? [Name] thought. She then saw Germany point towards a man with a pinkish scarf around his neck. "Yes, Russia?"
 
     "I would like to make a contract with America about a certain company," Russia said in a cheery voice. [Name] then turned back towards Prussia, and saw that he gone a little more paler than usual. 
 
     America stood up and slammed his hands on the wooden table. He then pointed towards Russia, eyebrows narrowed yet with a smile. "That. . ." the American began, "Is a horrible idea! As if on Lady Liberty I would make a trade relationship with you, bastard!" 
 
     Russia's face then became crestfallen, and he looked down at the floor. "Oh, okay." The sad aura around him was easily felt by others, making them on edge. Something is going to happen later on. 
 
     "Are you bored, Ber?" Prussia murmured down at [Name], who looked up at him. 
 
     "I guess. . ."
 


 
 
     "Are you sure this is the building?"
 
     "Positive, sir. My henchmen saw them getting out of the car." 
 
     "Great. We will get it back. No matter what. Our experiment was just beginning."