A Game of Chess

Chapter 5: Reminiscence

Alfred hastily moved the half-empty suitcase aside, taking a seat in the empty slot. The strange reminiscence that he had just experienced just now made his head spin a bit. He held in his stomach and covered his mouth. How had he managed to overlook all the terrible things Ivan did? His body lurched over, he felt like he was going to puke.

He really did feel bad for the German now. He hasn't been in contact with his brother in so long, it must be so lonely for him. And a part of himself couldn't help but feel guilty. Ludwig had changed a lot, he knew this. But this was the punishment he had been given, and Alfred was one of the people who watched him crumble. Maybe that's the reason Ludwig isn't talking to him.

His eyes wandered around the room. Maybe it was a bad idea agreeing to come here. His host didn't like him and for good reason. He rubbed his face, considering the options of just flying back to the USA. Then, he would actually be surrounded with people who actually like him!

'But then I'd be giving up at the same time, wouldn't I?' He thought miserably. 'I'd be surrendering to Ivan.'

He looked back up, almost laughing at the thought. 'As if I would surrender! When the hell have I ever backed down from a battle?'

He huffed at the thought of Ivan's smug face looking down at him. How ridiculous! He was currently one of the strongest countries, if not the strongest. So far he has had a successful trip with every single country he has visited. What matters if this time the guy's a bit of a challenge? It was only the first day.

How could Ludwig not want to be his friend? He was charming, funny, and a delight! There's nothing stopping him, all he had to do was make the German happy to be around him.

He shot up and went back to organizing his clothes, more determined than ever. 'Mark my words Ludwig that by the end of this month, we're going to be best friends!'

By the time he had finished placing all his items in order, it was already around 7:30. But there was one thing that prevented him from doing anything else at the moment. He held that small tin box in his hand. Feliciano obviously wanted him to give this to Ludwig on his birthday right? Although he didn't say that, there could've been any other time Feli had to ask him to nonchalantly pass this to Ludwig. But then again, this could make his relationship better with him too. He studied the box momentarily, turning his wrist to look at the bow. However, he had also noticed the clock on his he realized that it was well after 7:30 and the thought of missing another opportunity to improve their relationship wasn't something he planned on doing. Quickly, he rushed down the large mahogany stairs into the kitchen where Ludwig was preparing a plate of food for himself. Unshockingly, the loud thumps Alfred had created while getting there surprised the German. And even though his hair was frizzled from how fast he ran there, and his suspenders were now falling off his shoulders, all he was able to focus on was how he got Ludwig to show some emotion, although not a lot, he gladly took that wide-eyed expression as a total win.

"Are you going to eat some food?" the American asked excitingly.

"Ja?" Ludwig answered hesitantly. He couldn't tell if this was a trick question.

"Can I eat some food with you?" Alfred asked again, now bubbling with a joyous anticipation.

"Ja?"

Gasping loudly, he exclaimed, "Really? That's so awesome dude! Thanks!"

Ludwig nodded, still confused on what exactly was going on. Alfred on the other hand, seemed to be on cloud nine. Happily, he started to help himself to a generous serving of mash potatoes, cooked sausages, and a side of mixed vegetables. He sat on the opposite side of the table, allowing his million-watt smile to unfurl as he started swallowing the food in large bites. The German questioned the American's dinner manners as he too began to eat.

"Woah man. This mash potato is really good!" Alfred said with his mouth full.

"Oh. Thank you." Ludwig muttered out.

'Three words this time, now we're getting somewhere.' "Who taught you how to make this stuff?"

"My brother did." he said.

Alfred stopped eating, to look at him in horror. 'Shit.' But when he saw his face, it didn't seem as if Ludwig was bothered at all. In fact, he was.. smiling. It was very subtle for sure, but his face seemed more relaxed than before.

"He's a really good cook then right?" The American said, hoping that the smile showed positive signs for an engaging conversation.

That smile quickly disappeared as soon as Alfred spoke. The German went back to his stern glare and his bowl of unfinished food. Alfred inwardly sighed in disappointment. 'It was going to be a long month for them.'

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Alright, and that concludes Chapter 5. This is a bit short than usual actually, and the next one might be a bit short too. Sorry for that, I really do apologize but I'm really saving it off for chapter 7&8! Please stick with us, I promise you won't regret it. We'll see a glimpse of our other characters soon. Stay classy and much love.