What does it take to break?

His lips were on mine suddenly and I had to fight the urge to retch. Even the sight of his eyebrows repulsed me now. Reminders of a tormented past I was trying desperately to get away from. I pushed him off and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. "I told you, no more of this. I'm done Arthur."

The smirk on his face grew painfully apparent, he grabbed the collar of my shirt, "Don't you ever forget who helped make you my little moose." His teeth were bared and his laugh was sharp, I cringed beneath it.  This side of Arthur, even Alfred didn't know. "I can't let you do this!"

"Who's gonna stop me? You think just because someone else can see you makes you loved. You're nothing more then an invisible little sex toy."

Feeling defeated, I bowed my head. Maybe Arthur was right. Maybe that's all I was. He bit my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and wrapping a hand in my hair. My body went limp, just as it always did when he was like this.

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"He called me his little moose... it was awful. Anyway, I felt like I had to tell you because well... how we've been lately." I looked up rather nervously at the man in front of me. The look of distaste on his face was very clear.

"Mooses... are so... not... awesome."

I had to laugh a little despite how completely serious he was being, his red eyes stared at me, half angry and half curious as to why I'd laugh. "What in the hell is funny?"

"The plural to Moose, is still Moose Gilbert."

"Like the awesome me cares!" He threw his arms up, still clearly annoyed with the story I had just finished telling him. "You are my birdie! Mine!" Although I hated the word "mine", I loved being able to tell that Gilbert cared about me. It really calmed me down. He continued his rant, mumbling things in German to himself while I made my way to the kitchen, feeling peckish, but not knowing what to eat.

"PANCAKES!"

Gilbert's loud yell nearly scared the maple out of me. "Do not sneak up behind me! Holy Christ..."
His small trademark laugh whispered in my ear as he slid his arms around my waist. "Please Birdie?"

"Fine." He kept his warm arms right there around me the entire time I cooked, making me trip more then once when I turned to get ingredients. "Here's your food, will you let go now?" Gilbert's arms went from my sides, to his plate as he drenched his pancakes in syrup and, literally, stuffed his face.

I couldn't help but to watch him. As obnoxious as his eating habits were, I had to admire his albino features. The snow white hair, deep red eyes. Something about it just captured me. Him, the shattered nation of the great and powerful Prussia could see me, the nation that did anything to stay out of a war.