They both took a deep breath and said in unison, “_____, I love you.”
Caught in between them, you just sat there while they glared at each other for a moment. Then they turned to you. Austria said, “Vell? Who do you pick?”
“Yeah, poppet. Which one of us do you like more?” England said.
You turned to Austria, a little smile on you face. “I pick Austria.” Then you looked back to England, quickly pecking him on the cheek. “Sorry, England. I love you more like a brother.” He nodded, a sad smile on his face.
“I’ll leave you two alone then.” he said, getting up to show himself out.
Austria moved over to where you sat, holding both your hands in his own. You heard England slam the door, but your thoughts on his rudeness were cut off by a pair of lips on your own. Austria was sweet and gentle, and somehow not was you expected.
It was over all too soon, and he just pulled away and stared into your (e/c) eyes with those stunning violet ones. A playful little smirk crossed his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve vanted to do zhat.”
You smiled back at him, “I’m glad you did.”
He leaned down and kissed you once again, lightly. When the kiss broke he stayed close to your face and whispered, “Ich liebe dich, _____.”
You smiled lightly after a moment of thinking, then said hesitantly, “Ich liebe dich auch.” Looking at him innocently you waited to see if you had pronounced it correctly. Austria flashed a rare grin at you an leaned down to kiss you once more.