AN: Just a little PrusPol I shot out to spread the love... there's really not enough of it on here. Here's to spreading the love~ This one's totally for my Prussia, who'se been helping me spread it along~ AndItotallydidn'tstealthetitlefromher.c:
"You are such an idiot sometimes, you know that, right?" the blonde huffed, sliding off of his horse and approaching the Prussian, lower lip jutting out ever so slightly, "Just get on the damn horse! I swear, sometimes I don't know how I put up with you…"
"Hey, it's not my fault I don't like animals!" Gilbert retaliated, an angry blush forming on his pale cheeks, "And you could easily get rid of me if you wanted to!"
"Not really. It's not like you ever go away when I tell you to."
Or maybe Feliks just wasn't trying… Either way, they both knew that their arguments were nothing more than hollow words. Even the constant annoyance of an old rival was better than the ache of being alone…
"…Oh, fine," Feliks sighed after a moment, grabbing the albino's arm and dragging him to the horse he had been seated on before, "Get on and we can ride together."
"Wh-what?" Gilbert stared at him, horrorstruck, the tiniest not of panic appearing in his voice, "N-nein!"
If they were both on the same pony, they would be- he shuddered- touching! Ugh…! There was no way in hell he was going to be pressed up against that… that… tranny… thing…! Even if they were starting to get along… He was not going to do that!
"I-I think I'll ride the other one—"
"Nie!" the Pole cut him off, sounding far too happy about the situation, "Too late!"
Gilbert groaned, but allowed himself to be shoved up onto the horse, unable to find a way out of it. Stupid Poland with his stupid fucking ponies… Why couldn't he just let him be? Damnit! He was going to kill Feliks, he swore…!
He flinched ever so slightly as the blonde's demanding voice ordered him to move back, a feat he somehow managed to accomplish without falling off. As Feliks climbed onto the horse in front of him, Gilbert stiffened, only tensing more as he was commanded to wrap his arms around the other's waist. They were close… way too close. His heart sped up as his chest was pressed to the Pole's back, and he prayed to God up above he didn't notice. That would be fucking awkward… If that happened, Feliks might think that Gilbert had a crush on him or something, and Prussia did not like Poland! Th-the pony just made him nervous, that was all! Yeah…! Even being afraid of something as stupid as a pony was better than liking that stupid Polish bitch!
When the animal began to move, Gilbert let out a loud squeak, arms tightening noticeably around the blonde's waist. Feliks let out a loud giggle and prompted the pony to go faster, obviously pleased to be met with the same response as before.
"The little shit's enjoying it!" the albino realized, not at all amused, "He planned it all out, and he's not even trying to hide it!"
After what Prussia was sure could only have been hours, they reached a wide stream, where Feliks brought them to a slow halt and slid to the ground with surprising grace. Refusing the hand offered to him, Gilbert landed after him with a clumsy thump, standing and brushing himself off and meeting the Pole's grin with a stony glare.
"You're a real bastard, y'know that?"
"Who, me?" Feliks giggled and batted his lashes innocently, clearly expecting this sort of response, "I haven't done anything~!"
"YES, YOU HAVE!" he howled, arms waving angrily, "YOU PLANNED OUT THIS ENTIRE THING! YOU MANIPULATED ME INTO DOING WHAT YOU WANTED, AND NOW- mmph!"
He would have kept right on yelling, had Feliks not grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss. When the blonde finally pulled back, Gilbert found himself in a state of mild shock, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
"Y-you… you...!"
"Planned it? Yeah, I know~"
