Konnichiwa, minna! Sorry I haven't been publishing lately *bows* Gomen! Gomen! Gomen! Anyway, here's another story, this time of the (probably random) pairing of PrussiaXVietnam! ^^ :D (Oh yeah, and if you haven't guessed, I am Viet in my Hetalian circle -w-) Also, 5th, 10th and 15th reviewers for this story get a oneshot of their choice! Hope that's encouraging ^^' One last thing, this is all from Vietnam's POV. Enjoy please! ~3
Disclaimer: ...Has this or any of my other stories happened in Hetalia? EVER? No? Well, that should be proof enough then.
Fluffy
I sat on the kitchen counter, watching with quiet interest as the white-haired former nation in front of me worked without rest, scrubbing relentlessly at the polished hardwood floor of his house. I marveled at his silent determination; I would never have pegged him as one who was so cleanliness-inclined, to say the least. Not that I really minded. In truth, I rather enjoyed the sight of him really working at something. That side of him rarely showed itself.
I abandoned my musings and focused back on the Germanic nation before me. He was still on his hands and knees, working tirelessly at a particularly stubborn stain embedded in the otherwise pristine floor, his short, silvery hair gently waving back and forth with the action.
A sudden idea came to me. I silently stepped down onto the floor and walked gingerly across the open space, coming to stand behind him. I smirked (a rare expression to cross my countenance) and, widening my legs, straddled his form, sitting lightly on his back.
I felt him stiffen and stop working, turning his head to look up at me over his shoulder, Prussia's confused expression contradicting the curiosity in his scarlet eyes. I grinned back at him, eyes narrowed.
Careful not to jolt the little ball of winged yellow fluff that was his best friend, I buried my hands in his smooth silver hair. Squealing like a child in happiness, I rubbed them back and forth, ruffling the short, lustrous strands and earning an irritated glare from the tiny bird residing there.
"Ah...Viet? W-What are you doing, exactly?" By this point he had been forced to direct his gaze back to the floor.
Instead of answering him, I mused, "Wow, I've always wondered what your hair felt like."
"Huh?"
"You know, like whether or not its unusual color gave it a special feel."
"Well of course it does! Because I'm just aweso-"
"IT'S SO FLUFFY!" I squealed again, making him wince.
"Ow...Viet, could you tone it down a bit, please? Also, that's not exactly the most awesome description of-"
"It's fluffy. Suck it, loser."
"I am not a loser! I am awe-"
"Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy-"
"Scheiße! It is not fluffy! Try using a more awesome word like-"
"Whatever," I interrupted, rolling my eyes with a smile. "I shall call you Fluffy, and you shall be mine. You shall be my Fluffy."
I let out a squeak of surprise and stumbled backward, falling onto the floor as Prussia suddenly knelt upright, dropping the polish brush he had been holding and whipping around to face me. Grabbing my wrists and pinning them on either side of me, his crimson eyes bore into my own, dead-serious. However, I could see a glint of humor in them.
"It. Is. Not. FLUFFY," he growled, gritting his teeth.
I stared at him for a moment, shocked at his change in attitude, before smirking again.
"Whatever you say, Fluffy," I said, teasingly sticking my tongue out at him.