A/N: so this might be just another one shot of a weird couple I suddenly don't understand why I ship now but dude, the perfect song for Prumano is P!nk – True Love. I own nothing, but enjoy all the things I don't own 3
He was staring at him again… One of Spain's friends, Potato bastard the second, Gilbert Bielde-what-ever-the-fuck. Romano didn't care right now, he was drunk and tired and Spain didn't show any desire to take him home just yet. He stuck his tongue out at the red eyed man and scrunched his face up, before turning to his self-proclaimed "boss" and head butting him in the back.
"Tonio" Romano paused to yawn into the back of his hand, "I'm tired, take me home."
"Oh!" Spain turned and looked at the Italian guiltily, "I was kinda planning on staying and having a few more drinks with France and everyone!"
Romano picked his head up from the back of the Spaniard and glanced around to see who was still here. His brother, the potato bastards, China, Russia, Seychelles, Belarus, Baltic bitches, Nordics, of course France too since it was his house… Too many to count them all, he decided. He fell onto his back dramatically, thinking of just passing out there when someone butted in in thick German accent.
"I could take Lovino home!" Potato two shouted putting his hand in the air, "I only had one beer, like two hours ago!"
"Would you?" Spain asked, giving the albino a grateful smile. Romano frowned, remembering the "talk" he and Spain had had about two months ago, and turned his head to face the Prussian. He stuck his tongue out at him again and got a smirk back.
"Ve~ You could stay at Germanys house!" Felicano's drunk bubbly voice came cutting through all the other voices in the living room, "We could have a sleep over~!"
He sat back up and glared at his brother, the wine in his blood making his head swim slightly. He put a hand to his head and frowned before nodding to his brother. There was no other way he was leaving soon other wise and he knew it. He couldn't drive now, even though he had been the one to drive here. He had gotten mixed up, he though bitterly, no Spain hadn't brought him, spain brought that stupid blonde bitch.
"Alright then," Potato one said after clearing his throat, "Prussia, take my car. I'll follow you in the Italy's Car."
"Awesome!" Gilbert cheered, catching the keys that were thrown at him. He stood quickly, walked over to where Romano sat looking up at him apathetically. He offered a hand to the smaller man on the ground which he took, standing a bit wobbly on his feet.
"You okay there Lovino?" Prussia asked letting his look of self-assurance slip for a moment, until the Itallian took a sloppy criss-crossed step right into him.
"Dammit." Lovino cursed under his breath, shooting a dirty glare at Spain. He blamed the tomato bastard for this. Him and his damn ideas.
"Come on Lovino, you're awesome, hold it together," Gilbert coaxed him gently while petting the brunette slumped against his chest, "Toni, how much has he had?"
"I didn't watch him tonight Gil, lo siento." Antonio answered shrugging. Gilbert couldn't help but pick up on the guilty looks he kept shooting at the Italian. He frowned and raised an eye brow at his friend who just shrugged and turned away.
"Lovino," Prussia snapped holding the man up and off him to look in his eyes, "I'm gonna carry you to West's car okay? Let me know if you're going to puke and don't do it on the awesome me."
"I can walk just fine!" Romano objected, trying to glare at the man holding him up and lightly punching him, "Don't man-handle me you bastard!"
"Humor me." Gilbert smirked, heaving the drunken Italian into his arms to carry him bridal style. The flush on his cheeks deepened and he shot a worried glance towards the back of Spain's head. He closed his eyes as the man carrying him began to make his way to the door.
"Keep your eyes open Lovi, I don't know how much you've had," Prussia grumbled as he fumbled with the door, "I don't know how close you are to puking."
"Whole bottles gone…" Lovino answered back, opening his eyes and hating how everything seemed to tilt, "don't call me Lovino… wait…"
"You're wasted Lovi!" The Prussian cackled as he kicked the door shut behind them, "Why'd Spain let you drink so much?"
"Fucking Spain…" Lovino cursed holding onto the Prussian blue fabric in front of his face. It smelled like cigarettes, wurst, sweat, potatoes, and safety to him, "Dumped me Gil. Said we should see less of each other and more of other people… Almost drank enough to forget."
He laughed bitterly before hiccupping in a totally manly way. Prussia frowned and rushed to his brother's car before setting the small Italian on top of the hood in a sitting position. He took the man's face in both hands and searched his eyes for something, what exactly he was looking for, he didn't know. Some sign that Romano was okay maybe? He knew there would be none but it still stung to see the tears well up in his old friend's eyes. Romano seemed intent on keeping his gaze on the ground but the tears still came, and he shut his eyes to try to make them stop.
"Hey! Hey.." Prussia cooed holding the broken nation close and stroking his hair carefully avoiding the strand that seemed to put the other nation on edge, "Want me to kick his ass, Roma?"
Lovino laughed at the old nickname, and the offer, "Would you?" he asked sweetly, "bring me Madrid please~."
Prussia laughed and picked up the sniffling man, "Come on, and get in the car you ass."
"Hey!" Romano protested at the insult as he was settled into the passenger seat with a smirk plastered across his drunk face that looked more like a sleepy grin, "I'm no ass! Now go get me Madrid!"
"No way! I'm not seizing any part of his vital regions," Prussia laughed before shutting the door and running around the car to slide into the driver seat, "Besides, I like drunk Roma and his ass!"
Lovino scoffed at him and thought about shoving him but settled for pushing the button for the radio and fiddling with the channel instead. The car had started to roll out of the driveway by the time he settled on a channel. Stopping for a few soft keys played on a piano.
"Say something I'm giving up on you…" He mumbled along with the opening. Gilbert flicked his eyes over to his passenger.
"I'll be the one if you want me to." The albino finished, hoping a sing along could help raise the others spirits. Not that he was trying to be nice or anything; it was just so unawesome to see such a cute guy sad.
"Anywhere I would have followed you. Say something I'm giving up on you!" Gilbert fell into the song, it was a nice song in his opinion. Even though Romano gave him a weird look when he started to sing, the Italian started to sing along too. Gilbert smiled contentedly while his deep voice and Romano's high pitched singing filled the car. He couldn't help but glance over at the man singing beside him. He was beautiful when he put his all into a song.
Romano poured all his anger, hurt, and sorrow into singing along to the stupid song on the radio. He was in tears again but he couldn't help it as they fell slowly into his lap while he shuddered and sang out all the pieces of his broken heart. Each one tore out its own path but it was like tearing out chunks of glass, yeah it hurt but just taking them out helped it to feel a little better. He knew he'd heal with time, even though it didn't feel like it. They were never really official anyway; neither had said anything but they acting like a normal couple would. They kissed, they hugged, they shared their beds with each other from time to time, hell, Romano had given him everything… everything.
"I gave him everything Gil…" Romano said after the song ended and there was a moment of silence for him to break, "Fuck."
Gilbert took one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently pulled one of Romano's hands off his face and held it in his own, "I know."
His eyes didn't leave the road now. Spain had been unable to control his giddiness after he finally bedded his precious Lovino. He had come to his best friends to tell someone, to brag Prussia had thought at the time. Gilbert wanted to punch him then and he felt the urge throbbing in the back of his head again. Of course he was jealous! Romano was awesome! Spain was almost awesome, but no way was he awesome enough to have Romano so upset over him. Of course Romano had come to talk to Prussia before about troubles with Spain and he had been the most supporting friend he could be and still be honest. What he really wanted to tell him was to leave the Spanish bastard and be with him instead, that he would be so much better to him, but that would hurt Roma, and he didn't want that.
"Life would suck without you Gil." Lovino giggled and squeezed Gilbert's hand.
"I Know!" Gilbert grinned and wove his fingers in with Romano's, "Who else would awesomely complement your topography like I do!"
"Shut up asshole." Lovino sighed, looking at his face in the side mirror. He made a face and wiped away the salt water clinging to his cheeks, his flush stayed though. He knew he was drunk and stupid right now, but Prussia was still trying to help. His attention was drawn to their hands and he impulsively used his free hand to trace all the lines he could find on the pale hand that didn't belong to him. He felt content in the clean smelling car that jostled him in a comforting way while his potato bastard friend held his hand. He never noticed all the lines and little scars on the Prussians hands before. Then again he never really looked closely at them unless they were over his eyes, and then he would be yelling and shoving the albino away.
"I wanna watch a movie, Gilbert." Lovino whined, tracing nonsense on said man's hand now, "One with snow!"
"uh… I have Frozen," Gilbert answered trying not to focus on the hands toying with his own, "If you want to watch it with me."
"Yeah! Snow!" Lovino cheered throwing both his hands up in the air half-heartedly, his mind zipping to another topic as he tried not to think too hard, "Where's Gilbird?"
"I didn't think anyone would notice if I didn't bring him to drink," Gilbert answered honestly, "I made him stay home so he wouldn't get in trouble."
Lovino stared at him quizzically before sitting up straight as he could and peeking at the top of Gilbert's head. He ran a hand through Gilbert's hair to double check that the man hadn't hidden the small bird in his hair again. Oh that was soft! He did it again, registering through the fog in his head that he was being weird but deciding tonight he didn't have to give a fuck. It was Gilbert anyway; Gilbert almost always let him have his way, ever since they were young.
"Hey! I'm driving!" Gilbert scolded him using one hand to press the other back into his seat, "you can fuck with my hair when I'm not driving, alright Lovino?"
"Oh I'm gonna." Lovino tried to sound threatening and glared out his window, "Then I'm gonna find that bird, Oh I am gonna find his cute lil yellow ass!"
Gilbert burst into a fit of laughter, "You are too cute, you know that?" he ruffled Romano's hair before turning sharply, "My house! Get ready to find Gilbird!"
Romano screamed as gravel chunks flew and the tires squealed, "You're gonna kill us ass hole!"
"Kesesesese~! My driving is awesome!" Gilbert insisted as they came to a stop in the empty driveway, it looked like they were home alone for now.
Gilbert shoved the keys into his pocket and exited the car swiftly, once again jogging around the front to open Lovino's door. This time Lovino didn't protest, he decided to comply and try to be agreeable for a while. Gilbert was surprised when instead of yelling at him Lovino just looked up at him with arms held up and out towards him. This guy was going to kill him if he kept being so damn cute. Gilbert smirked and picked up the smaller man the same as before. He could feel his face heat up when he felt Lovino bury his face in his shirt and take a deep breath in before sighing happily. Gilbert fumbled with the keys as he tried to get the door opened when he felt something warm and wet press against his neck and send electricity running all through his body. Somehow that was the moment he found the key hole and managed to get it open.
"Roma, what are you doing." He asked slowly as the feeling moved higher, he was frozen, the door creaking open slowly now that it's lock was undone. He felt a smile against his neck and a burst of air from Romanos laugh.
"Invading East Germany's personal space." Gilbert recognized the taunt and growled at the man in his arms. He stalked into the house kicking the door closed behind him, tossing the keys on the floor. Romano grunted when he found himself pushed against the hard wall with Prussia's hands holding him up off the ground by his hips.
"I am Prussia, the Kingdom of Prussia," He whispered in almost a hiss, his forehead pressed against the Italian's, "And I don't fuck around Lovino."
Hazel and Red met and Romano could feel those eyes pleading with him, Prussia seemed to be almost in pain. Prussia could see into Romano's eyes as well, the feelings he was hiding, pain, guilt, fear, regret and something else. He had a look in his eyes Prussia had only glimpsed from afar a few times.
"I know," Lovino sighed wrapping his legs around Prussia's waist and burying his hands in that soft white hair, "I just… I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry Gil… I just-"
Whatever he was going to say died in his throat as he felt a soft pair of lips press gently against his own. He closed his eyes and let it happen, the feeling of Gilbert kissing him slowly, carefully, washed over him as his smell engulfed him and invaded his senses. When gilbert pulled back he found himself chasing him, kissing the Prussian back just as softly. When they finally pulled apart, Lovino was afraid to open his eyes. If he did, he would have to face Prussia and the reality of everything that was happening so fast!
"Hey," Gilbert spoke up, getting Lovino to open his eyes slowly, "can we… maybe… just for tonight, pretend that you were mine?"
Gilbert's blush almost matched his eyes as he met the gaze of his old friend. He had hidden his feelings for so long behind jokes, and crude insults, but he couldn't do it right now. He had passed his limits and he should have been able to keep it together, but those lips on his skin… Lovino drove him so crazy, he knew he was in love but he never wanted to risk the heartbreak with his Roma. No, until now he could always have the fantasy, the hope that someone could want him back just as much as he wanted the man in his arms.
Lovino blushed deep red and fidgeted, his body still pressed against a man he had always regarded as a friend, albeit an annoying potato bastard but still, they were friends and he cared about him. He cared.
"Fine." Lovino answered tensing his whole body around Gilbert's, "now let me down potato bastard."
Gilbert grinned and spun them around, holding him up higher than before, "Never."
Lovino was not so happy with being spun around, he gripped onto Gilberts head and screamed obscenities until the albino put him back on solid ground. He stood their blushing at his shoes while gilbert grinned at him like he had finally lost his damn marbles. He finally stopped and reached for Lovino's hand, pulling him further into the house.
"Let's find Gilbird!" Gilbert cheered, lacing his fingers with Romano's. Romano let himself smile a bit to himself as the Prussian nearly skipped into the living room of the house. They only got that far before Gilbird found them and started circling Lovino's head, peeping happily upon seeing the brunette.
"Gilbird!" Lovino yelled happily as he held out his hands for the little bird to land in. Gilbird plopped into them and peeped up at him once more. He smiled and cooed at the ball of feathers before burying his nose into them and inhaling the dusty smell of his favorite bird. He almost didn't notice the flash from Gilberts cell phone camera. Almost.
"Delete it!" He screeched, making the bird in his hands flee and land back in it's owners hair.
"No way!" Gibert cackled showing the picture to it's now enraged subject, "Look at all that cute! I need this!"
"I'll kill you!" Romano roared jumping on the other man, forcing him onto the ground and wrestling him for the phone.
Gilbert held it up above his head where his bird retrieved it and carried it off to Gilbert's lair in the basement.
"Come back!" Romano demanded, but the bird ignored him.
Lovino tried to get up but found himself pinned against the Prussian with his arms around the Italian's waste. Gilbert laughed up at him and grinned victoriously, it was apparently infectious, because Lovino found himself smiling back and laughing himself, Leaning down and plopping his head on the others chest he was breathing in that wonderful smell again.
"You smell good." He mumbled. He felt a hand come up and bury itself in his hair he pulled his head up to question the action, but couldn't get the words out. He was pulled down until he was a breath away from kissing Prussia again. Those burning red eyes half lidded and flicking back and forth between his own hazel orbs and his lips. He could feel Prussia's warm breath against his lips and he waited for what felt like eternity for him to close the gap, but he never did.
"What're you waiting for?" He breathed against pale lips the movement making them brush against him in a torturously light way.
"You." Prussia answered, obviously wanting nothing more than to kiss the Italian into oblivion but using what restraint he had left to make sure he wasn't going to hurt the man he cared so much about, "I want you, all the time, but I want you to want me back too."
Lovino blushed and quickly kissed the man below him, sparks igniting deep in his chest and stomach. He had to pull away for fear he'd be burned.
"I want you," Lovino confessed, resisting the urge to bury his face in his chest, "so much it hurts to be this way, maybe too much. I don't know this feeling, like a fire. I don't understand it at all. You smell like, cigarettes, beer, sausage, potatoes, and well… Gilbert, but it feels like safety and home to me. You're an asshole and I hate everything you say sometimes, you push my buttons so much I wanna wrap my hands around your neck and- and kiss you until shut the fuck up!"
Romano felt gravity reverse on him and he found himself on his back staring up into passion filled red eyes, "Shut up Roma." Gilbert said before kissing Romano hard.
Romano's eyes went wide before fluttering shut as he kissed back, moaning unintentionally as he felt a tongue flick against his lips. He swore he was really on fire as he opened his mouth for the intruding appendage. He whined against Prussia, desperately grasping at the other man where ever he could reach. Gilbert growled out a half moan as he grabbed the brunette's hands in his own, pinning them on either side of his head and lacing his fingers in with Lovino's. Lovino squirmed under Prussia's grip as he continued to kiss him, finally they broke for air, and Lovino panted, gulping in as much cool air as he could. Prussia squeezed his hands kissing him on the cheek
"God Lovino," He murmured making his way across his face down to his neck, "you're so perfect."
Lovino sucked in a sharp breath as he felt those soft lips blaze a firey trail down his throat to the junction of his shoulder and neck. Gilbert licked his lips before lightly sucking the spot making Lovino struggle against his hands and gasp out his name. Gilbert smirked, sucking a bit harder, earning him a keening sort of moan. He stopped for a moment to whisper against the soft, wet skin.
"I want to hear you say my name liebe" Gilbert asked, lost in the way it had sounded falling from his loves kiss swollen, panting lips.
"Gil…" Romano said hesitantly before he felt teeth graze against that wonderful spot Gilbert was at, "Gilbert!"
Gilbert couldn't help but groan as he heard his name moaned out in pleasure, he bit down on the spot and ran his hand through the Italian's hair, accidentally brushing that curl. It was too much for Lovino as he wound his now free hand in Gilbert's hair.
"Gilbert! Ahh! Haa! Please!" He screamed out and ground his hips up against the albino who took a moment to snap out of his stupor, drunk on the sounds Lovino made he had to stop himself and he used a shaking hand to push Lovino's hips down as he slowly came up from his neck to look him in the eye as he cupped his face in his other hand.
"No." Gilbert said, his voice shaking with the effort it took to not give in to the man below him, "Not this way."
Gilbert stood and pulled Lovino up with him, settling the two on the couch with Romano in Gilbert's lap. Lovino panted and shook as he pulled himself back together, watching the TV as Gilbert set it up to play frozen. When Lovino could finally think straight again the movie had just started.
"Gil." He said carefully as he rubbed the strong arms wrapped around his waist, "Do you love me?"
"Yeah." Gilbert answered tiredly, before nuzzling into Lovino's shoulder, "only a lot, though."
"I like you." Lovino said, playing with those scared pale hands, "But I want to know how to love you. I wish I had from the start."
"Liar." Gilbert chuckled tugging on the fabric of Lovino's shirt, "Prove it."
"I'm not good at feelings, you know that Gil." Lovino frowned, thinking over how he'd fallen for the first guy to accept him over his brother without feeling much of anything compared to now.
"Date me." Gilbert demanded, lifting the other a little as he folded his legs around him, "Be mine for more than tonight."
"And if I'm too damaged?" Lovino asked indulging himself in the cuddling, "If I don't know how to actually love someone right? If Spain tries to get me back?"
"I'll go kick Spain's ass and then come back and show you how to love someone right," Gilbert answered kissing him on the cheek, "I'll show you how to love someone so much you'd do anything to make them happy, even if it means pretending you don't love them as more than a friend. I'll show you how to see how perfect someone is even if he doesn't see it himself. I'll show you how to be as awesome as the awesome me!"
Lovino laughed and cuddled into his new boyfriend, knowing in the morning things would be hard again, but no matter what, they had tonight and tonight was good.
