Spick and Span
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Ivan noticed it sometime after the man came to live in his house. Gilbert was a loud, often annoying housemate(though sweet in bed), but there was one thing that always bewildered him. Out of all of the things he did wrong, there was that one thing that he could never find any complaints with.
How clean he kept his living space.
For as noisy and obnoxious as the man could be, Russia could never fault him for his cleanly habits. He scrubbed floors, got the grout clean, and plated food perfectly when he was assigned to dinner duty. He had to fold his things before he did anything else, when he was in swimming trunks; the items he wore to the beach were always nicely folded and stacked.
It was his one truly bizarre habit.
And Ivan was sure to figure out how to mess with him, his lover about it.
It started simple. He would go over to his stack of laundry, and make it tilt before he left it again. Gilbert walked over to it, and tilted his head like a dog. "What?" He was confused, and quickly restacked it to ensure it was standing straight up, before he took it back to his bedroom.
So he wasn't imagining it. The brothers were alike then- Prussia needed cleanliness just as much as Germany had. Perfect.
Over the next couple days, he did things to mess with him. He changed how far apart sheets were on the line to dry-which he had noticed were each perfectly two inches apart, and now were unordered and messy. That made Gilbert twitch and huff. Then he decided to mess up the dinner plates, hiding the tools to plate them as nicely as he usually did, and this caused Gilbert to grumble, unsettled. When he felt really bold, he went into his bedroom, and made it look like Gilbert forgot to make his bed. And this was what made Gilbert scream.
"Someone has been messing with my things in my room and it's driving me up the wall!" His German accent was accentuated when he was angry. How wonderful.
"I believe that this is my house, yes." And Gilbert looked ready to burst a vein.
"It is my room! You have no right-" But he was cut off as Russia covered his mouth.
"I have every right. This is my house. And you are so funny to mess with, little rabbit." He teased, before he pinched his cheek. Gilbert was fuming, face bright red as he was flush with anger and embarrassment.
"Don't call me that! It was you who has been messing with my things. Give me my tools back, and my ruler too!" His Russian was starting to falter now. How wonderful to see him so furious about something so trivial.
"Why should I?" And Gilbert just looked more upset.
"B-Because they are mine!"
"But you're living in my house are you not? And here, we do not have such petty ideas like one person owning such nice things. They belong to everyone Gilbert." And Ivan had gotten him to his end, looking totally flustered but utterly speechless.
He mumbled something, grumbling.
"What was that?" Ivan asked, expecting an explanation.
"I need them." He said, finally. "It bugs me when things aren't spick and span. I need them totally clean and perfect. Or it just gets to me."
"Was that really so hard to explain, bunny?" He asked, going to get his things. "And if you need everything perfect, why are we together, after all? We are a very messy couple."
"Not everything can be perfect, Ivan." He smiled, and yanked his things away. "Not with people. They are perfect the way they are, even as imperfect as they are. Same applies to this relationship." He got on tip- toes, to grudgingly kiss his cheek. "Sometimes, things are perfectly imperfect. And I consider us to be one of those things."
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A/N: I never said I only shipped Pruhun.