A note from ME! Hey guys, here's another one-shot, which I actually wrote for someone on Deviant art. Enjoy!
Prussia grinned as he looked around the world conference, feeling elated; he'd never been to one before, since they were held after he was dissolved as a country, but Germany had finally agreed to him going to just one. Of course, France, and Spain vouching for him probably helped.
Prussia slipped away from France's and Spain's discussion on which Italy brother was cuter – everyone knew North Italy was way cuter – as he spotted his prey; the very reason he'd wanted to come to the world conference. He intercepted England as he was talking to America.
"Yo." The albino greeted as he slung his arm around England's shoulder, nodding to America.
"Did you know Russia's coming onto Canada over there?" He asked, pointing in a random direction. Suddenly America grew serious, marching away to 'protect his brother's democracy'. Prussia grinned, turning his attention to England.
"Hey. Wanna go out?" He asked, poking England's cheek. England blushed.
"Wha- No! Why would I-" He blushed darkly as Prussia used his arm to squeeze England's shoulders.
"Well, I'm awesome, and you're kinda cute, and I figured, since you seem to hate hanging out with the other countries, and they're not nearly awesome enough for me, you wouldn't mind going on a date with me. Well, Italy is awesome enough, but West would get grumpy if I went on a date with him. And France and Spain are almost as awesome, but you know, we're all tops, so going out with either of them would be weird, and-"
"Excuse me?" England interrupted. "You think I'M a bottom?" Prussia blinked at him.
"Of course." He stated. "Compared to me, at least. I mean, there's the height difference…"
"That doesn't mean anything." England snapped, subconsciously straightening in an effort to seem taller. It was a little bit of a sore point for him.
"And I'm older then you. And I obviously have more experience."
England flushed again. "Ho- How would you know?" He muttered, looking away. Prussia smirked.
"Because when it comes to sex, France knows everything that's going on." England scowled. That perverted idiot…
Prussia shrugged.
"Ah, we can waste time talking about this later." He said. "Anyway, do you want to go out with me?" He leaned in to England, and the ex-pirate suddenly became extremely conscious of the stares the two were receiving from the other countries, especially since they were meant to be starting the conference by now…
"Fine." He muttered, looking away. "One date." Prussia grinned, unwrapping his arm from England's shoulders.
"That's great! I'll pick you up tomorrow at five!" He called, walking away. England stared after him, face still flushed, as Prussia left the room, heedless of the conference. Something occurred to him as the door started to close, and he ran to catch it, shouting down the hall.
"Prussia!"
The ex-country turned.
"Why me?" England called. Prussia grinned.
"Didn't I already tell you? It's because you're cute!" Turning, he walked away as England's blush deepened to an extraordinary shade.