Angry
„Prussia, please..."
„No, just no."
Prussia was angry about her since three days. She offended him – well they did that to each other all the time but what she said was too harsh and seemed to have seriously hurt him. She already apologized a hundred times but he stayed hard and didn't forgive her.
"What can I do to make you forgive me?", she crouched in front of the sofa he sat on.
"If I told you that, you would only hit me.", he gave her a dirty grin.
"I'd already like to hit you right now…"
"You want forgiveness, don't you?", he folded his hands.
"I can't stand having open bills."
"I could tell you a way to –"
"No, just no.", she shrieked.
"Ok…", he leaned back.
Three hours later he didn't forgive her still. She made food and they ate but he didn't say anything. When she washed the dishes and he walked to the fridge to take some cool beer, she whispered: "Is there also a not pervy thing I could do to make you forgive me?"
He took a sip of his beer: "Depends on what means 'pervy' for you.", he smiled and leaned back on the fridge. She blushed and looked down to her dishes. The soap bubbles refracted the light in rainbow colors. When she looked up again, he stood right in front of her.
How cute she was, when she blushed. And how cute it was, that she wanted to hide it.
"I want a kiss." Her eyes widened.
"Um… cheek?"
"No, um… mouth."
"Forehead?"
"Um…"
"Nose?"
"Are you kidding me!?"
"Are you kidding me!?"
"I was really sad after you said that, I mean I already knew you hated me but –"
"Fine ~!"
"Fine?"
"Yeah…", she broke the distance between them, avoided looking him in the eye and pressed a peck on his lips. Then she looked on the floor. She missed, that he blushed a little.
"Happy now?"
"Umm… yeah…"
"Tell me: What was the thing that hurt you so much of all the things I said?"
"Um… Actually… I forgot."
"GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT, I'M GOING TO –"