A/N: This is some PrussiaXHungary drabbles. How many? As much as I can crank out before my brain dies!
What's in a name?
Prussia loved it when she said his name. Not Prussia, not Gilbert.
"Ooh! PREUßEN!" She would cry out. It would roll off of her tongue, much like a song. Sometimes she would say it in her sleep.
"Preußen…Prueßen…" She would moan in her sleep.
Even when he picked her up from the airport from nation meetings that he wasn't invited to, she would greet him with his real name, a low, sultry whisper in the thick of embracing people.
"Hello…Preußen~"
Yes, Prussia really, really, really loved it when she said his name.