Hey guys! Uh, this I a super short pruhun Drabble thing. Is Drabble the correct term? I don't know these things OTL.
Anyway, this is from Prussia's POV and he's just being a creep watched Hungary get dressed. There really isn't much pervyness or KESESESESE THE AWESOME ME IS AWESOME FUCK YEAH BEER type stuff, because in my headcanon most (most) of that is for show, and he doesn't think in all caps with repeated use of the wor d awesome. Yep. Hope y'all like it.
She exits the shower, towel slacking off duty, water droplets sliding down pale skin into unseen crevices. Her eyes flicker to me, and away again, but not before exuding a lilting playfulness I have long loved.
Turning to the dresser, the towel slinks unto floor. Her soft skin an curves exposed, I let my eyes linger. She selects a shirt in which to sleep in, slipping arms into sleeves, buttoning up the front.
Her wet hair hits her back as it is untucked from yet another obtrusive towel. She's beautiful, and she is mine. Not in the literal sense, as I have yet to conquer Hungary. No, Elizabeta is mine, in an emotional, relationship way. She quickly finished dressing, and comes to the bed, olive eyes and pale mouth done up in a smirk. With a smirk of my own, "couldn't keep away from the awesome me long, huh?" is muttered. With a snort, she curls her body against mine, eyes closed, welcoming sleep. The bed creaks as I shift my weight so my arm is over her.
She is beautiful, and she is mine.
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