A/N: A short drabble dedicated to that awesome Prussian and Hungary. I kinda got this idea while watching that one of Hetalia where Prussia tries to wrap Hungary's wound with his crotch cloth. Nothing but fluff is located within that next few lines. Well hope you enjoy!

Dislaimer: I wished I owned Hetalia but I don't sadly.


Her military clad body fit in sync with his like the final piece to a jigsaw puzzle.

Her lips touched his, her tongue licked them asking entrance into his mouth.

He replied by opening his mouth, as it entered they both began to fight for dominance.

Could he really let his awesome self be dominated in a kiss by this woman, by this nation whom he had known for centuries.

Hungary won the battle, not only did she dominate the kiss, she began to dominate the both of their bodies.

She shoved Prussia against the wall; her hands went underneath his shirt and toyed with his perk nipples.

A groan escaped Prussia's throat.

He was letting her take full control and for once Gilbert didn't mind it.

Especially with a woman such as Hungary.