This is going to be a collection of Prustria oneshots because I don't feel like creating a new title each time and a new description and all that. So here's two, grouped together as one because they're both really short. (A 0-0-0 separates the two)
Gilbert Beilschmidt struggled to keep his balance. He was precariously positioned on top of a stack of trash cans from surrounding houses, starting to wobble.
/Just another minute before he's done.../ he thought. Inside, on the first floor, Roderich was practicing his piano. Gilbert shifted his attention around the room he was looking into from just outside. There was a large bed, a magnificently carved wooden seat, an equally stunning desk... Yet this was not what Prussia had come to see.
Just then, the classy music ceased. There was a shuffle of papers as Austria put away his music. His footsteps up the stairs were audible from Gilbert's perch.
Prussia could not help a laugh from escaping his lips. "Kesesesese..."
Roderich paused, faintly hearing this, but when 15 seconds passed with no more noise from outside, he decided he had heard wrong.
The door creaked open, and Roderich made a mental note to oil it the next day, or get Italy to oil it for him. He walked in and shut the door behind him. He opened a drawer on his wardrobe to pull out bedclothes and heard another faint laugh. He shook it off and plopped the nightshirt and shorts on his perfectly tucked in covers of his bed. He started to undress. When his shirt was off, he noticed a sudden splash of color on his window- Blood?
He rushed curiously to his curtained window. There was a small gap in them where he saw the blood. He pulled the curtains aside quickly and found the owner of the gore- Gilbert was in the middle of wiping his nose with the curtains. He quickly let go of them as their owner yanked them away. There was a blood stain on the curtains, apparent, even though it was night.
Roderich let out a high-pitched scream and grabbed the nearest smacking item- A book on his desk, hardcover. He opened the window and, grasping with both hands, swung the book down on Gilbert's head. Just before the first hit, Gilbird took flight, away from harm's way. After a few attempts at speaking, each time being hit again and biting his tongue instead, Prussia lost his balance. The silver cans toppled over, and he fell down to the ground. Only then could he manage to speak.
"Nhhh... You know you want me." This resulted in him being hot with Austria's shoe. Gilbert finally gave up and started to crawl his way home.
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Gilbert and Roderich sat opposite each other, waiting for Ludwig to come back. Roderich got bored and decided to see what would happen. He started with the name of his companion.
"Gilbert…" Austria said.
"Roderich…" Prussia mirrored back.
"Is…" Austria continued, seeing if Gil would follow.
"Is…"
"Awesome." Austria said, thinking Gilbert would say a compliment back.
"DUMB." Prussia laughed and ran to the bathroom, escaping the somewhat angered Austrian.
Whee! These have been sitting around in my head FOREVER. The first one I saved as a document over a month ago and the second was inspired by my brother and sister.
Actually, it was suggested by my sister, too. I LOVE YOU, MADDIE!
Her account = flyingsaucerscout