Mr. Hurricane, I'm Wide Awake, Lullaby, Good Life.
I'M BAAAAACK. Continuation/Sequel/Whatever to my Prumano "Black Cherry".
CAN'T RESIST THE HAPPY!MANO. NO I CANNOT.
Triple Threat
Berlitz
Lets just get something straight from the start, okay? Switzerland's little sister? Cutest. Thing. Ever. Prussia's not even ashamed to admit it, because it's true and there's no point trying to hide something as awesome as her unbearable cuteness. Prussia's little cousin is sweet and cute and precious and kind and-
"For fuck's sake, if you called me just to talk about goat-guy's sister then I'm hanging up." Aww, don't be like that...
"If I say she's not as cute as you will you forgive me?" He grins the words into the phone and hears the grump on the other end drawl back without even waiting:
"Hanging up now." Woah! Woah! Not so fast! "I'm not gonna just lay here and listen to you croon for another hour." Oh, he's in bed, is he?
Phone sex?
Prussia redials the Rome number after he's dropped, laughing to himself all the while and satisfied when Lovino answers again at the first ring. He doesn't even sound annoyed when he breathes down into the reciever.
"Are you done bullshitting?" Prussia never bullshits, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to talk dirty. For his boyfriend's peace of mind the platinum blonde just gets right to the good stuff:
"When was the last time you went skiing?" It takes a moment of silence for Lovino to actually hear his words, but there's the sound of him shuffling a little and Prussia can't help but let his mind wander to thoughts of his moody Italian boyfriend reclining alone under the blankets. He doesn't have to fret about the creepy naked-brothers-in-bed-together thing either, because North Italy is with West in Moscow for an Olympics Committee meeting for Russia. Prussia can entertain all the fantasies he wants before his three seconds of silence are up and Lovino reacts:
"You mean, like, on snow?" How else do you ski? "You know snow is cold, right?" Yeeessss, and? "Have you lost your fucking mind?"
"Oh come on! She's got this adorable little place near her border with Switzerland and-"
"EVERYTHING IN LICHTENSTEIN BORDERS ON SWITZERLAND." Not the point- "It's fucking cold up there! I barely even go climbing through my own mountains, why would I-?"
"Because three fucking weeks burning the shit out of my back on your stupid farm." He's been waiting months for the right time to play that card, and this is a fucking excellent time to do so. "So you're gonna return the favour and spend a week with me freezing your little Italian ass off in the Alps." Which, if Prussia's got this right, will probably result in a lot of Lovino being a bitch and refusing to get out of the warm bed, which works out just fine in his book because Prussia's quite fond of his naked Italian trying to sponge body heat off him.
They missed their chance in New York last month after America crashed their "boring" date in one of his restaurants, and West had Prussia running errands for pretty much the entire Berlin summit before that. Spending a week in the isolated mountains between Switzerland and Austria is exactly what they both deserve.
"Believe me, it's not going to be my ass hurting after this."
"Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle." Lovino's response can't be reproduced in print, but the phone call ends with a very sullen Italian demanding he verify what kind of accommodation Lichtenstien is giving them, and a happy Prussian telling his boyfriend not to pack too many clothes.
Lichtenstien really is the cutest and most obnoxiously adorable thing though, she's utterly disarming. When Prussia calls his little cousin the next day to say that yes, he is totally 100% going to enjoy that private 1880s chalet before it's demolished for a new resort development, he has absolutely no idea how much shit he's getting himself into.
The problem is that West is in Moscow.
I repeat: West is in Moscow.
Prussia's fucked as soon as he realizes that West's left him a message stating he's going to be in Moscow for a few days longer than expected. West isn't going to be back in Berlin until at least three days after Prussia wants to be in the Alps with his boyfriend.
Lovino is going to kill him, because Prussia's neighbours are dicks who don't want to be saddled with the responsibility of feeding and walking Berlitz, Blackie and Aster while both brothers are away. Now, given the fact that West's dogs are more than just normal dogs, much like the cute little chick that's been in Prussia's care for the last two hundred years or so, he could probably leave them and have the animals be just fine.
But he's not worried about the animals. He's worried about the house. Three immortal dogs left alone in a house is a very bad idea. Prussia would know: he's made that mistake before.
So he calls West and tries to work something out.
"Oh. In that case why don't you just take them with you?" What? No, West wait- "The mountain air will be good for them. Just don't forget to feed-" NO NO NO NO NO NO WEST WHY.
His little brother gives him permission to put the extra charges for the animals on his credit card. Prussia puts the transit fees, plus his plane ticket, plus Lovino's ticketand their rental car all on the card and goes to find the dog carriers.
He also starts practicing how he's going to explain this to his boyfriend. Maybe Lovino just thinks he doesn't like dogs?
Two days later it's all taken care of just the way West wants, which isn't how Prussia wants, but he's out of options because everyone else he might have dumped the animals on is happily freezing to death in Moscow. Even cute little Lichtenstien is in Moscow, and the keys to the chalet are waiting for him at the end of his flight at the same desk where he picks up the registration information for the rental car.
Well, he says car but he means SUV, because SUVs are more fun than cars. Besides, on snowy mountain roads Prussia would just rather not mess with puttering dinky things that can't take a little excitement.
Lovino doesn't putter and he isn't dinky, but when Prussia sees him after loitering around the airport for an hour waiting for his flight to land, his boyfriend is definitely not up for the excitement of a winter holiday.
He followed his advice: Lovino didn't pack a huge suitcase full of clothes. He steps out of the crowd in arrivals and he's wearing fucking all of them.
"No."
"Shut your mouth, it's cold."
"There is... absolutely no way. No." He looks ridiculous, why doesn't his boyfriend own a proper winter jacket? He's got fall jackets and spring jackets and he knows how to dress himself just fine for world meetings and stuff. Prussia knows his boyfriend knows how to look damn good. But he obviously has no idea how to dress himself for winter, because no.
He's wearing three coats. Prussia can see two different scarves, those look like ear-muffs, and- no, why isn't he wearing boots? It's been snowing in Berlin for the last two days, why are they in Switzerland and his boyfriend isn't wearing winter boots?
Bad Lovi, bad.
"You're going to freeze to death." They're still in the city, they're not leaving until his boyfriend is properly attired. Prussia's organized when he wants to be, logical when it suits him- where does everyone think West got it from? -but appearances are way too important to dismiss.
"Says the moron who wore a sweater and work-boots in fucking August!" And as they walk from the terminal to the rental lot to pick up their vehicle, his boyfriend looks like an idiot.
"Is that ours?" Yeah, it's a silver SUV, German-made because fuck-yeah and- why isn't Lovino walking? "You're shitting me." Uh oh…
Lovino's got a good glare. No, Lovino's got the best glare. Austria's pretty good at it and Hungary doesn't have to glare to send a spark of fear down Prussia's back, but Lovino has the very best 'I hate you so much you are never hearing the end of this' glare. Prussia kind of wants to clap his hands in admiration, but he's ever-so-slightly cautious of the fact that his boyfriend will flip his shit and cancel their vacation.
Actually that's an exaggeration. Lovino can be dramatic but Prussia's never seen him actually do something to hurt someone for a stupid reason. He has, however, heard plenty of second-hand accounts of his ability to piss and whine about something for days on end.
Three happy dogs wagging their tails and panting merrily in the back of the SUV seem like a worthy challenge.
"It's fine."
"It is not fine."
"They're tame."
"They're dogs." Prussia is going to kill West, but first he's going to dress his boyfriend.
"We're going shopping."
"I'm going to kill you." Prussia drives. He's hosting this time and Lovino's not controlling any vehicle that has three mutts trying desperately to jump on and sniff the Italian who must smell like the other Italian they already know. They don't even get out of the parking lot before Prussia has to get out and stuff the animals back in their carriers. Blackie, the Shepherd, and Aster, the Retriever, are fine. It's the Doberman who won't calm down and stop trying to snuff the back of Lovino's head.
Prussia's the only one who's allowed to tongue that neck thank-you-very-much, Berlitz.
"Who told you this would be a good idea!" Please stop. "Three damn mutts all week? Why didn't you say something! We could have done this next week for fuck's sake what's the god damn rush!" Lovi please?
Prussia gives him until they reach a stop-light to keep talking. It's right as the amber eye turns red that Prussia reaches across the space between him and his boyfriend and grabs him by one of the four popped collars circling his neck. They aren't the kissy-cuddly-touchy-feely type of couple, but if Lovino didn't want to kiss him then he wouldn't take that breath and twist just enough in his seat to make it work this well.
Shit, his boyfriend actually is cold under all those layers. Prussia can feel it just in the time it takes for the driver behind them to lean on his horn so they'll stop idling at a green light.
The drive is a lot calmer after that, because Prussia can't stop grinning and Lovino's trying to hide it but he knows that smug look is a good thing. It'd be nicer if Berlitz wouldn't whine like that, but the lithe black dog in the kennel doesn't get kisses when there's an Italian in the passenger seat.
"No Americans in Switzerland…" Lovino murmurs after a few more turns and the confusion of several round-abouts that don't seem to know where downtown is. The way he says it in that low, satisfied tone means he's just as happy to see him as Prussia is about kissing him again.
"No little brothers either." So no errand-running, no report-writing, no blame-games or "Romano whyyyyy?"s. Just Prussia and his boyfriend and the cold alpine air-
"Heeeeee-heheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…"
"Berlitz stop!"
And three big dogs.
I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS SO MUCH YOU DON'T KNOW.
But I don't know how long or what updates. Those of you who read Black Cherry had a treat where I kept that speed up for 8 straight days. I just needed RomCom, and it was just going to be smut but then dogs.
Oh my God Tumblr thinks I'm nuts.