Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.
Andres gently traced the curved blade of his knife for the billionth time, huffing indignantly to himself. He had been left to his own devices for most of the morning, since his boyfriend, Oliver had decided to host one of his tea parties that afternoon, and thus had been in the kitchen whipping up sweet treats all morning.
Needless to say, Andres was getting super bored...as well as desperately hungry for Oliver's attention. How fucking dare Oliver leave him all by himself, without a single damn thing to keep him occupied, besides another annoying phone call from Flavio-that damn blonde fashion freak always rubbed him the wrong way—and shitty daytime T.V. It wasn't like there was anywhere he really wanted to go right now, either.
He couldn't take being this bored any longer...He was going to get Oliver's attention, one way or another!
"Oliver!" he yelled, storming into the kitchen.
The pink-clad man looked up from the bowl of buttercream he was whisking, his head sharply turning to face his lover. "Andres, poppet, whatever's the matter?" he trilled in concern.
Andres snorted, and gave his boyfriend a heavy glare. "You've left me alone all morning, that's what!" he spat, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I'm ever so sorry, my love, but you know how rude it would be for me to host a tea party and not have any sweets for my guests," Oliver told him, before he took a quick taste of his buttercream. "Hmm...I think it needs a touch of blood!" he decided, as he reached for a suspicious-looking bottle.
Why do I love this fruitcake? Andres muttered under his breath, as he leant against the countertop, unaware that he was dangerously close to his boyfriend's yet-to-be-iced cupcakes...
"Just let me finish up here, and then I'll be able to spend some time with you, alright, dear?" Oliver trilled, picking up the buttercream bowl. Too bad he happened to trip on his way over to the cupcakes, sending his rather runny buttercream flying...and it landed it Andres' shirt.
"WHAT THE FUCK, OLIVER?!" Andres yelled, feeling his blood boil with rage.
Oliver quickly got back up, and found some paper towels for his lover. "Oh, goodness me! Andres, I'm so sorry poppet, let me clean that up for you!" he insisted, gently wiping the worst of it off.
If it was anyone else, Andres would've gotten his knife out and shanked them by now. But he could never do that to Oliver, regardless of whether or not he was an annoying, prissy pansy. As much as he hated to admit it, Andres could never hurt the man he loved.
Once Oliver had thoroughly wiped his lover's shirt off, he gently scooped Andres up into his arms. "How about I spend a little time with you to make up for this?" he offered, stroking his lover's ponytail.
There wasn't really any way Andres could refuse Oliver's attention now. Well, he had been wanting it all morning. "Yeah, ok," he agreed dryly.
As Oliver took him up to their bedroom, Andres buried his nose in Oliver's pink sweater-vest, enjoying the sweet smell of vanilla that came from it. His boyfriend was a prissy pansy and a fruitcake...But Andres knew Oliver cared for him deeply, so that didn't matter.
And there's my first 2p! SpUK fic! I hope I got their personalities right...Anyways, I'll see you whenever I've got the time to write again! Bye!
Kitty x