[Author's note] This was based off an rp I did with myself [like a boss] one night in a Hetalia rp chatroom. PWP.

Just to clarify, ja, Gilbert is loving up on his reflection. ;D

I do not own Hetalia or Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt. I can only wish.

A bored, sleepy albino crawled out of his bed, walking down the hall to the bathroom, rubbing sleep from his eyes with one thing in mind.

He sat on the bathroom counter to gaze into the eyes of his lover's perfect face, frowning slightly at the dark circles under his eyes. His voice was naught but a low murmur in the chilly room, the only people able to hear him and the man staring back; 'Mein Lieben, you need rest… Why do you look so tired~?"

He brushed his fingers over his sweet's cool cheek, other hand slipping lower to undo button and zipper on his khaki shorts. "You are still looking sexy as ever, though, you know~"

He pulled his special friend's cock out of his shorts, the other man simultaneously stroking him. "Mm, Liebe, your hands have gotten much softer than the last time we met…"

He bit down slightly on his lip as he slowly traced over the other silverette's smooth skin and sharp cheekbones, imprinting the image of perfection in his mind forever, his breathing naught but a long string of soft mewls and erratic, quiet pants.

He gasped as his lover brushed his thumb over the tip of his weeping manhood, spreading the pre-cum on his smooth skin. The albino bucked into his touch, eyes slipping partially shut, staying open just a crack to stare at the identical red eyes staring back through his long lashes.

"A- ahh, Gilbert! Hnn- nng… m- more, ja~!" He used the hand not pleasing his lover to scrape light red lines down his pale chest, watching his lover wince slightly at the bittersweet mix of pleasure and pain. His hand sped up on his manhood, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

He kept scraping down his chest, his nails sharp and fingers tightening around the firm flesh wrapped between them. His cheeks flushed, a light sheen of sweat glinted on his nearly nude body. His voice was rough, warm heat pooling in his tummy; "G- Gilbert... m- more~! A- ah, yes, I- I'm so close...~"

After only a few more firm strokes he suddenly gasped and nearly fell off the counter, white spots blinding his vision, hot pleasure running through his body. He let out a long slew of German obscenities as his seed spilled into his lover's hand and down onto the counter, all coherent thought escaping him.

Panting heavily he leaned against the wall, going mostly limp as he glanced back over at the sweaty, blushing, pleased face of the man looking back at him. He smiled, gently caressing his cool skin. "Mein Gott, Gilbert… you're so perfect…~"

The Prussian eventually caught his breath, leaning forward to press his lips to the other's pale pink petals and giving him a long, loving kiss. He slowly pulled back, getting back down onto his shaky legs and pulling his shorts all the way up.

He glanced back at the counter, letting out a soft sigh. Quick as he could he had the marble tile as well as his hand cleaned and he blew his lover a kiss, walking out of the room and down the hall. He curled back up beside his stuffed bird as if nothing had happened at all.