"Oh shit!" The Prussian caught his breath, pursing his lips as South Italy fell into the lake, breaking the thin ice.
"You f-fucking potato b-b-bastard! Get me o-out of here!" Romano cursed as his head appeared above the water, where bubbles were still settling. In response, Prussia grabbed the boy's arms and heaved him out of the water.
"Fuck you, I f-feel like a d-d-damn popsicle."
"Jou LOOK like a damn popsicle." Gilbert snickered, taking his coat off and wrapping it around the smaller country.
"Shut up, you potato bastard."
As they arrived at their hotel- they were currently staying in America with friends- Germany glanced up in a greeting, then froze.
"Vhat happened to-"
"Kessesese, he fell in a-"
"You're d-damn brother p-pushed me into the lake."
"..." was Ludwig's response.
"Let go of me, I'm getting n-new fucking clothes on." Lovino stuttered, while Prussia went to grab a blanket.
"I'll vant zhat jacket back." he called.
"Suck it." came the muffled reply. A few minutes later, he came out to see Prussia with a hair dryer. "What the fuck are you-"
"Sit down and find out, jou little tverp."
Hesitantly, Romano did as he was told, and a blanket fell loosely around his shoulders. Prussia picked up a brush and started blowing the other country's hair, using the warm setting.
He was almost done when he found Romano's hair curl. He turned off the dryer, examining it. Prussia glanced down to see Romano asleep with his head in his hand.
The Prussian kept a rather blank face, turning the blow dryer on and watching the hair curl. He turned it off again and watched the curl bounce a few timed before slowing. Turning it back on, the curl, again, blowing in the air current. The Germanic country found the swirl oddly intriguing.
This pattern went on for a while, Prussia too absorbed to notice South Italy waking up. The Italian sat for a few more minutes as Gilbert played with his hair before speaking, distracting Prussia as he set down the the dryer and was about to grab the hair.
"...What the hell are you doing?" It sounded like more of a degrading statement than a question, and it surprised Prussia so far as to make him yelp, his hand retracting and closing in on the strand of brunette hair.
"CH-CHIGI!" the flustered Italian's face turned scarlet, and he scrambled away from a very shocked, yet still amused, Prussia.
The albino exploded into laughter. "Vhat sheh hell vas zat?! Jou should have seen jour face!"
Yo. Author here. Hope you liked my first fanfic! This might turn into a ton of little RomanoxCharacter interaction/fluffy ficlets \o/