[ Disclaimer ] I don't own Hetalia or the characters, they all belong to Hima-Papa

[ Pairing ] Denmark x Prussia / DenPru / Drunken Awesomeness – Whatever you call it

[A/N] My first story~ English isn't my native tongue so if there are any mistakes in spell or grammar feel free to tell me. Thanks to everyone who read this, I hope you enjoy it.

Nearly perfect

Prussia knew Denmark – they went out drinking together so often. He knew that his ego was almost as big as his own. He knew how Denmark prefered to drink his beer. He knew that Denmark chilled on saturdays, but worked through the night after that. He knew that Den's favourite song changed almost every single day. He knew that Den snorted every time he brought beer from germany over, but that he secretly loved it. And he knew – and that was the most important thing about Denmark – that he trusted him with his whole and entire life. And that was also the thing that made Prussia falling in love with this fool of a man.

See, Prussia was lonely his entire life. He was a nation, a great empire. There was no time for friends or love or even for family. He was to busy for such crap. But then... you know. The year 1947 came. And there he was. Neither a nation nor in company. Sure, he had his little brother, but Ludwig was busy himself. He was still lonely, his heart was still cold as ice.

And then there was Denmark with an foolish grin, mischievous sparkles in his eyes and a "Do you want a beer?" on his lips. How could he not loose his head for that stupid stupid idiot.

And there he was. Cuddled up to Denmark, sweet nothings wispered in his ears and strong arms wrapped around his barenaked body. This wasn't the first time. No way! But every time Prussia felt like something... something special, because Denmark treated him so and he was so thankful. Of course he wouldn't say something foolish like that. It was cheesy and downright silly, but yeah, this lightly kisses on his nose and forehead, h-he really enjoyed them. He enjoyed that someone cared about him, that someone noticed his good sides, his well hidden sides, his weakest sides.

Oh and Denmark was ever so gently – sweet kisses and touches, corny compliments, dinners at fancy restaurants and even petnames. Treaten like that was wonderful, almost perfect. Denmark was perfe-

"Gilb'rt?", Denmark mumured in a sleepy voice. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled as skyblue met wide awake red ones. Prussia was never tired after making love – yes, Denmark and he had'nt sex, they made love – especially since he was with Den. "Aren't you tired?"

Prussia closed his eyes. "I don't want to waste my time with you", he answered, mumbling into Denmark's chest. He was shaked from Dens laughs, rolling down his body. He felt a gently hand, spreading a strand of hair behind his ear.

"You don't have to be afraid", Denmark whispered and planted a oh so sweet kiss on Prussias cheek. "I'm not going so soon." He laughed harder, but was interrupted by a not so weak punch in his stomach.

"Sucker", Prussia cursed, while Denmark gasped and panted for air, because even after this attack he had to laugh. Prussia punched him more times, while throwing insults on him.

"Ow ow, Gilly, come on", Denmark whined after a plenty of hits and curses.

Prussia snorted. "You're an unbelievable bastard, idiot."

"You're the one who's unbelievable", Denmark objected, then smirked. "But it's really true, I will not leave you, okay?"

Prussia shaked his head, rolled to his other side and appraised the wall. Denmark was an totally ashole and in no way perfect! "Better is", he grumbled. "And now sleep!"

It was silent. A quiet agreement from his boyfriend. But after a few minutes – Prussia was nearly asleep – two strong arms wrapped around the slightly smaller body. Denmark wasn't perfect, yeah, but he wasn't far away from it...

End ~