Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, who would need to write Fanfiction? O.o kidding lol
Summary: Why does Roddy have to be so god-damn hot when he's mad?! T for language.
My first PruAus fanfiction! Please be nice to meh!
In the Heat of an Argument
"You know, sometimes I wonder who you love more, Roddy! Me or that fucking piano! You pay more attention to that damned thing than your own country!"
"Oh really? And how would you know anything about what I do, Gilbert? It's not like you're ever here, you're always gallivanting off with those Bad Touch jerks!" Austria shot back, and Prussia detected a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Don't act like you can read me like a fucking book, you spoilt, toffee-nosed bastard!"
"Stop acting like such a damn dummkopf!"
He hated this. The angry colour of Austria's usually pale cheeks. The shouting, swearing, pointing, yelling, storming out of the house – he hated it. But Roderich was simply infuriating at times. This argument was like every other one they've had this week. Prussia came home late, Austria was worried sick, and Prussia wouldn't tell him where he was. This, of course, made Austria assume Prussia was cheating on him, causing a row similar to this one. But, damn it! Why did the Austrian have to look so fucking hot when he was mad? It drove the Prussian to insanity and meant he was dangerously close to losing the argument – that would be totally unawesome!
Roderich adjusted his glasses in annoyance. He said something, but Gil's eyes were mesmerized by the still calm, elegant movement of the Austrian's lips. When the Prussian began to smile, thinking about those lips against his own, Austria became even more enraged.
"Are you even listening to me, you damn -!" Prussia pressed his lips passionately against Austria's, pushing him backwards slightly.
Roderich gasped in surprise, allowing Gilbert's tongue to slide into his mouth. Soon, their tongues began to form a dance, practiced and moving to the rhythm of their quickening hearts. As Gilbert pulled back, he saw the blush on the Austrian's cheeks and smirked.
"But…"The Austrian struggled to make sense of what happened so suddenly. "Gil…we were just…fighting…"
Prussia smirked even more. "My bad." He replied simply, "I guess you just look so god-damn hot when you're mad, I couldn't resist, Roddy." He laughed a bit, "Besides, I'm too awesome to cheat on mein leibe, Ja?"
And as the Austrian was about to protest further, the Prussian silenced him with another kiss.
A/N: First PruAus story, and the first on with any sort of 'detailed' descriptions – yes, you know what I mean. Btw, this wasn't their first kiss or anything, but the reaction from Roderich is still the same ^,^!
P.S. Sorry it's so short – I will improve I promise! Thanks for reading, please review! (Be nice though please)