Finally posting something for my OTP, yay! And it's fluff, too~

Please review! Constructive criticism is always (ALWAYS) loved.

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Author: Alix the Alien Cyborg
Rating: T
Pairing(s): PruAus
Warnings: just lots of fluff! And swearing. Yeah, there's quite a bit of swearing. Blame it on my Prussia muse.

Adventures on a Quiet Afternoon

Prussia swore to god he was gonna put a GPS in Austria one of these days.

The man could get lost in a fucking grocery store, for Christ's sake. So getting a call on a Saturday afternoon from a sheepish Roderich saying he had ended up in the middle of nowhere trying to buy a new desk lamp was neither unsurprising nor uncommon.

Roderich had apparently parked his car at Ikea, noticed a nearby coffee shop, walked over to buy some tea, started chatting with a pianist there who recommended a local music store, walked to the shop...and somehow ended up three miles away, in an abandoned field with no civilization in sight. Gilbert, amazingly enough, actually knew that field. It was on the edge of a pine grove with a small lake where he and his brother often went fishing. He figured he'd have no problem picking up his air-headed boyfriend.

Of course, his car ran out of gas when he was nearly there. Shit, he knew he should have listened when Ludwig told him to buy gas. Still, though, no big deal. He would just walk the rest of the way. It would be annoying, but not something he couldn't deal with.

Roderich so owed him an apology blowjob, though.

Five minutes in and Gilbert realized that this was harder than it seemed. For starters, it was July, and thus really fucking hot outside. For second, the road was mostly uphill. And third, Gilbert was a bit more out of shape than he cared to admit.

(He really liked French fries and video games, all right?)

Twenty minutes later-twenty hot, sweaty, interminable minutes later- the pine grove came in to view. And Gilbert's jaw dropped.

Roderich was relaxed across the bright grass, reclining in the soft shade. He'd rolled a log out to rest his classy (and rather dirty) shoes upon, and had fashioned a fan out of plant leaves. He lazily tipped the fan at Gilbert, calling out, "well, hello!"

Gilbert stood shaking, breath heaving in and out. Sweat dripped down his neck and pooled at the base of his back. His legs trembled from the effort of holding him up, and here was Roderich, acting like it was a fucking vacation.

Gilbert groaned and flopped himself down beside Roderich.

"All this time," he panted, "trekking through a fucking desert trying to save your ass, and the only thing you're missing is a martini with a fucking umbrella?"

Roderich blinked, clearly confused, and Gilbert shook his head. "Never mind," he sighed, stretching out next to the brunet.

Roderich pulled him close, and the albino rested his pale head on Roderich's chest. He smiled, snuggling closer, and it was an odd moment for them-cuddling in the grass, leaf-fan discarded to their side, just living. Just being happy, together.

"You know, you owe me a blowjob for this."

(Of course, Gilbert had to ruin it.)

"What?"

"You made me walk all the way out here, and now we're gonna have to walk back. I've wasted a perfectly good afternoon! I think that's deserving of some love for my little man, yeah?"

"Please don't say that ever again...and we'll see."

"Does that mean yes?"

"It means we'll see!" Gilbert snickered, and that was how they stayed for the rest of the afternoon, bickering light-heartedly and sharing warm kisses underneath the trees, on the edge of a little meadow.

(In the end, Ludwig had to pick them up, and the pair was forced to suffer a car ride of angry lectures on the importance of pre-planning.)