I'm a day late, but here is some Prumano for Prussia's birthday. Just something corny inspired by an RP. 3
Lovino stared a little too intently at the creases of his seat cushions and not at the Prussian sprawled across his couch with his feet propped against the glass coffee table. The tv mumbled softly in the background, but even that was overpowered by the intensity of the Italian's heart beating in his ears. He chanced a step forward, swallowed, then thrust the box he'd been holding behind his back onto the table.
"Just open the damn thing already." Lovino stood rooted to the spot as Gilbert leaned forward to pick up the gift.
A grin split the Prussian's face. "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" He picked at the wrapping paper where Lovi had expertly folded and tucked in the corners.
"I told you happy birthday earlier, you greedy bastard," Lovi said. He huffed and started to gnaw on his lip. "And stop taking your damn time. You're doing that on purpose!"
Gil grinned. "Ya caught me~" He proceeded to rip the paper from the box and carefully unfold the flaps. His grin grew wider as he pulled out a coffee mug with a cartoon bird printed on it. "Lovi. This is almost as fucking adorable as you are! A-and there's a tiny one for Gilbird too!" He held the miniature version of the mug between his thumb and forefinger.
Gilbird cheeped from atop his head then went right back to sleep.
Lips set in a perpetual pout and brows knit into a scowl, Lovino looked away, cheeks burning. "Just look at the rest already."
Chuckling, Gil proceeded to set down the mugs and start unfolding the heavy, tanned paper lining the bottom of the box. He smoothed the creases and went oddly quiet, his arrogant grin fading into something soft. He drew a careful breath and hesitantly looked up at Lovino, mouth opening but no words forming. Trembling finger tips brushed over the charcoal impressions of the two of them curled on the couch, caught in some laughing fit.
"I-I couldn't afford anything expensive a-and—"
"N-no. F-fuck, Lovino, this is…" Gilbert set the box and its contents onto the table and strode forward, catching the Italian's arm before he could pull away. "It's…the best fucking gift I've—fuck, and I can't even—"
Lovino scowled. "I mean, Vene is a better artist and—"
The Prussian smashed their mouths together before the other could say anymore, then put a finger to Lovino's lips once they parted. "Thank you. I love it. Now kiss me properly."