Oi. Lets get one thing straight: I do not really like this pairing, so I'm sorry it's short. And no, I will not write anymore. The reason I wrote this was because a very awesome person made my first fan-art.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Yaoi, Mentions of Yuri.

Austria let his fingers glide over the piano. Long pale arms wrapped around him, pulling him back slightly.

"God damn it Prussia! I'm playing right now!"

It all started a while ago, Hungary left him for another… female country. His eyes narrowed in anger at the thought of Belgium.

After she left him, he refused to come out of his room. Other countries tried to get him out. Most bribed him, and once they even called Russia in to break down the door. Luckily, Belarus chased him out before the task was complete.

But on a sunny afternoon, a certain ex-country climbed into his room through his window.

"Get out." Austria mumbled, holding his pillow closer. Prussia didn't say anything, but instead lay down next to him.

"No. I want to help you." Prussia said, his red eyes burning with determination. The brunette's cheeks tinted pink slightly; he always had a tiny crush on the other. Just a teeny tiny one though.

"Why? Just leave me to rot, everyone else has given up." He looked away from the other man.

"I'm not everyone else." Prussia said, slowly making his way to kiss Austria's forehead.

"Wha-" the brunette turned his head up to look at the other, but instead got his lips covered by Prussia's.

Both stared into each other's eyes, before whipping away from one another. Their thoughts racing through their heads.

'Shit shit shit… I didn't mean to go that far… Did he like it? Will he kick me out? Will he never want to see me again?' Prussia's thoughts raced through his mind.

'…Real slick, moron.' Austria thought, staring at the wall, his eyebrows furrowed. But he couldn't help wondering if the other liked it too.

Both turned to look at eachother at the same time. They undressed the other with their eyes, before looking back up and making eye contact.

Then they flew at each other in frenzied kisses, full of tongue and saliva. Prussia moved to his neck, leaving bite marks and hickies…

Austria shook those thoughts out of his head, and stared at the piano in front of him. Prussia rested his head on his lover's left shoulder, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

"Do you love me Roderich?" The other country suddenly asked, causing the other's eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"Huh? Ja, why?" He felt one of the hands around his neck pull away and placed something small in his hands. Prussia pecked him on the cheek.

"Think about it." He whispered hotly in his ear, before pulling away and leaving the room.

When he heard the door shut, Austria looked down at the small black box in his hands. Slowly he opened it, his purple eyes wide with curiosity.

Tears of joy fell down his cheeks; he placed one of his hands over his mouth. Inside the box was a ring with gems to make it look like the keyboard of a piano. There was a note in the box.

It read:

Dear Roderich,

I love you, almost more than awesomeness. Almost more than Gilbird, almost more than my best friend's pancakes. But I defiantly love you more than anybody ever will.

So, long story short, will you marry me?

-Gilbert

Austria smiled under his hand. He already knew the answer, which he whispered to himself.

"Yes."

The end. It was a oneshot.

I ADDED PRU/CAN FRIENDSHIP, FUCK THE WORLD!

Alright I'm out.

FUCK THE POLICE!