Author's note:

Okay, I realise PrusPol isn't really that popular a pairing, but it strives in the polish fandom, and I personally adore it. They're both just so much fun! Pretty much as fun as Francis and Arthur. I just hope you'll enjoy this little thing I conjured.


'You're an idiot.'

'Hey, that's not a very nice thing to say, is it?'

'It's true, though. Now, stop smiling already.'

The wicked smile on Gilbert's face only grew wider. 'Stop being such a buzzkill. It's going to be fun, you'll see.' He put his arm around Feliks' shoulders, only causing the blond's frown to deepen. 'I seriously doubt that. Unless you're planning to, like, make it stop raining by sheer willpower or something. But, clearly, you're not, so shut up.'

'What are you, made of sugar? It's only a little rain! Besides, we are inside.'

'Yeah - inside a tent!'

Feliks and Gilbert were sat in a greenish, visibly used tent, dressed in several layers of clothing and with their sleeping bags wrapped around their bottom halfs.

It was supposed to be a sunny weekend and Gilbert has managed to drag his boyfriend on a camping trip, assuring him it would be 'the awesomest thing he'd ever experience'. So far Feliks managed to get bitten by ants, trip over a tent chord and get caught in the rain while trying to gather firewood, which was now laying outside, soaking up the water and becoming more and more useless with every second.

Gilbert shuffled a little closer, not at all discouraged by Feliks' grumpiness, and pushed the wet strands of hair from the blond's face with his free hand. After he was done his hand lingered on the shorter, and definitely wetter, boy's cheek, and he leaned in slightly. 'You know,' he whispered into his ear 'there are always things we could do to kill some time.'

Feliks rolled his eyes and moved slightly away from the albino. 'If you think I'm going to have sex with you now, then think again.'

'What's so bad about that? It's raining, we're in a tent in the middle of nowhere, slightly cold and with nothing better to do.'

'Gilbert, I'm sore, itchy, wet, and sort of annoyed at you. Wait, scratch that, really annoyed at you. It's going to take a little more than a suggestive whisper to get me in the mood. Not that I'd count on anything getting me in the mood right now.'

It was Gilbert's turn to roll his eyes.' Gee, why do you polish people complain all the time?'

'Why are you german people dicks all the time?' the blond shot back, sticking out his tongue at his boyfriend. Gilbert grinned again. 'And they tell me I'm the immature one.'

He received a painful stab with an elbow for that.

They sat in silence for a moment before Gilbert decided to speak again. 'What do you wanna do, then?' Feliks shrugged 'I dunno. What do we even have here?'

'Some snacks, playing cards, a flashlight, two six-packs of beer, Scrabble, and, I believe, half a litter of vodka. We could-'

'No.'

'But you don't even-'

'We're not playing strip poker, Gilbert.'

'Damn.'

The albinos eyes suddenly lit up again. 'What about strip Scrabble?'

'No. Seriously, I'm freezing - the last thing I want to do is strip!'

'Fine, fine. How about we just play regular Scrabble and drink some beer?'

Feliks sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. 'Yeah, I guess we could do that.'

'Awesome!' Gilbert started digging through his backpack, and after a while he threw a can of beer for the other to catch.

'Hey! Are you trying to pass me the beer, or decapitate me with it?!' the Pole managed to save his face from having a can imprinted on it at the last possible moment. 'Also, for your own good, I really hope you took the english Scrabble, because if that's another one of your schemes to force me to use german, I swear I will-'

'Gott, relax, will you? I took german beer, english Scrabble and polish vodka. Everything is just as it's supposed to be. Now stop whining and get your seven letters, princess.'


'Okay, I might not be a native speaker or anything, but awesomity is totally not a word.'

'What? 'Course it is! It's the measure of how awesome something is!'

'That's awesomeness, jackass.'

'Ooooh… You might be right about this one.'

'Of course I am! So take your letters back, there's no way in hell you're getting those points.'

It was already their second round. The first one had been won by Feliks, with 190 points, while Gilbert had gotten merely 120. He was desperately trying to take his revenge now, but failing miserably, as half the words he came up with didn't exist. The blonde smirked triumphantly as his rival was gathering the letters and putting them back on his tray. Gilbert pouted slightly, partially to humour his overly competitive boyfriend.

Not that he himself wasn't competitive - under normal circumstances he would've practically begun a third World War over loosing any game; especially two rounds of any game. It's just that right now loosing has kind of helped him reach his goal for the evening. Feliks was visibly more relaxed after letting his win and the almost six beers he drank go to his head, and Gilbert was more than happy about that.

'And, on that note, I win. Again. You totally suck at Scrabble, broski!'

He was even grinning now. Yeah, definitely worth it. The albino frowned, but the glint in his eyes was impossible to miss. 'I'm about 90% sure you either cheated or used black magic, but I'm gonna let you have it anyway, kleines Ding.'

'I'd like to remind you that I'm actually older than you, so why don't you, like, suck it.' Feliks' hands were on his hips, his eyes playfully challenging. Gilbert has been waiting for the moment the sass would be back - he loved to tease Feliks when he knew the other was up for a squabble. Which, to be honest, was most of the time.

'Klaines Ding has nothing to do with age, Liebe. It means you're an eenie meenie tiny short little baby!' Having said that, he proceeded to squeeze Feliks' cheeks between his fingers, causing the latter so squirm whilst trying not to let the giggles escape his mouth. 'Mein tiny little bunny! Aren't you just the tiniest, cutest little thing, Feli?'

Feliks finally managed to escape Gilbert's fingers. 'Oh my God, don't call me that! Seriously, ew! Do you realise how creepy it is when you call me the same nickname your brother calls his boyfriend?!'

Gilbert chuckled and, yet again, scooted closer to the Pole.

'You never minded before.'

'Well, yeah, because I only found out he calls him that, like, two days ago or something.'

'Okay, Liebie. Can I still call you Liebe, Liebe?' with every word he got an inch closer, and when he finished the sentence, he gave Feliks a peck on the lips. The blonde chuckled and rolled his eyes.

'Yes, you nugget. I swear, sometimes you're just like a puppy.'

'Ahhhh, but I'm an awesome puppy, aren't I?'

The albino gave him a face-splitting grin whilst putting his head on Feliks' shoulder, which caused them both to topple over and end up laying on a pile of pretty much everything they had, Gilbert on top of Feliks, both laughing.

'So, how awesome on the scale of awesomity are you?' the blonde smirked.

'I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere around the awesomest.'

After a moment the albino propped himself on his elbows, red eyes locking with green ones. 'Feliks.' he started. 'I have something very important to tell you.'

The blonde raised an eyebrow. 'Oh yeah? And what's that?'

Gilbert leaned even closer, until his lips were right next to Feliks' ear.

'… The beer is gone.'

Feliks pulled away, looking at his boyfriend with mock horror. 'No…'

'I'm afraid it is' Gilbert nodded sadly.

'Well, you know what that means…'

'I'm afraid I do. Brace yourself - we're opening the vodka!'

'Good Lord!'

He didn't manage to hold the giggle in.


It was late evening. They had already drank half of the bottle of vodka and were currently lying between tangled sleeping bags, Feliks' head on Gilbert's chest.

'So, you're actually moving out of you'r brothers basement, huh? Which crazy moron decided to move in with you?' Feliks stabbed Gilbert's chest with his finger, smirking. The albino returned the smirk, ruffling his boyfriend's hair, which earned him a scowl.

'Two crazy morons, actually. You've met Francis and Toni, haven't you?'

Feliks sat up. 'Oh, the casanova wannabe and the happy-go-lucky bloke? No wonder they agreed, they're almost as mental as you are. But good for you, I guess. And for Ludwig. Mostly for Ludwig.'

Gilbert grinned, turning around, so that he was lying on his side, head propped on one elbow. 'Now you're just being mean. Francis and Tonio are perfectly sane, not to mention radically awesome. It's going to be fun, you'll see!'

'Yeah, perfectly sane… By your standards, maybe. Besides, I'd like to remind you that you said the same thing about this trip.'

'That it's perfectly sane and radically awesome?' Gilbert teased.

'That too. But I meant the 'it's going to be fun, you'll see' bit.'

'Ahh, that. You don't have to worry, Liebsten, I'm not going to let Francis touch you, or Antonio… smother you with tomatoes, or whatever it is that you're scared he's going to do.'

'Feliks got slightly pink with annoyance at that. 'First of all, I don't need you to protect me from some frenchie. Second of all, I don't even suspect Antonio of possessing enough wit to, like, manage to smother me with tomatoes. Third of all, whenever you say something's going to be fine, it just turns out to be a complete fiasco!'

Gilbert's smile only widened at the Pole's agitation. 'Don't over exaggerate, this trip wasn't entirely that bad, was it…?' he gave the blond his most adorable pout. Feliks crossed his arms over his chest and sighed.

'You're impossible, Gil. Literally impossible. Also, I can't over exaggerate. It's just 'to exaggerate'. You're a moron.'

'But I'm your moron, aren't I?'

Feliks had to admit that his boyfriend looked quite adorable while giving him the puppy eyes. 'That's not really reassuring, you know.' he answered, but he couldn't help but give him a tiny smile.

The albino couldn't help but chuckle. 'Trust me, you're going to love Franny and Toni. They're a little weird, I'll give you that, but aren't we all? Besides, you and Francis could go shopping together. God knows I can't handle either of you in a mall.'

'Alright, I'll give them a shot. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a moron.'

'And yet you still love me. What does that say about you, Feli?'

Feliks didn't even argue with the nickname this time, as his smile got a fraction of an inch wider.

'Definitely nothing good, I'll tell you that.'


Author's note:

Sorry to bother you again. So… Did you like it? Did you hate it? Did it confuse you? Do you wan't to see Feliks meet Franny and Toni? Well, it's going to happen anyway, because I think it'll be hilarious, but I still want all the opinions!

Reviews make rainbow cupcakes appear in your kitchen. Also, they would make me feel a little better about failing a pretty important exam yesterday.