Hey, fellow Prumano fans. This is my first fanfic, so it sucks… Anyways, I do not own Hetalia or any of the Hetalia characters. I OWN NOTHING.
Prussia was watching the snow peacefully, quite a change for this somewhat rude man. A tiny voice roused him from his thoughts and he turned to observe the male standing there.
"Prussia?" Romano called quietly.
Prussia only nodded his head in slight amusement as the little brunette greeted him.
"Hey," he sighed. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Romano answered with a slight edge in his voice as he scoffed. "Can't I watch the snow without you asking me questions?"
The red-eyed man gave a snort of anger as he turned back to the railing. "Do whatever you want."
"I shall do just that." Romano answered shortly as he then hesitantly stared at the snow on the balcony.
I'm in bare feet, he thought, but I need to prove a point!
A tiny grunt from Romano caused Prussia to twist his body. He watched as Romano gulped.
"Need help?" Outstretching his arms with a wide smirk, Prussia yanked on Romano's arm, causing him to step onto the cold balcony floor covered in snow. Due to surprise, Romano had stumbled and had dived into Prussia's chest, sending them both crashing into the railing.
"Agh! Are you blind? Watch where you're going!" Prussia snapped, distracting the brunette on top of him as he snaked his arms around Romano's waist.
"Prussia? What are you doing? You pervert!"
"Doing? Doing what?" Prussia wondered innocently with a sly smirk. "This is your fault, you Italian Stallion."
"Shut up, you ghostly, Albino-looking pervert..."
"Ouch." Deciding this would be the best time to get this Italian man submitting to him, he rolls over and snatches Romano's wrist. His other arm wrapping around Romano's waist, he pressed his hips against Romano's. A yelp escaping the man with the hair-curl underneath Prussia, Romano begins squirming. "Cold! Cold, cold, cold! It's cold!"
"Hmph," Prussia wanted Romano right there, right at that time, right in that place. His red eyes clouded over in lust as he stared down into the brown eyes of his soon-to-be lover.
"Prussia..." The tiny whimper that escaped Romano's throat caused Prussia to gasp. What were these feelings? Prussia's had tons of lays but has never felt like this. What was it?
Romano, expecting Prussia's lips and forceful grab at any minute, stiffens when he realizes Prussia was staring intensely at him.
"Romano..." Prussia whispered. Romano. He wanted that name. He wanted to say it over and over again. He liked how it felt when his tongue brushed the roof of his mouth at the N sound. Oh, God. Was he... was the Great Fuck-'Em-And-Chuck-'Em Prussia falling in love?
He shook the thought away instantly. What the hell is wrong with me? Prussia thought with a scoff. Forgetting his strong feelings, he ghosted his fingers down Romano's neck. Gulping at the look Romano gave him, he growled. "What?"
"You're smiling. And blushing."
"Liar."
"Am not."
"Are, too."
"Am not." Prussia gritted his teeth in anger at the Italian's prodding. He couldn't let him find out.
Romano clamped his free hand down on the back of Prussia's head and forced eye contact with the white-haired male.
"Don't lie to me."
"I don't lie."
"Stop lying. Am I that hard to trust?"
Prussia, feeling these words cut into him for some odd reason, tugs Romano's hair curl.
"Shut up..."
Loving the half moan, half gibberish that came out of Romano's mouth, Prussia snickers. Prussia wanted to kiss Romano. Badly. Why wait? Leaning down, Romano's hair on the back of his neck stood as he felt Prussia's soft breath nearing his lips.
Not yet...
No...
No...
No...
Close...
Now!
Their lips barely brush as an annoying voice echoes.
"Eh, Germany! Look-a what-a I found-a here!"