Author Notes: WOW, I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm glad a lot of you liked the first one! Continue reviewing, it makes me moist—…
J-just kidding, kind of.
Chapter 2: Mm, Ice Cream
It was a beautifully hot Monday afternoon, but the sun was beating down hard on the young and frivolous couple.
The Prussian hadn't quite gotten used to the term of them actually dating. But they were, believe it or not. Not that he had any objections towards it—except for one.
Abstinence.
He was idly watching the Hungarian lick at the ice-cream cone that she had in her hand, noticing how her tongue ran innocently up and down, slurping… and licking… and—
Oh fucking hell.
"Gilbert—you're ice cream, it's melting. Don't let it go to waste, idiot!" She spoke out, angrily of course, and continued with her ice-cream.
Personally, he hated ice-cream.
But, he managed gulped down the thick ball of dryness that stuck in his throat, biting down on his lower lip as he continued to watch her lick the ice-cream, making grumbling noises underneath his breath. He tried breathing, but it didn't seem to work out very well.
THAT'S IT!
Something in his mind just cracked for the very last time.
When he watched her lean in to lick the ice-cream cone again, he threw his own cone aside, and grabbed the female's tongue that was about to lick the ice-cream with his teeth, and pulled her close—the vanilla ice cream in the middle of their battling lips, which caused a mess of both of their mouths.
She looked surprised, eyes widened, her cheeks even brighter than they were before.
"Y-you—!"
And right when she was about to just, SLAP him, he smirked and leaned in—licking the remaining of the ice-cream off the girls mouth slowly, before delivering a swift kiss to her lips.
"I never knew ice-cream could be so damn good~"
He teased lightly, and stood up, taking a dash for it before she murdered him.
