A/N: Wow! So much support! I'm happy! =D I even started doing a little role playing with new friends on here 3 So happy! I'm going to keep updating as quickly as I can to say thank you to all the awesome people on here 3 I found a lovely Prumano comic that made me decide to have Spain call Prussia "Pooh" it was a mistranslation I think but it's cute~ aaaahhh, I'm so awkward haha!
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Prussia was chased out of his own bathroom in record time by his screaming angry Italian boyfriend.
"Come back here!" Romano shouted holding the bathroom door open and blushing, "I'm gonna cut your balls off and make you eat them!"
Prussia laughed and through a pillow at the door, "You would NOT!"
"Oh I will if you do that again!" He yelled, referring to the thorough tickling he had gotten from a shirtless Prussia. Oh his poor heart could not handle all that direct skin to skin contact and the tickling at the same time! He didn't know how to react so went to his default angry-embarrassed state as he chased his boyfriend out with a loofa on a stick he knocked off the shower wall. He was still holding the thing like it was a weapon, ready to smite the proud Prussian where he stood.
"Does that make me uninvited to shower time?" Prussia asked wiggling his eyebrows at the other man. Lovino threw the stick at him before slamming the door and locking it loudly.
"Lovino, it's my bathroom," Prussia chuckled walking up to the door and leaning on the frame, "I have the key!"
He heard shouts of bastard and other various Italian curse words muffled by the running water and closed door. He smirked, waiting for the door to come open. When it did it was just cracked open enough to see one of Romano's eyes peeking through.
"Hey there," Prussia said in a low smooth tone, "it's the big bad wolf, can I come it?
Romano glared but opened the door anyway, "I'm not a kid anymore. I never thought you were that scary anyway."
"Well someone did!" Prussia said, triumphantly entering his own bathroom, "And you said that to me a couple of times! 'Oh no! It's Prussia! He's gonna beat us up!'"
"If I ever said that, which I did not," Romano said, slipping out of his pants and boxers at once, "It was because someone beat up on other people for shits and giggles and some someone's bastard French friend told me you would eat me up!"
"Oh? But I would, wouldn't I?" Prussia asked picking up all the discarded clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket. He snapped his teeth at Romano who just rolled his eyes and disappeared into the shower.
"Haha! So funny! Such a scary Big bad wolf." He said sarcastically as the warm water drenched his hair, which he promptly pushed back out of his face with an appreciative sigh. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was red. Prussia was not so bad at being sneaky; he had managed to get face to face in the shower with the complaining Italian without making a sound.
"Woof." Prussia said, grinning like the crazy animal he was, scaring the poor defenseless Italian in the shower of all places. Romano jumped and lost his footing, grabbing onto Prussia's arms to balance himself.
"Vaffanculo." (Translates to: Fuck you/Fuck off) He grumbled as he tried to regain his footing, being sure to pinch Prussia with his nails as he did so, "You crazy bastard."
"Sorry Roma," Gilbert said, not sounding one bit sorry for teasing the poor man, "want me to make up for it?"
"I don't see how you possibly could." Romano challenged sticking his tongue out at the Prussian.
"I'll wash your haaaiiir~" Gilbert drew out the word as he tried to entice the younger, "come on Roma, you love that crap, as long as I don't touch your crazy hair."
Lovino huffed and grabbed the simple blue and white mens shampoo bottle, handing it to Prussia and turning his back, giving Gilbert a lovely view of his ass. He debated on teasing the nation some more, but decided against it when a hazel eye peered back at him expectantly. Gilbert didn't want to get thrown out again for being an ass…hehe. He popped open the bottle of soap and rubbed a generous amount onto his palm before capping it and rubbing his hands together, ready to spoil Lovino the best he could. If he had anything to do with it, the gorgeous creature in front of him would never have to see a day without a smile again.
Romano hummed appreciatively as he felt the soap being massaged onto the top of his head. Prussia and he had bathed together in their younger years, after Spain had explained that the albino was a friend and wouldn't devour him; this had been something reserved for days when Romano was bruised and scraped up from fighting with someone bigger than him, or even just tripping on his way to see Prussia because he was lonely and it was an easier trip than seeing Spain, who he may not have even wanted to see at that point in time. It always made him forget his problems and reasons for crying, and Prussia had never denied him it when he asked. Of course Romano always demanded that he be careful with the evil curl that stood out from the rest. Nails lightly scraped against his scalp, drawing a moan from his lips and bringing him back into the present.
"Mmmm, this is nice." Romano sighed and let all the tension flow out of his muscles, he could get used to this. It was doing wonders for his hangover headache too, that was a definite plus.
Prussia smiled happily to himself as he watched Lovino relax under his skilled hands, going almost limp in the shower. He ran his hands up the back of his lover's hair and then scrubbed behind his ears dutifully, being sure to get Lovino nice and clean. He hummed a melody he remembered Romano teaching him once, though he had forgotten the words. Prussia absent mindedly slid his hands forward and ran them through the front of Lovino's hair, being conscious of the crazy hair that would surly get him beaten up and tossed out on his ass. He hummed a bit louder and eyed the curl like a cat with a strange new toy they weren't sure wasn't a trap yet. He dutifully finished and leaned Lovino back into the flow of warm water. The smaller man sighed in appreciation before running his own hand through his hair to thoroughly rid himself of any suds. When he opened his eyes he saw Prussia still curiously staring at his curl and went rigid.
"Hey! Don't get any ideas about that!" He yelled putting his hands up defensively, "Yeah! I see you eye fucking my hair bastard! Don't touch it or I swear I'll burn your entire collection of precious little girl diaries!"
"You mean the Damn It's Awesome Raising Yellowbirds records? D.I.A.R.Y for short?" Prussia said proudly, putting his hands on his hips, "They are so manly! And every awesome thing I've done while raising them has been neatly recorded, including meeting cute little Roma!"
Romano dead panned at him, "You've been thinking about that one for a while, haven't you? You even made yellow birds into one word. Idiot."
Prussia would have come up with something to argue back with if it weren't for the laugh at the end, and the adorable smile Lovino was now trying to hide by turning around grumbling little insults. He smirked to himself; the Italian was his own angry brand of adorable. He had this soft squishy inside behind the wall of harsh insults and outrageous threats, full of sugar and spice and tomatoes, and all the nice things Prussia could think of, one of them being marshmallow peeps.
The rest of the shower went on uneventfully as the two cleaned themselves and joked around a bit. Prussia dumping handfuls of water over a smiling Romano who laughed and threw water back in retaliation. When they decided it was time to get out and dry off the bathmat was already wet and squished a bit when they stepped on it. Romano laughed evilly and squished his feet on it a few times, much to Prussia's dismay as water squelched out and covered the surrounding tile.
"Hey! Just dry off you mess!" Gilbert said dumping Romano's towel over his head.
"Fine, fine." Romano grumbled patting his hair off gently before removing the towel from his head. He looked around, taking notice of the way Prussia man handled his poor hair and scoffing. He gently patted down the rest of his own body before tying the towel around his waist, no reason to go prancing around unnecessarily naked. He scowled at the mirror when he approached it and saw the way his hair looked, still messy from the shower and pat down. He scanned the sink for any hair products but to his dismay all he found was a productive balm, hair gel, and a leave in cream conditioner.
"Can I use some of this?" He asked holding up the conditioner. Prussia nodded and wrapped his own towel around his waist, coming to stand next to Lovino at the mirror. He opened a drawer with a few combs and brushes in it he had accumulated over time, pulling out a brush and brushing his hair back like his brothers.
"Look, I'm Ludvig!" He cackled straightening his posture before puffing his chest out and looking grim and serious, "Listen up! I'm really constipated, and angry. I totally don't want to but mein wurst in Italy's Pasta! Whatever that means… Prussia, you are out of your mind! Now clean this up this instant then give me fifty laps! Kesesesese!"
Romano looked at him like he just told him the sky was green with yellow polka dots. He then grabbed a comb and carefully maneuvered his curl to lay a little lower in his wet hair and did his best to mimic his brother's.
"Ve!" He exclaimed smiling all dopey with his eyes closed. Gilbert burst out laughing.
"Oh Shit!" He gasped between laughs, "You could totally pass for your brother, Mein gott! You could get West with that shit! I'm gonna die!"
"I think he'd notice I wasn't Feliciano," Romano scoffed, opening his eyes and dropping the smile, "He might be able to tell I'm not full of sunshine and rainbows like my idiot brother"
"A bag of tomatoes say I'm right~" Prussia taunted wiggling his eye brows at him. God, he knew just how to tempt Romano.
"Tch. You're so wrong! And I'll prove it!" He huffed, gelling his hair in place with just enough gel to keep it right, but not enough that he couldn't undo it if he felt like it. He smiled triumphantly and stuck his tongue out at Prussia, who stood there staring and shifting back and forth on his feet, his hair already falling back into his face almost completely.
"So, uh, are you gonna get mad if I kiss you like this?" he asked nervously. He wasn't dumb enough to do it without asking right now. Prussia knew just how Romano felt about people preferring his brother to him, and he didn't want to give him that idea. Sure Feliciano was cute and there was a day when he would have jumped all over the chance to have Feli, but that was then and this was now, and he found he preferred the man in his room now. Feliciano might as well be family, and well… Romano was Romano.
"What?!" He knew Roma's reflex to being embarrassed, the yelling and the tomato red face didn't faze him much, "Why should I care… Just don't confuse me with my brother. I'll have to kill you."
"Awesome!" Prussia cheered, throwing his arms around Romano and pulling him close, "There's no way I'll die today!"
He planted a few small kisses on Romano's face before kissing him chastely on the mouth with a huge smile. He didn't wanna push it, even if Lovino said it was okay.
"Roma." He purred, pressing their foreheads together, pushing the point that even if he looked pretty much identical to his brother right now, he was the one on his mind.
"Gilbert." Romano sighed back sarcastically, though he appreciated the way the Prussian was being. Unlike Spain, asking him why he couldn't be sweet like his brother and what not. No, no thinking about Spain today, that was not what he wanted to think about. Now it was time to plot against Potato bastard number one!
"So what should I do to your brother, hm?" Lovino asked as he fiddled with his hair a bit more, rearranging the slightly out of place strands. He resisted the urge to mess it all back up and do it like normal. He had to prove Prussia wrong still, after all.
"I have something perfect!" Prussia chuckled evily, pushing the bundle of clothes he had prepared before into Lovino's hands.
A/N: You guys would have gotten a longer chapter but Valentines day! Happy Valentines day! I love you! I'll post more real soon, I promise! I have a week off of work to do it 3 Keep reading for Lovi's mischief and lots of cute! I have so many plans for this story now 3 I'm trying to keep them as in character as I can. If you think something's wrong, let me know! XOXOXO Tell me how your Valentines Day was! I hope it was good!
