A/N: redeyesblackeagle on tumblr asked for a Prumano fic, so here's some fluffy, established relationship Christmas stuff~
"Snowball Fight"
"We should have a snowball fight."
Romano raised a brow, staring across the table at his boyfriend incredulously. Prussia simply grinned back at him through the steam rising from his mug of hot chocolate. Romano could hardly believe he could stomach the crap, but this was a level of Christmas cheer that he didn't think he could even begin to get behind.
"No way. That sounds awful," he replied, his lip curling in disgust. He turned back to his paper, absolutely not feeling guilty about Prussia's crestfallen expression.
"Just a little one?" the blond begged, "Just you, me, West, Veneziano, France, and Spain?"
Romano stared at him incredulously, mentally coming to terms with the face that he probably wouldn't be finding out much of today's news anytime soon. "How is that little?" he asked in disbelief, "Little is you and me, not an entire party!"
Prussia pouted, but his burgundy eyes quickly lit with hope again. "Fine," he replied quickly, leaning forward again, "Just you and me then?"
Romano hesitated, but when Prussia fixed him with that hopeful, puppy-dog look, even he couldn't say no. Slowly, he nodded.
"Later though."
Prussia cheered, apparently not deterred by the restrictions. He gulped down the rest of his hot chocolate, hissing as it burned his throat. Romano rolled his eyes and sighed, not bothering to offer any words of concern or comfort. He was used to this kind of behavior.
Romano was still regretting his inability to say no to his lover as he stood in the snow, bundled up so only his eyes were showing. Prussia had a scarf wrapped around his neck as well, but it only covered his neck. The paler man's cheeks and nose were pink, but he was grinning brightly.
"I don't want to do this," he protested one last time, but it was weak at best. Before he could say anything else, a tightly packed ball of snow hit his stomach squarely. He knew Prussia could throw a lot harder than that, and he wasn't sure if he should be pleased that Prussia was keeping his weaknesses in mind or offended that he didn't think Romano could handle the full force of his attack.
"Ehi!" he yelped, dropping down to scoop up a handful of snow for himself. It wasn't nearly as compact as Prussia's, but the way it exploded in the Germanic nation's face was satisfying enough to make up for that. Romano knew he was in for a fight by the way Prussia sputter and stared at him, wide-eyed. Suddenly, he didn't regret saying yes anymore.
Romano shifted a little, pillowing his head on Prussia's chest. The other's pale fingers ran lightly though his hair, watching the firelight catch the strands and turn them a bright reddish-gold.
"If I fall asleep, you're not going to draw a dick on my face or something, are you?" Romano asked, frowning slightly. Despite the expression, his gaze was soft and sleepy. Prussia quickly decided he liked that look on him.
"Since you asked, I won't," he replied with a grin, "No promises for next time though."
Romano snorted with amusement, and Prussia felt a flicker of satisfaction. It wasn't much, but it was one step closer to earning that beautiful smile Romano rarely showed.
"Sleep, Prinzessin," he urged, smiling at the way the pet name made Romano's cheeks flush, "I'll still be here when you wake up."
"I wasn't worried about that," Lovino grumbled, but he nuzzled into the Prussian's chest and let his eyes fall closed.
Prussia continued to stroke his hair lightly, watching the Italian's ribs rise and fall. Normally, the brunet wasn't the most graceful sleeper, but right now he was so tired that he barely moved in his sleep.
The firelight began to fade slowly as Prussia watched his lover sleep, but he couldn't bring himself to move to put another log on. He was sure it wouldn't disturb Romano—the guy slept like the dead—but it suddenly seemed like too much work to move him. Instead, he pulled a blanket over them and curled around the Italian.
"Buon Natale, tesoro," he whispered clumsily in the sleeping man's ear, smiling to himself as he drifted off.
