Name: A bouquet of flowers
Pairing: Prussia x Canada
Requested by: Guest who is nameless
Word count: (Story only)
Kiss: Surprised kiss
A bouquet of flowers
To be honest, he had never done something like this. In his eyes, flowers were something for girls. Something you did not give to a man. Maybe it was a bad idea. Gilbert was not someone who liked it when you made fun of the fact that he was gay. He still considered himself 'manly as hell', he never wore pink and he didn't care whether he looked fabulous or not. So why did Matthew end up buying a colourful bouquet?
With a sigh, he combed through his blond locks, questioning himself why indeed he had stopped at the little flower shop he had encountered on the way home. For once, he had decided to take a different route, wanting to enjoy the lovely spring weather that had awoken in the past weeks and was now stronger than before, lovely temperatures and golden sun present every day. Perhaps spring was indeed the season for love?
He did not have to look for very long in the shop, cool air nipping at his exposed skin. The bouquet just seemed to scream at him, trying to grab his attention, and the Canadian had chuckled. It was kind of like his lover. Loud and boisterous colours, all kinds of shapes and sizes, just like how his moods and personality were. It was perfect. The young woman behind the counter had remarked that it was a perfect bouquet if you were giving it for no reason at all. Matthew had silently agreed with a little nod while pulling out his wallet to pay.
Feeling more and more anxious with every step he took into the building, inching closer to their front door on the third floor, number 32, Matthew searched for words to say when Gilbert would open up their home for him. What if he would be angry? What if he didn't like flowers? Or what if he was actually allergic to them? With a pounding heart, he pressed the button to summon his love, ignoring the keys in his pockets.
When the door opened, red eyes widened in shock. They were glued to the colourful collection of plants in the gentle hands that wiped away tears, tickled mockingly and caressed lovingly. Matthew started to shift his weight from one foot onto the other, feeling the anticipation and nervousness cling to his heart, making it beat heavily. Because he had been looking at anything but his boyfriend, he had failed to notice how the albino had moved his gaze to the Canadian, preparing to launch at the slender male and capture him into a tight hug. Thus, the strong arms around his waist came as a total surprise, just like the lips on his own.
The kiss was wild and spoke of surprise, love and gratefulness. Arms pulled the blond closer against a broad chest, while lips moved away from other lips and down to the jaw and neck, then up to cheeks and a pointy nose. They moved away completely, resting millimetres in front of the face they had just lavished, only to open and close while giving way to words of thanks.
"Thank you, Birdie. I love them. They're beautiful, you are beautiful and I love you!", Gilbert whispered with excitement, before pressing their lips together once more. He could feel a smile tug at Matthew's. From that day on, they would occasionally bring home flowers for the other.
