So basically, I'm making a collection of little one-shots or something based off prompts and stuff I find on Pinterest. This is the first one, it's PrusAus. The prompt was this: Pinterest
Roderich looked up mid-donut, offended. "Excuse you; I am the EPITOME of style."
"Then explain this, loser." Gilbert threw a photo at him. Elizebetha, Feliciano, and Ludwig watched the argument in the kitchen, amused. " 'Epitome of style' my ass in that."
Looking over the picture, Roderich's eyebrows raised up above the rims of his glasses. "What do you mean? This looks fabulous." He took another arrogant bit of his donut.
Feliciano, who was giggling uncontrollably, buried his face in Ludwig's sleeve. Turning his attention to them. Roderich demanded "What's so funny?"
Gilbert pointed to what Austria was wearing in the photo. "A long time ago, purple like that was fashionable. But this picture is from 1912."
"And?"
Gilbert snickered. "And what?"
"Exactly. What's your problem? Purple is a great color!" Roderich turned up his nose, looking away from the others. "It wasn't me who decided that, it's just how it is." Gilbert started to laugh for real, which got Elizabeta and Feliciano to laugh even more. Even Ludwig smiled a little, but Roderich continued "-And you would know."
"Eh?" His eyes were starting to tear up a bit from his laughter, but he managed to look at Roderich. "What would I know?"
"How great purple is, as that is the color you try to make your eyes with those silly contacts of yours."
Gilbert's laughter stopped, but Elizebetha and Feliciano just laughed harder. From the couch Elizabeta let out an 'oof'.
[Pru] "At least I don't wear glasses like a LOSER." Ludwig shifted uncomfortably.
[Aus] "At least I can get a girlfriend." Hungary stopped laughing.
[Pru] "At least the children I raise aren't all military failures." Feliciano's smile shrunk.
[Aus] "Oh, I'm sorry, how many world wars has your little brother won?" Ludwig's cheeks went pink.
"Alright, we're feeling a little targeted over here." Elizabeta piped up from the couch.
"And at least I'm not fat!" Gilbert jabbed his finger at the donut Roderich was eating.
"You leave my donut out of this, sir!" Roderich pulled his snack away from Gilbert and kept shouting. "I don't see what my weight has to do with your lack of appreciation for style."
"It doesn't have anything to do with your lack of style. It has to do with why I love you." Gilbert shouted back.
"I- wait… Gilbert? You- love… You love me?" Roderich's face softened as he looked at Gilbert. Back on the couch, Elizabeta had taken out her phone to record what would happen next.
"Yeah…" Gilbert's face flushed. "What about it?"
Roderich jumped out of his seat, his donut fell away, forgotten. "I love you too, Gil!" He reached his arms out and fell into Gilbert. Their lips met. Elizabeta's jaw dropped as she continued to record. As Gilbert and Roderich pulled apart, Gilbert grinned up at him.
"You've got donut breath."
Yep. That's it. Please leave suggestions for more chapters!