Warnings: Possibly out-of-character; partial smut, mainly fluff. Human names used.
Author's Note: The idea kind of just popped up today, and I felt I had to give it space. Oh, Francis~ haha. Anyways; feedback/criticism is always loved!
Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya-sensei owns Axis Powers Hetalia; I do not.
Quietly chewing on his breakfast platter of hotcakes, Matthew slowly fell into temptation as his lilac gaze strayed to his left.
He squeaked, quite unmanly-like, when a certain boyfriend of his was conspicuously staring right at him.
His face felt hot, undoubtedly flushing by then, and he nearly choked on his mouthful when the Prussian gave a sly grin at his clear level of fluster. He grew fairly discomforted when he realized exactly how prominent the shaking of his hands were, but swiftly forgot about the momentary blunder when large, pale hands laced with his own.
Matthew wasn't sure if it was the warmth that had helped him stop trembling.
The two nations stared at their intertwined hands for a few moments, completely disengaged by time. After all, Matthew knew that their relationship had just reached that stage of comfort; the type where being silent alongside one another wasn't awkward. It allowed them the freedom to work scrupulously (or, in Gilbert's case, partying), without having to worry about a slighted lover at home.
They were simply happy to be in the other's presence.
Smiling softly to himself, Canada perked as his lover broke into a sudden bout of "how awesome he was yesterday"; merely listening amusedly while nodding here and there. Which, really, was enough for Prussia; it was more sincere attention than most were willing to spare him, and he couldn't give a rats ass beyond that point. Which, subsequently, made him break into a wide, self-content, shit-eating grin of his own as be excitedly went on with his story about beating West in a drinking contest.
Matthew could only smile all the more brighter as he broke into a fit of guffaws, before gasping as his face was suddenly pressed against a familiarly pale chest.
He'd forgotten Prussia enjoyed walking around naked in the mornings.
"G-Gilbert! Please! W-what are you―?"
Canada wasn't able to finish, like always, when the albino's left hand tilted their heads, both gazing directly into the sight of the other.
For a moment, Matthew felt his lungs stop circulating oxygen.
However, the intimate moment was short-lived when the silverette cracked a softer smile, pressing a soft kiss to the blond's forehead.
Utterly confounded, Canada managed to pull away enough to try and question the Prussian's latest scheme. That is, though, until he found himself whisked away to their bedroom.
Face flustered hot once again, Matthew began reprimanding him along their way; "W-wait, Gilbert! It's too early for this! I-I'm still tired from last night―"
Chuckling haughtily, but in a clearly playful mood, the albino placed another chaste kiss on the Canadian's head as he pressed him against their still-disheveled bed.
"Last night? Don't you mean "four hours ago"?" he teased, pleased with the embarrassed whine the blond gave as he rapidly set on removing his pajamas.
"S-still, even so, it's too―ah!"
Prussia grinned wickedly as he ravaged his Canadian lover's neck with kisses. Hands fervently lingering along all the right places, body grinding perfectly against his, Gilbert felt his ego swell as Matthew fell prey to his affections.
Perhaps Francis was horrible when it came to military tactics; but Prussia knew the handsy romanticist must have some sort of helpful advice.
"O-oh, ah! Gilbert!"
His answer: France's guide to seducing his former colony (or, possibly, anyone else).