Imagine person A of your OTP noticing that that the hickey on person B's neck from the night before is visible… and they are in public and can't tell person B to cover it up so they just try and convey the message by making weird faces and hand gestures at person A.
France watched as his hyper Prussian lover darted around the market appearing to be more hummingbird than nation. They were at the national German Christmas market and Antonio had been with them earlier but at the faintest glimpse of Romano, the Spanish man had disappeared between one blink and the next. So for the meantime Gilbert seemed intent on trying every single piece of German cuisine/alcohol in the market… regardless if they were being sold or not.
It amazed Francis how quickly Gilbert could charm his people out of a bite of cake, a bit of wurst, a dough dumpling and that was just the food that Francis managed to see! It was fascinating to watch him chat and boast his way through the market. Turning around to grin delightedly at Francis as he received his 32nd piece of cake and his 56th drink of beer, Gilbert threw his head back and laughed causing the scarf around his neck to slip slightly. A few seconds later the scarf was donated to group of pleading German children for their snowman and Francis' heart stopped.
Most people would assume that Francis was an extroverted lover, always keen to show off his latest conquest to the world. But anyone who had been at any point involved with him knew that he was quite the opposite. While he may flirt with others incredibly frequently, it was just a force of habit for him. When he was in a relationship with someone it was almost always slow, sweet and passionate. And that was why Gilbert loved him.
Francis' eyes immediately caught sight of the dark bruise on his lover's pale neck from last night. Swiftly his mind traveled back to last night when Gilbert had begged Francis until his voice had all but disappeared and he had clung to him as if he was about to disappear.
"Francis! Gilbert! Mes amigos!"
France turned and stared in barely disguised horror as Spain bore down on them, dragging a swearing Romano who was hanging on to a giggling Feliciano for dear life who in turn was dragging a flustered Germany with him. No body except Francis knew that Gilbert was in fact worried about how Germany would take his brother being in a relationship with the nation that once taxed him until his people were dying. And now a single bite mark was about to ruin everything.
Quickly he caught Gilbert's eyes by waving his hands frantically, making facial gestures and attempting to convey the message 'The hickey is showing!' He was less than successful as was soon made clear by the look of extreme confusion on the Prussian's face.
"Francis?" Gilbert whispered casting an anxious glance at his also confused brother who was staring at the weird and wonderful facial expressions and hand gestures Francis was suddenly using, "Have you been drinking?"
Francis simply smacked himself in the forehead and, noticing Italy's normally closed eyes light up in bewilderment, began to pray in French.
"Veee~ Gilbert? How'd you get bitten by a bug in this weather?"
Gilbert's eyes widened and his hand blurred as he smacked his hand over the mark on the left side of his neck. Spain stopped attempting to molest Romano and stared, before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Well done Francis! You finally wooed him!"
"He vhat? With mein bruder?"
The only good thing was the confusion caused an enraged Ludwig chasing a screaming Francis around the market allowed Gilbert to drink more beer and eat some more cake. And what made Gilbert happy made Francis happy, even if it came at the price of his dignity.
Tell me what you think! Next update: 17/01/13 :)