As promised, Chick-a-dees. First, a special thanks to my reviewers halfdragonbooknerd and as well as those who favorited or followed. Now without further ado (because I still have to Geek Out at this con) Happy Valentine's Day. Enjoy~
Warning: 1 part shameless smut (What? It's Valentine's Day), 2 parts adorable fluff (again same reason), and Prussia's filthy mind
Disclaimer: Flying Mint Bunny! Confused? Good, I was wondering if anyone actually read the disclaimers I put up here. This does not belong to me, all characters are owned by Gentosha Inc. Those idea hogging bastards
It was Prussia who woke up first the next morning. Still in the throws of sleep, the nationless albino sat there for a minute just enjoying the deep-sated feeling of satisfaction in his bones. A reminder of the last nights activities.
The pair had danced til dawn...okay, actually, they danced until the jazz band started playing Shikira's Hips Don't Lie and Prussia watched as his lover moved in ways that shouldn't be seen outside the bedroom. The angel had turned into a minx once more, tempting and teasing the albino until the other couldn't take it anymore and dragged the blonde to bed for a more hand's on demonstration of Canada's sinuous movements.
Prussia's groin tingled from the memory, the pleasure of the previous night still prominent in his mind as he lay in bed with his shy lover asleep next to him. It was rare when Canada slept longer than the other, but the pale man liked to take advantage of it whenever it did happen.
Carefully, he slipped out of the bed and clothed himself, before going out of the room with silent feet. After a few twists and turns he finally found the room with the breakfast bar. Spread out before him were not only items belonging to a typical American breakfast, but also European and Asian dishes were also displayed. While eyeing what looked like eggs soaked in tea, Prussia spotted heart shaped pancakes with interest, but in the end instead chose the similarly shaped toast as to not offend the blonde with subpar pancakes (he could just hear the rant already). He grabbed a few packets of different flavored jelly to go along with it, as well as a few fruits. With one last look of the large tray in his hands, he nodded to himself at the variety, and headed back to the room where, much to his pleasure, he found Canada still asleep.
After setting the tray down on the nightstand beside the bed, the pale man climbed over his still slumbering lover. He placed strategic kisses along the other's jaw and creamy neck. There was a moan and slight eye movement from beneath the blonde's eyelids, but ultimately still asleep. Prussia moved lower to Canada's collarbone, kissing and nipping the bone until little marks blossomed under his ministrations. When that failed to garner any response, he moved lower to the other's chest to tease pink nipples with both his mouth and fingers.
A louder moan sounded from above him and he glanced up in time to see a sliver of amethyst. The pale man removed himself from the hardened bud with an obscene pop and sent a smirk the other's way.
"Gutten morgen."
Blinking rapidly, Canada tried to drive the sleep away from his mind and make sense of what was happening. It was hard to tell where his naughty dream ended and reality started.
"Gil? Wha-ah" he cut himself off with a moan when his lover's index finger circled a nipple playfully.
"Just a little...wake up call," the albino grinned cheekily, not pausing in his motions.
"B-but...I'm a-awake now," the blonde stuttered.
"Just to be sure," Prussia drawled, trailing his hand up the creamy chest under him and grabbing the back of Canada's neck to pull him down for a sweet kiss.
The Western nation hummed into the languid kiss, loving the way the lips molded perfectly together. He brought his hands up to cup the pale face, mapping out Prussia's cheekbones with his thumbs. When the kiss broke they both let out a satisfied exhale, their breaths mingling for a moment before Prussia pulled away.
"Good morning to you, too," Canada responded with a fond smile which caused the boyish smile that the blonde secretly loved to spread across his lover's face.
"I got breakfast for us," Prussia said, pressing a kiss to the tip of Canada's nose before removing himself from the smaller man and going over to the nightstand.
Fortunately, the food was still quite warm and the pale man grabbed the tray, returning to the bed in time to see creamy skin disappear under a large maple leaf printed T-shirt. Toned legs could still be seen, so Prussia didn't count it as a total lost. Instead, he smiled as the other propped his pillow up to lay back on, waiting expectantly for the meal with a slightly less red face. He placed the tray on the bed first, and then climbed in next to the maple loving nation before dragging the tray between them.
Canada picked up the heart shaped toast and raised an eyebrow at the other, the albino shrugged and averted his eyes, but the blonde could easily see the blush crawling up the other's pale neck. Internally going gaga over how cute his lover could be, Canada reached over the tray to give the taller man a brief but passionate kiss.
"Hmmm," the Western country hummed. "Happy Valentine's Day, Gilbert."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Matthew," Prussia returned the sentiment with a goofy smile, and then passed over the butter knife so the blonde could spread the jelly. He picked up a boiled egg for himself which he proceeded to peel.
The two ate in silence for the most part, excluding the occasional comment on the food (apple Danishes were preferred over their cheese counterparts). When the last of the grapes were cleared away by playfully throwing them to be caught in the other's mouth, they decided to clean up before their scheduled couples massage class. There was a chance that the pair would use massage oils and they didn't want a mix of smells, so they showered. Together this time, because they still had an hour of free time and it wouldn't matter too much if they couldn't keep their hands to themselves.
When the pair finally left the steamy shower walls, they had 20 minutes until the class would start so they dressed quickly in casual clothes, and made their way to the appropriate deck where the class would be held. They found the room relatively easy enough (there was a big sign posted on the outside of the glass doors after all), and as soon as the two of them entered, they were each handed large silk white robes and told to go change in the back.
Once inside the dressing room they could see other male countries in various stages of undress. Russia helped his lover China tie the sash around the Asian's thin waist. Norway was berating Denmark for peeking at his nude form, to which the cocky blonde responded that it wouldn't be a problem if they could just have sex already. Spain for once didn't seem to have a problem, him and South Italy were sending each other not-so-secret smiles while pulling on their own white robes.
Canada and Prussia didn't waste any time, undressing quickly before trying on the complementary robes and holding hands as they walked back out into the 'classroom'. As soon as the pair stepped through the door, they were given a small square piece of paper with the number 6 on it. They were told to go to the section that displayed their number. After figuring out that there was an order to the rows, they found their section with ease. The 'sections' were just parts of the room that were being separated by rice paper screens. They could see shadows of the other couples, but not the full profile. Low conversations could still be heard until a flowery voice interrupted them.
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to this couples massage class. This class will teach you how to be closer with your partner through nonsexual touching." Someone groaned about being in the wrong class and there were a few snickers, but the instructor continued on as if there wasn't an interruption.
"This class prepares your for an important role in your relationship...the role of the Alleviator. It is a mutual role, just like everything else in an relationship, to show trust and equal footing. Now to start, I want you to face you partner." There was silence that was only broken by the rustle of silken fabric as everyone did as instructed. "Good, now we shall start with something easy: both of you at once stroke your lover's neck."
There were even more snickers and one brave soul outright laughed, but it was clear that everyone followed the instructions. Prussia raised an eyebrow at the female's wording but then shrugged, scooting a little bit closer to Canada so they could reach each other without strain.
"Lightly brush your fingers against their neck," the disembodied voice guided. Giggles filled the air from some of the more ticklish nations, but for the most part everyone was getting into the exercise. Canada was blushing a nice shade of red as the pads of the albino's fingered sent shivers down his spine. Is was supposed to be nonsexual, yes?
"Excellent, on to the shoulders. Don't be afraid to put a bit of pressure on," the flowery voice continued, urging the couples on. Prussia stared adoringly into violet eyes when he felt the dainty hands dig into his deltoid muscles pleasantly. It felt really good, maybe a little too good if the familiar twitch under the silk fabric was any indication. It was supposed to be nonsexual, right?
"Now, you will take turns: one of you stroke the other's arms for a moment and then massage the palms." Canada bit back a moan when pale hands trailed up and down his arms before taking his hands, thumbs circling in a familiar way. Others were not as courteous and a few moans mingled in the air, intensifying the already arousing atmosphere.
"Switch." A simple command followed without hesitation. Prussia groaned under his breath at the other's teasing touches that left him wanting more than light brushes along his arms.
"One of you turn around, it's time to massage the scalp. Remember firm, but gentle." Canada didn't even bother to hide the moans now, especially when his curl was brushed up against.
"Switch."
The class continued on as such, covering every part of the body down to the feet, and though it was supposed to remain nonsexual in nature, it was simply against biology to be touched intimately by your lover and have no such response. Although, it was agreed that everyone felt a sort of...lightness after the class ended. As if any issues that had stressed them previously was gone, the tension rubbed out of their bodies by their lovers.
Alleviated.
Exiting the massage room, the group of lovers split. One half to explore the cruise ship a bit more, and the other half went back to their rooms to relief themselves of the reactions brought out from their partner's touch. Prussia and Canada decided that a swim was in order to cool themselves down, and stopped by their room briefly to grab their swimming trunks before heading to the pool deck.
The nationless albino wasted no time cannonballing into the deep end while his shy lover silently slipped in, floating slowly down before shooting back up to the surface when his feet touched the bottom. Canada waded underwater over to a more shallow side until he could comfortable stand in the water and then whipped his head back, a spray of water following the blonde strands in a beautiful arch.
A wolf whistle caught the North American nation unaware, and he visibly jumped. He calmed down, though, when a familiar 'kesese' reached his ears, his lover having a unique laugh.
"No need to have a heart attack, Vögelchen," Prussia said making his way over to the blonde. "It should be me having heart palpitations after that sexy show you just put on."
Canada blushed when he caught the smirk the taller man sent him. He didn't think he did anything that garnered that type of reaction, but his albino lover was always like that. Complimenting him on the littlest of things, and though he wasn't used to the treatment, Canada loved it all the same. He was going to say something, thank you perhaps, but a yell interrupted the moment."Hey! You guys feel like playing water volleyball?" Denmark, clad in black and red trunks, shouted to the pair, tossing a tri-colored volleyball up and down in his hands with a challenging smirk on his handsome face. The two lovers shared a look, slow smiles etching across their faces. Oh, how they loved a good challenge.
"You're on!" Prussia yelled back, taking a hold of Canada's hand and dragging his more than willing lover over to where the rest of the countries had gathered.
In the end, they were split up into two teams of 4: Prussia, Canada, South Korea and Taiwan vs Denmark, Norway, Lithuania and Belarus. America sat off to the side in his stars and stripes printed trunks as the referee. With a shrill sound of a whistle in the air, the game started, the elegant Taiwan giving an impressive serve to the other team, Norway returning it, and Prussia after that. There were a few times when Denmark would dive for the ball and end up face planting the water instead. There were also times when the glare of the sun hid the ball from sight only for it to be seen when it was seconds from a player's face and too late to stop it.
All in all it was a really fun and really close game, with each team scoring point after point after point, until finally the tie between them broke when Belarus spiked the ball right between South Korea and Canada, effectively ending the game. The teams met under the tent to shake hands for a game well played, and then it was decided they would eat lunch together. So with towels draped around their necks, the group traveled to the where the lunch buffet was being held in the main dining hall.
After piling their plates, the group occupied one of the larger tables in the room, chatting about old times and catching up on current events while eating. South Korea dotted on Taiwan the whole time, making the Asian country blush prettily and there was one point where Norway stormed from the table after a offhandedly perverted comment from Denmark, leaving the spikey haired blonde to run after the other apologizing profusely. The rest of the group laughed at their expanse, and then decided to go their separate ways. Since they were already in their swimming trunks, Canada found it fitting to try out one of the Jacuzzis and Prussia readily agreed.
The pair made their way to where they knew one of heated pools were held. Without knocking, Canada opened the door and then immediately shut it when a loud moan and splashing water reached his ears from within. Face burning, he turned away from the incriminating door and walked tensely away from the muffled sounds. Prussia followed with barely contained snickers before a glare silenced him (Although, the effect was somewhat dampened by the red in the other's face). After a few minutes they came across another room marked for a Jacuzzi. Lesson learned, the blonde knocked on the door first, and when no one responded, opened the door.
Indeed, the inside was clear of any couples locked in an intimate embrace, so the Western country let out a sigh of relief, hanging up his towel on a nearby hook. Afterwards, he took the time to look around. It was dimly lit inside the room, and even then the steam from the Jacuzzi limited visibility as well. There was movement beside him and then the blonde felt Prussia slip his hand into his own before he was drawn towards the small heated pool. He shivered once his skin hit the almost too hot waters, one leg at a time until he was in waist deep. There was a built in bench so they both sat down, the waters now rumbling pleasantly against their collarbones. Canada let out a satisfied hum and Prussia grunted in agreement.
It was heaven.
The maple loving nation had his eyes closed after the first few minutes, so he didn't suspect the albino's intentions until a large hand was trailing up between his thighs. Amethyst orbs snapped opened when he felt the appendage move towards his inner thighs and closer to his nether regions.
"Gilbert!" Canada hissed, moving the wandering hand away shyly. His mind flashed back to the earlier incident which caused him to blush. "We just almost walked in on someone else."
"Well yeah, I think they had the right idea," Prussia replied, fingers returning this time to the other's thigh, drawing unrecognizable shapes along the long limb.
"Gil-" the blonde started to warned, but was cut off by a quick intake of breath. Those fingers had slipped into his trunks and wrapped around him in a firm grip. Instead of closing his legs to discourage his lover to cease their indecent activities, the North American nation found himself widening his stance, making the strokes come that much easier.
"Yes?" the taller man inquired with a smug smirk.
"Oh..w-we really sh-shouldn't..." Were the words that tumbled from Canada's lips, but his action were the complete opposite. His back arched after a particularly hard squeeze, and the albino immediately latched onto the exposed buds, warm and wet from the heated waters. "W-we can't...it's not..." Canada tried once more, but by then his mind was already starting to turn to mush under Prussia's ministrations. When the other's mouth moved from his chest up to his neck, the shy nation tried to remember why he was protesting in the first place. Especially since his lover would always make him feel so good.
Making up his mind (and internally apologizing to anyone who might walk in), the blonde skillfully maneuvered out of his swimming trunks and then wove his hands into white hair, dampening the locks with drops of water. With a small amount of force, he tugged the head up from his neck and then slanted his lips against the other's, tongues immediately coming out to dance a slow tango. After a moment, in a rare show of dominance the shy nation took the lead, pushing the other away back towards the edge. Surprised, but far from unwilling, Prussia let himself fall back and watched intensively as the other mounted him, scooting closer until their members met underwater, not realizing until then that they both were relieved of clothing.
Their reattached lips muffled the gasp that was emitted at the sensation of their flesh sliding along one another. It was maddening that no matter how close they pressed up against each other, it never seemed be enough. They were chest against chest, arms wrapped around one another and mouths molding against each other's. Soon, however, they would be connected in the best of ways.
A finger circled Canada's entrance meaningfully, and at the smaller man's nod, Prussia slipped in one finger with utmost care. Water really wasn't the best lubricant, but it was all they had so he had to be careful. Canada winced a bit at the pain, but it wasn't agonizing. He knew by the slow movements that the pale man was trying hard to make sure he wasn't in pain and he was grateful. Once the finger started to slid in and out with more ease, another finger was added, and another after that until the blonde felt he was ready enough and removed the fingers himself.
Then, under the other's unwavering amethyst gaze, Prussia felt himself being drawn into a tight pulsating heat, making the Jacuzzi seem obsolete. The albino choked back a whine from the sensation, and he would have closed his eyes as well to try to keep his mind in order, but he didn't want to look away from the ethereal sight his lover made. Flushed cheeks, water droplets trailing down his skin, and eyes half lidded.
Beautiful.
Canada released a breath he didn't even realize that he was holding when he finally sat flush against the other's thighs. He took in a few shaky breaths while Prussia kept rubbing his lower back, pressing kisses to his collarbone. The North American nation smiled through the slight pain at his lover's concern, but it really wasn't that bad, and he knew the pleasure would follow soon enough.
The blonde started slow, his hips moving to an inaudible beat with slight hitches of his breath and the splash of waters around them as the lyrics, and this time a whine did escape Prussia's lips. After a few teasing moments, Canada rose from his perch, the muscles in his thighs bunching from the effort, before he dropped back down, moaning lowly as he did so. He repeated the action a few times changing his angle slightly until that spot in him that made stars dance across his vision was hit, and then the blonde started up a slow steady pace.
There were no words uttered between them except for the occasional praise to the other in their native tongue. Instead moans and groans became their way of communication; the primitive sounds told one another what they liked and if they wanted more. It was only when his Canada's legs had finally given out, that the albino took over, hugging the Western country's torso tightly and using that as an anchor to drive slowly up into his lover with deep, sure thrusts until they both came with choked gasps of each other's name.
Gasping for breath, the pair stayed in their positions, bodies shaking slightly from the intensity of their orgasms, and the hot of the waters almost painful against their oversensitive skin. Canada slumped bonelessly against Prussia's chest and his lover laid his cheek against his blonde hair.
"I want you to meet my kids," the albino spoke into the open air.
Canada went stiff in the other's arms, and slowly withdrew from the pale chest he was leaning against. "Kids?" he questioned, his tone incredulous. Last time he checked the other didn't have micro-nations running around. Unless...un-unless he had a human lover! The shy nation started to squirm, uncomfortable now with that though, and his actions caused the other to slip out of him.
"Yeah, my middle school kids from the art class I'm teaching," Prussia explained, and the blonde stopped his squirming. Once the words registered in his mind he laughed at his own paranoia before settling back into muscled arms.
"Oh, those kids."
"Wait...what other kids would there be?"
"None," Canada said, a little too quickly he realized and tried to correct himself. "I mean, you could have...you know...with a human."
"You know?" Prussia teased. It never ceased to amaze him how innocent his angel could be, even after what had just transpired.
"Y-you know what I meant!" The blonde blushed, turning away from the nationless albino, but he still felt the vibrations of the other's laughter.
"I'm just messing with you, Vögelchen. And just so you know, I've never you know'd with a human. Well, I've you know'd plenty of times, but not you know'd, you know?"
"...Dummkopf."
"You love this awesome Dummkopf."
Violet eyes shined with happiness. "Yeah, I do." Before he could say anything more mushy, Canada went back to the topic at hand. "I'd love to meet your kids."
"Great because apparently I talk about you all the time and everyone wants to meet you anyway."
"Apparently?" Canada grinned and watched as his lover's already flushed face redden further.
"I might have mentioned you a few times."
"A few times?"
"Well, whenever I saw something that reminded me of you." The albino's cheeks was practically glowing at this point, and the maple loving nation internally melt at the adorable sight.
"And how often was that?" he pushed further until the other cracked.
"A lot," Prussia finally confessed, training scarlet eyes on the other. "I missed you so much."
It was Canada's turn to blush when his breath caught in his throat at the honest emotion behind the words. It was always a shock when he heard such sentiment come from the other. It was still hard for him to believe that he had somebody to love and most importantly be loved by. Sometimes it seemed too good to be true, and the Western country believed that he was just a passing fancy to the albino, easily discarded once the novelty wears off. But then the other would say things like that and any doubt the blonde had would be forced from his mind immediately.
"I missed you, too," he finally choked out, his throat constricting in a familiar way.
"Oh, you told me," Prussia said with a soft teasing smirk, his hand reaching up to lightly brush against the blonde's lone curl. "Kind of sad I missed the show."
And just like that the heavy emotions that were mixed in with the already stuffy atmosphere was dissipated as Canada's chime-like laugh replaced it. When the laughter subsided, the North American nation bit his lip playfully and glanced at the pale man from beneath his lashes.
"Maybe next time." Laughter threatened to escape the blonde's lips once more when he caught the wide-eyed look of awe his lover sported.
"Are you serious? Please, tell me you're serious," Prussia begged and received only a mysterious smile as an answer. "I'm going to assume you're serious," he warned. "Because that means...you would be...I'd see..." The fantasies played out across his mind rapidly. His angel spread out on his bed invitingly with his blonde hair laying around his head like a halo. His bright amethyst eyes would be like spotlights on him as one hand slowly crept towards that stand alone curl-
With a fond roll of his eyes, Canada pulled Prussia out of his mind and towards himself. They exchanged lazy kisses for a few more minutes before they decided it was time to go, and after pulling their trunks back on, they dried off with the towels they brought in and then headed back to their rooms to shower and change. There was a ballroom dancing class that they really wanted to attend that was scheduled to start within the hour and they wanted to dress appropriately.
Just before they went off to their lesson, they decided it was a good time to exchange gifts. Not that the other knew that he was also receiving a gift, so it was a nice surprise for both when the other mentioned a Valentine's Day gift that they wanted to give. Feeling a bit silly, but doing it anyway they hid the gifts behind their backs and counted to three before revealing them at the same time.
Imagine the utter shock on both of their faces when they saw the exact same gift in each other's hands with a few variations. Blushing, they traded the custom made 1 foot plush teddy bears. Canada stared at his bear which was pure white with Prussia's eagle-embellished flag sew onto the stomach. Prussia did the same with his own blonde bear that bared his lover's signature red and white maple leaf flag. The pair shared another sweet kiss and exchanged holiday sentiments before placing their bears side by side on the bed for them to stay as they went off to the ballroom.
There were only 3 other couple's who came to the class. The newly engaged Spain and South Italy, the sweet South Korea and Taiwan, and the ever-bickering England and France. They shared greetings before the instructors appeared and welcomed the class.
"This class is to teach you and your partner how to move as one with each other along with the music," the male said simultaneously talking and swaying with an inaudible rhythm with his female partner, the two moving along one another like mating snakes. That got everyone's attention well enough. "First, we will start without the music and just learn to read each other's body signals. So face each other, please."
The small group of lovers did as they were instructed, smiling at each other across the distance of a few feet.
"Now, what you are going to do is something called the Mirror exercise. As it indicates, you will mirror your partner to the best of your abilities. Start whenever you feel the need."
If most found it difficult to mirror each other's movements, Canada and Prussia had no such qualms. It was strangely easy to move with one another, from the simple movement of the limbs to the more complex twisting and turning of the whole body. Eventually it turned silly when someone started to twerk (Prussia just had to try) causing the blonde to giggle uncontrollably until both instructors gave them a stern look.
"Okay, that's good," the female instructor clapped after a moment of watching the newlyweds do the robot in perfect synchronization. "We can move on to the actual dancing. Simple steps first, of course."
Well, simple steps turned into more complicated steps which turned into even more complicated steps until nearly 2 hours had gone by and the two instructors where smiling proudly at the results.
"Excellent, very good job everyone," the male instructor's voice filled the room. "Let's try it with some music, yes?" He didn't wait for an answer and signaled his partner to start the music system. After a slight pause the sound of a guitar starting playing softly and then the romancing voice of Ed Sheeran rang out.
When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?
Just like they had practice, the lover's came together after walking slowly forward as if drawn by a magnet. Then they embraced, wrapped up in each other's arms like the didn't want to ever let go. They separated briefly, but as if there really was an invisible magnet, they skillfully spun back to each other again. Playfully, they matched one another's step, forward, backwards and sideways, moving almost as fluidly as snakes. Finally, they 'caught' each other and embraced once more.
So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
They used each other like props, swinging around the other and being swung, leading and being led. It was a mutual dance which tempo sped up and slowed down in abnormal intervals, creating a beautifully chaotic dance between lovers. It was an exact semblance of relationships in life. Giving, receiving, working side-by-side and such. At times it even seemed as if their partners were an extension of themselves.
'Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen
And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory
I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Prussia stared lovingly at his angel who moved as if he were born to dance, hips swaying, body undulating, and movements teasing. Whenever they would separate, even if it were only for a moment, the albino would feel the cold absence as if it had been years, but then they would join as one once more and the warmth would come back instantly. So this was love? Who would have thought that an unwanted dinner invitation would lead to one of the best things in his life?
Maybe it's all part of a plan
Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand
Canada routinely glanced at his lover as they danced, reviling in the way strong arms spun him, twirled him, and just held him. It filled him with joy to know that they were so comfortable with one another for them to dance as one being. Was it because of love? Love. What a funny thing to the blonde who had resigned himself to being forever alone. Who would have thought that one of his brother's plans for working towards World Peace would lead to one of the best things in his life?
So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
In that moment in time the two of them could see themselves decades and decades from now, and although personifications of countries can't age or grow old, they would still mature through the many world events to come, and they would do it together (even if it were only from the sidelines). It was amazing to think about how far the pair had come in their relationship in just 3 short months. They may have met by chance, or maybe it was fate. Who knows, and honestly, who cares? They have each other now and they will never let go.
Not when they have something to be joyful for.
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are
And that's the end of it, Chick-a-dees. It was fun, writing about my OTP, and I'm so happy that everyone liked it. I'm totally doing a bonus chapter for this fic about Prussia's job (can you say Sexy Sensei?), but that won't happen for a while. I have Hetalia Host Club and Familiar to update after all.
*The couple's massage was inspired by the movie Blended with Adam Sandler and Drew Berrymore (Gawd, I love those two), and I used some of the dance moves in Ed Sheeran's video as a basis for the couple's movements
Reviews are much appreciated