Well FrUK. I had a whole thing typed up, ranting about where we've been and all my busy shit, but I deleted it somehow. I don't feel like retyping it. Anyways, I had awesome epic fun at AFO, planning for another con in October and hopefully with have my uniform for Prussia made and be in a Hetalia panel. Oh and shameless self endorsement http : / / black-hayate13 . deviantart . c o m /art/ Looking- Towards- Better-Days -175190386 Hee XD Anyways, enjoy this god damn chapter cause I HATE IT. It took too long.

Chapter Sixteen: Hit and Miss

"And then, and then!" The giddy Spanish voice continued, telling his tale with the same sort of vocabulary and sentence structure of a child whilst he hugged his friend. It had begun normal enough, this day in the German household. Spain appeared at their door a little before noon to visit with his bud Prussia while Germany went about doing some light cleaning. It was beginning to get colder, so he necessitated changing out sheets and comforters and drapes to thicker fabrics for the upcoming winter season. All the while the voice of Spain glided through the house in clear giggles.

"Oh Gil, he was so cute! I don't think I've ever heard him say dame un beso before!" The man had gone on a first date with his new love Romano, and could not stop from gushing about it to Gilbert as he probably already had or was planning to with his other friend France. A foreboding feeling had begun in Germany's gut. Date…

"You have such a demanding brat," Prussia laughed, shaking his head. Only Spain could find that kid appealing. "So when you guys gonna fuck?"

Already he had begun to go off on another tangent compromised solely of the adorableness that his Romano embodied when Prussia spoke up and effectively shut him up so the Spaniard could whine. "Stop asking that!"

"But I'm curious how he acts in bed!" Prussia whined right back.

"I am too!" Oh how Spain sometimes wondered what sort of lover Romano could be, thinking maybe he could see a hint of it whenever they kissed deeply. Whimpering he nuzzled into Prussia's shoulder. "Both you and Franny keep asking. It's mean."

With a laugh, Prussia pat Spain's head. Wasn't the answer to his troubles obvious? "Then why don't you just seduce him into bed already?"

"Because! I'm happy as it is now. I know my own hand quite a bit better, but still." All Prussia ever seemed to talk about was sex. Who was worse, him or France? It was sad when one couldn't tell.

Instantly, laughter filled the room as Prussia leaned against his friend, shaking and close to tears with his snickers. "Aww poor Toni!" He cooed, pinching his friend's cheek.

Did France and Prussia get together and plot out to react to Spain's problems the same exact way? It would appear that way. His cheeks weren't pinchable! Romano's were. "Neeh, stop! Have you ever even gone on a date with Luddy?"

All teasing action ceased as Prussia sighed and slumped back in his seat. "No..."

... Woah. Spain had just said that for Prussia to leave him alone and start telling his own stories. Never had it occurred to him that the two hadn't gone out. "... Really?"

"Well no... Never really thought to before now..."

Never thought to? Never thought to go out on a date with your lover? Spain was supposed to be the idiot of the group and he couldn't comprehend the sheer stupidity of this! "But that's what couples do!"

Prussia shrugged and frowned in thought. "Well we hang here and isn't the point of a date it to get to know someone better or something? Besides, we can have sex without dates!"

"Dates are to have fun with the person and spend time with them! Old people still go on dates after years of marriage, don't they?"

"Hm suppose so..." Prussia jumped to his feet and ran to find Germany. "West! Let's go on a date."

That feeling in his gut from before? With those words it was multiplied by a hundred. Cautiously the blond turned from his place before the washing machine. "Was?"

"Let's go on a date!"

Being casual was not one of Germany's strong points, but he could make an attempt. He turned back to his folding atop the dryer once the washer had started. "Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

Prussia grinned and hung on his blond lover. "Because Toni had tons of fun on his date so I want to go on one too!"

"Spain is easily entertained, you should know that. Of course he enjoyed himself."

"Kesese!" Prussia placed his hands on his hips and announced proudly, "Romano had fun."

"... You know this how?" Raising a brow, Germany finally turned a blue eye back to Prussia. There was no way he had heard this firsthand. Hardly could he imagine Romano admitting to having a good time, least of all to Prussia, France probably being the only one worse.

"Antonio said so, duh."

"It could be wishful thinking on his part," he muttered then returned to folding. A date did not sound appealing in the least to Germany. Going shopping together and living as a couple at home was fine, but anything more public than that... That was getting into a world of embarrassment in his mind.

Feeling a bit ignored, Prussia jumped up onto the dryer and sat on Germany's folding job. "As if! There's no way Romano would demand a kiss and play around if wasn't having a good time."

Sighing, Germany crossed his arms. At times it wasn't even worth arguing over the albinos antics. They were his clothes anyway. "So because the two of them had fun going out now you want to as well?" He shook his head, "that's a fair bit of assuming."

"What's wrong with trying new stuff?"

"Our current state of affairs is doing us well, why change it?"

With a roll of his eyes, Prussia sighed heavily. Jeez, wasn't West supposed to be the smart one of the couple? "I'm not saying to change anything. I'm saying let's do something fun and new together!"

And another excuse thrown back at him. Germany had hoped Prussia would take it and drop this whole matter. No such luck. "..." Sigh, "what do you have in mind?"

"... Hey Antonio!" Prussia yelled as he jumped off the dryer and ran back to his friend. "What should we do for our date?"

From his spot on the floor playing with Aster Spain stopped to look up, lap and chest taken up by the hyperactive Golden. "What do you want to do?" He laughed. Who asked someone besides their significant other about plans for a date? Only his friends.

"I dunno, go out and drink? But that's nothing special. What's date stuff?"

"Just do something fun! Dancing, shopping, eating, movie. The whole point is to have fun, silly!" More Spanish laughter.

"Hm..." A smile returned to Prussia's face as he ran back to Germany. "Let's go out to eat and see a movie!"

Oh the faint twitch of his brow Germany gave. Yes, ask others about their relationship. "Whatever you want," 'so this can blow over,' internally before going back to his laundry.

"Sweet!" Grinning brightly, Prussia winked and turned on his heels. "You better be ready tonight~"

"Tonight?"

"Kesese! You said whenever I want!" With a wave over his shoulder, Prussia was on his way back to his friend, leaving behind a momentarily befuddled German. Then, it was a sighing one. What had Germany gotten himself into this time?

That night, the German household was a quite one. There were no Prussian whines drifting through the hallways and no heavy German sighs filling the air. Only the soft, quiet breathing of sleeping animals disrupted the otherwise silence of the dark house. The men that lived in the humble home were out in the city, for the first time under such pretenses.

Prussia had been shopping with his brother countless of times, be it clothing shopping, grocery shopping, or dragging him to go porn shopping and tease him, but none of these trips ever held the title 'date.' There was something magical and somewhat nerve inducing about the word date. It held a promise of some fun once they got home, but also of public affection during their activities of said date. For a man like Germany, public displays of affection were like holy water to a demon. Since the beginning of their relationship, he had struggled and fought to keep the PDA to a minimum. He had been winning. Had been before this date.

Under the magic and allure of the word, Prussia would stop at nothing to make sure people around them knew they were together and on a date. Going from store to store, he kept their hands together, clung to Germany's waist, or linked arms, all with a determined death grip even his strong lover could not break out of. Every moment Germany's defenses went down in the slightest, Prussia would sneak a peck on the cheek or the lips, snickering proudly like a child would after pulling a successful prank. To say the least, the albino was enjoying their date so far.

And he would be the only one. That single little word turned this entire outing into Germany's living hell. PDA was his holy water, and the disorganization was the shining cross in his face. In some areas of his life he could allow some dash of laxity, but this were few and far between. Always there was an internal schedule to how things should go and in what order. Going in and out of stores with no obvious systematic plan of the stores they stepped in on. Whenever they would usually go out it had a method and specific point to it. For food, for clothes. Now it was haphazard and nerve-wracking. Constant physical contact simply did not help his case. By the third store and what to him seemed the millionth stealthy kiss he wanted this to be over. Or to at least move on to dinner. And believe you me, he voiced this desire.

"Are you finished?" He asked, watching Prussia with a new sort of caution. "We should start thinking about eating."

"Hmm I suppose~" Prussia nuzzled into his date's side and smiled up at him. "Where would you like to go West?"

With his blush came the sliding of his gaze away from the albino's face. Gott, what was so important about hugging him outside of the house? And how could Prussia show this much strength in keeping his hold when he could never do a single chore at home?

"This was your idea, your choice," Germany replied.

To this a pout tugged on Prussia's face as he whined, "But I've been choosing everything! You choose!"

Oh now Germany had a choice? He half laughed. "Aren't you the one that goes out with your friends so often? Or is that really only to bars?"

"What do you think we do together? Go fine dining and wine tasting?" He burst into laughter at the thought of doing such things.

"At least eat out?" Of course he wasn't surprised, really. It was his friends that liked to ring up huge bills by going out when they met up, Italy scoping out the best and worst pasta/pizza places for the stock in his brain that left no room for anything else but other food items. "Lucky you."

"Eh. You still gotta choose West."

"Wunderbär," he quipped before he thought for a moment. A nearby cafe came to mind, sending his eyes out the windows of the store. Sure enough, he could catch its colors, even with his faintly blurred eyesight. "Alright... Now can you let me go?"

"Why can't we walk together?" Was the instant whine in response.

"We are together." He hadn't said they walk separately, had he? Yards away from each other, on different sides of the street. Germany had stopped questioning Prussia's sanity long ago.

"Well I mean together, me not letting go. Do you have somewhere in mind to go?"

"Ja. We can get there faster if you stop holding onto me like this."

Prussia laughed and nuzzled his date. "You're so silly West! We'll get there just as fast being all happy couple-like."

Not with how he was holding him they wouldn't. Walking was slowed on the German's part under the weight of the albino. A sigh. No explaining of his plight would get through to his date, he knew that now. "You're the 'silly' one," in a murmur as he left the store with the clinging Prussian.

"Was?" The albino snickered, following and clinging dutifully. "Heh, whatever you say West."

"I doubt you could hear me over your laughter as you seem to be enjoying this so much."

A loud and over dramatic gasp came from the albino as he stared at Germany with wide eyes. "You aren't having fun West?"

And the blue eyes looked away from the enlarged crimson ones. Was that something that resembled a gifted smile? "There are worse things I could be doing with my time I suppose," back to sharing his gaze, "I could stand for less physical contact though."

"Well that's your problem for being an attention-phobe."

Had it not been for their just entering the intended cafe there would have been more exchange on the subject. Instead Germany gave a shake of his head before the two men seated themselves and were soon given their menus and asked for their beverages of choice. Unsurprisingly, Prussia asked for a beer without a moments thought and turned his attention to the menu for food. With the other males request of water their waiter left them to decide on their orders, taking them later with the giving of both drinks.

Germany took a sip from his water then set it down and looked to Prussia across from him. "Have you decided what movie you want to see?"

"Isn't there some action thriller thing out now?" Prussia asked after a deep drink from his beer.

"I wouldn't know." And why would he? The extent of Germany's TV was the news and any documentaries he may hear about.

"Eh we'll just figure it out when we get there."

This increasingly devil-may-care attitude made Germany cringe within, but he just drowned the feeling with another drink of his water. This was what Prussia wanted. Every once in a while Germany could cave completely... Even if it was so very difficult. But what wasn't with the albino?

Dinner went relatively smooth once the food arrived. Prussia was too occupied eating to embarrass the German further with his affection. There a few instances he would take some from Germany's plate or try to feed him, but that was the extent of it. As they waited for their bill to come, the albino leaned over the table and planted a big kiss on Germany's lips. He winked as he sat back down and said, "Food is good an' all, but I was missing your taste~"

Naive, he had been naive to think he was safe from PDA here. And his naivety caused his forming blush then hidden by a hand. "Du bist hoffnungslos. Komisch und hoffnungslos."

A giant grin filled Prussia's face and he winked again. "Nope, I have hope for tonight."

Somehow Prussia's crudeness still managed to shock Germany after so many years. "Gott, Bruder," was all that came out from between his fingers.

"Kese. Giving me a preview for tonight?"

"Hardly," in a grumbled response.

It appeared as if Prussia may have continued but Germany's savior came in the form of the bill they had been waiting for which he quickly paid so he could stand. Salvation turned out to be Satan in disguise. The second they were on their way out of the restaurant, Prussia was attached to Germany once more. He was giving Italy a run for his money when it came to clingy-ness this night. And perhaps it was because of this likeness to his brunet friend that the hung upon blond eventually saw the futility in fending off this bout of neediness in his albino lover and took it in his swift German stride. If it had to be done, do it quickly.

When the couple came to the movie theater it was no hard feat to understand which film Prussia had been referring to. A group of men jumping from an explosion with guns in hand certainly was the poster for an 'action thriller' that Prussia would be interested in. Germany would probably just sit through the entire thing and note the bad effects and surrealism of them. It was just so, being forced to sit through bad movies with no concept of reality such as those with in-space battles sending off loud explosions. Was he the only one that knew there was no sound in space? Whatever the stupidity of this particular thriller would hold he bought the two tickets all the same so they could get inside. And as Prussia made no move to get popcorn, drinks, candy, whatever it is most people purchase at a movie theater – Germany couldn't even remember the last time he had been in one… - their reaching of their seats was that much quicker. It seemed this need to finish the date off hastily was granted… Just not how Germany would have expected.

As the theater filled with people, Prussia jabbered away about the ads on the movie screen and about their date so far. His talking only continued as the lights dimmed and the previews started. He commented on the actors, the plot, and laughed hysterically at anything funny. At first people put up with him, but a chorus of "shhhh" began. Finally the actually movie started and Prussia lowered his commentary to a strained whisper. "Fuck West, did you see that guy go flying! Kesese loser!"

All obliging the talkative, loud, annoyance with answers and comments and various actions that were responses to his antics was stopped with the beginning of the film. At least, all that were vocal. Instead Germany opted to glare fiercely at his date. He wasn't the only one.

Any and all annoyed spectators were ignored by the Prussia as he burst into maniacal laughter as a man was blown up, his head flying into the camera. "Sucker!"

"Gott, Bruder," Germany growled, "halt den Mund."

"Was? Warum? It's funny!"

Yes he was being asked why to not talk during a movie. Yes he was in love with a total retard. No Germany was not seriously regretting this date and telling himself he'd known it'd end bad. Of course he wasn't. "You're being loud," he hissed through his teeth.

"I'm no louder than the explosio- wow holy shit!" His attention was drawn back to the screen as he hissed to Germany, "You're distracting me from the movie West!"

It was hopeless, as most things were with the albino. At this point Germany just assured himself that this had to be a short movie. All it was was explosions and fight scenes and slow motion bullets. That couldn't last very long, could it? People wouldn't be to the extent of murderous rage towards Prussia when it ended. Or so he hoped. Yelling along with the movie was a tad more tolerable than talking through it. As the initial fight scenes died down to start developing the resemblance of a plot, Prussia leaned back in his seat and started jabbering to his date about the actors, then a scene in the movie, and then something totally unrelated that popped into his head.

If facial muscles could become buff the ones utilized in brow twitching surely would be getting there for Germany. Now he didn't even have to look at him to exude boiling anger. It was so great it did not increase but instead deflated faintly with the equal falling volume of the remaining popcorn in a bag nearly empty by the time said projectile met Prussia's shoulder, followed by more cordial requests that he shut the fuck up.

Naturally, said demands were ignored and Prussia jumped to his feet and looked around. "Who the fuck threw that?"

"Preußen," a hand to his wrist to pull him back down among the other voices demanding silence.

Prussia plopped back into his seat reluctantly and crossed his arms. "But West, I can't let that motherfucker get away thinking he can throw his shit at me!"

"You can to avoid a public brawl," Germany sighed.

He snorted in response and continued looking around the theater. "I don't care about that. I just want to kick his ass."

It was an endeavor of its own right to deal with Prussia in public, and sadly this was not the first time Germany had had to keep him from a fight in the streets. "Don't," he ordered flatly.

As usual, Prussia simply ignored the younger German and yelled, "Who's the douche that threw his shit at me?"

Oh God it was starting. "Who's the douche that won't shut his trap!" Someone called before they stood in a middle row to face the direction of Prussia's voice. By now people were annoyed enough to actually root for the second loud ass so he could go after the first one.

"I fucking am! Who the fuck are you to dictate whether I talk or not?"

"Just like everyone else that wants you to shove it!"

"Preußen."

"Well I don't give a fuck about you douches! I'm watching the fucking movie how I want!"

"Verdammt Bruder, don't-"

"You tryin' to start something bitch?"

"Fuck yeah! Cause I'm no bitch, that's for sure! I can kick your ass back into your mom's vagina!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Following the incredulous rhetorical question was the very man of its birth, a formidable foe indeed when he reached the Prussian. "You got anything behind that smack?"

Prussia snorted and stepped out of the row of seats to stand on the stairs in front of the guy. He crossed his arms haughtily and looked down, having made sure to be on a step higher than the guy, with a smug smirk. "I have more years in experience of kicking pansy ass than you can even begin to hope to comprehend."

Without paying much mind to the difference in level, bodily or in fighting ability, the man simply scoffed and slapped Prussia's chest with the back of both hands in a prodding gesture, daring him to attack. "Then why the hell have you not mopped the floor with me?"

"Oh you fucking-" Prussia growled as he lunged for the man, more than ready to go rolling down the stairs and to punch the shit out of this damned kid the entire way down. But what kind of brother would Germany be if he didn't get in the way of what the albino wanted? And he did so gladly, catching him by the shoulder to pull him back and away from the also geared up moviegoer.

"At this rate someone is going to-"

"Gentlemen?" Too late. A snitch of an audience member had called in the whole scene just in time for two employees to escort the loud mouth out of the theater and ask that he never come back. And now here Germany was, outside repeating the phrase of I told you so to himself a multitude of times.

"... Well fuck." Laughing awkwardly, Prussia looked up to Germany and shrugged "At least there's more than one theater nearby."

It wasn't a look of questioning his sanity, Germany already knew there was none to speak of, or one of shock at his actions, he had known it would end this way. Scratch that, he had known it would end badly. He had to hand it to his brother, he exceeded his expectations. No, it was just a blank sort of you're an idiot look. "Nein," he answered flatly with a shake off his head, instead picking the direction of home and taking it.

Laughter followed Germany as Prussia trotted to keep up, then attached to his arm. "Well since that's over, we'll be getting home earlier than planned..." He winked and licked his lips.

Another look, one of mild skepticism. It was short-lived. Of course, he shouldn't be surprised. Second shake of a German head in speechlessness.

Ever so slowly, Prussia traced circles in Germany's palm as they walked, his grin growing and growing. "You don't want to do anything when we get home, West?"

"... How can you be like this after that?" Making innuendos after a failed date... Only Prussia.

"Because I've been wanting to fuck all night?"

The question he'd been wanting to ask all night. "So what was the point of this?"

"Antonio made it sound fun!" Prussia brought his dates hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, eyes hazed. "But I think that's only because he doesn't know what real fun is."

It didn't take much to bring Germany from his passive annoyance. He just reacted a little less than normal, pulling his fingers away with lightly dipped brows.

"West~" The rejected albino whined, pulling the fingers back to nibble lightly on the tips. "Don't act as if you aren't in the mood."

"The mo-? I'm not!" Verdammt if he didn't stop that with his mouth...

Ever so slightly Prussia added suction to his bites, his eyes laughing.

"Halt!" Again Germany pulled his hand away, this time a blush adorning his face.

"But you don't want me to~" was cooed in response as pale lips met with Germany's ear and teeth nibbled on the lobe.

"Verdammt Bruder!" A hand flew up to shield his afflicted ear from its attacker. "We're not even home yet!"

"Who said we have to go home?" Prussia replied with a sly grin, pushing the blond towards an alley.

It was their first and last date.

End Chapter Sixteen

Because this one took us too damned long to right (*gigglesnort* So long Go-chan can't spell write right)! D(

School is really gonna slow us down people, sorry to say. As opposed to Haya's third this is my second week and already… Ugh. I have eight classes counting my Independent Study of Prussian History. Out of my seven real ones only one isn't AP. BLEGH.

… I would like to say though that I'm so pwnsome in European history that even while doing this on my phone I managed to win the game we'd been playing with multiple choice xD So maybe I shouldn't complain about that class. Considering the first time I opened the book the random page ended up having Frederick as the first word. Yes, I opened to a page on Fritz XD It's a sign!

And you know what else is a sign? THE CRAPPINESS OF HETALIAS ENGLISH DUB! GAH! It's a sign of how fail dubs always are xP I was ready to be turned on by Luddy's voice, I really was. HELL NO. Don't even get me started. He says verdammen instead of verdammt. Why is Germany speaking wrong German! And they change the freaking script too! Why the fuck is he talking to the stick in the English? That didn't happen originally! GAH! *rantrantraverave* *ish shot*

Du bist hoffnungslos. Komisch und hoffnungslos = You are hopeless. Strange and hopeless