Heh, been a while since I've updated.
Sorry if I'm such an inactivity fail. I keep procrastinating everything.
Sighing, Austria slapped the Prussian's attempts to sneak under his clothing. He was still flustered about what happened a few hours ago, and he was very conscious of what he did now. He carefully pushed the tray of unbaked sweets into the oven.
"Will you please stop pestering me?" Austria mumbled for the hundredth time. Prussia merely assumed his cocky smirk.
"You won't worry about me taking your vital regions, right?" He stretched on the nearby sofa. "Seeing as I have no liberty to take them." Austria bit his lip at the suggestion, but he noted the small melancholy in his tone. Austria closed his eyes and sighed.
"What was it like?" Austria inquired quietly. "Being, well, dissolved?" He turned to prepare tea as the silver haired man kept his silence.
"It wasn't painful." Prussia said softly. "It felt…empty. I used to feel my people; their thoughts, their awesomeness. I slowly felt them fade, until I barely can feel their presence." He thought about it for a moment. "I guess I felt…what's a good word for it?"
"Alone?" Austria blurted out. It seemed like the logical thing to say, right? Prussia shook his head.
"I guess I felt kinda weak." He concluded. "I mean, I love being alone, but I'm just used to feeling the strength of my men. In a way, I don't feel like a nation anymore; it feels sort of like I'm on my own." There was a long silence until Austria heard the small bell that signaled the cakes were ready.
"About time," Prussia grinned, resuming his hyper self. "I'm starving." He jumped off the sofa and made to grab the small tea cakes, but Austria dodged it swiftly.
"No, you aren't getting one." He snapped. "Since when have you ever asked properly?"
The ex-nation rolled his eyes. "You're such a priss, you know that?" He took three with one hand and sped off to his beloved piano room. Austria sighed and rubbed his temples; at least his vital regions were safe. But he stiffened when he realized where Gilbert was headed.
"Mein Gott…" Austria gritted his teeth; he chased him until he reached his beloved piano.
"GILBERT YOU'D BETTER NOT TOUCH MY PIA—"
"mmph?" Prussia's mouth was full with one whole tea cake. The other two was on a small plate Austria previously used to hold his tea cup. He slumped against the wall as he panted slightly.
"Anything wrong, priss?" Prussia asked innocently, after swallowing.
"No, as long as you didn't—" Austria stopped mid-sentence when he noticed something off about his piano. His eyes narrowed when he realized a small, shiny spot that was out of place. He approached it cautiously and took a closer look. There was a smudge of oil. Austria started to shake, and he clenched his fist together so hard, his knuckles turned white.
"Roddy?" The Prussian called out, as he put a hand on Austria's shoulder. "C'mon Specs, it's just a small smudge—"
He didn't need to say more as the pianist kicked him in the balls. Hard. Prussia doubled over as he struggled to get up.
"Shit," Prussia hissed. "What the hell was that for?" Austria was shaking head to toe as he glared at the German nation on the floor.
"You," He whispered in a quiet, deadly voice. "You had the nerve to—to—"
"So what if I touched your fucking piano!" Prussia retorted as he stood up. He dusted his jacket as he glared back. "Geez, Specs, you need to learn how to cool down."
It took all of Austria's patience to stand upright and not kick him again. "You. Will. Not. Touch. The piano. Again." He hissed vehemently, making sure the words sank in. The stupid dummpkopf never gave up trying to piss him off. Prussia put his hands up in resignation.
"Okay, okay specs," He sighed, "Getting all worked up for nothing." The Austrian sucked a deep breath.
"As long as you don't screw up anything." He warned. Gilbert chuckled humorlessly.
"You sound so much like him," He said quietly. Austria was quite surprised with his sudden change of tone. Sadly, curiosity got the better of him.
"Like who?" Austria asked. Prussia tried to look unconcerned, but Austria noted the faint bitterness written all over his face.
"….Ivan," He mumbled resentfully, as if the name itself left a bad taste in his mouth. Traces of Austria's anger faded away and were replaced with…guilt? No, it couldn't be. Why would he feel bad about the man in front of him?
"Anything you want?" He suggested half-heartedly. He pushed the bridge of his glasses up as Gilbert put up a lazy grin.
"Probably a cake next time," He decided, "But I think I'll go and crash my bed now." He gave a light peck on Roderich's cheek before he cackled and sped off. "See ya tomorrow, Roddy!" Roderich's cheeks grew red as he slowly realized what happened. He traced the spot Prussia touched with his lips.
"Idiot…" He mumbled before going back to cleaning his piano. He blushed to himself when he realized he didn't mind being kissed on the cheek. What the hell am I thinking...?
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Oh, and somebody give me suggestions on what happens next. xD I'm so clueless.