Author's Note: This is my Hetalia crackship, and I love it something fierce.
Camera: PrussiaxSwitzerland
"Get the hell away with that," Switzerland snapped and shoved the camera from his face. He reached for the rifle on the side of his bed as a threat.
Prussia grinned, pulling the camera away; but not before sneaking one quick photograph of the irritated nation. He was straddled over Switzerland, the bed creaking under the pressure of his knees as he shifted. "Sorry Switzerland. Would you rather have a picture or something else?" He turned the camera around toward himself and snapped another photo.
Sliding down in a laying position next to Switzerland, Prussia rested his head on his hand and showed Switzerland the picture he'd just taken on the digital camera. "This one is pretty awesome, it can't be denied. I could get it printed, blown up, and framed for your wall."
"Oh for Christ's sake!" It was, of course, a photo of Prussia. A devious smirk on his face and his shirtless chest were the two most prominent aspects of the image. "Just turn the damn thing off or I'm pulling my gun into the bed." He paused for effect. "And I won't put the safety on."
Prussia shrugged, pushing the 'off' button and lowering his head so he was on Switzerland's level. "True. There's no need for a picture when you've got the real thing."
Switzerland smacked him and then kissed him.