Thanks to Myrna Maeve, thenameyouforgot, Mondmaedchen and ScandinavianTrash for reviewing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
PruPol: Heels
"It's easy," Gilbert said.
"Like, you have no idea what you're talking about," Feliks said. "High heels are totally not easy to walk in."
"You wear them all the time. And women wear them all the time too."
"Like, I only wear them for special occasions."
The argument lasted for a while, before Feliks decided on a way to settle the argument once and for all.
"Alright then," Feliks said. "Like, if you think they're so easy to walk in, then try dancing in them."
"Is that a challenge?" Gilbert asked.
"Like, you totally bet it is!"
"Alright. What do I get if I win?"
"Like, what do you want?"
Gilbert looked thoughtful for a moment, before he smirked.
"I want you to spend an entire day dressed in a chicken costume," Gilbert said.
Feliks winced.
"Fine," Feliks said. "But, like, if I win, then you're totally taking me out shopping, and you're paying."
This time it was Gilbert's turn to wince, but he nodded his head.
"Fine," Gilbert said. "Bring me your highest pair of high heels."
Feliks raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.
A few minutes later had Feliks watching with an amused expression as Gilbert tried to get the shoes on.
"Like, having problems?" Feliks asked.
"Your feet are too small," Gilbert commented.
"Like, that's why I brought a pair with straps. Like, they're adjustable."
Gilbert continued to struggle with the shoes, until he finally managed to get them on.
"See?" Gilbert said. "I'm so awesome."
Feliks rolled his eyes, and he watched anxiously as Gilbert made his way to his feet. He noticed that Gilbert was standing shakily, and the other's eyes widened for a moment.
Suddenly, Feliks had a bad feeling about it.
"Okay," Gilbert said. "Why don't you put on some music, and I'll show you my awesome dance moves."
Feliks had a bad feeling about this, but he took out his phone and chose a nice song to dance to. Gilbert smirked, before he started to move.
Feliks jumped as Gilbert tumbled to the floor, howling in pain. Feliks was immediately by Gilbert's side as the other grabbed his left ankle.
"Like, I told you that it's hard to wear them," Feliks said.
"S-shut up," Gilbert said. "Verdammt, I think I twisted my ankle."
After helping Gilbert onto the couch Feliks took off the shoes, before examining the injured ankle, making Gilbert wince in pain.
"Like, you need some ice," Feliks said, before he made his way to the kitchen. "Don't move!"
Feliks returned with an icepack, and Gilbert jumped when the cold ice made contact with his ankle.
"Careful," Gilbert said.
"Like, you should have listened to me," Feliks said. "Now, give me your credit card."
"What?"
"Like, you lost, and just because you can't come with me doesn't mean I won't totally do my shopping. I'll be sure to get you something for your ankle while I'm out."
Gilbert pouted, but he told Feliks where to get his credit card. He knew that Feliks wouldn't take too long, but he still needed to punish him for his stupidity.
"This is so unawesome," Gilbert whined.
The prompt was: 'Person A and Person B of your OTP are arguing about whether or not it's easy to wear high-heel shoes. Person A, who's worn heels a lot, says it's hard, while B insists that it must be easy. So, A challenges B to try dancing in heels. B accepts, and immediately falls and twists their ankle.'
I originally considered using one of the female nations, but none of them would be as sassy as Poland, and Prussia would be arrogant enough to start an argument against someone that knows what they're talking about. This pairing was just too perfect for it.
And that classmate of mine that's a vanillashipper… She's starting to come around. When I told her about this pairing she immediately agreed that it could work, and once I explained the plot she was all for it. There are a few other pairings I listed that she agreed with, instead of going 'no, no, no.'