Also, Your Tourists Suck [Fanfic]
Title: Also, Your Tourists Suck
Author: Me,freakanature88
Fandom: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Characters: Romano, Prussia, Austria
Pairings: Prussia/Austria (lightly)
Rating: PG-13 (for slight sexual references)
Warnings: Randomness and implied sexual acts!
Summary: Romano pays a late-night visit to Prussia for a very strange reason.
Notes: I blame my Prussia for this... that is all...
“A-ah. Gilbert, I would prefer you not touch me there.”
“Kesesese. You say that now, Roddy, but I know you’ll think differently in a minute.”
“G-Gilbert… Aaaah…”
Lovino heard the moaning coming from Gilbert’s room. And he saw the cravat tied to the doorknob - quite probably Roderich’s - but this did not stop the Italian for even the slightest of moments. Neither did the locked door, actually, and he didn’t even really remember picking the lock. Within moments of approaching the door, though, he was walking inside the room to the chorus of startled gasps and a very loud, “WHAT THE HELL?!”
Waving a hand and not even looking at the two on the bed, Lovino walked to the dresser in the corner of the room. “Don’t mind me, assholes. I’m just here to get some socks. Ffff… why is your drawer such a fucking mess, potato bastard’s brother?” The Italian had deftly started to search through one of the drawers while a mortified Roderich hid under the covers and Gilbert smacked his own forehead in agitation.
“Lovi, I’m kind of busy, in case you couldn’t t--”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in just a minute. Jesus, you have two of your fucking birds trapped in here!” Lovino pulled out the little chirping creatures and set them on top of the dresser. They didn’t look any the worse for wear, so it was likely they hadn’t been in there for very long. “You’re a terrible owner.”
Socks now firmly in hand, Lovino turned and actually smirked at Gilbert. “I left you a present, idiota. A coloring book. It’s got moose or something in it. Have fun.” And with that, he left the room, deftly locking the door behind himself.
The long silence that fell in the room was finally broken by an incredulous question. “He keeps his socks in your drawer?”
Sighing and flopping back on the bed, Gilbert shrugged at the ceiling. “He’s Italian…”
Author: Me,freakanature88
Fandom: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Characters: Romano, Prussia, Austria
Pairings: Prussia/Austria (lightly)
Rating: PG-13 (for slight sexual references)
Warnings: Randomness and implied sexual acts!
Summary: Romano pays a late-night visit to Prussia for a very strange reason.
Notes: I blame my Prussia for this... that is all...
“A-ah. Gilbert, I would prefer you not touch me there.”
“Kesesese. You say that now, Roddy, but I know you’ll think differently in a minute.”
“G-Gilbert… Aaaah…”
Lovino heard the moaning coming from Gilbert’s room. And he saw the cravat tied to the doorknob - quite probably Roderich’s - but this did not stop the Italian for even the slightest of moments. Neither did the locked door, actually, and he didn’t even really remember picking the lock. Within moments of approaching the door, though, he was walking inside the room to the chorus of startled gasps and a very loud, “WHAT THE HELL?!”
Waving a hand and not even looking at the two on the bed, Lovino walked to the dresser in the corner of the room. “Don’t mind me, assholes. I’m just here to get some socks. Ffff… why is your drawer such a fucking mess, potato bastard’s brother?” The Italian had deftly started to search through one of the drawers while a mortified Roderich hid under the covers and Gilbert smacked his own forehead in agitation.
“Lovi, I’m kind of busy, in case you couldn’t t--”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be out in just a minute. Jesus, you have two of your fucking birds trapped in here!” Lovino pulled out the little chirping creatures and set them on top of the dresser. They didn’t look any the worse for wear, so it was likely they hadn’t been in there for very long. “You’re a terrible owner.”
Socks now firmly in hand, Lovino turned and actually smirked at Gilbert. “I left you a present, idiota. A coloring book. It’s got moose or something in it. Have fun.” And with that, he left the room, deftly locking the door behind himself.
The long silence that fell in the room was finally broken by an incredulous question. “He keeps his socks in your drawer?”
Sighing and flopping back on the bed, Gilbert shrugged at the ceiling. “He’s Italian…”