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"We were!" Veneziano said enthusiastically.
"You what?" Romano demanded. "That's it. Prussia, take me home. Wait. Scratch that. Get us some to-go boxes and take me home."
"Damnit, West," Prussia said loudly. "You set me up with a cute Italy of my own so that you can get some Italy tail, and then what do you do? You screw things up so that neither of us get any!"
"I thought you said that my relations with Italy were making me -- and I quote -- 'gooey'," Germany pointed out testily.
"That was before I had my own Italy to make relations with, if you know what I mean," Prussia said.
"That's it!" Romano yelled. "We're coming home right now. If you two are engaged in any -- any relations, I am chopping your potato balls off!"
The phone clicked off.
"Well, it'll take them at least twenty minutes to get back from the restaurant," Germany said, but Veneziano's eyes were brimming with tears.
"We ruined their date!" he wailed. "Now our brothers will never fall in love!"
Germany leaned forward to comfort Veneziano, wrapping his arms around the slighter boy, pressing his lips in a comforting kiss against Veneziano's forehead.
SPLAT.
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Just out of earshot, hidden behind a line of trees, Prussia and Romano crouched by their cooler of ice and water balloons. "That was a good one," Prussia said, eating from the to-go boxes he and Romano had ordered before leaving the restaurant half an hour ago.
"Thanks," Romano said, peering through the trees to make sure he hadn't been seen on his dash back to their hiding spot.
"And this stuff isn't half bad either," Prussia said, slurping down a long noodle.
"Don't eat it all," Romano scolded. "You actually need leftovers to convince them that we were at the restaurant. The potato bastard is thorough. He'll check."
"How come my brother gets a cool nickname and I don't?" Prussia demanded. "If we're going to go forth with Stage Two of the plan, I demand a cute pet name too, and Potato Bastard's Brother doesn't count."
"Potato Bastard is not a pet name," Romano said, sounding disgusted with the idea. "It's an insult."
"Yeah, but it's his special insult," Prussia said. "I don't have my own special insult. Or pet name. I want one."
Romano frowned at Prussia. "Fine."
Prussia looked at him expectantly.
"What?" Romano snapped.
"My new special insult-pet name is?" Prussia prompted.
"W-well, it's not like I can just think of something right away!" Romano yelled. His face was slowly turning furiously pink color because the fact was, he usually did think of something right away and had in fact been trying out a variety of insults on Prussia all evening. It was usually easy to pick the one thing he hated the most about someone and create a food-based insult around that. Every time Romano found something to dislike about Prussia, the jerk had to go and turn it into something likable. He was arrogant, but it was kind of cute. He was loud, but he had some pretty good ideas. Even his awful potato and wurst diet wasn't that bad, because at the Italian restaurant, he'd asked Romano for suggestions and then he'd actually taken those suggestions and liked those suggestions, giving Romano a pleased, accomplished sort of butterfly feeling in his stomach.
Not that he liked Prussia or anything. That would be dumb.
"Alright," Prussia said, propping his feet up on a twisted stump. "I'm sure my awesomeness will inspire you eventually. Just let me know when you come up with something, and don't make it lame, like Wurst Breath or whatever."
Romano scowled. Why hadn't he thought of Wurst Breath?
"S-stop making yourself comfortable, Stupid Sausage," Romano said, standing up abruptly and brushing himself off in a what he hoped was a professional manner. "It's time we got back to the house, anyways, or Veneziano and the potato bastard will start getting suspicious."
Prussia stared. "Stupid Sausage? Is that really the best you can do?"
Romano was not blushing. He wasn't. "Of course not!" he said loudly. "Don't be dumb. It's all part of the pet n-- insulting process."
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and i love this fic keep up the good work anon!
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There definitely needs to be more of this pairing. xD
I'm loving this...!! I eagerly wait for the next part!
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Lololol~ Insult-pet-names... Oh Romano~
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"Let's just get back to the house and put on Stage Two of Operation Potato Bastard Break Up," Romano said
"I thought it was called Operation No More Boring," Prussia said, slinging a casual arm around Romano's waist.
Romano stiffened and blushed, but reminded himself that it was all just a part of stage two. "Call it whatever you want. I don't care if your life is boring or not. I just want that potato bastard away from my brother. If that means we have to act like a couple to show those two just how dumb and annoying they are, then fine."
"In addition to all the other pranks we're going to play on them," Prussia corrected as they approached the house, to-go boxes in arm, cooler left behind for later retrieval. "You can't forget the pranks! Those are the most important part."
Romano slowly settled himself into Prussia's casual but posessive embrace. He knew Veneziano would probably be watching from the windows and their whole plan would fall to pieces if Veneziano or Germany thought that they were being anything less than sincere.
As soon as they got to the front porch, they stopped, standing there awkwardly for a long moment. Romano knew that even if Veneziano hadn't been watching before, he was now. He and Prussia stood in silence, not quite looking at each other before Romano darted forward in a burst of movement, catching Prussia's lips with his own.
Prussia brushed his cheek with one hand before pulling away, a triumphant smirk on the edges of his lips. "That was nice, püppchen," Prussia said.
"What did you just call me?" Romano demanded. "Did you just call me Puppy Chow?"
Prussia stared in confusion. "No. I called you püppchen," Prussia said.
"Well if I'm Puppy Chow, then you're -- then you're Dog Crap!" Romano yelled, storming inside the house.
"Püppchen means 'precious', idiot!" Prussia yelled.
Romano paused, cracking open the door suspiciously. "Does it really?"
Prussia wedged his foot in the door and managed to pry the door open. "No. What it really means is 'Shut up, Romano, and just let me inside for more awesome kissing instead of being a dork about this', but close enough, right?"
Romano would have protested that, but his back was suddenly pressed firmly against the wall and Prussia's lips were on his. His hands shot to Prussia's chest and pushed hard, but Prussia was stronger than him and had anticipated a struggle. Prussia didn't move at all, except for a movement in his chest that Romano was sure was a chuckle.
The kiss was...
Well, it wasn't a bad kiss. It wasn't a very good kiss either, since most good kisses involve two willing participants. It definitely wasn't bad, though. There were no tongues involved, just the slow, insistent movement of Prussia's lips on his. Almost against his will, Romano found himself relaxing into Prussia's touch.
Prussia's hand, feather light skated up Romano's side, going all the way up to end in an exploratory tug on Romano's hair curl. Romano squeaked in surprise. Later, he would flat out deny that the noise had come from him, but at that moment, his mouth was otherwise occupied and he just had to deal with Prussia's amused smirk pressing against his lips.
Romano wasn't sure what exactly happened next, but suddenly his right leg was in Prussia's hands, being pulled up. The position was strange and a bit uncomfortable but Romano was too hyper-aware of the feeling of Prussia's hand on his thigh and wasn't really paying attention to the way Prussia hooked Romano's leg around his waist.
"Come on, where's your bedroom?" Prussia mumbled, pulling away just enough so that he could speak coherently. Well. Mostly coherently. There was a husky edge to his voice that made him a bit hard to understand.
"It's right over there," Romano said, jerking his head in the direction of the bedroom.
Prussia turned in the direction Romano had indicated, his eyes all battlefield strategy, focusing on the open door with a haphazardly made bed just inside. "There?" he asked.
"Why?" Romano demanded suspiciously, a bit too late.
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FREAKING... YES.
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F5 like crazy!
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F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5---------------- Oh crap, the button's smashed... =_=;;
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
And and and, Germany and Italy found them going at it when they discovered the two later. >D
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Prussia grinned. He already had Romano's right leg around his waist, so he pulled the left one up to join it, so that he could carry Romano to the bedroom. It would be awkward, but effective and a hell of a lot easier than actually convincing the stubborn Italian to go to the bedroom of his own free will.
"Hell no," Romano said as soon as he realized what Prussia was doing He instantly tried to pull his right leg back down to the ground. With one of Romano's legs in the air being pulled down and the other leg on the ground being pulled up, it would have been a miracle if they hadn't fallen. As it was, they did fall, landing in a sprawled confusion of limbs. Knees knocked together, elbows ended up in awkward places and Romano's lips were mashed painfully on the jutting angle of Prussia's collarbone.
"So you had a nice date then?" Veneziano asked. Romano's head shot around to see his brother standing with one hand on the door frame, hovering curiously. Germany stood behind him, trying to look inconspicuous and only succeeding in looking tall.
"What do you think?" Romano snapped, distracted by trying to figure out how he'd ended up with Prussia on top of him even though he was pretty sure he'd been the one to fall on top of Prussia.
"It's love, Germany!" Veneziano squealed excitedly, turning to hug the taller man.
"It's our brothers making out," Germany corrected. "Prussia, honestly, is this really the time for your antics?"
Romano felt one of Prussia's hands disappear from where it was entwined with Romano's own. A quick glance up showed that Prussia was flipping off Germany even as his lips crashed back towards Romano's. This kiss was brief, however. Prussia pulled away quickly, rising to his feet. Romano moved to do the same and made it all the way to propping himself up on his elbows before Prussia grabbed him around the waist and casually threw him over his shoulder. "This is much easier," Prussia said, decisively making his way to the bedroom.
Romano's first reaction was to notice that his face was level with Prussia's ass. His second was to start yelling obscenities.
"Prussia," Germany said reprovingly. "This is hardly proper conduct. Put him down."
"It's Romano," Prussia said with an eyeroll, speaking with more experience than one would expect from less than an hour or two of actual contact with the Italian. "This is his way of saying he likes me."
Veneziano's "ve~" sounded vaguely affirmative, so Germany just sat back and watched, dumbstruck as Prussia carried Romano into the bedroom.
Prussia slammed the door shut behind them and tossed Romano on the bed. Romano landed on his back, the mattress bouncing under his weight. Romano rolled to the side, but Prussia launched himself onto the bed directly on top of Romano, making both the mattress and Romano squeak in protest.
"Moan," Prussia ordered in a whisper.
"I'm not--"
"You know that your brother and probably my brother too are listening at the door. Now moan."
Romano glared stubbornly up at Prussia and clamped his mouth closed.
"Look, you've been awesome with this acting thing so far," Prussia said, his whisper taking an impatient tone. "And when I call something awesome, I mean it, so you'd better damn well take that as a compliment. If you can't moan, though, we're never going to convince them. Now what do I need to do? Pull your hair curl again?"
Romano was furious. "If you so much as tou--" Romano broke off with a loud moan, then threw a hand to cover his own mouth, still glaring at Prussia who was twirling the end of Romano's curl idly with a devious grin on his face.
"L-l-let go," Romano hissed, humiliated to hear the stammer in his voice.
"Moan again," Prussia said. "One more should do it, really." He gave the hair curl another decisive tug, tilting his head and grinning down at Romano. "You know, you really do look hot like this."
Later, Romano would tell himself that the moan that escaped him was because of Prussia's hand and not because of that appreciative smirk and the words accompanying it.
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Author!anon, if you continue this, I fear that I might not survive till the end from too much blood loss... Eeeeeeeeeps~
As it is, I will endure till the last of it! This is getting just so good and ngh! This pairing is just making me squee!
<333333333333333333
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please anon marry me!
i-i ... love you T_T
this i just the most awesome ting i've ever read~
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DJFIEJALSFOILKSDF *keeps F5ing*
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There was a faint murmuring from the other side of the door. Prussia hopped off the bed, removing his shirt easily and tossing it carelessly to the ground before storming to the door and flinging it open. Veneziano had obviously been leaning against the door, because he fell in the room, landing on Prussia's feet. Germany stood barely a step away, slowly turning red from the embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping on his brother during what was obviously an intimate encounter.
Romano didn't see the glare that Prussia gave the two of them, but it must have been a good one, since Veneziano scrambled to his feet while whimpering an apology,and Germany's face completely bypassed crimson in favor of purple.
"If you two don't leave us alone right now," Prussia said, each word precisely pronounced to convey the maximum amount of frustration. "Nevermind. I'm not even going to finish that threat. I'll leave it to your imaginations to figure out exactly what will happen if Romano and I can't finish what we started without any further interruptions."
Veneziano started sniffling. Germany took him by the hand and led him towards the other bedroom, safely out of the way of whatever activities Prussia had in mind. Prussia slammed the bedroom door closed as they retreated.
"What was that?" Romano demanding, sitting upright on the bed, looking absolutely furious. "I told you not to touch it!"
"Oh, please," Prussia scoffed, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. "As if you didn't like it."
Romano flushed. "I-- I-- Perverted Cabbage!"
Prussia grinned. It was a wide, genuinely amused grin. "Perverted Cabbage? I like it. It's kind of cute, but in a seriously awesome kind of way."
"You would say that," Romano mumbled sullenly.
Prussia suddenly flung himself back on the bed, letting out a loud, obscene moan.
"What was that for?" Romano demanded. "They're not listening anymore!"
"It's not like they're across the ocean. They're just in the other room. They could still hear that." Prussia grinned wider. "I want to make sure that they know exactly how awesome the sex we're having is. Part of the plan, remember? Establish credibility and embarrass and/or annoy the hell out of them."
"I'm supposed to be setting a good example for my brother," Romano said, covering his red face with both hands. "I'm having obnoxiously loud, probably unprotected sex with a potato head."
"Not unprotected!" Prussia interrupted. "I brought condoms. Remember, I didn't know you were such an annoying prude before I picked you up for our date."
Romano shot him a dirty look.
"What?" Prussia said, shrugging. "No need to get all huffy about it. I mean, it's not that I would have protested if you'd been a nubile little nymphomaniac, but I like you the way you are."
Romano felt a jolt of disbelief. That was ridiculous. Hadn't Prussia gotten the memo? Nobody liked Romano just the way he was. Even Spain, for all of his oblivious half-advances would continually state his dissatisfaction with Romano's "uncuteness" and wish he was more like Veneziano.
"Now you're just being dumb," Romano said, leaning his back against the headboard. "Potatohead flattery isn't going to get you in my pants, you know."
Prussia scoffed. "As if I need flattery at this point. Whose sheer awesomeness was making you moan in bed just a few moments ago? Oh yeah, that'd be mine." Prussia's smirk widened. "And you haven't even seen the Five Meters yet, baby."
"And I'm not going to," Romano insisted, scooting away. "Ever. So stop thinking stupid perverted cabbage thoughts!"
"It's your own fault for looking so goddamned cute when I pulled your hair curl," Prussia laughed.
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Mmmmyess Romano likes getting touched there FFFFFFFFFFFF
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