[Fanfic] Romancing for Dummies (Prussia) - Chp 1
First chapter of a PruIta fic I have been working on since… forever. It is too long to be posted on LJ in a single go, so I split it in parts and will post them as separate chapters. Expect updates either every day till the end, or once every two days! Please enjoy!
Author: me.
Characters/Pairings: Prussia/Italy. Mentions of Spain/S.Italy, France/England. Prussia, Italy, France, Spain, Romano, Germany, Austria. Mentioned England and Hungary.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Prussia’s mouth.
Summary: Italy mistakenly believes Prussia’s desire to get into Austria’s pants is love, and proceeds to teach him how to romance Austria up. Prussia goes with the flow, because hey. He really likes Ita.
---Romancing for Dummies Prussia---
Chapter 01: How to compliment your love interest
When Prussia opened his eyes, feeling lightheaded and with a throbbing pain on the back of his head, he didn’t really know when he’d gone to sleep, or why a pair of brown eyes was looking down at him, vaguely concerned.
Seconds later the part of his brain that had not been smashed by the hit he received kicked back to work.
Blinking owlishly, he finally recognized who the person at his side was.
“Urgh… the hell happened?” he groaned out, lifting himself up from the ground.
Feliciano blinked and moved backwards, still hovering on Gilbert with concern but a bit more relaxed, then tilted his head to the side. “Ve~ I don’t really know, Prussia…”
By then, the rest of Prussia’s brain had started functioning again, and he quickly assessed the situation.
He’d been pestering Austria again, or more specifically, his vital regions, when he’d blackened out. Probably due to the strong pain flaring from his head.
“Sister Elizaveta looked positively angered at you, Gilbert… you should try to get in her good graces again~” after a brief hesitation, Italy fingered the lump on the back of Prussia’s head, showing with his words that he actually knew exactly what had happened, or at least the part that interested Prussia.
Gilbert would have made a fuss out of Feliciano’s actions and complained like he was used to, but the fingers circling his bump were feathery and not painful at all, so in his magnanimous self, he decided not to complain, at least for this once.
Besides, Italy was too cute to be angry at him.
“Ita, she shouldn’t be that prude. Nor should Austria either” he replied with a shrug, as the pain receded completely. “I only wanted to get into his pants -she didn’t have to hit me that hard!” he thought over for a second, then smirked brightly at the Italian “But with you here, cute Ita, I’m just fine!”
Italy’s clear confusion didn’t waver a bit, as he seemed to think things over for a moment.
“You like Austria, Prussia?” he asked then, almost innocently and completely missing Prussia’s last line.
Prussia rolled his eyes.
Italy really needed to learn how the world went; he couldn’t keep this being innocent and think everything would go accordingly. Just like with his cute little brother… the two of them kept dancing around each other, and it was bothering Prussia a lot.
“Of course I do not” he replied, scoffing. “I just want to get into his pants”.
Love and lust were, alas, two very different things. And Prussia knew. After all, he’d only ever felt the latter, whilst love (albeit of a brotherly kind) had only been reserved to his West. And to dear, old Fritz. How he missed that human.
Feliciano’s frown deepened a bit. He really couldn’t understand what Prussia had said… you wouldn’t want to… get into someone’s pants (his cheeks flushed a bit at that thought) unless you liked them… right?
So it meant Prussia was just in denial of his own feelings for Austria. Italy smiled to himself -it was actually pretty cute~.
“You’re going at it in the wrong way, Prussia~” he decided to say, patting the other’s hand gently. “If you want Austria’s attention, you have to let him feel your interest!”
Prussia frowned, looking at Italy as if he’d grown a second head. What the hell was cute Italy saying? “Listen, Ita, I really don’t like Austria, I just want to fu- get his vital regions” it felt quite profane to curse in front of innocent Italy, and Prussia restrained himself, feeling quite proud of his awesome self for this.
Feliciano shook his head, smiling. “Ve~, silly Gilbert…” he then grabbed the other’s hand into his, and his smile widened. “I’ll teach you how to have Roderich fall for you, true Italian style!”
Prussia groaned.
……………………………
Despite his reluctance, Prussia actually found himself knocking on Italy’s front door, the next day, wondering how Italy would want to proceed on such useless, stupid tactic.
Not that he was really interested in romancing his way into stupid Austria’s heart, since he simply wanted to fuck the living daylights out of him, but Italy was too cute to refuse; besides, if he could spend more time in his company, then he could happily fake he liked idiot Austria.
Yes, the good plan was his. After all, he was Prussia, the awesome-
The door opened, revealing the older (and quite less cute) brother of his cute Ita. “Oh, it’s the second potato bastard” was all Romano had to say, grunting but letting him in.
Whilst South Italy had a clear dislike for German-descendants, even Prussia knew this, he had always preferred showing his dislike towards Germany the most, whilst he ignored Austria, feared Switzerland, and always hit on both Belgium and Liechtenstein when the possibility arose.
And of course, Romano had no real reasons to be angry at Prussia, since they were both of Catholic imprint and Prussia had actually served the Pope for a long time, so it made their relationship less strained (even if only a bit).
The older Italian still yelled loudly at him every time he made any vague attempt at cuddling Italy, but that was expected.
“Ve~ Prussia, welcome!” Italy bounced in the main room with a smile that could warm Patagonia, and Prussia smirked back. “Brother will be leaving to see Spain, so I can start our romancing lessons straight away~!”
Romano, rolling his eyes, was already half-way gone through the door when he was stopped by Italy’s hand on his arm; with a sigh, the older Italian leaned forwards and kissed Italy’s cheeks, and had his own kissed back.
Satisfied, Feliciano waved goodbye to his brother, and turned around towards Prussia, who was actually hovering behind him.
“Ha ha ha~ Ita! Let’s also kiss as a greeting!”
Blissfully ignoring that last comment, Italy bobbed his head to the side and grabbed Prussia’s hand in his own; Prussia stared down at their joined hands with a surprised expression, still far too happy to be with his sweet and cute Ita to be complaining.
“The greeting is very important, ve~, but you cannot kiss Austria on the cheek when you see him. He’s such an old-school aristocrat, he’d probably prefer a more formal greeting…” with a small bow, Italy held Prussia’s hand to his lips and was about to kiss it when the older Nation retracted it, flushing a bit.
“I’m not a goddamn girl!”
Italy’s weapon one was then activated -he pouted. Prussia felt his resolve crumble again.
“I mean, I… uh… I’m no girl!” he finished, lamely.
“I know~ you silly Gilbert! But Austria is used to kissing sorella Hungary on the hand when they meet outside his house, and it’s a romantic ritual itself… it shows respect to the person you’re courting, that is why you should learn to do it well~ this is our first lesson!”
Prussia knew manners. He just didn’t like using them. And kissing hands had never been his forte. Nor something he was used to do… but Italy was so bent on teaching him, that he could go through that stupid thing just because of that.
West would have been proud of him.
“Austria might splutter and flush if you do kiss his hand, but it’s cute to look at~” Italy continued, unmindful of Prussia’s small resolve strengthening. “Cute girls always flush when you unexpectedly kiss their hand as a greeting…”
“How would this make me get into Roderich’s pan… I mean, heart?” deciding to play along for now, Prussia sneered, leaning against the wall.
“It’s just the first step, Gilbert… please don’t rush anything!” Italy smiled, all nice and cute, and grabbed Prussia’s hand again. “Let me show you how it is done, you’ll definitely have better results with respect and calm!”
Prussia rolled his eyes, but stared attentively as Italy repeated his gracious little bow, fingers brushing against his palm as he manoeuvred Prussia’s hand to his lips and gently pressed a kiss onto it.
The touch was brief and soft, but the contact of lips against skin made Prussia fidget uneasily. Italy’s eyes flickered open as he stared up at Prussia from his vaguely bent position, and smiled.
A warm, somehow flirty smile that made his brown eyes sparkle.
Prussia denied any sort of reaction from that motion that he could deem unmanly.
And yet, he had to admit it -the Italian knew what he was doing.
“You truly are the masters at romance” he murmured, shrugging.
“Ve~” Italy replied happily, his smile growing wider. “Now it’s your turn!”
Prussia tried to mimic Italy’s actions, rigidly bowing and tightening his hold on Italy’s fingers enough to have the Italian let out a gasp of pain, then he brought his hand to his lips and kissed the wrist.
Italy giggled.
“You’re too tense, Gilbert~” he waved at him. “You have to kiss exactly this spot” he pointed at it with his other hand. “Besides, you don’t hold the lady’s hand so tightly, you don’t want to hurt them, do you?”
Prussia sighed deeply. “I suppose not”.
The ‘lesson’ continued for more than half a hour, granting to Prussia’s nerves enough for him to start his complaining, despite Italy’s lovely company, that made everything better somehow. After that, Prussia was allowed to go back home, where a curious Germany demanded to know where he’d been.
He, of course, as the older awesome brother, promptly ignored him.
The worst (and best) thing was, he had agreed to go back the following day for another lesson. Maybe he truly was a masochist.
……………………………
“Flowers are another thing you should take care of” Italy stated, placing a tea cup in front of Prussia, who glared a bit at it, and promptly started filling the cup with sugar. “Giving flowers as a gift is always the best course of action, ve~!”
“Gah! Flowers are for pansies!” swallowing his tea in three quick gulps, Gilbert grunted and slammed the cup down, slouched on his chair. Behind him, Romano snorted and resumed his cooking.
It appeared the older Italian had decided to stay at home for the day, much to Prussia’s chagrin, who had hoped in another day with Italy only.
“No~” Italy smiled broadly, eyes crinkling happily as he stood up and grabbed a small bouquet of flowers he’d apparently prepared for the occasion. “Just look how it’s done~”
Gilbert half expected to be the one on the receiving hand, just like with the kiss, but Feliciano turned to his brother, who spluttered and cursed, but ended up slouching in defeat and coming closer after Feliciano stared pleadingly at him.
“Let’s make it fast, damn it” he muttered, shifting from one feet to the other “I don’t have all day for these stupid things-”
“But brother, you’re always the first one to give flowers if a pretty girl comes around~”
“T-that’s another thing!” puffing his flushed cheeks out, Romano really resembled a tomato, Prussia thought. Just like Spain said. “You don’t go giving flowers to males!”
“But Brother Spain gives them to you~”
“T-that’s a completely different thing, too! Damn it! Don’t mention it ever again!” Prussia had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent chuckling. Spain did choose a feisty one to hit on, it looked. “L-let’s get on with it!”
Italy’s countenance transformed from the usual silly face into a serious, composed one, and holding the bouquet in both hands he smiled at his brother, who looked to the side, still flushed, but accepted the flowers.
Prussia’s attention was, once again, concentrated on Italy’s motions -so captivating. Eyes glinting softly, almost flirty again, lips quirked upwards… he really was a talented actor. Or a romancer, whichever one it was.
Terribly cute.
“As you see, you don’t throw flowers at them~” Italy explained, having his brother give the bouquet back and retiring to his corner, muttering profanities as he resumed cooking. “You have to show how giving them flowers is what makes you the happiest person ever”.
Gilbert scoffed again, but he guessed that for someone like Feliciano, these words rang true; to him, it was just another stupid thing.
“I don’t think that pansy aristocrat would enjoy being treated like a girl” he lifted one eyebrow, waiting for Italy to object to that.
Italy simply giggled, in his cute, knowing way. “You’d be surprised to know how many times it’s sister Elizaveta the one paying during their dates~”
This was something Gilbert really didn’t mind not knowing. But at the same time, it felt fitting, in a way. And something that Feliciano would know, too.
Still, he had to ask “so, Feli, you’re ok with me taking Hungary’s place in… Austria’s… heart?”
Italy hummed for a moment “if you truly show your appreciation and respect for Roderich, Elizaveta will only squeal in delight, ve~ she hits you because you’re disrespectful… you should know, you two were friends when younger, right?”
Prussia had to shudder at remembering this -particularly, the day when he exactly realised Hungary was a girl.
“How come you are so good at being romantic but you’re not in a relationship yourself?” he asked then, shrugging the memory away with as much dignity as he could awesomely muster.
“Ve~” Italy scratched his chin, flushing a bit and looking even cuter than usual “I haven’t found the one I like the most yet” he admitted.
Prussia frowned at this. Surely it couldn’t be, after all, he was always head over the heels for Germany…
“What about Ludwig?”
“Ve~ Ludwig is a friend~” was the candid reply.
Gilbert felt the sudden need to slam his head on the nearest wall.
……………………………
“Urgh… I need beer…” Gilbert sank in his sofa, groaning. Granted it wasn’t his sofa, as it was Ludwig’s, but still.
It was also his own. His awesome sofa!
“Bruder? You don’t look too fine, what happened?” said brother popped into the room at that exact moment, looking more perplexed than worried, and Prussia just tried to slouch more into the sofa.
He could have answered ‘your Italian boyfriend-wannabe just made me go shopping with him and Poland just to teach me how to be courteous with others’ or with ‘I’m starting to realise giving him lead to teach me romance was quite stupid on my part’ or even ‘why am I even going back every day despite being so bothered by it’, but what actually came out of his mind was a guttural growl and the following “Ita is so cute, though, but darn it, I need a beer”.
Prussia was probably a real masochist, all considered.
And yes, the Italian did bring him around during one of his weekly shopping trips with the Polish, and it had turned in one of the most horrible days in his life. The two had shopped. Gossiped. Hanging around like girls, giggling and holding each other’s elbows, and running from one window to the other, talking about random things that went way over Gilbert’s head and ability to understand.
Italy had also made Gilbert take all the things the two bought, and when in the cafè for a quick rest, he had been forbidden from having a beer and instead had been forced to drink tea.
Tea.
Fucking tea.
“Bruder…” Germany looked about to say something, then shook his head lightly. “Please consider moving to your room, I’m cleaning”.
Gilbert stared at his brother with something akin to complete shock, then stood up, dejected, and went outside, moping in the garden and ignoring the small, cute yellow bird that flew on his head.
“It’s not fair” he mumbled, walking towards Austria’s house to find some entertainment.
There he was, cockblocking Austrian, strolling through his garden… Prussia looked to the side twice, checking for Hungary, but it looked like he was safe, for the present moment. He straightened up, pushing his chest out, and strolled towards Austria, smirk in place and fingers twitching…
Then lifted one eyebrow, and thought it over. Maybe he could humour Italy and just try out his advice, so when it failed, he could go back to sweet Ita and make him understand things didn’t work like this…
Austria lifted his head when he heard someone stomping his way, and his face promptly fell when he noticed who it was, lips turning into a thin line curved down.
“Prussia” he huffed, feeling righteous annoyed. “What do you-”
Then promptly stopped when a flower was shoved under his nose; he blinked in shock, at loss of words, and stared hard at the flower, not understanding how that had happened. The hand did belong to Prussia though, as it was still attached to his body.
Plus, Prussia was looking at him with a somewhat serious face, not blowing off in amusement, so Austria found himself reaching out to grasp the small lily. Which did belong to his own garden, but he found out he didn’t quite mind it.
It was rare that Prussia was nice to him, so even something as stupid as offering a flower was…
“Uh… thank you” he stated, hesitant -he’d never had to thank the bugger, after all.
Prussia seemed to falter at this as well, but quickly regained his apparent composure and as Austria’s hand grabbed the flower, he grabbed his hand, and before the Austrian could fret and back away, fearing the worst, he brought the hand to his lips and kissed it, straight on the spot Italy had showed him.
Roderich’s cheeks tinged of a deep red, he quickly pulled his hand away from Gilbert’s hold and stepped backwards, feeling strangely flustered.
“Uh… err…”
Prussia blinked in shock. ‘Fuck me sideways -it actually worked!’
He could push it forwards a bit, use the little bits Italy had taught him, and then finally bed Austria for all it was worth, in the face of Hungary and her frying pan, Prussia thought…
And then frowned.
Actually, he didn’t feel like it. At all.
With no further ado, he turned around to go back to Italy’s house, leaving a perplexed, and kind of astonished Austria behind.
Author: me.
Characters/Pairings: Prussia/Italy. Mentions of Spain/S.Italy, France/England. Prussia, Italy, France, Spain, Romano, Germany, Austria. Mentioned England and Hungary.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Prussia’s mouth.
Summary: Italy mistakenly believes Prussia’s desire to get into Austria’s pants is love, and proceeds to teach him how to romance Austria up. Prussia goes with the flow, because hey. He really likes Ita.
---Romancing for Dummies Prussia---
Chapter 01: How to compliment your love interest
When Prussia opened his eyes, feeling lightheaded and with a throbbing pain on the back of his head, he didn’t really know when he’d gone to sleep, or why a pair of brown eyes was looking down at him, vaguely concerned.
Seconds later the part of his brain that had not been smashed by the hit he received kicked back to work.
Blinking owlishly, he finally recognized who the person at his side was.
“Urgh… the hell happened?” he groaned out, lifting himself up from the ground.
Feliciano blinked and moved backwards, still hovering on Gilbert with concern but a bit more relaxed, then tilted his head to the side. “Ve~ I don’t really know, Prussia…”
By then, the rest of Prussia’s brain had started functioning again, and he quickly assessed the situation.
He’d been pestering Austria again, or more specifically, his vital regions, when he’d blackened out. Probably due to the strong pain flaring from his head.
“Sister Elizaveta looked positively angered at you, Gilbert… you should try to get in her good graces again~” after a brief hesitation, Italy fingered the lump on the back of Prussia’s head, showing with his words that he actually knew exactly what had happened, or at least the part that interested Prussia.
Gilbert would have made a fuss out of Feliciano’s actions and complained like he was used to, but the fingers circling his bump were feathery and not painful at all, so in his magnanimous self, he decided not to complain, at least for this once.
Besides, Italy was too cute to be angry at him.
“Ita, she shouldn’t be that prude. Nor should Austria either” he replied with a shrug, as the pain receded completely. “I only wanted to get into his pants -she didn’t have to hit me that hard!” he thought over for a second, then smirked brightly at the Italian “But with you here, cute Ita, I’m just fine!”
Italy’s clear confusion didn’t waver a bit, as he seemed to think things over for a moment.
“You like Austria, Prussia?” he asked then, almost innocently and completely missing Prussia’s last line.
Prussia rolled his eyes.
Italy really needed to learn how the world went; he couldn’t keep this being innocent and think everything would go accordingly. Just like with his cute little brother… the two of them kept dancing around each other, and it was bothering Prussia a lot.
“Of course I do not” he replied, scoffing. “I just want to get into his pants”.
Love and lust were, alas, two very different things. And Prussia knew. After all, he’d only ever felt the latter, whilst love (albeit of a brotherly kind) had only been reserved to his West. And to dear, old Fritz. How he missed that human.
Feliciano’s frown deepened a bit. He really couldn’t understand what Prussia had said… you wouldn’t want to… get into someone’s pants (his cheeks flushed a bit at that thought) unless you liked them… right?
So it meant Prussia was just in denial of his own feelings for Austria. Italy smiled to himself -it was actually pretty cute~.
“You’re going at it in the wrong way, Prussia~” he decided to say, patting the other’s hand gently. “If you want Austria’s attention, you have to let him feel your interest!”
Prussia frowned, looking at Italy as if he’d grown a second head. What the hell was cute Italy saying? “Listen, Ita, I really don’t like Austria, I just want to fu- get his vital regions” it felt quite profane to curse in front of innocent Italy, and Prussia restrained himself, feeling quite proud of his awesome self for this.
Feliciano shook his head, smiling. “Ve~, silly Gilbert…” he then grabbed the other’s hand into his, and his smile widened. “I’ll teach you how to have Roderich fall for you, true Italian style!”
Prussia groaned.
……………………………
Despite his reluctance, Prussia actually found himself knocking on Italy’s front door, the next day, wondering how Italy would want to proceed on such useless, stupid tactic.
Not that he was really interested in romancing his way into stupid Austria’s heart, since he simply wanted to fuck the living daylights out of him, but Italy was too cute to refuse; besides, if he could spend more time in his company, then he could happily fake he liked idiot Austria.
Yes, the good plan was his. After all, he was Prussia, the awesome-
The door opened, revealing the older (and quite less cute) brother of his cute Ita. “Oh, it’s the second potato bastard” was all Romano had to say, grunting but letting him in.
Whilst South Italy had a clear dislike for German-descendants, even Prussia knew this, he had always preferred showing his dislike towards Germany the most, whilst he ignored Austria, feared Switzerland, and always hit on both Belgium and Liechtenstein when the possibility arose.
And of course, Romano had no real reasons to be angry at Prussia, since they were both of Catholic imprint and Prussia had actually served the Pope for a long time, so it made their relationship less strained (even if only a bit).
The older Italian still yelled loudly at him every time he made any vague attempt at cuddling Italy, but that was expected.
“Ve~ Prussia, welcome!” Italy bounced in the main room with a smile that could warm Patagonia, and Prussia smirked back. “Brother will be leaving to see Spain, so I can start our romancing lessons straight away~!”
Romano, rolling his eyes, was already half-way gone through the door when he was stopped by Italy’s hand on his arm; with a sigh, the older Italian leaned forwards and kissed Italy’s cheeks, and had his own kissed back.
Satisfied, Feliciano waved goodbye to his brother, and turned around towards Prussia, who was actually hovering behind him.
“Ha ha ha~ Ita! Let’s also kiss as a greeting!”
Blissfully ignoring that last comment, Italy bobbed his head to the side and grabbed Prussia’s hand in his own; Prussia stared down at their joined hands with a surprised expression, still far too happy to be with his sweet and cute Ita to be complaining.
“The greeting is very important, ve~, but you cannot kiss Austria on the cheek when you see him. He’s such an old-school aristocrat, he’d probably prefer a more formal greeting…” with a small bow, Italy held Prussia’s hand to his lips and was about to kiss it when the older Nation retracted it, flushing a bit.
“I’m not a goddamn girl!”
Italy’s weapon one was then activated -he pouted. Prussia felt his resolve crumble again.
“I mean, I… uh… I’m no girl!” he finished, lamely.
“I know~ you silly Gilbert! But Austria is used to kissing sorella Hungary on the hand when they meet outside his house, and it’s a romantic ritual itself… it shows respect to the person you’re courting, that is why you should learn to do it well~ this is our first lesson!”
Prussia knew manners. He just didn’t like using them. And kissing hands had never been his forte. Nor something he was used to do… but Italy was so bent on teaching him, that he could go through that stupid thing just because of that.
West would have been proud of him.
“Austria might splutter and flush if you do kiss his hand, but it’s cute to look at~” Italy continued, unmindful of Prussia’s small resolve strengthening. “Cute girls always flush when you unexpectedly kiss their hand as a greeting…”
“How would this make me get into Roderich’s pan… I mean, heart?” deciding to play along for now, Prussia sneered, leaning against the wall.
“It’s just the first step, Gilbert… please don’t rush anything!” Italy smiled, all nice and cute, and grabbed Prussia’s hand again. “Let me show you how it is done, you’ll definitely have better results with respect and calm!”
Prussia rolled his eyes, but stared attentively as Italy repeated his gracious little bow, fingers brushing against his palm as he manoeuvred Prussia’s hand to his lips and gently pressed a kiss onto it.
The touch was brief and soft, but the contact of lips against skin made Prussia fidget uneasily. Italy’s eyes flickered open as he stared up at Prussia from his vaguely bent position, and smiled.
A warm, somehow flirty smile that made his brown eyes sparkle.
Prussia denied any sort of reaction from that motion that he could deem unmanly.
And yet, he had to admit it -the Italian knew what he was doing.
“You truly are the masters at romance” he murmured, shrugging.
“Ve~” Italy replied happily, his smile growing wider. “Now it’s your turn!”
Prussia tried to mimic Italy’s actions, rigidly bowing and tightening his hold on Italy’s fingers enough to have the Italian let out a gasp of pain, then he brought his hand to his lips and kissed the wrist.
Italy giggled.
“You’re too tense, Gilbert~” he waved at him. “You have to kiss exactly this spot” he pointed at it with his other hand. “Besides, you don’t hold the lady’s hand so tightly, you don’t want to hurt them, do you?”
Prussia sighed deeply. “I suppose not”.
The ‘lesson’ continued for more than half a hour, granting to Prussia’s nerves enough for him to start his complaining, despite Italy’s lovely company, that made everything better somehow. After that, Prussia was allowed to go back home, where a curious Germany demanded to know where he’d been.
He, of course, as the older awesome brother, promptly ignored him.
The worst (and best) thing was, he had agreed to go back the following day for another lesson. Maybe he truly was a masochist.
……………………………
“Flowers are another thing you should take care of” Italy stated, placing a tea cup in front of Prussia, who glared a bit at it, and promptly started filling the cup with sugar. “Giving flowers as a gift is always the best course of action, ve~!”
“Gah! Flowers are for pansies!” swallowing his tea in three quick gulps, Gilbert grunted and slammed the cup down, slouched on his chair. Behind him, Romano snorted and resumed his cooking.
It appeared the older Italian had decided to stay at home for the day, much to Prussia’s chagrin, who had hoped in another day with Italy only.
“No~” Italy smiled broadly, eyes crinkling happily as he stood up and grabbed a small bouquet of flowers he’d apparently prepared for the occasion. “Just look how it’s done~”
Gilbert half expected to be the one on the receiving hand, just like with the kiss, but Feliciano turned to his brother, who spluttered and cursed, but ended up slouching in defeat and coming closer after Feliciano stared pleadingly at him.
“Let’s make it fast, damn it” he muttered, shifting from one feet to the other “I don’t have all day for these stupid things-”
“But brother, you’re always the first one to give flowers if a pretty girl comes around~”
“T-that’s another thing!” puffing his flushed cheeks out, Romano really resembled a tomato, Prussia thought. Just like Spain said. “You don’t go giving flowers to males!”
“But Brother Spain gives them to you~”
“T-that’s a completely different thing, too! Damn it! Don’t mention it ever again!” Prussia had to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent chuckling. Spain did choose a feisty one to hit on, it looked. “L-let’s get on with it!”
Italy’s countenance transformed from the usual silly face into a serious, composed one, and holding the bouquet in both hands he smiled at his brother, who looked to the side, still flushed, but accepted the flowers.
Prussia’s attention was, once again, concentrated on Italy’s motions -so captivating. Eyes glinting softly, almost flirty again, lips quirked upwards… he really was a talented actor. Or a romancer, whichever one it was.
Terribly cute.
“As you see, you don’t throw flowers at them~” Italy explained, having his brother give the bouquet back and retiring to his corner, muttering profanities as he resumed cooking. “You have to show how giving them flowers is what makes you the happiest person ever”.
Gilbert scoffed again, but he guessed that for someone like Feliciano, these words rang true; to him, it was just another stupid thing.
“I don’t think that pansy aristocrat would enjoy being treated like a girl” he lifted one eyebrow, waiting for Italy to object to that.
Italy simply giggled, in his cute, knowing way. “You’d be surprised to know how many times it’s sister Elizaveta the one paying during their dates~”
This was something Gilbert really didn’t mind not knowing. But at the same time, it felt fitting, in a way. And something that Feliciano would know, too.
Still, he had to ask “so, Feli, you’re ok with me taking Hungary’s place in… Austria’s… heart?”
Italy hummed for a moment “if you truly show your appreciation and respect for Roderich, Elizaveta will only squeal in delight, ve~ she hits you because you’re disrespectful… you should know, you two were friends when younger, right?”
Prussia had to shudder at remembering this -particularly, the day when he exactly realised Hungary was a girl.
“How come you are so good at being romantic but you’re not in a relationship yourself?” he asked then, shrugging the memory away with as much dignity as he could awesomely muster.
“Ve~” Italy scratched his chin, flushing a bit and looking even cuter than usual “I haven’t found the one I like the most yet” he admitted.
Prussia frowned at this. Surely it couldn’t be, after all, he was always head over the heels for Germany…
“What about Ludwig?”
“Ve~ Ludwig is a friend~” was the candid reply.
Gilbert felt the sudden need to slam his head on the nearest wall.
……………………………
“Urgh… I need beer…” Gilbert sank in his sofa, groaning. Granted it wasn’t his sofa, as it was Ludwig’s, but still.
It was also his own. His awesome sofa!
“Bruder? You don’t look too fine, what happened?” said brother popped into the room at that exact moment, looking more perplexed than worried, and Prussia just tried to slouch more into the sofa.
He could have answered ‘your Italian boyfriend-wannabe just made me go shopping with him and Poland just to teach me how to be courteous with others’ or with ‘I’m starting to realise giving him lead to teach me romance was quite stupid on my part’ or even ‘why am I even going back every day despite being so bothered by it’, but what actually came out of his mind was a guttural growl and the following “Ita is so cute, though, but darn it, I need a beer”.
Prussia was probably a real masochist, all considered.
And yes, the Italian did bring him around during one of his weekly shopping trips with the Polish, and it had turned in one of the most horrible days in his life. The two had shopped. Gossiped. Hanging around like girls, giggling and holding each other’s elbows, and running from one window to the other, talking about random things that went way over Gilbert’s head and ability to understand.
Italy had also made Gilbert take all the things the two bought, and when in the cafè for a quick rest, he had been forbidden from having a beer and instead had been forced to drink tea.
Tea.
Fucking tea.
“Bruder…” Germany looked about to say something, then shook his head lightly. “Please consider moving to your room, I’m cleaning”.
Gilbert stared at his brother with something akin to complete shock, then stood up, dejected, and went outside, moping in the garden and ignoring the small, cute yellow bird that flew on his head.
“It’s not fair” he mumbled, walking towards Austria’s house to find some entertainment.
There he was, cockblocking Austrian, strolling through his garden… Prussia looked to the side twice, checking for Hungary, but it looked like he was safe, for the present moment. He straightened up, pushing his chest out, and strolled towards Austria, smirk in place and fingers twitching…
Then lifted one eyebrow, and thought it over. Maybe he could humour Italy and just try out his advice, so when it failed, he could go back to sweet Ita and make him understand things didn’t work like this…
Austria lifted his head when he heard someone stomping his way, and his face promptly fell when he noticed who it was, lips turning into a thin line curved down.
“Prussia” he huffed, feeling righteous annoyed. “What do you-”
Then promptly stopped when a flower was shoved under his nose; he blinked in shock, at loss of words, and stared hard at the flower, not understanding how that had happened. The hand did belong to Prussia though, as it was still attached to his body.
Plus, Prussia was looking at him with a somewhat serious face, not blowing off in amusement, so Austria found himself reaching out to grasp the small lily. Which did belong to his own garden, but he found out he didn’t quite mind it.
It was rare that Prussia was nice to him, so even something as stupid as offering a flower was…
“Uh… thank you” he stated, hesitant -he’d never had to thank the bugger, after all.
Prussia seemed to falter at this as well, but quickly regained his apparent composure and as Austria’s hand grabbed the flower, he grabbed his hand, and before the Austrian could fret and back away, fearing the worst, he brought the hand to his lips and kissed it, straight on the spot Italy had showed him.
Roderich’s cheeks tinged of a deep red, he quickly pulled his hand away from Gilbert’s hold and stepped backwards, feeling strangely flustered.
“Uh… err…”
Prussia blinked in shock. ‘Fuck me sideways -it actually worked!’
He could push it forwards a bit, use the little bits Italy had taught him, and then finally bed Austria for all it was worth, in the face of Hungary and her frying pan, Prussia thought…
And then frowned.
Actually, he didn’t feel like it. At all.
With no further ado, he turned around to go back to Italy’s house, leaving a perplexed, and kind of astonished Austria behind.