Pleasant Surprises (Prussia x Reader)

Gil's chest rises and lowers beneath you, his arms are wrapped around you and holding you tight as if to protect you from the rest of the world. His head is lightly resting on yours, nestled among your hair. His warm breath reeks of the absent contents of the empty can lying discarded beside him. Gilbird is dozing in his beautiful snow-white hair. You wonder how it always remains so glossy.

It's nice to just reside in each other's company once in a while.

Suddenly, he stirs. You look up at him curiously.

He sighs. One of Gilbird's eyes crack open to peer at you. It's like the two share a mental bond. Knowing Gil, they probably do. "Hey, ____..." His accent is so amazing, you could just kiss it.

"Yeah?" You ask uncertainly.

"Well, it's just…" He hesitates.

"Yes?" You wait, silently willing him on.

He takes a moment before responding with "Do you ever wanna, you know…" He stares at you pointedly.

You get what he's implying. "WHAT!? GI-"

He covers your mouth with a finger, instantly muting you. He lowers his face to yours. You can feel his sweet breath on your lips.

"I know it's sudden," he says quietly. "I was just wondering." He shakes his head tenuously. "You know I would never force you to do anything you don't… Y'know, wanna do." With that, he touches his mouth to yours. You lean in, furthering your embrace. He takes your bottom lip softly in his, gnawing it gently. Must have learned it from France.

Even after the kiss is over, you can taste the pungent flavour of his beer on the roof of your mouth. It's… Delicious. You bring yourself to gaze into his intense, crimson eyes. They focus deeply on yours, and you watch him back. You remain in the trance until he looks away suddenly.

He fondles your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. You never knew until this moment how splendid they would feel in yours. He then brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles ever so gently. You close your eyes. A hand under your chin nudges your face upwards, towards his. You bring yourself to open your eyes, though it's all you can do to not watch his mouth. Prussia examines you for a moment, before saying something. You observe his lips form the words: I. Love. You.

Your brain takes a moment to register what he said. Then you glance up, searching his face. His gaze is intent, keenly piercing you.

Silence.

All at once you're in a frenzied heap with you on top. He's 'kesesese'-ing apprehensively while you attack him with kisses - sort of out of character for you both, but nonetheless you enjoy it. Finally, you let him back up.

He beams. Suddenly the smile vanishes as he realizes a detail of sheer importance. Gilbird is gone.

He feels the top of his head, the normal roost for the miniscule chick. Then you see it. The ball of down is sitting on the floor, coyly pulling something out of Prussia's man-purse. Gilbert's eyes widen. He gapes and is about to object – but too late. It's a condom.

Gil facepalms. "Damn chick…" He mutters under his breath.

You're speechless. Literally.

"Gimme that thing!" Prussia yells, lunging for the unseemly object, and only just manages to tear it from the naughty bird, who flutters away reluctantly. He perches on the pillow, watching his master's reaction with keen interest.

Prussia stares at it. "Uh…" He finally manages. "Um… It's France's," he offers. You're not fooled.

"Nice try."

"Um… Yeah," he concedes, finally wrapping the thing in a tissue and tossing it carelessly in the trash bin. Even without pigment, his cheeks are the colour of Spain's ripe tomatoes. You eventually pity him and kiss one. You catch the trace of a smile tugging at his mouth, though it remains sober.

"It's OK," you comfort.

He mumbles something about barbecued chicken.

The silence broadens for a few more minutes, before he finally rises. "W-well, on that note, I'll be going." You can tell he's still shaken.

You smirk at him."See you tomorrow?"

"Um, yes. I mean, if you don't… You know… Mind…" His temporarily limited vocabulary is cut short when you glomp him.

"You know what?" You ask.

"Mm."

"Prussia…You're awesome."

At this, he perks up. "You could say that again." So he's back to his normal old self. He takes your shoulders and holds you at arm length. "_____," he announces importantly. "I have decided," he pauses. "That you are now officially deemed as awesome as the awesome Me. Or close enough, anyway." He beams.

"What an honour."  

He bows curtly and then heads towards the door.

"Prussia."

He freezes.

"Just… Don't try that again." You detect the hint of a shudder before he's out of the door and gone.