bits of my mind

smoke break (gerpol)

please request something so i stop writing so much gerpol thank you 

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"I need a smoke break," Poland sighed, running his hand through his unkempt hair. He frowned, heavy eyebags darkening his gaze.

"Tired?" Germany asked, rubbing his back sympathetically. "Yeah," Poland replied. He walked out, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a lighter and a fresh pack of cigarettes. The German man trailed him, hands in pockets.

Once out of the building, Poland opened the pack and got out a single cigarette stick, lighting it up and sitting on the curb of the road. "Want one?" He offered, passing the open pack to his partner.

"Nein, no thanks," Germany replied, sitting beside his Polish counterpart. "Y'know, smoking isn't that good for you, right?"

"I don't smoke that much, maybe once or twice a week? Don't really like smoking too much. It's my drinking that you should be worried about," Poland chuckled. "That stuff's good, though."

"Can't say that's a lie," Germany agreed. They sat in silence for a while, watching passing cars and occasionally wandering further down the road or heading back up. Poland pointed out interesting cloud shapes in the sky, and they'd have a light-hearted debate on what it looked like.

After a while, Germany brought up again: "Kind of wish I didn't turn the cigarette down now. But maybe it's for the best that I said no."

"Tired too?"

"Hm? Uhuh, yeah."

"Want a kiss?" Poland teased, taking a puff of his cigarette. Germany's eyes lit up and he blushed a little. Then, he nodded, before he leaned in. The Polish man laughed, smoke escaping from his mouth and floating upwards in greyish white clouds.

He took another puff of his cigarette and kissed Germany, arms around his waist, pulling him close. The latter tasted the smoke, inhaling a little and chortling as he unlinked from the kiss.

"Well, how's that?" Poland said, snickering. "Great, I want another," Germany flirted back.

"Oh?" the Polish man replied. He stubbed out the stick in a puddle, kissing Germany on the tip of his nose, under his eyes and on the jaw under his ear. The German let out a little giggle, pushing his husband back playfully. "Okay, okay, that's enough."

"You sure?" Poland asked, feigning concern. "You always want me to kiss and hug you... oh no, is something wrong, moja miłość?" He tickled Germany, laughing.

"No, meine Leibe, I do enjoy your undivided attention, but we're in public at the moment," Germany answered, smiling just as much.

"Okay, then," Poland responded, tiptoeing a little to kiss his spouse's forehead one last time. He yawned, stretching a little, before ruffling Germany's hair. "You're messing my hair up," he complained jokingly.

Poland only ruffled his hair more, cackling a little. "Great, now you can look just like me."

Germany bit his tongue, narrowing his eyes a little. "We'll see about that..."

He jabbed Poland under his ribs, the only place he knew would make him jump... other than smacking his ass.

"Hey- that's foul play!" Poland protested, grabbing Germany under his arm, locking him in a headlock until the latter surrendered. "Fine, you win this time, but only this time, you hear me?"

"Uhuh," Poland yawned, faking disinterest. "No way that's happening, I'm like, a centimetre or two taller than you."

Germany scowled, muttering under his breath as he tiptoed to try and match the height of his lover. "Just a centimetre or two..."

As Germany settled back down, Poland reached to link hands as they walked back to the building. Germany leaned closer and squeezed Poland's hands, murmuring, "Sleep earlier tonight, alright?"

"Mhmm," Poland nodded, then added, "Sounds weird coming from you, since I'm the one who tells you that all the time. You'd better sleep earlier too, I can't sleep as well without you in the same bed, it just feels weird."

"Uhuh, alright," The other man agreed, chuckling a little. "I'll try to sleep earlier tonight too. Love you, Schatz."

"Mm, you'd better. Love you too, moje kochanie."