Routine: A Prumano Fanfiction

Four

Of course, Romano stayed with Prussia later and later each morning. He always had an excuse-he needed a shower, it was raining, he was hiding from his brother-but that was never really the case. Truthfully, it was no secret to the others that the two were acquaintances-with-benefits. The secret now was that even though he'd never admit it, Romano wanted to be more.

Yes, that's right. Romano liked Gilbert, even though he was a stupid fucker. He wanted to kiss his stupid face and occasionally hold his stupid hand and go on stupid dates with him and smack him upside his stupid head for making him feel stupid feelings. But since he was too scared to say anything, he settled for lingering around the house-which led to twice the sex, so he wasn't really complaining.

The day like this that stands out most in his memory was a cloudy one. Lying across the sofa, remote in hand, Romano flipped through channel after channel, not even looking for something to watch. He was just so bored.

Gil entered, fresh piss-forgive me, beer-in hand. Pushing Romano's legs off the end of the couch, he took a seat.

"Hey, stronzo, did I say you could sit there?"

"It's my couch, frau."

Turning red from the insult-how dare he call him a woman-Romano placed a well-aimed kick to Prussia's side. "Fuck you, bastardo."

Setting down his beer, Gilbert smirked and turned to face his lover. "We can work something out."

"Huh-"

The man who was pale only in appearance slid over top of the other, between his legs. Attacking Romano's neck with playful nips, Gilbert growled, "That kick kind of hurt, you know. Apologize."

The brunette scoffed. "No."

As weird as it was having sex on the couch with Germany's Top 40 blaring from the television, Romano wouldn't have it any other way. Complain as he might, he was certain this would last forever.

If only he'd known.