Blossom (A 2p! PRUMANO - Hetalia FanFiction)

| Day Eight |

Siegmund pulled the comforter over his head as the routine light spread across his bed. He groaned as he felt the covers ripped off his body from the end of his bed.

"Get your lazy ass out of bed! It's already late! Oh, and you smell! Take a shower!"

This, had become the daily usual in Siegmund's life.

It had been an official week since Flávio started showing up at Siegmund's house. Waking him up in the mornings, feeding him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and then leaving around 7 o'clock. Siegmund always wondered why he bothered to come here, but never had the courage to ask, afraid that the answer might...

Siegmund shook his head. At times like this, he was trying his very best to separate 'negative thoughts' and 'Flavio' from each other. Flávio might not be the kindest person to him...but everyday he always gave him his full and undivided company and attention. It had been years since anyone had given him that. And Siegmund planned to enjoy it for as long as he could.

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Siegmund craned his neck back, trying to see into the kitchen, from the couch in the living room. After that first day Flávio showed up, Siegmund never got another opportunity to actually....look at Flávio - at least not without a snide remark or exaggerated hip sway.

Flávio was facing with his back to Siegmund. His hips swaying in that unknown tune he was always humming.

Flávio always had a sway in his hips when he walked, and an aura of 'Look at Me!' And 'Give me Attention!' Which Siegmund was always glad to give. Sitting for hours listening to Flávio vent about working with their brothers, Luciano and Siegfried.

That day, Flávio was wearing black dress pants, a white button up shirt - with the sleeves rolled to his elbows - and his usual red scarf. On top his head he had pushed his white goggle-like glasses, his blond hair deciding to be unruly, and flawlessly shape his face. His eyes had softened to a darker shade of cyan when he was around Siegmund, and always brightened, and gleamed when he was talking about something he enjoyed - like fashion.

"Siegmund," Flávio had called out a few days ago, "One day, I'm going to take you shopping."

Siegmund felt a smile growing.

"You're wardrobe is absolutely terrible."

Siegmund gave out a silent chuckle.

Flávio was always fascinated with Siegmund's facial expressions - although he'd never admit it to anyone. Flávio always thought that Siegmund's expressions were more vivid, assuming because he couldn't speak. When Siegmund laughed, the lines on his face were so vivid, the sparkle in his eye so bright, every movement, ever wisp of air that escaped his mouth - was all he ever needed to communicate. Flávio was fascinated, and respected that in a sense.

Siegmund smiled to himself, remembering Flavio's face when Siegmund showed him his closet.

"Everything is the same!" Flávio exclaimed, tearing through all the shirts.

Siegmund ran a hand across his face, and felt something pull in his abdomen.

There was something he...wanted.

Siegmund stood, and walked into the kitchen. He walked up to Flávio from behind, and placed his hands on his hips, dipping his face to rest in the crook of his neck.