Blossom (A 2p! PRUMANO - Hetalia FanFiction)

| Day Eigteen |

Siegmund managed to roll away from the window, right as the light began to stream into the room.

"Get up! You lazy ass!" Flavio's familiar voice flittered through the air.

Siegmund grunted, and peered over his shoulder to watch the Italian walk out of the room.

"Hurry up!" He shouted, banging around in the kitchen, "Or else you won't get breakfast!"

Siegmund swung his legs over the side of the bed, and rubbed his eyes. He yawned, and stood, heading over to the bathroom.

As Siegmund showered, and freshened up, Flávio got to work on making waffles - Siegmund's favorites.

When Siegmund walked out, towel around neck, black joggers hanging low on his hips, Flávio forced down the butterflies in his stomach as he placed a plate of fresh plate of waffles at the head of the table.

"Come on, eat. We have things to do today," Flávio said, sounding annoyed as he sat next to Klaus, a plate of waffles sitting in front of him as well.

Klaus started to cut his waffles, but raised an eyebrow at Flávio.

Klaus dropped his utensils, and held up his hands.

"What kinds of things?" Klaus signed, slowly, and deliberately.

Flávio patiently watched as Klaus moved his hands, and fingers, a slow, calculating look on his face.

For the last week or so, Flávio had demanded that Klaus taught Flávio how to understand sign-language - this way, Klaus didn't have to write paragraphs of speech on the white board in the living room.

Klaus was honestly surprised to see how fast Flávio was learning - as long as Klaus signed slow, and repeated a few times, Flávio could almost always figure out what Klaus was saying.

Flávio flipped his hair, and turned his attention back to his food, "Important things."

Klaus shrugged, and went back to his food.

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After they finished, Flávio took the dirty dishes to the sink, and began the chore of washing them. Flávio hummed his nameless tune, his hips naturally swaying gently.

Siegmund watched Flávio from the table, his eyes glued to his back. The way his hips swayed ever so gracefully, the steady movement of his shoulder blades as he scrubbed the plates. The slight sway of his head as he hummed beautifully.

Siegmund frowned, wishing he could talk to Flavio, to be able to converse with him, even like this. Even when Flávio was turned away from him.

Flávio placed the last dish in the drying rack, and wiped his hands on the dishcloth, before setting it back along the edge of the sink.

"So!" Flávio exclaimed, clasping his hands together, "I did say we had important things to do."

Siegmund cocked an eyebrow. Flávio grabbed Siegmund's hands, and pulled him out of the chair.

"Come now! I've been waiting for this all week!" Flávio exclaimed, dragging Siegmund over to the bathroom.

Siegmund furrowed his eyes at the set-up in the bathroom. There were various tools, and bottles of chemicals lined up on the sink counter. Hair dryers, hair dye, scissors, bleach, shampoos, conditioners, moose; the works. Siegmund turned towards Flávio, and cocked an eyebrow.

Flávio had an ecstatic smile on his face. He flipped his hair, and gestured to the stool sitting in front of the counter.

"It's time for your haircut!" Flávio exclaimed, pushing Siegmund so that he sat on the stool.

Flávio turned the stool so Siegmund faced the mirror, and adjusted the setting so he was at a height Flávio could work with.

"Just sit back, relax - and let me make you into a work of art!"

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Siegmund watched patiently as Flávio tugged, snipped, and washed Siegmund's hair. Flávio put so many chemicals in Siegmund's hair, he was surprised it hasn't fallen off. Siegmund chuckled as Flávio mumbled colorful Italian words under his breath while cutting Siegmund's hair.

"Hey! No moving!" Flávio demanded, tapping Siegmund on the head.

Siegmund but his lip, and used every bit of will-power he pertained to hold back the silent chuckles.

When Flávio was done, he combed out Siegmund hair with a brush and hair-dryer, turning Siegmund around before he could see the final product. Flávio teased Siegmund's hair with his fingers - Siegmund's skin feeling like fire every time his delicate fingers brushed across his cheek.

Satisfied, Flávio stood behind Siegmund's head, and covered his eyes. He spun Siegmund back towards the mirror, his breath tickling Siegmund's ear.

"Ready?" Flávio asked.

Before Siegmund could make-up an response, Flávio moved his hands - Siegmund's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

Flávio had kept a decent length to his hair, allowing it to flow a tad past his shoulders - but he gave the flat hair life, layers, and volume. Flávio fixed Siegmund's haphazard bangs, so they feel in gentle waves across his forehead. The dead ends of his hair were gone, and were replaced with fresh, newly cut strands that seemed so alive, and happy.

Siegmund gently touched his hair, rubbing the ends between his fingers, and flipping them over his shoulder.

Siegmund looked at Flávio through the mirror, and signed, "And now, for the true test."

Flávio watched as Klaus picked up the rubber band from the counter, holding it between his teeth as he began to gather his hair into his hands. Klaus held his hair in one hand, grabbing the rubber band with the other -wrapping it around four times tight, and pulling the ends apart from each other - tightening the ponytail. The ends of the ponytail tickled the back of Klau's neck, and draped flawlessly over his shoulders. Klaus smiled.

He loved it.

Klaus spun around in his chair to face Flávio, his face absolutely beaming.

"Tell me you love it!" Flávio cheered, clasping his hands together.

Klaus nodded his head, and signed, "Yes. I absolutely adore it."

Flávio giggled, and wrapped his arms around Klaus, leaning into a hug. Klaus loosely wrapped his arms around Flávio's waist - not at all hesitating to enjoy the hug.

Because...who knew when Flávio would hug him again?

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Zero: LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO! LOVE-LOVE-LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO!
Viola: Oh, Zero...
Zero: TOUCH ME LIKE YOU DO! TOUCH-TOUCH-TOUCH ME LIKE YOU DO!~ OH!~
Viola: Ze-
Zero: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOOOOOOR!
Viola: She's delirious off of medication. Poor thing.
Well...
With Joyous Memories from,
Viola Vargas
Zero: LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO!
UNTIL NEXT TIME SWEETHEARTS!
ZERO NIGHTS!