~Hetalia Requests~

Chapter 1

Heyo~ Normally this would be an introduction chapter, as I obviously haven't got any requests yet, but I thought I'd give you guys a taste of what my writing style's like! Anyways, enjoy this PruHun oneshot.

"-and he didn't believe me when I told him, so he looked at the sheet music himself and sure enough, there were 8 forte signatures!" Prussia let out a small giggle at the Hungarian's story. He loved these afternoons, where he and his crush/lover (it was kinda weird) could just sit, chat and joke around. It reminded him of his earlier days, where he would spend hours talking to and annoying Hungary (who he'd had a crush on even back when he'd thought she was a boy – honestly, he didn't care what his sexuality was that much, and when people asked him which way he 'swung' his reply was just "THE AWESOME WAY").

"So when it came to play it h- hey, are you even listening?"

Prussia snapped back to reality, realising that he'd been staring off into space. "Of course! I wouldn't stop listening to such an awesome story!" Hungary laughed slightly, muttering "You dork..." under her breath before continuing. "When it was time to play that part, he slammed his hand down on the keys so hard that the lid came down on his fingers!"

"Kesesesese~! Serves the piano-loving bastard right! Kesesese!"

Hungary let out a content sigh at the sound of her lover's laughter. Sure it was high-pitched, annoying and kinda grating on the ears, but it had that special 'Prussia Charm', the charm she'd fallen in love with all those years ago. Tilting her head upwards, she gazed at the clear blue sky, and noticed that the albino beside her had recovered from his laughing fit and was gazing upwards as well. She slowly leant back until her head was resting upon the fresh green grass she watered every day.

They were sitting beneath a tree situated in her garden. If she turned around and walked for about 5 minutes she would end up back at the house, back with Austria and her plain life. But right now, that didn't matter. What mattered at the moment was that spot right there, that spot next to her best friend, her lover. Next to Prussia.

"Y'know, this scene looks like an album cover or something."

Gilbert broke the silence with his random thought. "It's so picturesque, it's almost unreal...speaking of music," Prussia shuffled around so he was lying on his side facing Hungary, "Did you remember to bring my flute?" This reminder caused Hungary to jolt upwards, startling both Gilbert and Gilbird. "Aw crap, your flute! I forgot it again!"

"It's okay, there's always next time."

"Hungary, time for lunch!" Austria's posh voice carried across the garden, making them both sigh dejectedly. "Well, see you tomorrow Elizabeta."

She stood up and turned around, taking one last look at the grave of her lover under the tree, and the smaller grave beside it for his pet bird.

"See you tomorrow, Gilbert."

This one was kinda short compared to what I usually write, but anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please send me requests!~ Byeeee