Hetalia One-Shots

PrUk: Just Music Alt. Ending 1

Rating: fluff

     Gilbert sighed and said, "Ja. We can write music now." He went and got his guitar, sitting beside the Brit who was smirking.
     "I can help you later. But for now, this is what I wanna do, love," Arthur said, kissing the German on the cheek. Gilbert nodded and smiled happily, glad at least eventually he will get what he wants. So for now, he won't complain.
     Arthur is the one who started playing first. Gilbert soon joined in. The two just played, quickly loosing themselves. No words, just chords. Just random chords they put together, occasionally writing them down if they liked them enough.
      Arthur stopped to take a bite of his biscuit. During which, Gilbert smirked with an idea. He began to play really badly, as if he had never played before. Arthur winched. "What are you doing, you bloody wanker?"
     As Gilbert smirked, playing horribly. He began to badly sing, cheesy lyrics. He didn't allow the Brit to hide his face or walk out of the room. He just continued this cheesy serenade, loud enough that Ludwig could probably hear it upstairs. Soon enough, he had Arthur blushing, laughing and begging him to stop. To which, he only did it louder.
     To Arthur it felt like eternity before Gilbert stopped. Realistically, it was only three minutes. He laid down on the bed, crying with laughter. Gilbert soon joined him, laying on the bed.
      "Still want to write?" Gilbert asked.
      "No I want to sleep so I can regain my dead on the inside-ness," Arthur replied, closing his eyes. His guitar had longed been ditched. Gilbert laughed, holding the Brit.
       "I love you, cranky pants."
       "I love you too, Gilbert."