It Wasn't Supposed To Be a Date

A/N: Written for Curreeus for the Prumano Secret Santa event. The prompt was "teaming up to spy on some Gerita but realising that each other are more interesting." I hope you like it~

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"Play nice, okay?" Feliciano chirped, his eyes sparking as he looked over his brother and Prussia. His eyes lingered on the way Prussia's arm rested over Romano's shoulders. He was pleased to see the older Italian wasn't shrugging it off, but part of him wondered how long that would last. He waved and began dragging Germany off, already chattering about inane things.

When they were out of earshot, Feliciano sighed and let the chatter die out. The couple walked in silence for a moment, and Feliciano let his grip loosen until he was just holding Germany's hand.

"Think they'll figure it out?" he asked after a moment, looking up at the blond hopefully.

"No," Germany admitted, "but hopefully they'll get a little closer. Then again, if they do, Prussia won't shut up about it. I don't really need to hear the color of your brother's underwear or what type of drinks he prefers."

Veneziano giggled, not finding his boyfriend's comments offensive at all. The reaction didn't surprise Germany, but he did roll his eyes before leaning down to peck Veneziano's lips.

"Let's focus on us for now, ja?"

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"Should we follow them?"
"At least wait a few minutes, dammit," Lovino snorted, shoving the Prussian's arm off him. He shot the taller ex-nation an annoyed look, leaving his side to grab his jacket. Prussia watched him quietly, raising one thin silver brow.

"So, we are going?" he asked after a moment, his hands shoved into his pockets as he watched the Italian bustle around the room.

"Of course," Lovino replied with a snort, already standing by the door with his hand on the knob, "Are you coming or not?"

"Hell yeah!" Prussia chirped, practically bouncing after Romano. The brunet rolled his eyes, locking the door behind them. He headed for his Vespa, but Gilbert grabbed his arm, his expression serious.

"No way in hell am I letting you drive," he insisted, his expression unusually serious. Romano opened his mouth to argue, but Prussia had already snatched his keys out of his hand.

Romano snarled, arguing as he followed the other man. Prussia wasn't listening though, and he was holding the keys over his head so there was no way the Italian could get to them. It didn't stop him from kicking Prussia, but it didn't have any effect other than making him wince and glare at Romano.
"Okay, where do you think they're going first?" Prussia asked when he'd settled behind the wheel. Romano sulked in the passenger's seat, slumped down so far that from the front, it wouldn't have looked like anyone else was in the car. He shot a glare at Prussia for daring to ask him anything after taking the keys and refused to answer. Prussia's only response was a put-upon sigh; he was just trying to strike up conversation anyway.

"Okay, fine. West made a schedule on his laptop anyway," he huffed, focusing on the road again.
They pulled up to the restaurant in a few minutes, though Lovino's spiteful side reminded him that they would have been there sooner if he'd been driving, though he might have broken a few traffic laws in the process.

"Come on," Prussia urged, jumping out of the car, "Let's scope out the place."
"It's a restaurant," Romano snapped finally, "Just walk in. It's not like they'll notice with all those fucking people in there."

"Nah, come on!" Prussia whined, "It's been forever since I got to do anything cool like this. Humor me."

Romano rolled his eyes, but let Prussia drag him over to a window. Veneziano and Germany were waiting to be seated, the Italian bouncing from foot to foot and babbling while the blond watched him with a patient, affectionate expression. Romano had to admit, there was something between them that he might have been a little jealous of.