Prussian Stereotypes...?

NOTE~~P.o.V has changed and will for the future ones~~

 “Keeeeeese (your name), what are you looking at?” your Prussian friend Gilbert asked, glancing over your slumped shoulder to see you were on some random site.

“Just looking for something.” you replied back, resting your chin on your free hand while clicking around the site, hoping to find something decent.

Gilbert was still not convinced it was just 'something'. You never just 'walked into his house and used his computer for no reason' unless it was for something important.

Usually it was either something for homework, or your family was hogging the computer(s) in your house.

“Are you suree?~” he laughed, before pulling up a chair next to you with a big grin on his face.

“Som'zing you need to ask the awesome me?”

You rolled your eyes, however having to smile at the same time.

“Yes. If I can find any...” you slowly trailed off while scrolling down a specific site, causing Gilbert to suddenly feel left out.

“Well what is it?!”

“Just sh-”

There a short pause, before you scratched your chin in thought. You were trying to find some 'Purssian Stereotypes' but considering you couldn't find any, knowing Prussia and Germany were brothers, maybe they would have the same kind of stereotypes.

“Is is true Prussians like to drink beer?”

The white haired man raised an eyebrow before answering. Then he smirked.

“Of course! Everyone loves beer, don't they-”

He looked over at you, to see you giving him a 'your-such-a-liar' glance. He laughed a little, trying to avoid your gaze.

“Any o'zer questions (your name)?”

You sighed and tried to think. Rubbing your temples together, you finally came to a thought. It was more of a German stereotype, but it would do.

“Are all Prussians 'hard working' and 'responsible'?”

“Well duh!” Gilbert cried. “We're awesome..AND responsible!”

You rolled your eyes again, yet once again laughing at his childish behaviour. For a grown man going around calling himself 'awesome' just made you think of something a younger child would do.

“Is z'at it (your name)?” Gilbert asked, leaning in slowly, waiting ever so patiently to hear what you had to say next. “I'm ready for ze next question.”

Only..you hadn't really gotten that far. There weren't any questions to begin with. So you said aloud the first thing that came to your mind...

“Do Prussians like bondage?” not even thinking, instead just went on and blurted it out.

Once realizing what you said, you instantly covered your mouth and slowly turn red, while the albino man just burst into laughter.

“Where did you hear zat (your name)?” he said in mid-laughing session.

You just shrugged, hoping your red cheeks would fade, but of course, they didn't.

It was then you realized that Gilbert was a near inch from your face.

“We could...test zat theory?” he asked quietly, brushing a few hairs out of your eyes.

As the moment seemed to have arrived, you were about to pucker your lips for a kiss, when he leaned back and began to laugh again, causing you to cross your arms in anger.

“BONDAGE?! HAHAHA YOU SILLY (YOUR NAME)!” he didn't stop. Just went on and on in laughter.

Once it seemed like you'd been there for hours, you finally got up and pulled down his neck tie, causing his lips to crash onto yours. Cheeks blazing red, you let go of his tie, causing his to lean back a little, his laughing finally ceased.

“(Your name)?”

“Hm, what-”

The moment you turned your head to face him, you felt his warm lips on yours again, as they claimed them in a sweet kiss. He even turned his head slightly to the right to deepen it, causing you to smile a little, and pull away.

“Hey (Your name)?”

You glanced at him again, of course the smile not leaving your face.

“You still want to test zat theory with the awesome me?” he winked, just as your smile turned into a smirk.

As soon as he leaned down for another kiss, you blocked it with your hand.

“We can test that theory later. First you gotta' help me make dinner.”

The Prussian man groaned, before joining you into the kitchen. However, he somehow found a way to bring the whole 'bondage' question back into his mind, and began laughing again. At least, until you took a frying pan and (lightly I hope) hit him over the head.

Smiling as he rubbed the bump (that wasn't there) on his head, you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I just pulled an Elizabeta.”