[Prussia/England] Sweet [aph_fluffathon]
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blood_wingedTitle: Sweet
Rating/Warnings: U, none.
Characters: Prussia, England.
Prompt: Prussia/England, Domestic or married fluff, fic or art, preferably below an NC-17 rating.
Summary: Arthur gets home from work. Fluff ensues.
“Honey, I’m home~” Arthur sang out, half mockingly as he closed the front door and slid his coat off, listening for the tell-tale, only half-meant curse to be thrown at him from wherever the albino ex-nation happened to be. He heard it, rough and in German, from the living room, and headed in that direction, finding Gilbert lying flat on his back on the sofa with one pale arm thrown over his eyes. Moving over, he crouched down beside the man and poked at his elbow, getting a hand batted at him for his trouble and retreating with a laugh.
“Alright, alright…” He stood, ruffling Gilbert’s hair and moving through to the kitchen. Humming to himself, he listened to the sounds of the other man shifting in the living room, the low groan as he sat up and stretched, and he called over the sound of the water running into the sink. “You were missed at work today,” he said, hearing little but a ‘pfh’ sound in response. “No, really! Susan asked after you. Oh, and the reports that your brother sent over from Berlin are in my briefcase for you to look at.”
“Aw, come on, Arts… Did ya have to bring work home with ya?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“Ugh.”
Listening, he heard a thud, likely Gilbert flopping back down on the couch in a fit of sulking, followed by the soft creaking of the old springs as he got up. Arthur sank a small stack of plates into the sink, watching the garden through the kitchen window as he cleaned a few glasses and set them next to the drainer. Behind him, he picked up the unmistakeable sound of bare feet padding across the kitchen floor towards him, and then an arm was wrapping around his waist, drawing him back against a firm chest. He let out a soft hum, mixed contentment and comfort, and turned his head to press his cheek to the albino’s as Gilbert rested his chin against his shoulder.
Gilbert didn’t make it easy to love him. He was obnoxious and rude, stubborn to a fault and always convinced that he was right even when all of the evidence was against him. The Prussian nation rarely talked about his feelings, to the point that it was very difficult to tell what was on his mind, and often when he did show an emotion it was one which was completely inappropriate for the situation. In many ways, he and Arthur were very much alike, and perhaps that was how this had begun in the first place. It was difficult now for either of them to remember precisely how it had begun, but both of them could remember the first time they had realised exactly what they were doing. The first time they had realised that a solid affection for each other had worked its way into their hearts with no intention of departing.
After the fall of the Berlin Wall and the subsequent reunification of Germany there had been little use for Gilbert, though it hadn’t stopped him from making as much of a nuisance of himself as he could, much to the annoyance of his younger brother. Initially, Arthur had been the one who had been charged with removing him from meetings, making sure that he wasn’t getting in the way. He had been sure that it had been some kind of cruel joke on Ludwig’s part to have him be some kind of childminder for this errant ex-nation, but as the weeks and months rolled by he began to find himself enjoying the time that he would be forced to spend manhandling the albino out of places that he wasn’t supposed to be. Gilbert would seem pop up in places where things were happening that wouldn’t even concern him, something which he would later admit he had only done in order to focus more of the English nation’s attention on him.
The albino pushed his nose against Arthur’s neck, distracting him from his thoughts, and he let out a low ‘hmm’ sound, turning his head just slightly to catch a glimpse of white hair and snowy skin, blood-red eyes that flashed briefly to his before they moved back to the window. Arthur grabbed a towel and dried his hands, then clasped them over Gilbert’s, rubbing his thumb over the slim metal band around his left ring finger.
They’d been married for three years now, though it had almost not happened when Gilbert’s nerves and commitment issues had nearly got the better of him and he had been an hour late for the service. When he had finally arrived he had barely been able to stumble his way through his vows and had told Arthur after the fact that he had been halfway to the airport before he had come to his senses upon opening his wallet and seeing the picture of Arthur that he kept in there. Arthur had just laughed.
Gilbert nipped at his ear, mumbling something endearing in German and Arthur turned in his arms, lifting his hands to rest them on the Prussian nation’s chest, circling his thumbs over the fabric of his shirt. He looked up, and Gilbert grinned, that self-assured, confident grin that had at one time simply made Arthur want to head butt him. Now, it was one of his favourite things about the man.
“What’re ya thinkin’ about?” Gilbert murmured, touching the tip of his nose to Arthur’s. He would never dare be this affectionate in public. Arthur smiled.
“You,” he replied, watching the immediate blush that raced over the other man’s paper-white cheeks, colouring them with a delicate pink as he pulled away and cleared his throat. “It’s rather a pity that no one else sees how sweet you can be.”
“I ain’t sweet.”
“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.”
It was a debate that Gilbert knew he couldn’t win, one they’d had too many times and so he simply rolled his eyes and dropped a kiss on the English nation’s lips as his own special way of admitting defeat. Arthur wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him close, hearing the little ‘oof’ sound that his tight hold produced, and after a moment felt slim arms come up around him, returning the embrace. A slow sigh escaped him as the last stresses of the day eased under the warm contact, the two fingers rubbing idle circles at the base of his spine.
This kind of thing made everything worth it, all of the waiting and the disapproval from other nations about his choice of partner. There had been some significant pressure from several of them when he had finally made his intentions towards Gilbert clear, but he had ignored all of it. Years of training himself not to give a damn about what anyone thought of him had definitely come in handy, but in the end, it had all turned out for the best and he hadn’t regretted a moment.
“Are ya done?” A silly question, really, but Arthur nodded, his hand taken in the next moment as he was led to the sitting room and pulled down onto the couch, seated almost uncomfortably across the albino’s lap. He let out a low ‘pfh’ sound and leaned back, propping his head up on one hand while Gilbert ran two fingertips idly up and down his thighs. “’S our anniversary next week.”
“Mm, is it?”
“Mmhm.” Gilbert groped for the remote and flicked the television off standby, channel hopping until he came to a channel showing some old British game show. “Three years. Ya wanna do something or just leave it?”
“Hmm.” Shutting his eyes, Arthur let out a slow breath through his nose. “Let’s do something. You can choose.” He cracked one eye open. “I’ll trust you to make it good.”
Smirking softly, Gilbert rested his head back against the couch and patted Arthur’s knee. “I’ll make it good, alright. Don’t ya worry about that.” Self assured confidence thrummed through the Prussian nation’s voice and Arthur smiled, letting his eyes close and allowing a comfortable feeling to settle into his limbs. It had never felt unnatural, after knowing the man for so long. He had definitely been someone worth waiting for.
Rating/Warnings: U, none.
Characters: Prussia, England.
Prompt: Prussia/England, Domestic or married fluff, fic or art, preferably below an NC-17 rating.
Summary: Arthur gets home from work. Fluff ensues.
*****
“Honey, I’m home~” Arthur sang out, half mockingly as he closed the front door and slid his coat off, listening for the tell-tale, only half-meant curse to be thrown at him from wherever the albino ex-nation happened to be. He heard it, rough and in German, from the living room, and headed in that direction, finding Gilbert lying flat on his back on the sofa with one pale arm thrown over his eyes. Moving over, he crouched down beside the man and poked at his elbow, getting a hand batted at him for his trouble and retreating with a laugh.
“Alright, alright…” He stood, ruffling Gilbert’s hair and moving through to the kitchen. Humming to himself, he listened to the sounds of the other man shifting in the living room, the low groan as he sat up and stretched, and he called over the sound of the water running into the sink. “You were missed at work today,” he said, hearing little but a ‘pfh’ sound in response. “No, really! Susan asked after you. Oh, and the reports that your brother sent over from Berlin are in my briefcase for you to look at.”
“Aw, come on, Arts… Did ya have to bring work home with ya?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“Ugh.”
Listening, he heard a thud, likely Gilbert flopping back down on the couch in a fit of sulking, followed by the soft creaking of the old springs as he got up. Arthur sank a small stack of plates into the sink, watching the garden through the kitchen window as he cleaned a few glasses and set them next to the drainer. Behind him, he picked up the unmistakeable sound of bare feet padding across the kitchen floor towards him, and then an arm was wrapping around his waist, drawing him back against a firm chest. He let out a soft hum, mixed contentment and comfort, and turned his head to press his cheek to the albino’s as Gilbert rested his chin against his shoulder.
Gilbert didn’t make it easy to love him. He was obnoxious and rude, stubborn to a fault and always convinced that he was right even when all of the evidence was against him. The Prussian nation rarely talked about his feelings, to the point that it was very difficult to tell what was on his mind, and often when he did show an emotion it was one which was completely inappropriate for the situation. In many ways, he and Arthur were very much alike, and perhaps that was how this had begun in the first place. It was difficult now for either of them to remember precisely how it had begun, but both of them could remember the first time they had realised exactly what they were doing. The first time they had realised that a solid affection for each other had worked its way into their hearts with no intention of departing.
After the fall of the Berlin Wall and the subsequent reunification of Germany there had been little use for Gilbert, though it hadn’t stopped him from making as much of a nuisance of himself as he could, much to the annoyance of his younger brother. Initially, Arthur had been the one who had been charged with removing him from meetings, making sure that he wasn’t getting in the way. He had been sure that it had been some kind of cruel joke on Ludwig’s part to have him be some kind of childminder for this errant ex-nation, but as the weeks and months rolled by he began to find himself enjoying the time that he would be forced to spend manhandling the albino out of places that he wasn’t supposed to be. Gilbert would seem pop up in places where things were happening that wouldn’t even concern him, something which he would later admit he had only done in order to focus more of the English nation’s attention on him.
The albino pushed his nose against Arthur’s neck, distracting him from his thoughts, and he let out a low ‘hmm’ sound, turning his head just slightly to catch a glimpse of white hair and snowy skin, blood-red eyes that flashed briefly to his before they moved back to the window. Arthur grabbed a towel and dried his hands, then clasped them over Gilbert’s, rubbing his thumb over the slim metal band around his left ring finger.
They’d been married for three years now, though it had almost not happened when Gilbert’s nerves and commitment issues had nearly got the better of him and he had been an hour late for the service. When he had finally arrived he had barely been able to stumble his way through his vows and had told Arthur after the fact that he had been halfway to the airport before he had come to his senses upon opening his wallet and seeing the picture of Arthur that he kept in there. Arthur had just laughed.
Gilbert nipped at his ear, mumbling something endearing in German and Arthur turned in his arms, lifting his hands to rest them on the Prussian nation’s chest, circling his thumbs over the fabric of his shirt. He looked up, and Gilbert grinned, that self-assured, confident grin that had at one time simply made Arthur want to head butt him. Now, it was one of his favourite things about the man.
“What’re ya thinkin’ about?” Gilbert murmured, touching the tip of his nose to Arthur’s. He would never dare be this affectionate in public. Arthur smiled.
“You,” he replied, watching the immediate blush that raced over the other man’s paper-white cheeks, colouring them with a delicate pink as he pulled away and cleared his throat. “It’s rather a pity that no one else sees how sweet you can be.”
“I ain’t sweet.”
“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.”
It was a debate that Gilbert knew he couldn’t win, one they’d had too many times and so he simply rolled his eyes and dropped a kiss on the English nation’s lips as his own special way of admitting defeat. Arthur wrapped his arms around the man and pulled him close, hearing the little ‘oof’ sound that his tight hold produced, and after a moment felt slim arms come up around him, returning the embrace. A slow sigh escaped him as the last stresses of the day eased under the warm contact, the two fingers rubbing idle circles at the base of his spine.
This kind of thing made everything worth it, all of the waiting and the disapproval from other nations about his choice of partner. There had been some significant pressure from several of them when he had finally made his intentions towards Gilbert clear, but he had ignored all of it. Years of training himself not to give a damn about what anyone thought of him had definitely come in handy, but in the end, it had all turned out for the best and he hadn’t regretted a moment.
“Are ya done?” A silly question, really, but Arthur nodded, his hand taken in the next moment as he was led to the sitting room and pulled down onto the couch, seated almost uncomfortably across the albino’s lap. He let out a low ‘pfh’ sound and leaned back, propping his head up on one hand while Gilbert ran two fingertips idly up and down his thighs. “’S our anniversary next week.”
“Mm, is it?”
“Mmhm.” Gilbert groped for the remote and flicked the television off standby, channel hopping until he came to a channel showing some old British game show. “Three years. Ya wanna do something or just leave it?”
“Hmm.” Shutting his eyes, Arthur let out a slow breath through his nose. “Let’s do something. You can choose.” He cracked one eye open. “I’ll trust you to make it good.”
Smirking softly, Gilbert rested his head back against the couch and patted Arthur’s knee. “I’ll make it good, alright. Don’t ya worry about that.” Self assured confidence thrummed through the Prussian nation’s voice and Arthur smiled, letting his eyes close and allowing a comfortable feeling to settle into his limbs. It had never felt unnatural, after knowing the man for so long. He had definitely been someone worth waiting for.
