Give Prussia an inch and he'll take a mile, Romano...

Second half! Enjoy!

-GEROFAHLOWM-

They weren't kicked out of the meeting, but they were forced to sit apart from each other for the remainder of it. Prussia was stuck between his brother and Japan, while Romano was moved across the table to sit beside Spain. The blond tried numerous times to get Romano's attention. The younger nation avoided looking in his direction at all cost, so Prussia had to endure all the boring politics without Romano's artful distractions. Prussia would just have to wait till afterwards to challenge him to a rematch—to be held as soon as possible and in the nearest closet, so no one would catch them and they didn't have to stop. Fuck yeah.

When the meeting did finally end, Prussia found Romano in the entrance hall, chatting with none other than Spain. Prussia was about to rush up and greet them when he noted the proximity at which his friend stood by his former henchman. Did he always get so intimate when talking to someone? Spain was naturally personable, but it seemed weird. Prussia didn't particularly care for it. Even less for the hand that was placed on the small of Romano's back. The history that Spain and Romano shared should have explained things, but it actually made Prussia dislike the scene even more.

He marched up to the two of them and wrapped his arms around Romano's shoulders. The affectionate, greedy display shocked the Italian, who jumped and nearly cracked Prussia's jaw with the back of his skull. Spain's reaction was less surprised and more disapproving. Prussia shot him a look as if to say, "What? I called dibs, like, months ago. Suck it."

He and Spain may have been old friends, and Prussia couldn't really fault him for having as good of taste as him, but that didn't mean a thing when he was so close to victory.

"Well," Spain said after a moment. "I'd better go." He told Romano that he would see him tomorrow, gave Prussia a parting glance like he was prepared to castrate him if it came down to that, and then headed out.

Romano tore away from Prussia's embrace and demanded to know what the hell was wrong with him. Prussia wasn't sure if he was referring to the way he'd hugged him in front of Spain or to the events of that day in general, but that question wasn't as important as Prussia's anyway. "There's nothing going on between you and Spain, right?"

"What the fuck?!"

He shrugged like he wasn't bothered, because he totally wasn't. Jealousy wasn't awesome at all. Still, "You two are awfully close."

"Our relationship isn't like that," Romano said. "Why do you care, anyway?"

Prussia cocked his head, lifting an eyebrow. "You have to ask that? After what happened during the meeting?"

"Well, um..." He was so adorable when he was flustered. "It's not any of your business, so...just go bug my brother or something." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and started towards the door.

"But I want to bug you," Prussia said, following after him.

"Because the potato bastard would kill you if you tried to pull this shit with Veneziano..."

"Hey, I'm not scared of West. Yeah, I think your brother's cute, but if I wanted to be with him as much as I want to be with you then I'd get with him and fuck West. Wow, that last part came out weird." Romano didn't approve of the response. His scowl deepened and he picked up his pace to get away from Prussia. "Hey, come on."

"Fuck off."

Prussia grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Though Romano struggled, Prussia held him still. "Do you like me?"

It was difficult to tell sometimes if Romano was trying to be coy, if he was conflicted about what he wanted, or if he never had any idea what he was doing at all. Prussia suspected it was all of those at once, exhibited in varying degrees, so he decided to stick with the straightforward approach and see how that worked out.

Romano couldn't answer coherently. He was stammering all over the place, which was as good an indication as any, Prussia supposed.

"I think you do," he said.

"No! I just...uuh..."

Romano hid his reddening face behind his hands, but Prussia removed them and held them to his chest.

"I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?"

"...O-okay."

As sentimental as it was, Prussia wanted very much for their first kiss to be absolutely incredible, so he didn't pull any punches. He'd had his fair share of experience, and Romano, being Italian, of course knew what he was doing. What began as tentative and modest quickly extended to wanton exploration with both tongues and hands. And, yes, if Prussia did say so himself, it was the most awesome kiss ever.

He broke away momentarily and smirked down at Romano. "What you were doing during the meeting was pretty dirty. I'm getting turned on again just remembering it." He started to slip past Romano's clothing, the inconvenience growing less tantalizing and more annoying by the second.

"Not here!" Romano squeaked, shoving Prussia off.

"Okay," he said amiably. "My hotel or yours?"

Romano didn't hesitate in asking, "Which one's closer?"

Prussia didn't remember falling asleep with Romano in his arms, but that's how he awoke the next morning. Romano looked so cute and peaceful curled up on his side that Prussia couldn't bring himself to rouse him. He painstakingly removed himself from the smaller nation and quietly crawled out of bed to wash up.

His brother had booked the closest hotel available for the meeting, so that's where he and Romano had gone. Prussia hadn't had the clarity or the forethought to warn West that he would need the room for special, important activities and that he would probably prefer to crash somewhere else. West might have returned to the hotel after Prussia had gone to sleep. Prussia wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been so worn out that he hadn't even heard him.

The second bed was still fresh and neatly made, though that wasn't a very good hint as to whether or not West had stayed there after all. It wasn't until after Prussia had gotten out of the shower that he noticed the paper on the desk underneath the Do Not Disturb sign with his brother's handwriting saying, "Next time, use this."

Romano stirred and opened his bleary eyes. It took some time for his half-asleep brain to register his surroundings. He hadn't had much of a chance to see the room before, his attention being demanded elsewhere. Prussia, still dressing, asked Romano if he wanted breakfast.

"Hm...that sounds nice..."

Then he saw what time it was.

"Why the hell didn't you get me up sooner?!" Prussia explained the reason, and Romano flushed. "Well...now I'll probably be late..."

While Romano hurriedly put his clothes back on, mumbling under his breath about running to his own hotel to shower and change, Prussia watched him and wondered how even in a moment like this he managed to be so beautiful. Romano caught him and asked why he was staring. Instead of answering, Prussia sat down beside him on the bed, folded his arms around his middle, and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"W-what are you doing?" Prussia breathed deeply, smelling Romano's usual scent—a sweet and earthy smell, like spices—mingled with his own. "Are you a fucking dog now? Stop being weird."

"Everyone's gonna know that you were with me last night."

If they hadn't all guessed that the two of them were going to get it on after what happened in yesterday's meeting, they would hear about it shortly. West knew already. While he wasn't one to spread rumors, Prussia suspected that he would at least tell Italy and Austria about it, and he could count on those two to do the rest.

Romano was surprisingly calm about it. "I guess they will."

"They're bound to ask you about how great the sex was, so I give you permission to speak freely. Go into as much detail as you want."

He crossed his arms in a defiant huff. "Not like there's much to tell."

"That's not what you were screaming last night."

"Well, I'm not surprised that you're used to people faking it with you."

"Oh, come on! I'm the best lay you've ever had! I had you quivering like a virgin."

Romano's cheeks flared. "No you didn't!"

"I think I have marks from your clawing." Prussia turned his back to Romano and started to lift his shirt up. "Check for me."

He was tackled into the mattress as Romano attempted to smother him with a pillow. After a few soft, dizzying blows to his head, Prussia wrestled the pillow from him and tossed it aside. He matched Romano's grumbling with giggling, squishing his cheeks, wanting to make him break out in a smile. Romano claimed to hate his teasing. He said it was annoying. Prussia begged to differ.

Romano retrieved the pillow and slapped Prussia with it one last time, halfheartedly. "You're a jerk."

"You're awesome." The way Romano pursed his lips together to try to hide that the corners of his mouth were turning up enraptured him. Prussia's heart was brimming and he was unable to contain himself. "I love you."

Shit. Holy Shit! Had he really let that slip out?! Romano froze, absolutely terrified. Quick, stupid! Cover it up before it's too late!

"Errr...pasta. I love your pasta."

"Of course you love my pasta, my pasta's the best," Romano said candidly.

Was he buying it? He looked awkwardly between Prussia and the exit. He wasn't buying it.

"I, uhh...really should get going..."

"Right, yeah."

Prussia got up and went with him to the door. He wanted to ask when they'd see each other again. He simply told Romano that he would see him later. Romano nodded without a word, lingering uncertainly. This was an awful way to leave things, and not how Prussia had wanted their relationship to go.

Just as he was thinking that everything was ruined, Romano surprised him with a quick, chaste kiss before scurrying off down the hallway. Prussia grinned to himself, touching his fingertips to his lips to hold on to the sensation. That Italian was certainly something to make him feel this way.

Prussia had completed one mission, with far better results than he'd hoped for, but now he had a new objective. The plans were forming in his mind as Romano looked back over his shoulder, a soft smile gracing his features. Far more critical than the last, Operation "Get Romano to Fall Head-Over-Heels in Love With Me" (GeRoFaHLoWM for short) was underway.

Thought about writing the sex scene, then I changed my mind. Yes, I put Prussia on top, even though I'm really a big fan of Uke Prussia. Since this is a story about their first time, and Romano was being pretty fickle throughout the whole thing, I figured Prussia would have to be more assertive. As for Spain, I feel like he would be worried for his little underling's sake if Romano and Prussia got together, but then he would later be really excited for them to date.

Anyway, short epilogue: Prussia succeeds in Operation GeRoFaHLoWM and he and Romano live happily ever after! Yay!

This story was dumb, but it entertained me while it lasted. Now I'm off to write other dumb things. Farewell!