SOY: last chapter of the PruIta fic! We're closing this down, and I hope you liked this fic as much as I've liked writing it. ^^ please enjoy this last chapter, where things get finally solved!

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Rating: K+

Warnings: Prussia.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. But I love working through fanfics of it.

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Romancing for Dummies (Prussia)

Chapter 04: How to successfully seduce your clueless loved one

"So" France deliberately took a long, slow sip from his wine, and swallowed it down just as slowly, savouring each drop, making Prussia shift uneasily for more than a minute before continuing. "What exactly made you come back here, wallowing in self pity, ready to admit that I was right?"

Gilbert gritted his teeth, but lowered his head in acceptance and fought the urge to facepalm.

"I…"

But he couldn't tell France that all the little details mattered so much now.

That now, there was a chance –Italy didn't consider a relationship with Germany other than being his friend– that Prussia could win Italy's heart.

How the smaller things that before he'd tried to avoid –thinking about Italy smiling, how he was happy when playing his violin, the gestures he did when teaching Prussia his manners… everything felt fresher, more powerful.

The bubbly feeling of… hope… that he had inside, she sheer delight in knowing that there was a chance for him… not forced to ignore his desire just because his brother came first…

If it wasn't terribly demeaning, Prussia would say he was shaking in glee.

Somehow, Spain appeared to catch something in Prussia's face or tone, or maybe in his hesitation, because he grabbed France's arm and slightly shook his head; the French fell silent, and his face took on a more serious shade.

"Prussia, is this what I think…?"

Well, Gilbert's smile was almost blinding. It even disturbed Gilbird, on his hair. "I was wrong" he admitted. "I love him".

Maybe it could have felt off to be able to say such, especially since he'd denied himself the chance not even two hours before, but no, it didn't. The words easily rolled out from his lips, and he couldn't hide the smirk.

"You don't want a quick lay" Spain leaned forwards, eyeing him, searching for something in his stare.

He shook his head in reply.

Antonio grasped his shoulder, smiling at him. He knew that admission had been hard. "¿Como estas?"

"Gut" he grumbled out, clenching his hands into fists.

"Then, mon cher, why are you here?"

Gilbert looked up, meeting Francis in the eyes then sharing a similar gaze with Antonio, knowing they would quickly understand his problem –he'd never wanted to seduce someone out of love.

He'd never loved.

Not in the… love sense of the term.

He'd had his numerous relationships, but none had been close to mattering in terms of emotions.

Sex. Always sex.

But now, he wanted the Italian. Someone who looked at him and saw both Prussia and Gilbert, and the things he hid from others. He had a chance, and a better one than any other person ever –because he understood Italy, cared for him, and saw the person below the surface.

He had a chance, and he was going to use it to the end.

And yet, together with this admission, a strong feeling of possessiveness was rousing inside his body. He wanted Italy to know.

He really wanted Italy to know. Court him, making him happy, hold him and touch him and kiss him. He wanted to listen to him play, he wanted to play for him, he wanted all of this.

It was more than a chance –it was a challenge, and Prussia never backed down from a challenge.

"You're really an idiot" France sighed. "And an idiot in love, of all things… you have no idea how to court Italy, right?"

"How to make his heart yours" Spain purred, leaning forwards, smirking flirtatiously at the Prussian.

"How to grasp that chance…" France flicked his hair back. "And make him yours".

Prussia slouched down on the couch, nodding.

"Do not be afraid! That's where I come in!" France stood up, and his smirk was positively devious. "I'm not known as the king of sensuality for nothing, hmmm?" Spain chuckled at him, but nodded. "You've been taught Italian romance, but with that, he's not going to notice, because he's Italy. I'll teach you something better now".

Francis kneeled in front of Gilbert, pressing one hand on his knee, attracting his attention.

"Let your friend help you out, mon cher Gilbert. Because you deserve this. I'll teach you… French Seduction".

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With a bright smile, Italy looked out of the car, watching the streets with curious eyes.

"Ve~ this is quite a good idea, Gilbert…" he turned towards the driver, smiling at him. "This fake date will allow me to check on your progresses!"

Prussia flashed him a smile, and using the fact that there was a red light, he leaned towards the Italian, one finger gently pressing against his cheek, sliding away slowly.

"Of course" he murmured. "To be able to catch the heart of the person I want, I'll have to be at my best…"

Italy flushed slightly, staring at Prussia, but caught himself and turned to the window again, humming happily.

The trip was short, especially because Prussia directed the conversation towards subjects they both liked –music, art and books– and Italy noticed the car slowing down only when they had just reached their destination.

"Ve~ where are we?"

"It's a French restaurant… Francis guaranteed they have the best food" parking the car close to the entrance, Prussia hurried to Italy's side, opening the door for him.

Feliciano smiled proudly at him as he got out from his seat, and the moment he was standing, Prussia leaned forwards and inconspicuously pressed his hand on his back, a soft touch that was gone the moment Italy blinked, but that was enough to make him flush again.

Gilbert observed the Italian's face carefully, hiding a smirk.

"Remember," Francis' words flickered through his mind "Keep touching him. Make your presence always at his side, brushing your finger on his shoulders, cheeks, arms… even to his back… keep it brief, fleeting, never linger enough for him to be able to get used to the touch…"

"Ah~ I love Brother France's food… you'll take Austria here too?" Italy cleared his voice, looking at the building and trying to ignore the brief contact that somehow made him warm up. "It looks neat".

"Hmmm" Prussia's noncommittal murmur had Italy turn around again. "It is a place to take your precious one, indeed".

Without allowing Italy to say anything, Prussia preceded him to the door and held it open for him; giggling at that, Italy entered, feeling once again the albino's hand press against his cheek as he passed, vaguely brushing against his curl.

Italy shuddered, cheeks suddenly heating up, but the fingers retreated as quickly as they had appeared, and then they were inside the restaurant, with a cosy, warm feeling and a maitre moving towards them.

"I have a table reservation for two" Prussia stated, nodding to the man.

The man moved towards the reception and nodded, checking something on the computer. "Mr. Weillschmidt,yes, please follow me".

This time, when Italy reached Prussia, the other nation let their sides touch, his hand briefly sliding against Italy's but not looking down to see the other's reaction.

They were taken to a rather secluded table, and the waiter placed down the menus in front of them, bowing after Prussia ordered one of the best wine bottles.

Pushing the chair out, he motioned for Italy to sit down, and just as he sat down, Prussia leaned forwards, cheek grazing Italy's, and smiled "comfortable?" he purred, fingers coming to rest on the other's shoulders.

Italy, flustered and confused, could only nod, before the Prussian was pulling away, moving to sit in front of him and barely glancing at the menu.

"Ah… Gilbert…?"

Crimson eyes turned to him, and Italy fell silent, suddenly unable to speak. There was a certain kind of intensity in the stare that made his blush return full force.

The waiter chose that moment to return to pick their meal, and this time Prussia, lifting one finger, placed down a long and complicate order for the both of them, never once looking away from Italy, who by the end of the list felt his stomach twist –and definitely not for the food.

"Perfect, Mr. Weillschmidt," the man nodded and after placing down the wine, he left them alone.

Prussia chuckled, his tone an octave lower, and took the bottle, pouring them both a glass of wine.

"I thought you didn't enjoy wine~" Italy grabbed his glass, avoiding to look up and instead concentrating on the cherry liquid.

"With Francis as a friend, I could never live it down if I couldn't taste the best when the occasion deserves it" Prussia smiled and took a taste, tongue flickering out to lick at his lips in a way that could have made anyone flush.

Which is what Italy did.

Unable to understand what was making such a difference, and just how could Prussia turn so… handsomely seducing in the course of a night, Italy took a sip of his wine and tried to relax.

He was there to monitor Prussia's skills, and he had to remember he was doing this for Austria.

He couldn't let his attention waver just because the other was acting so…

Italy swallowed. If things continued like this, his blush would never disappear.

The rest of the dinner moved on pleasantly, so much that during their conversation Italy found his control slipping, and instead of paying attention to what the albino did, he allowed himself to be swept away, enjoying the evening.

Having consumed the dessert and ready to go, Italy blinked out of his stupor as he noticed how late it was, and how distracted he'd been until then.

It had felt more like a real date than anything else, and thinking that, Feliciano shook his head, straightening up. He had to remember that Gilbert was doing this for Roderich. Not for hi… not for anything else.

This was a test, and Feliciano had to admit the Prussian was truly amazing at that.

Refusing to allow Italy to contribute to the bill, Prussia was once again the perfect gentleman –holding the door of the restaurant open again –and again, one hand brushing against Italy's back, sending a shiver down his spine– and even the door of the car.

As Italy was getting in, though, a person appeared on the sidewalk; he was holding an enormous bouquet of crimson roses, and he was clearly moving from place to place to sell them. Motioning for the Italian to stay still, Prussia reached for the man. Under the surprised gaze of Italy, the albino bought a single rose with a smirk, and returned to the car.

"Gil–"

"This is for you, Feliciano" the way Gilbert pronounced his name made the Italian fidget. "I've spent a wonderful evening and dinner with you, thank you".

Presented with the rose, Italy moved to take it, flustered, and Prussia took hold of his fingers, holding them in his hand and gently pressing the rose into them, never once glancing away from the brown eyes of the Italian.

"When offering a flower" France's voice lectured again "never look away. Your eyes need to keep him rooted in place, showing him you are only thinking about him –grab his fingers, be sensual whilst you give him the flower…"

Slowly, one of Prussia's hands shifted down Italy's arm, reaching for his elbow and pushing the hand up towards his face; as if Prussia's only purpose was to breath in the scent of the rose, he let his lips have the faintest contact with Italy's fingers holding the flower, then retreated, fingers releasing Italy's arm.

Cheeks flaming red, and heart thumping wildly in his chest, Italy looked down at the flower, ears buzzing.

'Wha…'

The albino was already in the car by the time Italy snapped out from his shock, and hastily closed the door, clicking the safety belt in.

Glancing every few seconds at Prussia, who was driving and not looking at him, Italy tried to calm himself down. The whole ordeal –the dinner, Prussia's exquisite manners, the way he looked at him… everything was enough to send Italy in a daze.

He'd turned into the perfect seducer.

Austria was, by all means, lucky. Italy had spent so much time with Prussia in the last few weeks that he'd grown to like the other's presence even more than he did before –he had even ended up playing violin for him, which was something he'd done only for his brother, Hungary and Poland before.

Would Prussia stop coming over if he were to get with Austria?

'Ve~ probably yes… he only ever got to spend time with me so that I could teach him how to romance Roderich… he won't need to spend time with me anymore then…'

The thought left him more depressed than he'd thought possible.

Italy was so far gone in his thoughts that he barely felt the tap on his shoulder, and next thing he knew he was staring at Prussia's face –very up close.

"Agh!" backing away, and almost chocking on the seatbelt, Italy felt his cheeks redden again, and this time in shame.

"Easy, Feli" Prussia chuckled, once again filling Italy's chest with warmth. "We're at your house".

Italy smiled, bouncing out from the car, but inwardly feeling sad –he'd enjoyed the evening… it had really been funny and interesting, and of course…

"Ah~ Gilbert, you did really well" he praised, as the other accompanied him to his front door. "I think I have nothing more to teach you~"

"Thank you, Feli…" leaning forwards, Prussia took hold of Italy's hand once again, and brought it to his lips. "Your company made this evening a beautiful one".

Then, instead of kissing the back of Italy's hand, he turned it around, gently kissing his palm.

"That's a really good one, too" that had been France's last advice. "Kissing his hand is romantic. But what you need is something a bit spicier. Kiss him on the palm. Let your lips linger for a moment, and look at him from below. Keep holding his hand, I tell you".

"Ve~" cheeks completely red again, Italy tried to tug the hand away, but Prussia's hold didn't allow him to. Those red eyes were staring straight into him.

Gently, Prussia pulled the smaller frame against his own, his heart going so wild he was afraid the Italian would hear it thumping.

He was there, holding Italy's body against his, staring down in the brown eyes that captivated him so much… Prussia was feeling rightfully victorious.

"Feli…"

Closer –he was leaning down, and Italy's eyes were unfocused, fingers trembling… lips growing closer… closer…

"Ve~!"

Italy pushed him away, gulping and with his breath coming into short gasps.

Prussia took a step backwards, shocked.

"… G–Gilbert… y–you'll do awesomely with… Roderich… so… g–good luck, ve~"

A second later, he'd pushed the front door open and had entered, shutting it close.

Prussia blinked. "Wait –what?"

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Italy remained with his back against the door for an insane amount of time, allowing his heart to calm down; forcing his flush to disappear, he looked down at his trembling hands, still holding the rose Prussia had bought for him.

'W–what happened?!' he thought, eyes wide.

He'd been this close to kissing Prussia –which in retrospect, thinking how that should have been Austria, was good… it meant Prussia had succeeded in his training and was…

But God, he'd almost kissed him.

"Ve~" removing himself from the door, Italy looked at his empty house; his brother was at Spain's, so he had all the night to himself. To just… think things out.

Hiding his face in his hands, Italy flushed again, the memory of Prussia so close to him, his lips almost touching his… Italy had wanted that.

He seriously thought they would kiss, and he wouldn't have objected.

Prussia was…

'When did I start thinking like this?'

But it was true.

He'd wanted Prussia to kiss him –if the warmth in his chest was enough of a hint, he might have developed feelings for him without even realising it, and now…

"But I was just helping him with Austria" he reminded himself, turning towards the door and clicking it open.

He wanted to peer out on the street, knowing the albino was gone already and feeling silly about it, but the moment the door was open, the figure standing on the other side stepped forwards, holding the door wide and staring down at him with a smirk.

"Ve~!" Italy backed away in shock when he realised it was Prussia.

He was still here!

"Feli" shifting close –a bit too close, if Italy's heart running wildly again was an indication– Prussia smirked down at him. "For it to be a successful date, I thought it would end with a kiss…"

"Y–you don't kiss people you don't like" Italy reacted, feeling a fear–so–just–run–away kind of feeling surge in his chest. "You can end it here, Gil~"

"But I want to kiss you, Feli… I do like you" Prussia was still close, and his tone felt a bit like a joke to the Italian.

"Not like that, ve~"

"Why not?" Prussia was smirking like there was no tomorrow.

Italy frowned, a light crease in his brows as he thought about it. It wasn't his place to help Prussia further up, especially since Italy only ever kissed once, and it was when he had still been a child; besides, Italy's policy was to only kiss someone he loved.

'But I did… do want to kiss him…' the thought felt unreal, and Italy recoiled from it, shocked. 'B–besides he wants Austria… so it wouldn't be fair towards both!'

"B–because…"

Prussia sighed, knowing that if he wasn't honest with that, Italy would not understand. France had also been dead on about it.

"Italy won't notice. He's a bit… dense… but you might have known already. If you're not direct about your feelings, he won't notice –although I do have a feeling he's already in a similar spot himself, despite his cluelessness".

Direct was Prussia's second name.

Grabbing the shorter nation in his arms, he leaned forwards until he was staring again in his eyes, preventing the struggling Italy from moving away.

"I want to kiss you" he stated clearly. "I didn't want Roderich's heart. I wanted to fuck him" better be honest about it, too. "Mostly because he never allowed me to. But I accepted your help because I wanted to spend time with you, Feli…" closer again, their noses touching. "Off limits as you were, being with Germany…"

"I'm not with Germany~" Italy, surprised and unbalanced, tried pushing Prussia away, hands pressing on his chest, but he didn't move. "We're just friends~"

"That's what I finally understood. This is why I am here. This is why this evening wasn't a test for me… it was a flat–out date. I was courting you".

Italy's hands fisted the shirt.

'… courting me?'

"Feliciano, I'm in love with you" Gilbert stated, backing the Italian to the wall next to the door. "I love you. You. Not Austria. Never Austria. I love you" he scrambled for something coherent "because you are you. Because we talk. Because you played your violin for me… I wanted you to realise my feelings… I wanted to know if the way you are around me also means you feel something, too".

"Gilbert–"

"I love you" Prussia repeated, stony. "So now, I'm going to kiss you".

Fighting the fuzzy mist clouding his thoughts as Prussia's lips collided with his, licking, kissing and nibbling at them, Italy only had one coherent thought, right before his hands tightened their hold of the other's shirt, tugging him lower.

'… at least he warned me'.

Prussia's brain almost short-circuited in happiness. He was kissing his Italy. And the Italian didn't just let him –he was tentatively kissing back.

Holding him still, Prussia let his senses drown –the taste of his lips, smooth yet firm, how the skin under his fingers felt, as his hands roamed on the Italian's body…

He pulled away, breathing hard and watching Feliciano gasp and shiver, as he hid his face on Gilbert's chest, as red as a tomato.

"Feli…?" a bit worried, his brain still fuzzy, Prussia tentatively prodded at the shivering form, at the same time brushing against the bouncing curl. Italy eeped and pushed away, staring at him, flushed and uncomfortable.

"Uh…"

Gilbert cupped his face, leaning close again. "Italy… how do you feel towards me?"

"I– I wouldn't kiss a person I don't like" Italy stated after a moment of silence. "I… I like spending time with Gilbert. I got to play violin… for you. Tonight, too… ve~ I liked being able to be with you… it was… I was happy. Also before… I didn't think about it… but now…"

Prussia felt his heart race. "So…"

"So maybe I love Gilbert, too…"

Prussia tightened his hold on Italy's body, making him cry out in vague distress –it was soon gone, because leaning forwards, he kissed the Italian again.

Italy let out a soft moan, and kissed back, feeling as he'd finally done the only thing that was needed to settle his mind at ease. Yes, his feelings for Prussia were indeed stronger than he had believed them to be.

Yes. He did love him. Somehow, through their time spent together, through music and shared thoughts, Italy had fallen for Prussia.

"Ti amo, Gilbert" he breathed out as Prussia caught his lips into a kiss for the third time.

Hidden behind a group of bushes, France and Spain high–fived, careful to not make any sound that could alert the newly created couple of their presence.

"Yes! We did it, mi amigo!" Spain chuckled, pumping his fist up and down in a clear show of emotions.

"Feli is so cute all flustered…" France almost drooled, so Spain had to elbow him to the side. "I mean, yes, that's great, we did it!"

Spain shook his head, amused. "Now I just need to kick you to England so we can end that dispute, too" he murmured to himself.

"Quoi?" France turned towards him, tilting his head. "Did you say something, Antonio?"

"Nothing, nothing" Spain chuckled. "Let's get out of here".

Slithering away from the bushes, and keeping out of sight from the two kissing, Spain hid behind the car, checking the surroundings and waiting for France to catch up; the French reached him a second later, still staring in amazement at Prussia and Italy.

"How long do you think they'll keep kissing?"

"Francis! There's no time to…" trailing out as Antonio, too, noticed the two had yet to separate, a silly smile made its way on his face. "A minute".

"I say two minutes –twenty euros".

"Deal".

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SOY: the hell. Finished. This fic took me so much time you have no idea. It was crafted through long, painful months of a line every week or so, whenever inspiration got to me. So it would be really important to me if you could drop me a comment, so I know if you liked it. Thank you for reading!

¿Como estas? (Spanish) – How do you feel?

gut (German) - good.

mon cher (French) – my dear

Ti amo (Italian) – I love you

Mi amigo (Spanish) – my friend

Quoi? (French) – What?