Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own Hetalia

Gilbert flopped almost despondently onto Kiku's couch, groaning. "Kiku," he said, stretching across his lap. "Kiku, why is my brother so fucking oblivious?"

"Oh? What happened now?" Kiku asked, shifting so that Gilbert's weight was distributed more comfortably across his lap.

"It's him and Feliciano again," Gilbert said, dramatically throwing his arms across his face. The effect was quite ruined, however, when Pochi, Kiku's dog, jumped onto Gilbert's chest from where he had been nestled on top of the sofa next to Kiku's head.

"Oh, hey Pochi," he mumbled, barely lifting his arm up to see as he pet the tiny dog. Kiku snorted softly at the sight.

"Something funny, Kiku?" Gilbert asked.

"Oh nothing, you just look cute, that's all," Kiku responded.

In one smooth motion, Gilbert swung his legs off of Kiku's lap and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, plopping Pochi onto his lap as he did so. "Of course I look cute. I am the great Gilbert Beilschmidt, after all!" he proclaimed proudly.

Kiku smiled and hummed his agreement, turning his head and kissing Gilbert.

Gilbert in turn grinned at him almost deliriously in joy and Kiku couldn't help but full-on laugh because his boyfriend was just too adorable to not do so.