This is based on Prussia's awesome song "My Song which is for me and Performed by Me" on the Oresame no CD Drama CD coming out this week. Once I heard the song, I started this but then I couldn't upload it cause of site errors. Now I can upload it!

On Your Knees
By Holly Lawliet

Gilbert stared, grinning ear to ear as he watched the expression of Roderich's face change from shock to just darn right aggravated. "So~ how is my awesome singing? You know you love it cause it's made by AWESOME!" Gilbert continued to bask in his so called "awesomeness" as the Austrian turned off the disc player.

"Would you rather me lie so you'll be pleased?" Austria asked, massaging his temples for the headache bond to happen. Prussia just gave a small cackle as the little chick resting on his chest peeped. "Oh why do I even ask?" The brunette sat on the sofa across the way from the blood-eyed mess of a nation, avoiding any contact.

"My professional opinion; it sounds like you just bashed a bunch of pots and pans together and screamed your head off. But that's just my opinion. I'm sure you'd get the evaluation you're looking for from Alfred."

"Alfred?!" Prussia gave another laugh and stretched his legs across the table, smudging the glass with his filthy boots. "That guy doesn't know a thing about being "Awesome"! Just because he can sing about fatty foods with a straight face doesn't mean squat! I turned to you cause you play music like every freakin' second of the day." Austria just groaned at the less than respectful comment and sipped his tea.

"Music is in the eye of the beholder, Gilbert. What you think that nonsense was is your opinion; just don't go forcing that on others when you get a negative review." Gilbert stuck his tongue out and just fluffed his pet chickie, who was currently tugging at the chord of his iron cross. Seeing as there was no need for him, Roderich collected his dishes and started to walk out.

"On your knees~!"

"I beg your pardon?" Roderich paused as he walked past the sofa. He was sure Gilbert spoke but the Prussian's face was decorated with nothing but those piercing ruby eyes and the grin of mastermind. Ignoring the ingrate, he started back toward the kitchen when he felt a tug on his cravat pulling and turning him around, and forcing his knees and tea set to the floor.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, what on earth do you think you'r—?" He was cut off as a pair of lips silenced him. Roderich tried to his best capability to remove the ruffian off of him but alas he knew the albino was stronger than him. No matter how hard he tried to remove the other's lips from his, his efforts all down the drain as Gilbert's grip tighten, refusing to let go.

Roderich finally got a gasp of breath as Gilbert stepped back, those red eyes thirsting for more. "I don't know what has gotten into that thick skull of yours but—."

"Praise me! Admire me!"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Gilbert sneered, like nothing had ever happened. "Come here!" He gave the wrinkled cravat another tug, forcing Roderich to meet him face-to face too close to his liking. "I'll pat your head!" And indeed, he patted the aristocrat's well trimmed head.

"Oh God, Gilbert, you're singing—."

"Indeed I am!" Prussia gleamed, giving Austria another pat.

Roderich rolled his eyes and gave a groan. "And is there any reason you are singing this crime of a song?" Gilbert grinned and licked his lips, the taste of a comeback on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm just too good looking!" Releasing Roderich with a thud, Gilbert skedaddled back to his trusty, fluffy, yellow, chick was watching both nations from the safety of the arm of the coach. "Like a little bird!"

So, wha chu people think? Bad, good? First PrussiaxAustria fic but certainly not my first with the couple. Don't mind the cheesy kissing scene; wasn't really planned but more like my fingers took over. R&R~!