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Out Of The Ordinary - Prussia

You rammed yourself inside the house, followed by the Prussian seconds later. It was very late, about 2:46am. You fell down on the couch, catching your breath.

"I told you it was a bad idea, Bert,"

"________, Gil, not Bert, Roddy calls me that a lot and it's so lame. He thinks it sounds...sophisticated and crap like that," he made a face of disgust when putting emphasis on the word 'sophisticated'.

"In my opinion, it's cute and it makes you sound like trash, so deal with it," you shrugged, flattening the long purple linen dress you were putting on.

"Scuse you, eggplant, cute is not in my dictionary-"

"What is in your dictionary, smug thug?"

"Awesome," he deadpanned. "And your name," he added with a smirk.

"Okay, wow, I'm flattered," you sarcastically reply, although a tiny smile creeped up your face.

"You actually are, aren't you?"

"Bertie, this is not important right now. What's really important is we have no food stock in this damn house and I feel like eating you here right now if we don't find any food-"

"___________," he put his hands on your shoulders while in the other side you really tried not to listen to the constant fire-breathing dragon growling in your stomach. But on the other hand, the way he's so close to you makes your knees feel weak.

You really hated him.

But you will never deny other feelings for the Prussian.

"Look around outside, it's almost three in the morning and you expect yourself to find a place we can eat. I mean, yeah but we might bumped into a burglar or a serial killer like last time which was two days ago, _________, two days ago-"

"And it's your fault you planned the whole daredevil act!"

"oh mY FAULT NOW"

"Besides, I'm strong. And, read my lips, 'drastic times calls for drastic measures',"

. . . .

You cursed loudly, pushing the door open quite harsh, slamming it close and slid against it. The Prussian stopped playing his old flute, distracted by your actions.

"I'm practising, mind you,"

"Don't jump back in the old days, Bert, it's time you learn how to play the drums,"

"Okay, mom," he snickered. "What happened anyways? Almost got run down by a train-driving burglar or?" He left his sentence hanging.

"No!" you lied.

"Chased by a dog," You waited a few minutes. "And yeah...a burglar too. He was holding a mACHETE, BERT, A MACHETE,"

He throwed his head back and laughed his greatest laugh. After it finally died down, he stared down at his flute.

"__________,"

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Did you just call me Bertie last night?"

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically pondering. "I don't know, Bertie,"

"You know you should've saved me from being killed," you changed the topic, crossing your arms.

"My girl's too awesome for that,"

"Thanks Bertie," you sat on his lap, dugging your hands on his hair, ruffling it quite hard. "That helps,"

"Forever welcome," he wrapped his arms around you. "Forever love you,"

"You dumbass," he added.

Relationship : Out of the ordinary.