Don't own the wonderful world of Hetalia. Haha, world. Get it?
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Where did I leave off again? Oh yea!
"Prussia, I've got your- What are you doing?"
So, I guess you're wondering what he's doing, eh? Well, TIME TO FIND OUT! *cough* Drum roll, please~ *drum roll starts*
I looked over to see Prussia.
With a yellow, fat bird atop his head.
Walking around the house.
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In his dark grey-black boxers.
"WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!" I screeched, almost dropping the glass that I had to walk a total of three miles to get.
He looked over to me and smiled a little, raising his head up momentarily as if to say 'sup?'. I growled a little.
"I got hot while you were gone, so I took off all my clothes. You don't have a problem with it, do you?" he asked, smirking an evil smirk.
My bottom eyelid twitched in irritance.
"No," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, sarcasm?" he pointed out, "Maybe you want me to undress even more~?"
"Get. Dressed. Now," I demonically growled, giving him a glare even Belarus would be afraid of.
"But I just-"
"NOW."
He shivered his way up the steps to his bedroom. Groaning to myself, I leaned back on the couch and waited for him. I took a small sip out of the glass.
D*** it, he looked sexy.
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