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Warning: Fluff...implied smut...maybe? *is shot* um..Prussia OOC-ness? *is shot again*
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If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work, open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
She was upset. Upset that it seemed like Prussia didn't have any time for her. He was always working or out drinking. She wondered if he'd even remember their anniversary (which was today). She wondered if she did something wrong that made him stay late at work. When ever he was home she would try anything to turn his head and it seemed like nothing was working. She could only hope that he would realize how much she missed him…and soon he did.
"[Name]! I'm home!" Prussia shouted, his work bag falling to the floor with a loud thud.
She smoothed out her clothes while she walked to the front door.
"How was work Gilbert?" She asked, putting on a small smile.
The sexy smirk on her husband's face made her stomach flip.
"It was okay, but I couldn't wait to come home." He replied.
From behind his back he pulled out a dozen roses wrapped in pink tissue paper. "Happy awesome anniversary."
"Gilbert," She whispered in shock, taking the roses from him.
The love in his eyes showed clearly as he leaned down and kissed her passionately yet gently.
"I love you," He said once they broke for air, "I'm sorry that I haven't much time for you and I promise that I will."
"Thank you Gilbert," She said, a real smile adorning her face. "I made you favorite dinner~"
"It might have to wait a while." Prussia smirked.
"Why is that?"
"I'll be too busy invading your vital regions~"
With that he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder- carrying her up the stairs. He might be an egotistical idiot but he was her idiot- forever.
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
To open a door to the heart that I hurt
And I hope you know this- this look in my eyes
Cause I'm gonna make things right for the rest of your life.
~.~.~
If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work, open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
She was upset. Upset that it seemed like Prussia didn't have any time for her. He was always working or out drinking. She wondered if he'd even remember their anniversary (which was today). She wondered if she did something wrong that made him stay late at work. When ever he was home she would try anything to turn his head and it seemed like nothing was working. She could only hope that he would realize how much she missed him…and soon he did.
"[Name]! I'm home!" Prussia shouted, his work bag falling to the floor with a loud thud.
She smoothed out her clothes while she walked to the front door.
"How was work Gilbert?" She asked, putting on a small smile.
The sexy smirk on her husband's face made her stomach flip.
"It was okay, but I couldn't wait to come home." He replied.
From behind his back he pulled out a dozen roses wrapped in pink tissue paper. "Happy awesome anniversary."
"Gilbert," She whispered in shock, taking the roses from him.
The love in his eyes showed clearly as he leaned down and kissed her passionately yet gently.
"I love you," He said once they broke for air, "I'm sorry that I haven't much time for you and I promise that I will."
"Thank you Gilbert," She said, a real smile adorning her face. "I made you favorite dinner~"
"It might have to wait a while." Prussia smirked.
"Why is that?"
"I'll be too busy invading your vital regions~"
With that he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder- carrying her up the stairs. He might be an egotistical idiot but he was her idiot- forever.
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
To open a door to the heart that I hurt
And I hope you know this- this look in my eyes
Cause I'm gonna make things right for the rest of your life.
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I was going through some old writings that I've done for contests and found this and thought "Meh, why not. Let's post this here" (this was originally on my account on quizilla- no flaming about me stealing work. You can't steal your own work)
I do not own the picture and the song in italics is Buy Me A Rose by Luther Vandross.
I do not own the picture and the song in italics is Buy Me A Rose by Luther Vandross.
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'I'll be too busy invading your vital regions.'
OwO Yep. That's meine awesome Prussia~
OwO Yep. That's meine awesome Prussia~