Austria sighed, leaning heavily on the counter in his kitchen. He took a sip of his ice water, glad that he had been able to change his clothes and cool off, since his air conditioner was running. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and didn't bother to turn around as he felt another presence enter the room.

"I trust that you found a change of clothes?" He asked, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the mocking laugh he received.

"Well, duh. I mean, I'm not stupid. And don't even say it, I know yer thinkin' it, pansy-ass specs," Prussia replied sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.

"… Alright, I won't," Austria responded blankly – however, a tinge of amusement laced his voice. Prussia, of course, heard this, and – being the mature male that he was – he stomped his foot on the floor and whined.

A manly whine, of course.

The awesome Prussia never whined like a girly child.

Never.

"Gilbert, are you throwing a temper tantrum?" Austria forced back a chuckle and schooled a smirk off his face, before he turned to face Prussia. It was then that he realized he should have put his glass down, as his fingers fell slack and the glass nearly slipped from them.

Prussia was standing bare, save for a long, white t-shirt; the baggy cotton slung around his shoulders and hanging in folds around his wiry form, the hem stopping mere inches above his knees. Prussia shifted his weight, causing the wrinkled collar to slide and reveal one pale collarbone, and, as would be expected, he had a look on his face that resembled that of the cat that had caught the canary.

Austria felt his cheeks heat up with a blush as he cleared his throat self-consciously. "You…" the aristocrat's voice broke subtly and he was forced to pause, then start once more, his tone indignant, "what exactly are you wearing, Gilbert?"

"This," Prussia replied simply, placing his now un-gloved hands on his hips; tipping his chin up and smirking mischievously.

"That, and…? Undergarments, I would hope," the brunet held his breath for a moment, as if dreading the answer.

A silence stretched between the two men, drawn and poignant. Austria, frozen, hand outstretched and knuckles white around the glass. Prussia, tipping his head to the side, ruby eyes wide and pale brows rising high in mild confusion, the wicked tilt to his innocent smile revealing his mischief, "Undergarments? What Undergarments?"

A shattering noise sounded as the glass dropped from Austria's nerveless hand, scattering shards of glass across the floor as the water swept out onto the tiles and into the grout-lines.

Prussia smirked deviously as Austria's violet eyes narrowed, the aristocrat's irritation contrasted by the embarrassed – or, perhaps, was it aroused? – blush on his face.

Oh, it was on.

It was definitely on.

Ed: Dearest wanted to bring the lovely people who reviewed an epilogue. So enjoy~ (I didn't really have anything to do with this one. xD)

EDIT: We've been requested to continue this by a few people, but we've both decided that it's fine just the way it is~ If this were to continue then there would be some sexaytiems and thought there's nothing wrong with some more Austria & Prussia lovin', this story shall remain on the shonen ai PG side of things owo Sometimes just little hints of something more are just as sexy. If you want some hawt lovin' go to our story 'Invasion' (link in profile) or wait a bit. We have something else up our sleeves~

Regards, Ed