This was written as a fill for the kinkmeme on LJ. It really sucks, but seriously, there needs to be more Prussia/Romano whether its good writing or not. :'D

"Fucking cut it out already," Romano growls, halfheartedly pushing his boyfriend away with the hand he has pressed awkwardly against part of his shoulder as the man gives gentle bites to the sensitive skin of his neck. "Seriously."

"Why?" Prussia asks simply, nibbling on Romano's earlobe and otherwise showing no signs of relenting. "It isn't like we've got anything better to do until they come back, and I'm horny as fuck today."

Prussia has him pinned down on the couch in his brother's living room, who was currently out on some kind of date with his own Italian. While it used to piss Prussia off considerably that they would always just go and leave him by himself at home, that's changed since he'd gotten his hands on an Italian of his own.

Romano shivers as the words shoot straight down to his groin but, godammit, they just shouldn't, and Prussia's warm breath on his ear isn't making things any better, either. "Because," he grumbles, red-faced, "I don't want to."

"Really," Prussia says, completely unconvinced, and he moves the knee he has pressed against Romano's crotch, eliciting a somewhat suppressed moan from the flushed man beneath him. "That's definitely not what you're saying down there."

"Fuck you!" Romano growls, regretting it almost immediately.

"I'd love to," Prussia grins, and Romano hates, hates, hates that grin so much and he wants to punch him in the face so badly, but suddenly he's unable to keep thinking about that when Prussia grinds his knee into him again. Godammit, he's half-hard already and he doesn't even want to do it here even though-

"That's what I thought," Prussia interrupts his thoughts, and in response to seeing Romano's face heat up again and his expression quickly shift back to rage a moment later he says, "What's the big deal anyway? Why not?"

"It shouldn't matter why! I don't want to, and that should be the end of that, bastard!"

"Why are you acting like such a bitch?"

"Fuck you!" Romano snarls again, and just as Prussia opens his mouth to make another smart-aleck reply to that, he adds, "Do you even realize where we are anyway?"

"Yeah. In a big empty house with nobody else in it but us."

"Your fucking potato-bastard brother's house! On his couch!"

Prussia lets out an exaggerated sigh and rolls his eyes. "Wow, don't tell me you don't want to because you're creeped out by the fact that it's my brother's couch."

Romano doesn't say anything in response, but just keeps on scowling at him.

"You really are! I can't believe this." Suddenly, Prussia gets that grin back on his face and his voice takes on a more patronizing tone, "Where would you rather do it then? His bed? The very place where my brother actually does-"

Romano's eyes go wide and he cuts him off, "NO! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Prussia laughs, "Alright then, the couch seems a lot more appealing now, right?"

"It's still sick."

Prussia sighs in exasperation, "Do you really think West actually does stuff outside of the bedroom anyway? I mean really, the guy-"

"Alright, alright," Romano intervenes, "I'd rather not think about your brother's sex life, okay?"

"That's fine and dandy with me," Prussia says before placing his lips over Romano's again.

Romano thinks he probably shouldn't go through with this still, but he opens his mouth and welcomes Prussia's tongue anyway. Maybe he's right.

Prussia makes a small noise and moves against him again. Romano lets out a little moan, having almost forgotten about being hard during their previous argument. "Nnh."

Then he feels Prussia's fingers thread into his dark hair and, namely, his sensitive haircurl. Romano can't help but flat out moan on contact, and his face grows red once again. Prussia takes the strand and rubs it between his fingertips, earning many sounds from the man beneath him.

Romano can feel the sensation of each rub travel straight down south, and he knows that if he was half-hard before then, well, he's twice that now. As if it was in response to his own thoughts, Prussia breaks their kiss and sits up to cup the bulge in Romano's pants. Romano bucks up into his hand, and Prussia chuckles in return.

"Damn, Romano, already?"

"Fuck you."