#askp2prussia

[mechanikalspielzeug]

@Gian

…”Oh”?

[ivanis2p]

Thou wretched fool~

Thou Wretched Fool!: Muse believes they are a medieval knight.

(( I’m assuming you want a drabble instead of making this a M!A by the lack of time limit. ))

It was morning, and Ivan felt.. Courageous and somehow stronger. He wanted to save Gian from something, to love him as if he were that princess in danger in a fairy tail..

To make him /his/.

The Russian rolled over, pulling the smaller male flush against his body, warm mass pressing towards warm mass. He felt a gentle shiver come across his lover, and he smiled gently, running a hand through his golden locks. 

"My fair prince, I have saved thou from the horrors of the cruel and wretched world, but I am afraid I may just be.. A horror within itself. I love thou far too much to leave, so I have to be by your side even if I am any threat," he murmured out and kissed along his temple.

Ivan shifted, then sat up with Gian, whom was not quite awake by this moment. “I will fight off the thieves that threaten to take thou away, my prince.. I’ll keep you as safe as you could possibly be."

Closing his reddened eyes, he pressed his lips to the sleepy Prussian’s temple and received a quiet grunt followed by a groan. Gian replied with a small, “What are you doing, Ivan?.."

He merely smiled, causing the smaller male to flush lightly and lift his chin in question. Ivan captured his lips gently before cuddling him.

"Making thou my prince."

[ivanis2p]

ask-p2prussiareplied to yourpost:(( it’s thundering and lightning down here now...

((Oh no—;; hugs))

(( hugs

It's just loud and keeps D/Cing me from Aion. Frustrating. ))

[ivanis2p]

I love you...

I love you, too. I love you a lot.

[He picks him up and draws him into a close hug.]

[mechanikalspielzeug]

Gian likes cats.

[aheartasbigashislibrary]

[symphoniesoflavender-blog]

ask-p2prussia said: I have a few different answers, though— E?;;

E Major was what I was looking for, yes.

--Congratulations. You got the last one as well, if I remember correctly. A perfect record so far.

Though I suppose these questions aren't exactly difficult yet.

[symphoniesoflavender-blog]

((may i insert a star or))

you may ;3c

baristaaaaa comin at yaaaaa ))

Every day, he sat down at the same table. 

And every day, he ordered the same thing.

He was a steady man, a man of routine. He didn't like change. 

Or so he informed himself, again and again and again, whenever he began to tire of this routine of his.

Never did he make any move to correct it, however, nor did he ever pursue anything new. He always claimed to be content, but, really, who could be content like this?

Then it happened. He happened.

It was... funny, how such a little thing seemed to shatter his entire routine. And he wasn't sure whether to be glad it had, or completely relinquish the routine instead.

One day, there was a new barista.

In place of the typical one - the one whose details he'd never even bothered to remember, but would have noticed the slightest difference in - there was a young man.

His skin had been lightly kissed with a gentle tan, peppered with freckles. His gaze was accented by a soft but deep blue, though he wasn't too keen on eye contact for long, it didn't seem.

That was okay; Roderich wasn't either.

And his hair, a dusty blondish color. It was... messy but not at the same time. Difficult to describe, but not at all unpleasant.

Soon, the brunet learned his name, Gian, and even got the chance to chat with him every so often.

Soon, he became his routine.