Prussia x Reader - Frohe Weihnachten

”So please just fall in love with me this Christmas”

Prussia was having too much fun that day.

“Kesesesesese… Frau sure is busy.” He commented while munching a cookie she had just taken out of the oven. It burned his tongue a little because it was too hot, but it tasted so amazing that he just kept eating, smaller and more careful bits this time. He was enjoying himself while watching [f/n] run around the house, desperate to make everything perfect for that evening. He always thought that the way she’d freak out over such small matters was adorable.

[f/n] looked exasperatedly to him.

“They’ll be here at any minute and you’re just lazing off! Could you please help me?” She finally noticed what he was doing, frowning. “And stop eating the cookies that I’ll hang on the Christmas tree!”

“There's nothing else that you will need this Christmas”

He showed her his tongue, red and a little swelled because of the elevated temperature of the cookie he had just eaten, and he observed, delighted, as she put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot on the floor.

Frau was a lovely girl, and so cute.

“Won't be wrapped under a tree”

He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist; lifting her and spinning her in the air, the apron she was wearing nearly flying away from her flour dirtied figure. When he stopped, her hair fell around his face, making a curtain between them and the world outside. Her eyes widened, surprised with his action.

“Gil, what are you doing?” She asked, torn between amused and confused.

“Just making sure you won’t go nuts after all the stress of being a host. Mein schatz have the most breathtaking smile I can think of, so wear it for me tonight?”

The girl chuckled, rolling her eyes at his request.

“I want something that lasts forever”

There it was. That was the smile he was talking about.

It was breathtaking. Just as much as the blush on her cheeks were. His grin grew almost annoyingly wide.  

“You cheeky Prussian.” She accused, giggling before pecking on his lips, tangling her fingers among his hair.

And it tasted better than the cookies.

“So kiss me on this cold December night.”