- 1: Hot, Steamy kiss
- 2: Cheek Kiss
- 3: Nose Kiss
- 4: Forehead Kiss
- 5: Firm Kiss
- 6: Gentle Peck
- 7: Romantic Kiss
- 8: Eyelid Kiss
- 9: Jawline Kiss
- 10: Neck Kiss
- 11: Collarbone Kiss
- 12: Chest Kiss
- 13: Stomach Kiss
- 14: Kiss Along the Hips
- 15: Kiss in the Rain
- 16: Upside-Down Kiss
- 17: Goofy Kiss
- 18: Underwater Kiss
- 19: Forceful Kiss
- 20: Any of the Above
- 21: Then there’s tongue
If we kissed:
-  This wouldn’t happen.
-  Oh disgusting.
-  Again, again.
-  Kiss you back.
-  Let’s take this to the bedroom.
-  Slap/Push you away.
-  Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
-  Um no.
-  I’m taken-
-  Sure.
-  HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
-  No.
-  Ew.
-  Sure.
-  YES.
-  Let’s do it.
-  No. You can’t handle my d.
-  FUCK YES.
-  No.
Should you reblog this?:
-  Yes. I want to send you one.
-  Yes.
-  No.
Can we take a minute to appreciate Prussia’s awesomeness?
To your credit, they are not heels. You’re at a disadvantage. -He supplicated with a small smile. He held her hand securely in his own, ready to keep her upright should she fall just immediately. His heart did a silly pitter-patter at her being so close, at them holding hands, and he admonished himself for it. He skated slowly, backwards, as she started to shuffle along the barrier wall. He kept an eye out on the people around them but most of his attention was on her. She really did seem uncomfortable… was this a bad idea? Well. That was a whole other subject.-
-He was practically walking backwards as he kept his vigil and was about to speed up and actually start skating before she stumbled. Immediately he stiffened up, holding her hand tight and reaching out and they met each other halfway. Holding her in the subtle chill of the rink he realized that she just bled warmth from where she touched. Despite the warning lights going off in his mind he didn’t let go of her until she absolutely had to.-
It’s fine. -His voice was thick and he cleared his throat as she let go. He settled to skate beside her instead of in front of her, then. He started, a little, when he felt her fingers intertwine with his. Trying to reason it away, thinking he was just able to have a more secure hold on her was weak even in his mind. He moved with her now but couldn’t ignore how her hand felt in his. Why was she doing that too? He flushed lightly, unable to think of a reason if her pursuit was solely physical.-
-He sped up only a little to end up ahead of her, skating backwards again once they were in the clear of anyone else.- Are you sure you’re comfortable? -He glanced backwards and then looked her way again. While he was comfortable on the ice, he was far from being great on it. He was still a bit away from tucking his other hand in his pocket, for instance. But still, he watched her carefully, attentively.- ….do you dance ballet?
[She gave him a slightly sheepish smile, rolling her eyes at her own unusual lack of grace, after he said “it’s fine”. Still, there was a look of interest underneath it. She wasn’t oblivious to how quick he was to hold her, and how slow he was to let her go. It made her sort of happy, and she skated with a new confidence after that.]
[He, however, did not look so confident. There seemed to be an effect on him after she had laced her fingers in his, based on the short moment that she had looked at him. It was to be expected, she supposed, but the important part was that he didn’t seem to not want to hold her hand; no, it wasn’t that sort of uneasiness. He was just sort of surprised. Which she actually got some small pleasure from— surprising him. She couldn’t stop smiling since he’d shown up, really.]
[How funny it was, then, that he asked her if she was comfortable, to which she replied with a reassuring but firm tone, with a hint of amusement.]
I am fine, Ludwig, truly! It is just like I said, I started on a poor footing. And I am not just saying that. I would tell you if I was uncomfortable skating. I am skating fine just like I said, am I not?
[She blinked a little, then, surprised at the question.]
What a random question, what made you think of that?
[She didn’t actually expect him to answer that, and she went on.]
Oh, it has been years since I have danced ballet, but yes. I would likely need some refreshing on it, but I think I would still be able. I have not gotten any less flexible, and I think I could remember quite a bit, if I really tried.
Because— -He snapped his mouth shut after that, realizing it wasn’t a real question, or at least it wasn’t to her. So he continued skating, glancing at a few people who were actually skilled at it and chose to show it in the center of the rink. He looked back to her, arching an eyebrow.-
It would just be something you could continue, it’s something I figured you would pursue since you don’t necessarily like sports. You stand like a ballerina, as well. -He offered with a bit of a nod and for a moment searched for something, anything, else to say.- Have you painted anything new? We were talking about meeting in case you did, but work found me. -He shook his head and adjusted the grip on the hand intertwined with hers a whole new set of sparks ran up his arm. He dared to steer them subtly away from the wall a bit more just so they could avoid some people who were hugging the wall as well.-
That is good that you haven’t forgot, nor your muscle memory, about your dancing. It’s a graceful discipline to be a part of.
♫ SUITS【 full 】
Kampf jeder gegen jeden
But in that aspect then you are assuming I would partake in such…ac-activities. Assumptions should mean nothing if you are close enough to them I should think — close enough to know them well enough and what they are capable of most of the time.
And I thank you for your kind words but it seems you’re expecting that my appearance hasn’t changed to match this in the last century ago —
Pl-please Ludwig — you mustn’t worry about such things! I-I assure you if I was the least bit unhappy, brother would have long ago taken care of it! Ev-even Roderich may have stepped in if that was the case!
Mo-more experience? I-I should hope so but I’m often mistaken for a younger nation…it’s only family and friends really that know any better…
Do you really think so? Bu-but what if he doesn’t approve of Iceland?
Don’t get me wrong, Lillian, I am wholly against being so frivolous with such an act. Though I am far from thinking that you actually have, I’ve simply learned to expect the unexpected. Err on the side of caution. Young woman you may appear but young woman you are not.
Anyone who thinks so is clearly not European. That can be the only excuse. And any who do think of you as truly young and who are? They simply have no excuse for their ignorance.
And if he doesn’t approve of Iceland yet your brother does, and the rest of us have no qualm with the boy - because even I can say he is one - then Roderich can just make his voice known to the rest of us, can’t he?
—Now, what ever is that look for?
[Without letting him answer, she goes on.]
Ludwig, how do you feel about babies and children? Just, in general.
Did I— say something wrong.
I am only wondering! It is a harmless, curious question. Because I do not peg you as someone who hates children, but something tells me that you are not exactly, completely comfortable around them, ah-hah.
I guess you are, somewhat, correct. I like children just fine but I haven’t quite learned how to handle them at different ages. -Rubs the back of his neck and shakes his head.- Never thought about it, really. Nor do I need practice for it. Ever, in fact. Or at least for several hundreds of years. -He crosses his arms over his chest and his eyes narrow once more.-