There was something nice about waking up next to someone; even if that someone was an infuriating idiot with an ego so great England had amused himself with the idea of getting it a bed for itself (He may have been drunk when following through that train of thought). Arthur reached forward and brushed a strand of white hair from Prussia's closed eyes, smiling as the man murmured something, tucking himself into a tighter ball, burying his face in the covers. He would never say it to his face, but Gilbert was very cute when he was asleep.
Pulling himself reluctantly from the warmth of the bed England made his way towards the shower, casting another glance at his lover. An infuriating idiot he might be, but Prussia was his idiot.
Arthur was not a morning person, and from the moment he dragged himself from his bed till he had his first cup of tea he was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. He stumbled into the shower, using whatever shampoo he found first. Even if that was sometimes the remains of the bottle Francis had even him at some point (with the note "For your eyebrows Mon Cher xx" attached) that left him smelling like a ponce for the rest of the day.
He never used a hair drier, it made his untidy hair even worse, but after a towel dye it shouldn't drip onto his clothes so started pulling on a suit.
Doing up his tie England methodically filled the kettle and sat down to watch it boil. Even in his half awake state he was able to make the perfect cup of tea, only noticing his cat after he had taken the first sip.
"Morning Henry." The cat stared at him with a look at could only be described as disgust, before flicking his tale and turning away. Before he could begin to wonder what he could have done to annoy Henry, something terrible happened.
Gilbert got out of bed before noon.
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Henry watched his human with an air of contempt. The furless creature smelt like the annoying git who appeared ever so often to bother his human and Henry refused to have anything to do with anyone that smelt like that. In fact, he decided; he refused to be in the same room as someone who smelt like that. He leapt from the chair and decided to relax somewhere away from the smell. He made his way upstairs; feeling even more disappointed his human when his choice in mate came bounding down the stairs. He knew it wasn't there fault they were hairless freaks but normally they were at least ashamed enough to cover themselves up. The Bed Stealer however, had decided that he wasn't going to bother and was proudly displaying his lack of fur as he went into the kitchen.
Wondering what the world was coming to Henry made his way to the bedroom, deciding now was the time to reclaim his bed space.
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It wasn't that Gilbert suffered from the same inability to function in the mornings like Arthur did, as proved when the ex-nation appeared cheerfully in the doorway, seeming to take great pleasure in the concern on his partner's face and proceeded to pull him into a messy kiss. England's protests - on the ground that a) He still had morning breath, and b) He was holding a cup of tea that he almost spilt all over himself - where completely ignored.
While Prussia seemed to have more energy than he knew what to do with almost all the time, he had decided that getting up early was for lesser beings and seemed to enjoy watching England get ready for work while lounging in their England's bed. A reminder that he didn't had to get up. This meant, Prussia only got up early when he had something planned, and that seldom ended well.
"You're up early." Arthur detaching himself from his partner, watching Gilbert cautiously.
"I thought I could see you off to your meeting, make your morning that much more awesome." He grinned widely, ruining any chance he had had of England believing him (Which wasn't that much to begin with.) However, having the mental image of Prussia naked would make the EU meeting that much more bearable, so until the reason for Gilbert's appearance was explained he was going to take advantage of it.
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Pulling himself reluctantly from the warmth of the bed England made his way towards the shower, casting another glance at his lover. An infuriating idiot he might be, but Prussia was his idiot.
Arthur was not a morning person, and from the moment he dragged himself from his bed till he had his first cup of tea he was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. He stumbled into the shower, using whatever shampoo he found first. Even if that was sometimes the remains of the bottle Francis had even him at some point (with the note "For your eyebrows Mon Cher xx" attached) that left him smelling like a ponce for the rest of the day.
He never used a hair drier, it made his untidy hair even worse, but after a towel dye it shouldn't drip onto his clothes so started pulling on a suit.
Doing up his tie England methodically filled the kettle and sat down to watch it boil. Even in his half awake state he was able to make the perfect cup of tea, only noticing his cat after he had taken the first sip.
"Morning Henry." The cat stared at him with a look at could only be described as disgust, before flicking his tale and turning away. Before he could begin to wonder what he could have done to annoy Henry, something terrible happened.
Gilbert got out of bed before noon.
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Henry watched his human with an air of contempt. The furless creature smelt like the annoying git who appeared ever so often to bother his human and Henry refused to have anything to do with anyone that smelt like that. In fact, he decided; he refused to be in the same room as someone who smelt like that. He leapt from the chair and decided to relax somewhere away from the smell. He made his way upstairs; feeling even more disappointed his human when his choice in mate came bounding down the stairs. He knew it wasn't there fault they were hairless freaks but normally they were at least ashamed enough to cover themselves up. The Bed Stealer however, had decided that he wasn't going to bother and was proudly displaying his lack of fur as he went into the kitchen.
Wondering what the world was coming to Henry made his way to the bedroom, deciding now was the time to reclaim his bed space.
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It wasn't that Gilbert suffered from the same inability to function in the mornings like Arthur did, as proved when the ex-nation appeared cheerfully in the doorway, seeming to take great pleasure in the concern on his partner's face and proceeded to pull him into a messy kiss. England's protests - on the ground that a) He still had morning breath, and b) He was holding a cup of tea that he almost spilt all over himself - where completely ignored.
While Prussia seemed to have more energy than he knew what to do with almost all the time, he had decided that getting up early was for lesser beings and seemed to enjoy watching England get ready for work while lounging in
theirEngland's bed. A reminder that he didn't had to get up. This meant, Prussia only got up early when he had something planned, and that seldom ended well."You're up early." Arthur detaching himself from his partner, watching Gilbert cautiously.
"I thought I could see you off to your meeting, make your morning that much more awesome." He grinned widely, ruining any chance he had had of England believing him (Which wasn't that much to begin with.) However, having the mental image of Prussia naked would make the EU meeting that much more bearable, so until the reason for Gilbert's appearance was explained he was going to take advantage of it.