"Gilbert?" you poked your head around the corner into the living room to see your Prussian boyfriend playing Super Smash Bros on the Wii.
"Ja, _______?" he asked as he moved along with his characters movements on the screen.
You narrowed your eyes, "Did you do the laundry by any chance?"
"Ja, ja. Don't vorry about it. I'll do it later."
"So you haven't done it?" you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
Gilbert paused the game and looked at you lazily with his ruby eyes, "Nein."
"Gilbert!" you threw your hands up in aggrivation. "You were supposed to do the laundry this morning! My favorite blouse was in there!" You huffed, "I was going to wear it for our dinner date tonight."
The Prussian's face whitened. He jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, giving you his best "Oh shit I've done something wrong but I'll be hot and make up for it" face, "You don't need zhat stupid, unawesome blouse!"
You raised an eyebrow, "Gilbert Beilschmidt, what did you do?"
"Vell......" he rubbed the back of his neck, "I vas going to zhe laundromat before you voke up und on zhe vay zhere I set zhe basket of clothes down on zhe sidevalk to get a soda und I turned around und it vas gone."
You stared at your boyfriend, your expression vacant.
"YOU LOST OUR LAUNDRY?!" you shrieked after you had slapped Gilbert across the face.
He pressed his hand to the side of his face where a very red hand mark was left behind, "VERDAMMT, VOMAN!"
"Gilbert!" you whined and fell back onto the couch. "That basket had half of my closet in it!"
The Prussian's face flushed, nearly covering the hand mark, "I vill buy you new clothes!"
You looked up at him from the couch, "When?"
"Tomorrow, liebe," he crouched down and stroked your hair. His face turned a brighter shade of red as he mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"What was that?"
He looked away, "I'm sorry."
"I'M SORRY, VERDAMMT!" he jumped up. "Zhat's so unawesome of you, _______!"
You chuckled and sat up, wrapped your arms around his waist and resting your head on is stomach. You knew he felt back but it was too much fun to mess with him. Gilbert's face would turn bright red and he'd begin to mumble. It was too cute!
"Well," you looked up at him, your chin resting on his stomach, "What can I wear for the time being? All of the clothes that I still liked that fit me were in that basket."
Gilbert crossed his arms then tapped his chin. He snapped his fingers and smirked, "Follow me!"
The Prussian lept out of the room and into the bedroom you shared together. A loud bang was heard so you sighed and walked to the doorway. Your boyfriend stood in the closet doorway and held up one of his shirts, "Here!"
You raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"You need clothes so vear zhis!" he tossed you the shirt, the smirk on his face widening.
Looking down at the shirt, you frowned. It was a plain white, button up shirt with silvery looking buttons on it. You slid your amrs into the sleeves then let your hands fall to your sides. The shirt was WAY to big. The shirt could be considered a dress. The sleeves covered hands, too.
"Gil, I look like Yao." you huffed.
He wrapped his arms around you, "I zhink you look awesome. Almost as awesome as me!"
"Yeah," you snorted, "Because that's such a big accomplishment."
The Prussian's smirk widened as he pressed his lips to yours, "Shut up! I AM awesome! Who could compare?"
You laughed and pushed him away, "Forget dinner tonight. Let's just go shopping."
Gilbert's face whitened and he laid down on the bed, "Actually, liebe, I feel sick."
You laid down next to him, "Sure you do, Gil."