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Prussia x Male! Prostitute! Reader: Mine Mine Mine! (PART 2)

Here it is! Sorry it took so long. And I've been looking through back my past one-shots. My highest views were 7K and I wanted to have that kind of views until now. Recently I've been having lower views, and that's just really sad. But I'm glad you guys are still reading my noob writing here! Haha!
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Crimson eyes opened to see the ceiling and their body sat up groggily. He closed his eyes and clutched his aching head. He looked around and saw that he was in his bed, him wearing clothes but the sheets were sticky. His eyes widened as he realized what happened last night. It was so clear. He smirked and let out a, "Kesesesesese!"

He got up and the house was filled with a magnificent smell. He smiled. He somehow knew who it was.

He ran downstairs and turned to the kitchen. His shoulders slumped as his smile faltered. The man turned around and sighed. "Good morning, Bruder." Quickly smiling again, he nodded, patting the man on the back, laughing. "Mornin' West! What's today's menu?"

When his younger brother smiled and started talking about the food, his mind went blank. He was now thinking on why __Genderbend N.__ left him on the bed alone. Was that only a one-night-stand? Suddenly, his brother gasped at him and he looks at his brother, his vision blurring.

"You're crying, bruder!"

His eyes went wide as he heard those words. He quickly wiped them, laughing fakely. "It's fine. It's because of those onions!"

He actually didn't know if there were onions. But now, was he so lucky there were onions on the menu today.

"Es tut mir leid, bruder!"

Both German laugh at this.

But the silver-headed just couldn't laugh out louder.

[Time Skip Because Author Is Lazy]

Walking in the streets of Chicago in winter is really annoying. With all those people talking on their phones; probably planning their Christmas, playing music out loud; those annoying Christmas carols probably, beggars...well begging; in the cold, sad, people "accidentally' bumping each other, and more and more to add. And since it was so busy always in the street, you knew it wasn't as busy as the Big Apple. You wished for the night to come hurriedly.

You loved nights, like a vampire would. But you knew Chicago winter for nights are far colder than days. Didn't really bother you...maybe.

But you aren't a vampire. And you aren't Elsa.

You hate bumping into people, skin contact to eye contact. Awkward.

But seriously, why are you even thinking about this?

After a while, you stopped on a random café. You were tired walking and walking so you decided to have a break on that café. You don't really know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate to see Feliciano smiling at you happily and welcoming you. He quickly noticed you.

That guy seems to notice everyone.

....maybe not everyone. (CANADA--)

He smiles at you. "(G. Name)-kun!"

Smiling back politely as he grabbed your jacket (it was cold!) and hung it up on a racket. He lead you to a vacant table and let you seat. Your eyes stared at the table and the noise around you faded. Even the Italian did. Even those random strangers did. Your mind just went black.

"-kun? (G. Name)?"

Eyes started to blink rapidly when you realized he was talking to you. Slowly looking up, you smile apologetically to his frowning face. Feliciano wasn't one of those guys who liked frowning, he wasn't uptight like his lover and more carefree than anyone in this whole world. However, it didn't set the case. Feliciano looked at you worriedly. You grimaced and looked away from his face.