PruPan FluffOkay. This has been in the making for around two years now. Writer's block, ugh. I started this fic when I heard about all the disasters in Japan. And I also heard a lot of Prussia praises, so I thought that the Prussian spirit alone would revive our darling albino ^w^ Well, I wanted to continue it further, but I think chapter four ended on a sweet note, so I decided to end it there. It's rather implied PruPan, not quite the full-blown yaoi I originally wanted it to be but oh well. It's fluffy and cute-ish. My only regret is that I forgot poor little Canada T_T Can't believe I did that. I wuv my widdle syrup-slurper, he's adorable. Still a die-hard Prussia-lover, though ^.^ Anywho, I'm going to put all four chapters in one part here. Save time. OK, got that out of my mind. I don't own anything except the fic. Enjoy!
Prussia X Japan
It was a normal day at the World Summit: America was yabbering on about how he's a hero, England was scol
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got