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“Do we buy those?” Prussia asked as he pointed at a specific brand of preservatives whose name will be left unsaid. They seemed expensive enough to give the air of high quality; they also had a bird as a mascot that reminded the German of his own flag. Strangely enough, it was also black and white.
“I don’t know, can we leave now?”
“Hm? Why? It’s only natural for couples to fuck, why would we leave yet without buying anything for it?”
“Because I don’t want anyone to know I’m having sex? That’s private…”
“Is that so?” Prussia mumbled, not really putting attention to his boyfriend’s reprimands as he continued scanning the boxes.
The Canadian hummed. Why couldn’t they just buy them online? Sent them to Germany’s house for Prussia to pick up. That was something people did now a days, and it seemed like a wonderful option that didn’t involve risking his reputation. God, why was Matthew there anyways? “They are also going to think I’m having that sex with you.” Canada grumbled bellow his breath out of annoyance. Unfortunately, his boyfriend did catch that.
“You are having sex with me, though.”
Canada grumbled something again as he fidgeted by fixing his already-in-position glasses. Well, that was also something he wasn’t very comfortable having people know yet. Using their distinctive perception of time, it hasn't been long since they started going out, perhaps more than six months. It was just a matter of time for them to get to the phase of purchasing these sort of things for intimacy. Canada was glad there was barely people at the store regardless of the hour, so it was less embarrassing to be standing in front of an isle full of preservatives and lubricants. Regardless, even if he sometimes appeared invisible to people, there was still that feeling on his back whenever someone walked close enough to his side that made him want to kill himself slightly.
Canada sighed, grabbing one of the brands in front of him and examined it. What... a decent price, not as high as the one Prussia had previously pointed at but not as low as the ones besides it. This one also had a bear as a mascot and the box had an red-orange color. It made him chuckle for some reason.
"You like that one?" Prussia asked as he leaned his head to give the box a better look. He didn't understood why would they use a cute-looking bear as a mascot, it feel off and girly. Well, it’s not like sex was a gendered thing anyways. "The bear looks lame, like- not cool as this black eagle. Have you seen it? Do you wanna to see it again?”
"Eh? What-? No. Are you basing yourself on the mascots? Mascots. Of condom brands. Mascots.”
“Hm, of course! In what else would I be basing myself on? An awesome and cool guy like me would only wear the most awesome and cool looking things." The German grinned, feeling proud for his train of thought. Canada wanted to say how much it explained some of the images in the shirts Prussia wore often, but he kept it to himself. He was more curious about his boyfriend's way of thinking now and decided to question.
"What about the prices? Aren't prices a key part of buying products? Is the mascot really what you look while buying? Why-?" He would have continued speaking if Prussia hadn’t cut him off.
"Oh, Matt, weak minded people like you, dear, would never survive.”
Canada didn't feel like explaning how stupid that way of thinking was—or even the way he was silenced with an attempt of an argument—so he just looked at a Prussia with a blank expression, the later returning it. Canada blinked a few times while Prussia didn't for a long while. Wait, oh. Prussia would sometimes just start to compete unannounced to see who would last more without blinking. It has been long since he got used to his boyfriend starting competitions out of nowhere, but that didn’t stop him from judging. Therefore, Canada continued looking at the German with judgmental eyes.
"My eagle could beat your bear in a fight." Prussia declared after finally blinking for once, the fluttering of his eyelashes making Canada realize that maybe he was lost in the later’s eyes rather than just judging.
"Since when are the mascots of the condoms in a fighting competition?" Canada made some sort of light-hearted expression. A part of him wanted to chuckle because, well, it was certanly a stupid thing to say. It also proved right what was mentioned earlier. He decided to follow Prussia’s flow as he always did. It was fun anyways.
"Since now and mine is winning,” Prussia declared once again, grabbing the box of condoms with the eagle on, bumped it into the box Canada was still holding, and made battle sound effects with his mouth. Even if Prussia was an incredibly intelligent and clever strategist, he was undoubtedly stupid, perhaps childish.
And those sort of stupid, childish actions reminded Canada why he liked Prussia, so he just chuckled softly, bumping the box he was holding against the one in Prussia’s hand. He then pressed the faces of the mascots together to make them appear like they were kissing.
“Wh… are they kissing now?”
Canada just nodded, “I don’t like when people fight- actually, mascots? That would fit better.” The blonde kept pressing the boxes against each other, tilting it to the side every-so-often. He took notice of how Prussia was doing the same only more subtly, and found it sweet. “It’s like we are kissing,” he mumbled.
“Maybe I should kiss you, kissy-kissy, mhhh.” Prussia leaned closer to Canada and made stupid sounds with his lips, obviously and shamelessly asking for a kiss. The later just thought he looked like a fish and gently elbowed his face away.
“Public.” The blond reminded him with just a word of how much he liked staying decent to the rest of the world, thing Prussia disliked quite a bit but understood. Gilbert just let his head be moved and tch’d as a respond, but that sound felt playful somehow. Canada, on the other hand, continued moving his box a bit, tilting it every-so-often. Ah, now that he thought about it, playing with condom boxes would probably be one of the last things he would be doing in public besides displays of affection. He thought of it as one of the most stupid, childish things he had done—hm, those words reminded him of someone, so he looked at that same someone from the corner of his eyes. This his surprise, the German was mildly disassociating, probably thinking of how much he was left wanting a kiss. Yeah… that guy was kinda stupid. But Canada felt no better than him while keeping him company.
Matthew would probably never do any of this under normal circumstances, but Gilbert wasn’t any normal anywho and it sometimes rubbed off. With Prussia distracted in his own thoughts, Canada moved the box of condoms he was holding behind the other’s and started to bump it. It was supposed to be thrusting motions, like when you have sex, but it looked a tad silly. Canada chuckled at his own actions then looked at Prussia from the corner of his eyes. The later, still distracted, blinked a bit upon hearing Canada’s chuckle.
“Uh? What?” The German mumbled and looked at Canada. Matthew gave him a small smile and directed with his eyes to his hands. Afterwards, he realized what his boyfriend was doing with the boxes. “What the shit!? That’s not fair! Why is my bird bottoming!?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It makes it less uncool.”
“But you are still cool.”
“Yeah. I know I’m cool.” Prussia paused for a second trying to process what was truly being said to him. It was until he heard Canada’s chuckling again that he realized what his words implied. “Fuck you or something.”
“Just pick a box already, Gil.” Canada said between small laughs again, his gentle smile notorious in his voice. Prussia just got a hold of both condom boxes they have been playing with, perhaps not the best to settle for now that they have been a bit rouged on the edges, but he grew fond of both the eagle and the bear mascots in the short time he had them. If they didn’t liked them, they could always buy another set.
Before Prussia could depart to the cash register, Canada tugged on his sleeve to call his attention.
“Wallet,” the blond said as he handed that same object to the German. They had agreed that Prussia would do the paying part (with Canada’s money) because Canada hated the thought of going to the cash register and doing the buying himself. It’s not like the purchasing didn’t make Gilbert also a bit nervous, he was just… more willing than Matthew.
“Wallet.” Prussia repeated with a grin as he took that same object, finally making his way to the cash register.