"Would you just stop with it finally?"
"With what? I'm not doing anything!"
"But you are! You are annoying me on purpose! Just leave me alone, for God's sake!"
Germany put the newspaper down to his lap with a sigh. This had been going on for almost two hours – he didn't understand how his brother and Austria even had a voice after shouting so much! A few minutes ago they seemed to come to a point where they ran out of things to argue about but of course Prussia was too creative to let the fight just die there, and they continued with full energy. But he, he couldn't put up with it anymore.
"Stop following me around, Prussia! Some people have actual work to get done, you see!"
"I'm not following you around, Specs, I'm just…"
"I said not to call me that! Why can't you just…"
"Would the both of you just shut up already?" Germany snapped and stood up, throwing the paper away as he gave up on reading. Prussia and Austria both stopped and looked at him gaping, shocked at the unexpected shout. "Why can't you two act like grown-ups? You are acting like two children, you can't stand being in the same room for a moment without staring to mock each other! Yes, even you, Austria! I can't listen to the two of you anymore!" he shook his head angrily and walked over to the door, getting his jacket and keys. "I'll go over to Italy, and when I come back, you better have the house in its place and your childish arguments settled!" he said, giving them one more angered look, then left the house.
"Congratulations, Prussia, you made him angry" Austria turned towards the man beside him as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If you just stopped mocking me, Germany wouldn't have left!"
"What? Don't make it seem like it's my fault! It was you who started this whole! I just tried to start a friendly conversation!" Prussia defended himself with an innocent expression.
"The sentence 'Hey, Specs, why are you torturing that poor instrument?' is not really appropriate for starting a friendly conversation!" Austria rolled his eyes.
"Because you are so goddamn sensitive!" Prussia tried to act innocent, but he couldn't help the laughing that bursted out of him.
"Very mature!" Austria glared at him. "Why couldn't you just act like an adult, Prussia? You can't take anything seriously! You made Germany flee from the house…"
"Okay, okay, I get the point, spare me the lecture!" the Prussian sighed and looked away, waving with his hand dismissively, but this didn't stop Austria.
"…his own house, because he couldn't stand us! I am ashamed because of it, but of course, you don't feel the slightest bit of shame!" Austria went on without bothering to stop speaking even for a minute. He was just really angry that he was scolded like that by Germany, like he would be a five year old child… "When you really should! Don't you see how ridiculous these fights are between us?"
"Okay, okay, Specs, I got it!" Prussia said, raising his voice slightly, because he was getting seriously pissed off with Austria. It was one thing when Germany gave him a lecture but listening to Austria when he was just as bad as he himself… Not to mention that the Austrian literally treated him like a child…
"But you are not able to stop insulting me, not even for a minute!" the brunette continued, undisturbed. "You should see how immature you are! I know that I am at fault here too, but I am not going to just let you say whatever you want-"
But he couldn't finish his last sentence because Prussia muted him. With a very old and extremely effective method – a kiss.
At first even he was surprised that he dared to do such a dangerous thing. He knew that he could be killed in any moment now, but didn't think things through, just did what he had in his mind. Well, Germany had always been saying him to think before doing something and it turned out that he was right… At least he had a good life.
But instead of what he was expecting, he felt Austria starting to return the kiss. No, he wasn't imagining it, Austria was kissing him back… and pretty passionately. Prussia hadn't noticed until now but Austria had his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He was quickly snapped back to reality by it and put some effort to the kiss, deepening it as he slid his arms around Austria's waist. For him it seemed like the kiss was never going to end, not that he was complaining. It only grew even more heated and passionate with every moment, their bodies pressed against each other tightly, and as it seemed neither of them wanted to end it.
Then suddenly he felt Austria pull away – no, not pull away, he still had his arms wrapped tightly around him. He was leading them somewhere, and, as Prussia realized as he peeked up when he heard a door open and then close behind them, they were at the guest room, the nearest bedroom to the living room. Prussia's heartbeat sped up.
The rest of the night was a blur for Prussia. He remembered the way Austria almost tore the T-shirt off him, he remembered as he was just as eager to finally get him naked too, as they fell to the bed, as their hot bodies made contact and his skin burned, and he didn't want it to end, he just wanted more and more of him…
Prussia woke up alone. At first he didn't remember why he was in the guest room, but then it all came back to him at once. He sat up and looked around. His clothes were scattered all around the floor but only his and the bedside table lacked the glasses he placed there carefully the previous night. There was no trace of Austria ever being there. With a sigh Prussia leaned back to the bed and closed his eyes. At first it had seemed a horrible idea to kiss him, then the best in the world. But now… He didn't expect that he would wake up alone, that Austria would just leave. He thought that the morning would have been awkward but he would trade this pathetic feeling for that awkwardness. Anything would be better than this. It was one night but it meant everything to him. On the other hand, to Austria, it had probably been only a mistake, no more.
But before he could let himself drown in self-pity, he heard voices coming from the kitchen's direction. Could it be that Austria was there? He wouldn't just leave him, anyway, right? He quickly shot out of the bed and dragged on his boxers and T-shirt, grabbed his jeans, then hurried to the kitchen. He could smell the breakfast and hear someone moving around while making it. He stopped short at the kitchen door as he saw who was standing by the counter with his back to the door.
"Morning West!" he greeted his little brother and tried to not sound disappointed. Easier said than done, for sure.
"Good morning, Prussia!" Germany said still facing away from his brother. "How was your…" he started turning around but stopped as he saw him, standing in the doorway with his pants in his hand, only in boxers. "Are those your clothes from yesterday?" he asked with a frown. "Did you go out drinking again? You didn't get into any trouble, did you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I was home…" Prussia muttered with a shrug as he walked over to a chair, dropping down to it and didn't bother with putting on his pants, just put them to the back of the chair, earning a frown from his little brother. But he couldn't care now, he used all his willpower to hide the sadness he was feeling.
He shouldn't be feeling that. It was downright stupid and pointless. He should have known that this wasn't going to end well. Austria never liked him, and even if they were quite okay with each other, they still argued about everything. They weren't even friends.
Of course there had been times when he would have sworn there was something between them, from the kind of relationship he desired. But as yesterday night proved, it was just simply… sexual tension and not much of a romantic kind. On Austria's part, that is. He had to put up with it as there was no other way to go around it.
"Are you alright, brother? You look… depressed" Germany asked, a worried frown on his face as he put a plate full with eggs and sausages in front of him.
"It's… nothing, really. I just…" he started silently, staring down at the food and got lost in his thoughts halfway into his sentence. "I'll just have to get over it, but I'll be fine. So don't you worry!" he looked up and tried to force a grin, with little success. With a sigh he stood up and grabbed his pants from the chair. "Sorry, West, but I'll pass the breakfast now. I'm not hungry" he said while walking out of the kitchen, leaving a worried Germany behind.