A/N: This is an old story that I went over and corrected~ It was my first lemon, so give me a break if it SUCKS. xD
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Mein Gott! What can I do, West's busy, America's annoying, Antonio's too busy with Romano, France is a big old perv...hmmm…The immensely bored Prussian thought, not really knowing what to do.
AHA! I'll bother Matt, he has the maple syrup anyway! He thought, running from where he was, which was Germany's house, and out to his car. He drove from Germany's house to the airport where he rode a plane over to the humongous piece of land that was Canada.
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When Prussia got to Canada's house, he unlocked the door with his key, which Canada gave him and he always had, and went inside. He immediately noticed that there were papers everywhere and all the little things -trinkets, junk sitting around in random boxes or bowls- were also strewn about. He also noticed that all of the rugs in the house where wrinkled up, pushed aside or completely in a different room.
Now, a normal person would have dismissed this as a house that was just messy, but Prussia knew better.
Then he noticed the scratch marks on the floor. At first he just thought they were places where Kumajiro had sharpened his nails, but then he remembered that Kuma was declawed, and when he looked closer, the scratch marks led from the kitchen to the front door, where they stopped.
Prussia then did something most people wouldn't have done at that point. He sniffed the floor. Now, most people wouldn't have smelled the slight hint of vodka and sunflowers on this floor, but Prussia, for some reason, had a better sense of smell than most.
Prussia would have been scared, considering this smell meant Russia of course, but when it came to Mattie, he would do anything. He stormed out of the door cursing to himself, but then turned around to lock it, because he didn't want Kumajiro to get out, or anyone else to get in. He then started his journey to the horrid, frigid, gloomy country called Russia.
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He banged on Russia's door, but then regretted it, scared that the Russian would be mad, and you know, kill him.
Lithuania answered, though, frowning at how he had banged on the door, but then smiled when he saw it was Prussia.
"Gil! Your back! Come on in!" he said, letting the already freezing Prussian in.
Prussia smiled thankfully and walked in, rubbing his arms and shivering.
"So, what are you doing back?" The brown haired man asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, well, I have reason to think that that commie bastard brought my Maddie here." Prussia replied, nodding.
"Gil…don't get your hopes up . I don't think you'll be getting him back." Leit said, trying to smile but couldn't keep the sad off his face.
Prussia shot up, pushing the chair he was sitting down in back, shouting. "WHY THE HELL NOT?"
Leit flinched, then put his finger up to his lips, as if to say be quiet, and then said "Russia, he took a struggling and crying boy upstairs. You know what's upstairs."
Prussia could have cried right then, thinking of what Russia could be doing to his weak, defenseless Mattie right then. He knew exactly what was upstairs, and it scared him.
He gulped and mustered up all of his courage. He then ran upstairs quietly as he could, trying to remember which room that Ivan had usually taken him to when he-
Prussia stopped himself from thinking about it. He also noticed he has stopped in front of a door, one that was heavy, and looked different than the others. Prussia instantly recognized this as the silent room, and he knew what usually happened in there.
Gilbert extended a shaky hand towards the door, scared of what would happen if he opened it. He almost turned around and ran for his life. This is MY Mattie we're talking about. This thought prompted him to open the door, and he did it slowly and quietly, barley opening it, and peeking inside the crack.
There he saw a very sadistic looking Russia and...
Prussia turned away at what he saw. Canada, his little Matthew, was laying crumpled in the floor, broken, bleeding, and crying. Seeing this made adrenaline fill his body, and he slammed the door open, and walked over to the weak Canadian, picked him up bridal style, and ran him downstairs.
Prussia could hear a faint footsteps behind him, but this just made him feel braver. He got halfway out the door before Russia caught up to him. The Russian turned him around, smiling sadistically, and then looked over his shoulder saying "Lithuania, take Matvey downstairs, so he can rest up."
Prussia's eyes widened as the Russian turned back to him. Prussia could hear the "kolkolkol" escaping from his mouth as the man backed up, getting a good look at Prussia.
"You have grown, I see. You seemed to have forgotten your manners."
Prussia felt the color drain from his face and he said "Er, eh, nooo! Never. Hey. I don't want any trouble, I just want to, you know, walk away, you know, unbruised?" his voice getting squeaky at the end.
Russia just beamed happily and kept getting closer to him, much to the Prussian's dismay.
"It won't hurt that much, I promise~" Russia said, getting even closer.
"That's great, and you know, I wish I could stay, but-" Prussia started, then ran as fast as he could.
Russia giggled like a child and said "You think you can run, da? You think you can escape? No one leaves me, the Baltics will tell you that". Russia smile widened, and the scary aura surrounded him.
Russia walked quickly, pulling his pipe out of thin air and trapping Prussia to the wall, the cold metal pressing down on his neck. The Prussian's face turned as white as his hair, as he thought Oh fuck! I'm screwed, I'm gonna die alone in this house and then Mattie will be stuck.
Russia once again backed up, stretching his arms.
"You like sunflowers, da?" he asked suddenly, smiling. (Very creepily in Prussia's opinion.)
"Er, sure, they're great" Prussia replied.
Russia stepped closer, smiling bigger and asked "Good good, and vodka too?"
"Yeah, it's great, but does burn. Erm, I mean, it's great, awesome and all." Prussia replied again, backing up against a wall, then cursing himself for getting in this position.
Russia frowned and stepped closer, then asked "So you don't like it?"
"Noo~ I-I mean yes, it's awesome, I love it!" Prussia said, getting more and more scared.
Russia pulled a bottle out then, saying "Oh you do? Let us drink, da?"
"Eh, I'm not thirsty! " Prussia replied, trying to scoot further back.
Russia let a "kol" escape from his lips and said "You don't need to be thirsty to drink vodka, da? Don't deny Russia!"
"Heh, I just had a beer, I'm really fine" Prussia said, pushing the bottle away from him.
Russia hugged Prussia then, freaking the albino out, saying "My poor little Prussia, having to drink that dreadful drink, you have vodka now, da?"
"Ahh, I really don't think I should, I don't like vodka!" Prussia said, struggling away the best he could, and slipping away just a bit, before Russia gabbed him violently saying "You. Don't. Like. Vodka?"
Prussia gasped, saying a quiet "oowww" before saying "Did I say I didn't like it? I love it!" and then let a nervous "kesesese" escape his lips.
Russia smiled and shoved the bottle of vodka in Prussia's mouth, saying "Then you drink now, da?"
Prussia started to choke on the vodka, trying not to drink it, but Russia held it tight to his mouth, not letting him get any air.
Prussia finally gave in, drinking a little, then half, and then the whole bottle.
When it was all gone, he smiled drunkenly, his cheeks gaining that drunken blush, and he put his finger on Russia's nose.
"It's fucking wonderful commie, now, let Prussia go", pulling away, and then saying "He needs to-" before falling on his face.
Russia smiled childishly at his now drunk captive, and said "You can't be sleepy, the fun has only started, da?" and pulled the Prussian up, tracing his lips on Prussia's cheek.
Prussia pulled away from the Russian, looking him square in the face.
"Not today, Wendsday! I had pancakes today. Did you know my boxers were pink?"
Then he tripped again, not really being able to walk when drunk.
Russia grabbed him and carried him to a bedroom, the blond's very own. If Prussia wasn't as drunk as he was, he would have worried, butttt, he was quite drunk, so it didn't bother him.