Summary: Prussia coming home from Russia and living with Germany, and they eventually end up marrying and...other things. The title comes from the Latin name for the cornflower, Centaurea cyanus, because it's the national flower for Germany, and Crosses from the identical Iron Crosses the brother's wear.
Warnings: Sex (duh), future non-con/rape and Mpreg (yes, we went there), Uke!Germanyfor most of the chapters, general angst and fluff and OOCness (which I'll try to fix), Italy bashing (literally and figuratively)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: T for this chapter, going to M later on
xoxoxox (November 9, 1989) xoxoxox
"Scheisse...who's calling now? H-hello?" Germany lifted the phone from its cradle, at 5 in the morning, no less, and put it to his ear. There was a slight noise, of what he assumed to be coughing, and a voice spoke, slightly reminiscent to him.
"Hey, West!" As soon as he heard that voice again, Ludwig choked on his yawn. Was this really happening?
"Bruder? I-is that you?"
"Yeah, West, the one and awesome! I get to leave, that crazy Russian let me go finally! Well, he said that he has no more use for me here. I mean, it's probably because I'm just so awesome he didn't want me there to make him feel less awesome anymore, ya know? Kesese..." Prussia chuckled nervously.
"Well, if you want to come home, I guess you could come live with me for a while"
"Really? Kesese, awesome! You sure you can handle me, West?" he asked, shifting his packed bags in his hands.
"Yes, bruder, I am sure. Do you want me to pick you up?" Germany sighed and yawned, fluttering his eyes closed.
"Nah, I got it, I'll just get a taxi or something. Hey, you tired, bro?"
"Well, you did wake me up at," he glanced to the side, "5:03 in the morning, so ja, I am still tired."
"Oh, guess I forgot about the time zones, huh? Well, see you in a few hours, kleiner bruder!" he teased, hanging up the phone and hitching his bags up. Placing the phone back, Germany falls back on the bed, tired but excited for the new arrival.
He woke up a few hours later, (7:00 to be exact), intent on making breakfast for when his brother came home, but when he stepped out, he didn't expect what he saw. Dozens of his beer bottles littered the floor around the couch, and food wrappers joined them, stinking up his clean home. On the couch was his brother, clearly passed out from the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and arm hanging over the side and his mouth wide open and snoring.
Even if he did just get back, it doesn't mean he can lie around and use all of my things! Germany thought, stalking over and reaching around, pulling his brother off the bed with a loud thud, watching him jerk awake with a groggy startle. Really, he has no respect for other peoples property!
"Ow! West, what the fuck was that for?" he ask, rubbing his now sore back.
"You drank all of my beer and dirtied my house, that's what!"
"Jeez West, I just got home, give a guy a break!" The only response he got in return was a hard glare. "Yeah yeah, I'll buy you some more damn beer all right? Scheisse that hurt..."
"How are you going to pay for it? You're not a nation anymore, so either you get a job, or stop drinking it"
"I get paid enough for food and that. It's basically hush-money, just so I don't go postal on their asses. I'll use that if that's" he mumbled, tensing up at the mention of his dissolution.
"Fine, just replace the beer and clean up this gottverdammt mess, alright? I'm going to work and go train with Feliciano and Kiku, and I'll be back at around 6" Germany said, going back to his room and getting changed.
Prussia relaxed and followed, getting an idea. "Bruderlein, how 'bout I cook for you tonight? We'll have a dinner, just you and me like when you were little." This ought to make up for the mess I made, he thought, going over the ingredients he would need in his head.
Germany turns his head skeptically, putting his watch on and grabbing his briefcase. "Fine...just don't burn the house down!"
"Kesesese- I haven't done that in a long time Luddy!" he says, patting the youngers back a few times before leaving the house, walking to the store (for about the first time in his life, Germany noted), and getting the food he needed for tonight. Ludwig followed after a few minutes and got into his car, driving off to work.
(…..)
"Let's see...wurst, check! Potatoes, check! Green beans, check! Now, I know I'm forgetting something...what is it?" Gilbert looked around, reviewing the items he bought at the store to make this 'awesome' dinner for his little West. "Beer! Kesesese- How could I have forgotten the beer?" He put the two bottles on the table, waiting patiently for his sibling to arrive home. When he did, he gave a small wave and headed toward the shower. Freshly clothed afterward, he went straight to the table, taking in the food.
"You made all of this bruder? It looks very good" he said, sitting in the chair. As long as he didn't get the recipe from Arthur...
Score one for the awesome me! Prussia thought, mentally high-fiving himself. He sat down too, and began to eat, chewing slowly and keeping his eyes fixed on his brother to gauge his reaction to the food. He saw nothing bad, and he smiled, knowing he'd get praised afterward. He did, even though it wasn't much, seeing as it was only a small smile.
"Aw, come on West! Can't you say it tasted good at least? I worked my ass off to make that!"
"Ja ja, it was very good bruder" he said exasperatedly, finishing the last of his beer.
"You seem surprised that I made it, don't you remember when I used to cook for you when you were younger?" he asked, getting up and putting his plate in the sink.
"Well, you never visited me when I grew up into a nation, so I guess I forgot what it was like to have you around" Germany said sadly.
"You know, if I visited you when I was still a nation, you wouldn't have remained strong in supporting yourself, and I always wanted you to be strong, just like the awesome me! And that time you wouldn't drink beer didn't count, bruderlein, you weren't in your right mind" Really, something was wrong if West refused beer! "Hey, want some cake? I made some while you were gone!"
Bruder...made cake? "Um, ja, if you really want me to have it." A large slice of chocolate cake was placed in front of him (German chocolate of course), and a fork of said substance was in his face, prodding against his lips. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to feed you of course! Come on West, I thought you were taught to interpret things and junk in the military!"
"It's not interpreting if you're shoving it in my face. And anyway, I can feed myself, if you don't mind."
"But Wessssttttt!" Oh Gott, here comes the whining. "I wanna feed you! And I already said this would be a dinner like when you were younger, so open up!" He tried shoving the cake in his brothers determinately closed mouth.
"I'm sure I fed myself when I was 10, Gilbert, now please, get it out of my face." Not the puppy dog eyes! Next came the quivering lip, and he knew all hope was lost."Fine I'll eat it, jeez!" With a sigh, he opened his mouth a fraction, inhaling the chocolate aroma. It was promptly jammed in, the prongs of the fork jabbing his tongue. Germany choked and tried chewing it, finding that it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Once he was done swallowing, he begrudgingly opened his mouth again, scowling at the amused snickers coming from his elder brother.
"Come on, say it! Say you want more of my awesome cooking!" The cake was to good to refuse, so he did.
"Fine...I want more of your awesome cooking" he mumbled, and Gilbert took that as sufficient enough. Another morsel was placed at Germany's lips and he ate it happily, letting down his stern demeanor for a little while, enjoying his brothers pleasant company in the scant silence.
"Bruder, why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, swallowing the rest of his cake.
"Like what, West?" He debated whether licking the stray amount of icing on Germany's lips was worth the yelling afterward. His gut was telling him to, that it would feel oh so good to drag his tongue over those soft pink lips slowly, savoring the icing. Eh, why the hell not? He leaned in and swiped the brown, sugary substance off his brothers face, still inches from it when he parted. Hot breath ghosted over his lips as Germany pulse quickened, face growing ever redder.
"B-bruder!"
"Ja?" Prussia pulled away, smiling at the flustered brother just beneath him.
"That was totally inappropriate!"
"And? Besides, when have I ever followed the rules? I'm just too awesome for them, that's what!"
"It's not a matter of how "awesome" you think you are, brothers aren't supposed to do that to each other!"
Soon he is captured in a surprisingly strong hug, white arms wrapping around his torso. "You're still as cute as ever Luddy," the other whispered, kissing his temple. Germany wondered about the change in demeanor, but doesn't question it and instead hugs back, relishing the idea that his brother was home for good this time. No battles, no meetings to say that he was dissolved, no Ivan to come take him away, no nothing. Just him and his beloved bruder embracing in the silence.
"Hey, Lud?"
"Hm?"
"You owe me"
"For what?"
"A, for not be insanely happy that I was coming home, and B, for making me bake a cake for your ungrateful ass" he said with a smile, putting his hand on Germany's hard shoulder.
"You woke me up at 5 in the morning! And you wanted to bake the cake!"
"Kesesese~ Just kidding West! I didn't mind it anyway. It gave me time to explore the house too" And explore he did. He rummaged through his little brother's closet, pulled out all the carefully arranged books in his bookshelf and put them back in the wrong order, and swirled in his spinny chair in the corner until he felt like puking. Actually, he had spent all of his free time after he came home in his room. Most of that time was spent laying in his brothers bed, snuggling under the warm comforter and burying his face in the familiar scent of his sibling.
"Fine, as long as you didn't enter my room though!"
"Kesese~ Wouldn't dream of it West!" The kid's pretty protective of his porn isn't he? He thought. Well of course he tried to find it! What kind of unawesome brother would he be if he didn't snoop around in his brothers porn collection? And he did find it, too. A cardboard box was carefully hidden in the back of the closet, underneath some old shirts of his he didn't have time to throw away or donate. Prussia didn't open it though. No matter how much Germany loved having him as a brother, he was sure he would be sent right back to Russia if he ever found out he had looked through it.
With a small sigh, he pulled back. "Where the hell am I supposed to sleep anyway?" was his only remark, leaving the table and walking towards Germany's bedroom.
"Not in there! You can take the guest bedroom down the hall" He shoved his brother out of the doorway to his room to the extra one, tossing him some blankets and pillows. He sighed and entered, closing the door to change in silence, not realizing he didn't close it completely, a crack appearing just wide enough for someone to look into. And that someone was his brother, who had just come back to borrow some extra pajamas.
"Oh. Mein. Gott." Germany's ass was exposed as his pants came off, leaving him in his German flag boxers and a shirt, which was also quickly discarded into the hamper in the corner. Why the fuck am I getting hard from this? The answer soon became clear as the boxers also came off, and Prussia watched in awe as his little brother's ass was exposed to him as he bent down to put on some sleep pants. This is so wrong, so fucking wrong! What the hell is happening to me? I can't get turned on just by watching West change! But he did even more as the shirt came off too, and that was the end of Prussia's sanity and sexual self control for the rest of the night. Germany's muscular back rippled as his arms pulled the shirt off, and his abs and chest flexed as he stretched out the kinks he had gained from working and training. He flopped gracelessly onto his soft bed, sighing tiredly and closing his eyes, laying his head on his folded arms under it.
There he was. His younger, but undeniably sexy, brother, splayed out for the taking of anybody risky enough to go in. Dammit, I have to go in and do something! And, summoning all the courage he had, he knocked twice, knowing already not to barge in, lest he be shoved out. Once he heard the tell-tale "Come in!", he entered, trying not to pounce and lose what little self control he had left.
"H-hey West, can I borrow some PJ's? I forgot to bring mine." Gott, I'm such a coward. A wave of a large hand gave him permission to get a pair, and he did, looking through the bottom drawer for some sweats. He put them on, giving his brother an almost accidental view of his open ass as he bent to put them on, and he could swear he heard a groan emanate from the bed. Smiling at the thought of his plan working, he turned back around, kneeling on the soft mattress in front of his reclining sibling. He watched Germany's eyes widen, both at his forwardness and his toned, but still less muscular than his own, torso.
"West..." he whispered, causing said person to raise his body off of the bed, looking nervously into his crimson eyes. "I...I just wanted you to know that I'm proud...very proud, of the nation you've become." He said this last part quietly, wondering about his siblings response.
"Is that it?"
"Oh come on Luddy, it's the truth!"
"And it couldn't have waited until morning?"
Prussia bristled angrily at this answer. "Well, fine! I was going to tell you that I loved you, but I guess that's not important enough for you is it?" He got off the bed, stomping angrily to his room in sulking silence, until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. He stayed in his stony silence until it was broken by a small whisper.
"I...I love you too, bruder"
Prussia sighed. "You really are something, West. First you're practically crying when I come home-"
"I wasn't crying!"
"And I wasn't finished! Then you yell at me for drinking your beer, and then this."
"I...I just don't know how I should feel bruder"
"You're not happy?" Prussia asked, turning around in his brothers grasp to look in his eyes.
"Of course I am! It's just...you came back from Russia, and there's all these other feelings inside me..."
"Luddy, look at me. I'm fine, he didn't follow me here, or put some weird ass tracking device on me. I'm never going back, got it?"
Germany sighed in relief and placed his lips on his siblings forehead. "Ja, bruder, I got it"
"Gut. Now, isn't it past your bedtime?" Prussia teased, returning the kiss and pulling Germany to his bed.
"No, the last time you enforced one was about fifteen years ago."
"Just get in bed, dummkopf!" He pushed Germany onto his bed, crawling up and petting his hair out of the way before kissing it lightly. "Guten nacht, mein bruderlein" he whispered, getting back up and turning to leave. Soon, he was snatched back again and pulled into Germany's warm, inviting chest.
"Don't go. It seems like every time you leave you get hurt." He didn't want to admit it, but some part of the blonde's body was scared at the thought of his brother disappearing again, it wrenched his gut thinking about all of the horrible things he had to endure while at Russia's house. He shivered.
"Shh, don't worry West, I won't ever leave again, I promise. Want me to sleep with you tonight?"
"Sure. I mean, only if you want to!" Germany blushed.
"Kesese~ You could've just said yes you know?" He gathered Germany into his arms, rubbing his back soothingly, like all those times he comforted the smaller nation years earlier. After a few minutes, the others breathing evened out, and he looked down, examining the beautiful, or at least masculine, features. Without the frown lines on his face, he was gorgeous. Wait, gorgeous? Did I really just think that? He traced his brothers jawline slowly, running it down his throat and to his collarbone, the back up over the shell of his ear. What the fuck? Why am I touching him like this?
Prussia ripped his hand away as though it had been burned, but did not leave the bed, intent on keeping his promise to his sibling. He sighed frustratedly and closed his eyes, trying to decipher his feelings as he fell asleep.
(…The next morning...)
After what felt like an hour, but was probably about six or seven, Prussia woke up, squinting his eyes as the morning sun announced the start of a new day. He clutched the lump of flesh next to him and rolled onto his other side. Or at least, what he thought was a lump of flesh, but what was really a bunched up ball of pillow. He looked around groggily, recognizing the tell tale sound of water running in a shower, and sighed in relief, knowing Germany didn't think he was a freak for touching him in his sleep.
"Touching him in his sleep...kesese, maybe I should have tried that!" He laughed quietly to himself, not bothering to wait for the shower to be free, and instead stumbling sleepily to the kitchen sink and dumping a mug of water on his head. Squirting some soap on his hair, his impromptu shower took half the time his brother's did.
When Germany came out, he could smell something burning. A pot of sludge was set on a stove burner, bubbling ominously, and a stack of burned Frisbees was next to it.
"Yo, West! Just in time for my awesome cooking! You've got your pancakes, syrup, orange juice, and...well, that's it." He scratched the back of his neck, blushing and looking at the floor.
"This...is syrup?" Brown goo plopped out of the saucepan and onto one of the burned disks. "and these are...pancakes?" The only thing that didn't seem burnt was the orange juice, but some of it was on his clean counter, revealing the trouble his brother had with the juicer.
"Well, you have to admit, I cook better than the Brit can, ja?" Prussia scraped some ashes off of a pancake, taking a tentative bite.
"That's...debatable" Germany copied him and took a bite, wincing at the grainy, burned taste. "I'm not complaining, but would you mind leaving the cooking to me next time you're hungry?"
"Hm? Oh, ja, I just didn't want to disturb you while you were in the shower." Rivulets of sink water ran slowly down the alabaster neck and dripped onto the floor. Germany tried to ignore them, focusing on trying not to choke on the pancake and not on the image of his brother in the shower. It was normal to think about those sort of things, right? He finished his first pancake and decided on another, but by the looks of the syrup, which had just captured a stray fly and drowned it in the few seconds he wasn't looking, perhaps not.
"Well...I have to go to work now", he started, putting the food down on the table and gathering up his things.
"Aw, West, whyyyy? Can't you stay with your awesome lover for at least a day? I just got back, you know!"
"No, unfortunately, I ca- l-lover? Are you feeling alright?"
"As awesome as ever, why?"
"You just called me your lover."
"Well, duh! When I said I loved you last night I sorta meant it, dummkopf. And anyway, calling you my 'super-awesome-brother-that-I-share-a-super-close-bond-with-and-happens-to-be-my-house-mate' is a bit long, dontcha think?"
"We don't share a "super-close-bond", bruder"
"Well, of course we do! I...just can't think of any examples right now is all!" Prussia explained, tugging on his siblings sleeve. "And anyway, haven't you taken a day off in, like, never? It's not healthy if you don't relax once in a while."
He left no room to argue. "Fine fine, I'll take a verdammt day off, happy now? But only if you explain the whole "I'm your lover thing" to me!"
"Kesese~ I only meant that in a platonic way, dummkopf! Or do you want me to be your lover?" Prussia added in a sultry voice, planting himself on the space next to Germany on the couch, leaning into his ear. "It's not really a secret to me that you're a flamer."
"A w-what?" Germany was flushed all the way up to his ears, trying not to look at the expression of his brother's face.
"A flamer. Like, flamingly gay? Come on, West, I knew from the beginning who you liked, that little Feli dude, ja? He's always hanging around you like a lost puppy, and you let him. He practically worships the ground you walk on!" Prussia took away the book his brother was attempting to read and held it above his head.
"I am not gay, bruder, and if I was, I wouldn't be for Feliciano. Now, give me my book back!"
"Not until you admit that you're gay!" Prussia taunted, swinging the book just out of reach.
"I can't! I'm straight, Feli's straight, you're straight, for Gott's sake. Just accept it!"
Oh, how wrong you are bruderlein. "Wait here and close your eyes, and don't open them until I say so!" He dashed off when the blondes eyes were closed, getting an item from his bag in the guest room.
"Kay, now open!" In front of Germany's face was what looked like a v-shaped patch of skin, covered in light red hairs. "Do you know what that is, bruder?"
"Do I want to know?"
"It's a pussy"
Germany raised an eyebrow. "A what?"
"Jesus fucking Chr- It's a vagina, West" His brother could be really naive sometimes...
The blonde sputtered in shock, pulling his face away, still normal colored. "Why are you showing me that?"
"I'll explain later, now, close your eyes again!" he said, putting his free hand over the blue eyes, searching in his pocket for his phone. He took it out and flipped through the saved pictures, smiling when he reached the one he wanted. He took his hand away from the blondes face, watching him blush as though all the blood in his body was just under the surface of his cheeks.
He had definitely seen something similar to that, every time he changed his underwear and took a shower. This one had a patch of skin covered in light silver pubic hairs however, the same color as his brother's-
"Is that...?" he stuttered, pointing at the screen of the cellphone.
"My awesome five meters? Ja, pretty impressive isn't it?" Prussia smiled to himself at the definitely embarrassed face. But was that a little hint of arousal in those eyes, though? Germany stayed silent however, and Prussia smiled in victory.
"I knew it! You are gay, and for me, too! Well, of course I didn't doubt it, my awesome just attracts people of all genders, and-"
"Shut up!" Germany yelled, raising his head and glaring. "I'm not gay, so just shut the fuck up and stop going on about it!" The arousal was definitely gone, replaced with a few tears, anger, confusion, and total embarrassment at the truth his brother had forced him to see. Prussia stilled, dropping the book onto the floor in shock, and watched as his brother stormed out of the room.
"You're gonna have to see the truth at some point Luddy, so just accept it now!" The albino screamed, banging on the door to his brother's bedroom. He sighed, resigned to his own bedroom to think.
(A few hours later)
The albino tipped back in his chair, trying to form a plan to get his brother to just see the damn truth, when an ingenious idea popped into his head. If he couldn't make his brother believe it own his own, he'd just have to help! He crept into the pristine room, wincing every time a floorboard creaked, and swore when Germany mumbled, thinking he'd been caught. When he wasn't, he sighed, slipping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around the strong torso, feeling the steady heartbeat. His face checked the others, spotting the faint tear marks. Poor kid must've cried himself to sleep...didn't know being straight was so important to him. His palm traveled up the strong arms, across his neck and throat, brushing the tears away with his thumb.
With a resolved sigh, he leaned down, giving the blue eyed nation a chaste kiss on the lips. He heard a few mumbles that sounded like a strained "bruderrr..." but he wasn't exactly going to ask him now, was he? West will kill me if he wakes up, gotta be sneaky. Not an easy task, especially because he was a nervous, trembling wreck. He wound his hand into the stray hair, weaving the long thin fingers in and out, savoring the feel while he still could. His mouth reattached itself at Germany's jugular, peppering light open mouthed kisses on his throat and Adam's apple.
Now, the only reason he was doing this was to prove to his brother that he was gay, nothing else. He himself had known he was a homosexual for a while now, but he hadn't really set his sights on anyone in particular, least of all his own brother. That was sick, crazy, totally wrong in all ways possible, and he could not have a crush on him.
And he was certainly not enjoying the feeling of the little sighs fanning over his own lips, the petal soft mouth moving against his own as he slipped his tongue around his subtly. The little blonde hairs on the nape of his neck weren't tickling his hand in a way his own couldn't, and the Adonis like features were not turning him on in the least as he watched them contort in slight pleasure, at least...that's what he tried to fool himself into thinking.
It was hard to resist your own brother, especially when he was as beautiful as Germany was, toned, muscular, hot, practically perfect in every way he could think of. Not to mention his personality. Caring, when he wanted to be, protective, when he had to be, loving, (only on the rare occasions he allowed only is brother to see him like that), and too many others to list. It was no wonder he tried to avoid being with other people, especially him. The siblings were complete opposites. Germany was always a shy child, and any mention of a visitor coming to their house made him hide. He was never a social butterfly as his big brother was, preferring to sit in the background of all the parties while Gilbert was enjoying the copious amounts of attention showering him.
The albino planned to change that fact, by consent or force if necessary.
With a reluctant sigh he parted, letting his lips linger for longer than necessary, finally pulling his hand away from its new location on Germany's hip. The crystal blue eyes fluttered open, looking right past him for a moment, then widening in complete bewilderment.
"Guten morgen, West." he mumbled, tucking a stray hair back in. The only response he got was a hard punch in the jaw. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, holding his bruised jaw in hand and wincing as he talked, "What the hell was that for?" Dude's got a good uppercut at least...
"Y-you were in my bed...kissing me!" he stuttered. He brought his hands up to his lips, touching them softly, before wiping them on the back of his hand."What were you thinking?"
"Well, I was thinking that if you didn't punch me in the fucking jaw, that you liked it, but it seems I was wrong." The silverette sighed, glaring hard at the other German. He was mostly mad that his plan didn't work, but being hit in the face had contributed to it. The blonde turned around, mumbling curses at his brother's stupidity.
"I also did come in to apologize, idiot!" Laying back on the bed, he watched as his brothers now retreating back stopped, but did not turn around. "Look, I'm sorry about what I did earlier, alright? I reckon it wasn't the best way to get you to come out, but-" he held up a hand as the blonde began to protest, "But it was the only way I knew how. And I was gonna explain the whole lover thing, so you best get your ass on the bed."
Germany turned around, not meeting his brother's eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the sheets. "When I said lover, I didn't mean it in the way you thought I did, West. It's just that...we've been through so much shit together that I wanna have at least a clear idea of where we are as brothers. And don't give me that "we're just brothers, nothing more" crap, 'cuz I know you don't believe it either. We both know it was closer than that from the start, so don't kid yourself, Lud." He shuffled closer on the bed, sitting side by side with the other and putting his hand on his shoulder, looking for a reaction.
"I suppose...you're right, bruder" the blonde said finally, putting his hand on top of the albino's, squeezing slightly. "You've always loved me, even when I was a jerk to you. And I suppose we were closer in the beginning."
"Kesese~ I'll always love you Luddy, even if you hate me."
"I'll never hate you, bruder."
"Kesese~ You're too sweet, West. But I still know that you're gay for me!" Another punch to the jaw sent him flying flat onto the bed, ruining the brotherly moment he had finally created after so many years apart. Jeez, kid's got an arm on him doesn't he? Well, I guess he'll be taking back the whole, "I'll never hate you" thing, now. Way to go, genius. Prussia berated himself, not daring to venture into the living room where the hitter currently was. After a few minutes, he snuck out, looking around for the other, who had evidently left to go to work late. Shit, now he really hates you.
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