I wanted to write a Prussia x Fem!Austria fic for the longest time and thus, this story was born. This is my first time writing in first person perspective so as a heads up, it might be awkward. Also this is my first time writing a M-rated fic, and for my fic, that means I'm going to be writing my first lemon. It's a bit intimidating and uncomfortable (I might even end up changing my mind), but at the same time I want to tackle down this challenge, so considered this: challenge accepted!
This story is rated M for subject matter such as: language, incest, and sexual situations(attempted rape, voyeurism, etc.). If you are not comfortable with reading these subject matters, I would suggest not even reading any further.
In advanced, I apologize for any grammar and spelling issues (commas and I are mortal enemies). I try to proofread myself, but sometimes the brain doesn't pick up the little mistakes. So if you see any issues of that sort, please let me know. Also I'm so sorry for Prussia being out of character. I could not for the life of me capture his awesome essence.
So without further ado, here's Chapter One.
I'll be the first to admit it: I am a sick fuck. Why am I sick fuck you ask? Well, this could be due to the fact that I'm pinning this gorgeous girl on the hard wooden floor. I am fully aware of the lust rolling of off me in powerful waves and controlling me. It's throwing away any sensible thoughts and restrain I have left right out of the window. She's trembling under me, completely frighten over my sudden course of action, but I can't help it. I crave her. I need her.
Now I know what you're probably thinking, something along the lines of: 'That's wrong you bastard! How can you take advantage of her? You filthy pathetic, swine! Get off of her this instant! There's a place in hell for scum like you!'
Well let me stop you right there. I am fully aware I am a vile, horny bastard for trying to make her mine against her will; for wanting to hear her moan and scream my name under me while I mark her glorious body all over with my hot yearning kisses and to touch her in the most unholy of ways, but that's not going to stop me.
Lash out at me all you want and throw me all your best insults. I already know I hit the lowest point of my life, I know I'm disgusting. If you think I'm a disgusting cretin now, you'll get a kick out of this: the girl that's struggling and writhing from my hold, the girl that is the object of my carnal needs and desire—are you ready for this—is my 'sweet dear' cousin.
You've heard right. You don't need me to repeat myself. The girl pinned to the floor completely mine for the taking is my cousin. Let me give you a minute to let all of this sink in and for you to gather your thoughts.
Are we done processing all of this information? Nope, still need a few more minutes? Okay, understandable. Is not everyday when you get hit with a shocker such as this...
Well, by now all of this must have finally sunk in. If not, then you're too much of a dimwit or a simpleton or both, but frankly I don't truly expect anyone to understand it. I myself am still trying to figure out how this all came to be. So instead of judging and reprimanding me for my repulsive actions and shameful thoughts—let me be the source of that—allow me the honor or should I say dishonor, to tell you how it all came to be.
All right, before we even begin to chronicle my path to sinfulness and monstrosity (I am fully aware what I'm about to do to her is one of the most immoral things anyone could do to someone, if not the most, but hey so is lusting after your exquisite cousin. If I'm going to hell for this taboo, I might as well go all the way), let's begin with the fact that I'm the human representation of the country Prussia and the girl below me is the representation of Austria.
Didn't expect that did you? Does that lessen a little bit what I'm about to do? Yeah, I didn't think so either. I'm still the biggest lowlife right? Well, now that we have gotten that tiny (big) detail out of the way, I hope you're sitting comfortably because we shall now begin.
Now where do I start? Hmm, let's see…let's start all the way to my first encounter with her; although, that was a long time ago… a very long time ago. My first encounter with her happened when I was still a small rising nation. I was a land/member under the order of the Teutonic K—no, you know what? Let me rephrase that. I was a remarkable and completely official little nation called the Teutonic Knights.
Although, I wasn't called Prussia yet, I was still under Germanic rule; that being said, I was one of the many growing nations under the care of Germania who happened to be my grandfather. He was a powerful ancient nation in which all the Germanic nations (sans mein Bruder, Germany, or West as I like to call him) were under his wing.
From what I can remember Switzerland, Austria, and I were the few of his grandchildren who interacted with him (there were more, but us three are the only relevant to my story, well four counting Germany and he plays a pretty big deal in this). We didn't all spend time as a 'family' per se, but we did hear a little about each other.
Großvater had the ingenious idea of all of us adequately getting to know each other by meeting face to face. I at the time couldn't care less.
Meeting my fellow Germanic countries was a bit dull compared to my duties as a grand, emergent nation, but it was my Großvater's wish and I respected the man too damn much to think twice and deny him; thus, this marked the beginning of my troubles.
I certainly didn't intend or expect to be close and chummy with my cousins. From what I have heard and gather about them from Großvater, I picture Switzerland as a boring dull character and Austria as a feeble, weak nation. Turns out when I met them, I was completely right about them. Switzerland was an apathetic and indifferent little nation, in other words: as exiting as watching paint dry and Austria...oh boy, how do I even begin to explain what I felt towards Austria?
It wasn't as if I became fully hard for her right then and there. Firstly, we were still small nations so romance never really crossed my mind. It was foreign territory to me at the time. And secondly, I took an immediate dislike for the kid. Something about the little brat rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it was his—yeah I thought she was a guy back then. Look, I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to figuring out gender. For fuck's sake, I for the longest time thought my ex-friend (well, he wasn't really my friend, but he was as close as I could ever get to actually having one) was a girl; however, that little fact is irrelevant right now. We'll get back to that in little while, but back at the story at hand.
I don't know what made me instantly dislike her in that moment. Maybe it was that silly, little irksome smile she sported or maybe even that distracting-as-fuck, gravity-defying loose hair, and don't let me get started on that stupid beauty mark! Gott, just even thinking about our first meeting makes me livid. How the hell did I go to completely loathing her to thinking about her every night when old Rosie Palms, her five sisters, and I got together?
I guess my instant dislike towards her was her happy-go-lucky attitude and let's not forget the fact I though she was a boy, a weak one at that. The current Austria is now a hot little number, but she has now a stick up her ass instead of her old goofy smile. Which reminds me, her whole happy aura back then made me sick. I mean I was fighting my hardest to become the best nation out there so I rarely had time to crack a genuine smile, while this little punk was all shit and giggles.
Needless to say, I got angry and ended up pushing her down and making the little baby cry and guess who came to the kid's rescue? Nope not grandpops—he thought the little guy needed to toughen up (I now know I inherited good old Großvater's gender-deducing skills), but good old Swiss boy. He up until today has one of the most obvious hard-ons for Austria. What a sicko, lusting after your own cousin! Pfft, who am I to talk? At least he's 'secretly' pining after her and not pinning her to the floor.
Switzerland and Austria after meeting that day became inseparable. They went on lame adventures together, trained together, and picked fights with Hungary and I, well that was mostly Austria. She also thought Hungary was a girl and for her that meant she had finally found a good 'rival'. Obviously Hungary didn't see it that way and completely kicked Austria's ass.
After that Hungary and I teamed up together and picked on Austria. It sort of became like a hobby. At the time Hungary didn't know he was picking on a little girl and neither did I. I was still under the notion that my 'friend' was a girl and my little wimp of a cousin was a boy. Are you as confused as I am?
Besides making my territory grow and fighting in the name of the Teutonic Knights and in Hungary's case, trying to fight off the Ottoman Empire from conquering him, we made a daily habit to ruin Austria's day and it also became a habit for Switzerland to come and rescue his weakling friend. Everything was all right with the world, but then one day everything turned on me. What I thought was black and white, turned into a whole array of colors.
It all began when I decided to infiltrate (ambush) Austria and Switzerland's silly little meeting (picnic). Those idiots, they should have been on their guard for any threats or signs of invasion, but there they were: a couple of idiots having a meal on the grass. I was about to sneak upon them and teach them to be real men and stop them from having a sissy picnic date, when stupid Switzerland had to open his mouth and along opened Pandora's box.
"You're going get fat if you keep eating cakes and pastries all the time." Switzerland grumpily reprimanded a mouth-full-of-cake Austria.
'What a loser, having to look after Austria all the time. I feel sorry for the chump.' I thought to myself.
Austria looked at him with stupid puppy-dog-eyes and in the most sweetly, sickening voice responded, "But cake makes me feel happy! I can't give it up!"
She was seriously getting on my nerves back there. I was about to leave the bush I was hiding in, take a piece of cake, and shove it onto Austria's face when Switzerland spoke again.
"That's besides the point! Sure it may taste great now, but when you get older that cake is going to go into places a girl would not want them to."
'Ha! Even Switzerland acknowledged Austria behaved like such a little girl!' I grinned as big as the Cheshire Cat.
"I'm sure I'm not going to be fat as you're making it out to be and besides you'll still be my friend even if I become a pudgy girl, right?" Austria retaliated.
'Wait did Austria himself admit he acts like a little sissy girl?' I thought a bit alarmed.
"I'm sure when I grow up I'll be a powerful nation and I'll be a strong fit woman!" Austria confidently told Switzerland.
'Whoa, hold up a minute. If he's too weak and scrawny now, how the hell is he going to be a powerful nation? If any one's going to be powerful if not, the most powerful nation, it's going to be me! And he'll definitely won't become a strong wo—what?' I was in the middle of contemplating when Austria's last words finally hit me, hard. Austria was a girl? I mean he acted like a little girl, but he was actually a girl?
"What?" I said running urgently to where they sat. "Österreich, you're a girl?" I shouted in disbelief.
"Did you just come out of that bush?" Switzerland angrily exclaimed. "What hell were you doing?" He continued to angrily ramble on.
I paid no attention to him though. I mean I just been informed that my cousin was a girl when all this time I thought he...no she... it? Whatever, point was all this time I thought Austria was a sissy, little boy. Getting scolded by ho hum Switzerland was the least of my concerns.
"How come this surprises you?" Austria asked bewilder by my reaction. "I've been a girl this whole time. I thought it was just Großvater who couldn't tell, but apparently you too!" She said, her voice starting to crack a little. She turned too look at Switzerland "Do I really look like a boy?"
'Oh great that's just what I needed, a crying sissy girl. Literally.' I thought.
"No Austria, Großvater is just a bit senile due to his age, but Teutonic Knights is just an idiot." Switzerland was quick to respond and comfort Austria.
"Hey! I'm not an idiot!" I shouted at him. I turned to Austria and began, "It's not my fault you know? How was I even supposed to know you were a girl? Your hair is so short and besides you are flat as a board." I responded as I went up to her and put my hands on her nonexistent chest and moved them around to prove my point. "See? Nothing, they might as well be two mosquito bites."
Switzerland was about to intervene (kick my ass, well not really. I could have taken him on), when Austria stopped him. "No it's alright. I can handle this." She said calmly to him.
She turned to face me again and saw I was still holding on to her flat chest. I had never seen Austria so livid before. I guess this was the start of her bad temperament towards me. Can you guess what she did next? If you answered a kick to the family jewels, then you're absolutely right.
"You Dummkopf!"
"Ow!" I loudly bellowed out as I fell down on the ground and doubled over in pain. I felt such a scorching pain on my most sensitive of parts. "What the hell was that for?" I managed to say in between breaths.
"What you did was completely uncalled for, not to mention improper. I may not look like a girl, but I am and I demand to be treated like one!" She commanded in an authoritative voice.
Mein Gott, the nerve of that girl! It wasn't my fault she looked like a scrawny boy, so why was she taking it out on me?
"You say you didn't realize I was a girl up until now, but how come you and Hungary referred to me as a sissy girl?" She inquired.
"It was meant as an insult!" I angrily stated as I pointed out what I assumed was obvious. "We thought you were a boy, so calling you a sissy girl seem liked the most fitting insult." I said as I attempted to get up from the ground. Man, could that girl kick hard.
"So are you insinuating girls are weak? Is that it? That's the most misogynistic thing I've heard! Well what about Hungary, she's a girl. What would your friend say about that?" Austria heatedly asked. In that moment, I swear she permanently got stuck on bitch mode.
"Hungary is different. She's a total guy (I had no idea then how very literal my words were), and anyway she's not that close of a friend. And to answer your previous question, maybe I am. So what?" I said in full derisive mode and slowly got up from the floor. The pain had finally begun to subside.
"The matter of the fact is that you're still weak. If it was easy picking on you thinking you were a guy, imagine how easy it will be now that I know you're a girl." I said it with an oozing confidence, but inside I was a mess. The little boy who infuriated me was a little girl. How messed up was that?
I realized I needed to get away from there and run as quickly as possible to inform Hungary about our favorite target; so I did just that. I fled the scene and ran leaving a confused, angry Switzerland and an equally confused and angry Austria. I ran as fast as my little legs could take me all the way to Hungary's.
As I ran, I tried to figure out what this new information meant to me. Did it even matter that Austria was a girl? Would this new development change everything? It would in time—in that moment though, I was still reeling in the fact Austria was a she.
How fucked up is life? You hide in a bush ready to ambush the enemy, to learning said enemy was dickless and was actually the proud owner of a vagina. Oh, let's not forget the fact that while you're still hiding in the bush completely shocked by said revelation, the epiphany that your enemy would probably later on grow a bush on her lady—not male—parts, passes through. I know that was in crude taste, but deal with it.
Once I had finally made my way to Hungary's place and located 'her', I didn't even wait for her greeting. I just completely went in for the kill. I probably should have spoken in a paced, clear, and concise manner, but I needed to tell 'her' as soon as possible. What would we do now? Would it still be okay to pick on Austria? Was it even fair for us to pick on a sissy girl? How would she feel picking on a fellow girl?
"Whoa! Slow down, you're not making any sense." Hungary responded. How the hell was he not able to grasp the concept of the words: Austria, not boy, girl, and boobs the minute I told him?
Hungary them covered my mouth in an attempt to shut me up. "Alright, I'm going to remove my hand. When I do, I want you to slowly and clearly tell me what's wrong. Do you understand?"
I thought that was really unnecessary. Treating me like I was a child. I mean technically I was but—ugh! Never mind that. I just wanted to urgently tell Hungary so I reluctantly nodded in agreement. 'She' let go and I belted it out, "Austria is not a boy like we thought! She's been a flat chested girl all this time who may become fat and may or may not grow boobs in the near, distant future!"
"What?" Hungary heartily laughed. "So you expect me to believe that pansy is actually a girl? That's priceless. I mean I know he may act like one, but he can't possibly be one. Thanks for the laugh though, I needed it! Austria with boobs! Ha! The thought alone just makes me laugh!" Hungary said as 'she' wiped the tears of 'her' cheek that had fallen due to 'her' crazed laughter.
"I'm not trying to be funny! I am a witness!" I angrily screamed.
"What, you saw her boobs?" Hungary sardonically responded.
I was getting fed up. How come it was so difficult to get it through his thick skull? And what the hell was his fixation with Austria's breasts that day? The bastard later got to see them, not to mention, touch them whenever he wanted during their stupid union.
If you know your history, then you should probably know about the Austro-Hungarian compromise. Historically speaking, that means two countries join together to benefit from one another and help each other out. For us countries, it means joining together in 'holy' matrimony. In Austria's case though, it means an easy way to gain power and whore herself out, but I digress.
Stupid Hungary and his stupid idiotic self. Fucking, lucky bastard for seeing a naked Austria whenever he fucking pleased! Well I did too...once, but that's another point I will touch on later and before we move on, I'd like to point out I was the very first one to touch her chest! Thank you very much. Well...flat chest, but still that honor goes to me!
Anyways, back to the story at hand. Hungary was still being an idiot—that still hasn't changed till today—and a cynical dick.
"Forget about the non-existent boobs and listen to me! I'm not lying, I swear on my great incredible self that I'm not." I countered.
Hungary knowing that I would never use my self in vain finally came to reason. "Whoa, so you're actually serious? Austria: brunette, violet eyes, mole on chin, Austria? " Hungary said with a tone of disbelief.
I confirmed this by nodding my head. "I've been saying that since I got here! Took you long enough to understand."
"I'm sorry. It's just that when I greet you, 'Oh hey, how's it going?' I don't expect to be hit with such alarming news as this!" Hungary angrily fired back.
Deciding that we were getting sidetracked from the issue at hand, I responded, "Alright, fine I guess you may have a valid point, but what are we going to do now?'
'What do you mean? I don't see the big commotion."
Seriously, I've always wondered what goes on in this moron's head. "Really? You don't see anything wrong with this?" I answered.
"Well no, not really. So the kid doesn't have a penis, that doesn't mean we have to stop picking on him—I mean her." Hungary nonchalantly replied.
"Sure, that easy for you to say. You can pretty much get off easy and not get call a jerk for picking on her, but what about me? I'll come of as a male chauvinist for picking fights with a girl!" I sourly retorted.
"I see your point, but don't you think I'd get call one too? You idiot."
"Why though? You're a girl, a manly girl, but a girl nonetheless. Like I said, you'll just get a slap on the wrist."
Hungary looked at me with a bewildered look, but then let out a small chuckle. "Nice one Teuton. But, don't go confusing me as girl just because you found out Austria is one. This whole incident must have clouded your perception of reality." Hungary joked.
"Shut up! I'm not in the mood for jokes Ungarn." I replied thinking he was fooling around.
"I'm not trying to be funny. You're the one that started by calling me a girl, you ass." Hungary retorted.
"That's because you are, you foolish girl!"'
"I'm not a girl. " Hungary said now in a drop-dead serious tone.
"Oh what, you're going to tell me you're a boy now too? Ooh, let me play matchmaker and set you and Österreich up. Ungarn and Österreich: The pair of gender-confused fools." I said in my best witty comeback, thinking Hungary was still joking.
"Teutonic, stop it. I actually think you're being serious now."
"Relax I'm not. They would never let two little girls get together." I laughed at my own wittiness.
"You idiot, you actually think I'm a girl don't you?" Hungary angrily shouted.
"Alright this is getting old and redundant. It's not funny anymore. Get some new jokes or something." I replied now irritated.
"That's because I'm not playing you idiot. I'm a guy!" Hungary angrily emphasized the last few words.
"Okay, I don't see how you think this is fun—" I equally as angry began to reply when in the blink of an eye, saw Hungary pull down his pants and underwear. My closest thing to a friend, the person who I thought was a manly girl, had a penis.
I was at a loss for words, no not because of his dick—okay, maybe just a bit; it was a little bigger than mine, although I bet mine is bigger than his now—but because Hungary was a guy! I've just learned Austria was a girl, and now Hungary was a guy?
'Who else have I've been mistaken as the opposite gender? Don't tell me Großvater is actually a robust woman!' I thought full of dread. He actually wasn't by the way if you're wondering (that didn't stop Ancient Rome from trying though).
"Put your clothes back on!" I managed to blurt out and shielded my eyes.
Hungary gladly complied and spoke, "Sorry you had to see that, I just needed to prove that I'm not a member of the opposite sex, whatsoever."
Now why couldn't have Austria proven she was a girl with Hungary's method? I would have preferred seeing boobs and less penis. Oh that's right though, she was flat as a board back then so it really wouldn't have made that much of a difference.
I said the first thing that came to mind, "How did you manage to grow one?"
"Nothing out of ordinary. I was just born with one, maybe due to the fact, oh I don't know, I'm a guy!" Hungary or in this case Mangary sarcastically replied.
"How come you never told me you were a guy? I mean you act like one—" I began speaking when Hungary rudely interrupted.
"That's because I am." He dryly stated.
I ignored him and continued talking, "But I never would have guessed. This is all yours and Austria's fault!"
"How is it our fault?"
"For not telling me!"
"Is it our fault that you assumed instead of asking us." He not only defended himself but also Austria. I guess this was also the start where Hungary became Hungary and Austria.
Gott! At that time I didn't know that I would later abhor the guy so very much, and all because of Austria.
"Don't go all righteous on me now and pretend you're better than me! You yourself assumed Austria was a guy; so don't go preaching things you don't even follow yourself." I furiously answered and started to walk away from Hungary.
"Come on! Don't be rash. Okay, sure I assumed too, and you're right I don't practice what I preach, but don't go making a big fuss over nothing!"
That was the last straw. How could he call this nothing? I just had two big shockers dropped down on me and he was pretending like nothing happened. So can you guess what happened next?
I ran.
I ran away again, as far as I could go. I had to clear my head. I had to let things sink in.
Originally this story was going to be a one-shot, but I decided against it. This would have been a long read and frankly I didn't like it. This story will contain 3-5 chapters and be in between 3,000 to 5,000 words each.
