This is intended to be a way for me to archive collaborate pieces done by my friends and me. The point of view will change quite often. I am not asking anyone to read it, but thank you if you do.

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-1990-

After spending the day working in Paris, France had texted Germany that he would be going to his house for the night. This was not an unusual occurrence, of course. Actually, France was closer to Germany than he was to any other nation in the world, thanks in large part to their European Union cooperation and the time they spent together.

For the first time in his history, his most important relationship was not with England, and he had to admit that it was a big weight off of his shoulders. With England, he felt extreme passion, which could be interpreted as either hate or love, depending on the circumstance, and was often very tiring. With Germany, he felt support and partnership. He and Arthur were always out to break the other. Ludwig wanted to put him back together when he fell apart. It was invigorating and he loved the younger man dearly for it.

For however long this would last, he would enjoy it.

He used his key and came into the home that he was accustomed to staying in. He took his shoes off.

"I am going to go change, mon cochon, and then I will start on dinner," he stated, not caring who else might be around since the other blonde's household had been used to his presence for years.

He leaned over the couch and gave Ludwig a peck on the lips before starting towards Germany's bedroom, where he kept a couple of outfits for when he was there.

Prussia had been sitting on the couch drinking some tea with his brother. Since his return from Russia he had been slowly recovering. His frame was still on the small, frail side and his smiles were still few but they were steadily increasing. Actually, today had been one of his better days. He had back talked a bit and hadn't done any chores that day. He had simply been taking care of himself and spending time with his brother. There was still so much that changed in his little brother's life and he was learning something new every day. Though, the most shocking thing was yet to come...

France had come into their home, which was completely and utterly strange to the Prussian. Did the guy have a key? If so, why? What was-

Then France kissed him. He kissed Germany.

Prussia watched as France walked out of the room then turned back to his brother.

"Was the fuck was that about?" He asked, still a bit surprised.

Germany had watched France walk out of the room, secretly enjoying the view like the closet pervert he was. It did not occur to him that anything was abnormal until his brother had spoken.

Of course his brother had never seen the two of them together in the short time since they had been reunited, but he had assumed that Prussia had realized from everything he had told him about the European Union that he was rather close to Francis. He had thought that he had been more than obvious, after all, and he had definitely thought that one of the other German states would have told the white haired former nation about his relationship. Everyone knew that Saxony couldn't keep a secret to save his life.

Still, just because Gilbert wanted to talk about it didn't mean that Ludwig wanted his brother in his business...

"Was?" he asked. "You know that Frankreich doesn't like to wear his military uniform all night."

Prussia deadpanned his brother.

"Oh, danke, I had forgotten all about that," he said, the sarcasm thick in his voice, "You know what I'm asking about."

He had clearly noticed that his brother and France were closer now than he had ever seen them, but he never thought that they were that close. Maybe he was over thinking things. Maybe this was much more innocent than that. But God the way his brother looked at the Frenchman. It sent disgusted shivers down his spine, and maybe a little bit of anger. After all, Ludwig was his baby brother and he looked out for his brother.

"Ja, ja..." Germany said, obviously annoyed that he had to talk about this. "Please don't make a big deal about this, Bruder."

He hated that Prussia wanted to talk about his relationship like this. He was a very private person and he did not exactly want to talk about his feelings with anyone, even his big brother. Maybe especially his big brother, considering Gilbert had no filter when it came to implying things about Ludwig's sex life...

He knew what this probably looked like to people who did not know the situation well. Francis was not exactly known for being serious and what he was known for was not something that Ludwig cared to have his name associated with. On top of that, there were those (probably like his older brother) who saw him as very young. He did not feel young, though, and his relationship with the other blonde was not all about the physical like some less informed people had suggested.

"Oh, ja sure," Prussia replied, then sat quietly for a moment.

He took a sip of his drink, red eyes darting over to the room France was in. He set his cup down on his saucer, looking over at his brother.

"So, does he come over to fuck you all the time or...?" Gilbert bluntly asked, though was pretty disturbed by the whole situation despite his wording.

"Bruder!" Germany said, blushing bright red in embarrassment. "What kind of thing is that to say to family?"

He put his hand over his face, getting himself together. He breathed deeply.

"Frankreich is here to have dinner with me," he stated once he was able to have a conversation again. "We are very close. I... I trust him."

Ludwig hated having to talk about his feelings like this. It was not the kind of thing that he liked to put into words, especially to anyone who was not his current lover.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. Yeah, dinner. Because that's what France was all about in a relationship. Just having dinner. Prussia may have been away for a while but he knew his friend better than that.

"Yeah," he replied, "That's kinda how butt sex works unless you're Russia. You gotta have a lot of trust. How long's this been going on for?"

He was very aware that this was probably a very inappropriate thing to talk about with his little brother, but Gilbert couldn't bring himself to care.

France came back out, now dressed in casual clothing from his drawer in Germany's room.

He could not help but notice that they were talking about his relationship with the younger nation and he shook his head. Prussia was still Prussia, no matter what had happened to him. Of course he knew that people did not think of him as anything other than a sex-crazed man, but he did not really care. The white haired nation would see that this was different as he spent more time around them as a couple.

The long haired nation went behind the couch and put his arms around Ludwig's shoulders, resting his head beside his on the side closer to Gilbert.

"Since the 1950's," he answered. "Je suis desole for not noticing you here before, Prusse. I was very caught up in my thoughts from work. It is good to see you after so long. Allemagne has spoken of nothing else since we got word that you would be returning. It has been adorable."

Prussia quirked an eyebrow at his friend. He shook his head.

"This is going to take a lot of getting used to," he said, "I never thought you two would be together."

He looked between the two of them before giving a shrug.

Germany did not shrug off France, even though they were in front of his brother. If Prussia wanted to talk about sex in front of him and make him feel uncomfortable, then he could just deal with feeling uncomfortable himself.

"I don't see how it's any of your business, Bruder," he grumbled.

France laughed, a light and airy sound.

"Do not fret over it too much, mon ami," he added to Prussia. "We are very... domestic, non? We have long since passed the honeymoon phase."

He kissed the side of Germany's head before moving away and going to the kitchen.

Prussia watched France disappear into the kitchen then looked back over at his brother.

"He's joking, right?" he said, "I mean, France is about as domestic as my pinky nail, Bruder."

Germany sighed, wishing this conversation was over already.

"Nein. He is cooking dinner as we speak," he stated. "What more do you want?"

Gilbert scratched the back of his head and shrugged.

"Just... weird," he replied, "I'll get used to it, though. Guess I can't complain too much. He's a little bit awesome. 'S why he's my friend."

"Danke, Bruder," Germany responded.