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Violet eyes blinked against the light that stung his closed eyes. A groan spilled from his chapped lips as he tried to sit up. His hands buried in soft sheets, god he couldn't remember a thing from last night. When he finally managed to sit up semi straight he grimaced at the pain that shot up his back. He was sore, too sore. His head was pounding and he couldn't seem to get the room to stop spinning. A hand pressed against his forehead as he closed his eyes for a moment of thought. The silence was broken as someone laughed from the other side of the room, making his already splitting headache even worse.
"Nah you should really think about taking some pain killers for that." That voice, it was familiar. Austria blinked his eyes open till he could find the face to go with the voice. "Gilbert, what'd you do to me?" His voice was hoarse grated on his own nerves. Something flew at him rattling when it hit his lap, a bottle of Advil. Without hesitating he twisted the cap off and popped a few of the little blue pills into his mouth swallowing. By the time he'd managed to force them down Prussia was climbing onto the bed, a towel draped over his bare shoulders, damp white hair clinging to his cheeks and those dreadful red eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.
For a split second his pain and discomfort was the last thing on his mind, sudden horror filled him as he stared into those twinkling eyes. "What did you do?" he had to clear his throat before he spoke, trying desperately to keep it even and free of fear. The Prussian could smell his discomfort a mile away.
"Ah, haven't you figured it out by now? You must be real slow today." Flicking the Austrian on the forehead he crossed his legs under himself, his violet eyes widened as he took in the scantily clad man, the only thing Prussia was wearing were his blue pants and that wet towel that was draped around his neck. Roderich's cheeks flushed a brilliant scarlet that made Gilbert rock back on the bed in laughter that lasted a couple of seconds when the white haired man leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around Austria. He felt like his cheeks were on fire at the sudden weight and struggled to move out of arms reach. The sheets that he had pooled in his lap slipped away and he couldn't help but glance down at himself. "Oh god, you... did you?!" the last two words came out high pitched and strangled as Gilbert's face came close enough for him to smell the mint tooth paste on his breath. The damn jerk had brushed his teeth and taken a shower.
"Eh, you want to make yourself clearer?" Those red eyes were so close to his own violet ones that he had to force back a small sound of discomfort, swallowing the urge to push him away. This was so un-gentlemanly. Mint breath washed across his lips as Prussia spoke. "Make it clearer?!" hands flew from the mattress as he gestured at himself, well at least the Advil had kicked in. "You. You... You, I can't even say it." "I what?" white topped head tilted the side in question; from this distance the smell of his shampoo swamped him. "I ... f.u.c.k.e.d you?" Prussia pronounced each letter carefully and taunting.
Roderich's mouth fell open, struck by silence as he tried to figure out whether Gilbert was dropping him a bit of truth or just trying to yank his leash. "Nah, you're starting to look like a fish," their noses touched lightly as Prussia leaned closer to him. "You want to know what I did, I-" a harsh knock on the door made both of them jump, freeing Austria from the clutches of Prussia as the white haired man turned his attention to the door.
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