Chapter one.
" That pansy could not say anything and he was so red I thought he was going to explode! That was so fucking awesome! Ah! I'm still laughing my ass off every time I remember how stupid he looked in front of his stuck up guests!"
Gilbert was babbling about things he had done to piss Austria off in the past. Ludwig listened, nodding from time to time. He had heard the same story maybe a hundred of times already, but he let Gilbert talk with no intention to shut him up. Truth be told, he was less interested in his brother's story than in the movements of his pale lips, curving, pursing and lecherously stretching before his hungry eyes.
It had taken a certain amount of time for Germany to realize that he was attracted to his elder brother. It had taken him twice longer to accept his feelings and shut up the little voice in the back of his head that kept reminding him how wrong incest was. All together, he had needed two years to surrender to his own heart's will.
He was now waiting the perfect occasion to confess his feelings to his unsuspecting airhead of a brother.
And tonight, he told himself as hours and beer mugs passed, seemed to be the occasion he had been waiting for.
It was a Saturday night, time to chill after a hard and long week of work. Ludwig had allowed his brother to take him out for a drink without giving much resistance.
And here they were, a few - maybe ten?- mugs of beer down, much more to go. Ludwig was waiting patiently to see that particular glint in his brother's eyes that would indicate that he was drunk enough to bear a love confession.
He felt a tad like a coward for having thought of such a poor setting for his confession. But Germany knew that, contrary to that Madona singer's song, love was much different than a battlefield! And that, for the simple reason that, while Ludwig never lacked courage when it came to fight, it was a much different story when it came to love business.
-" And that spoiled brat was glaring at me so hard, as if he really thought he could kill me like that! Peeeeh! So lame!"
Germany frowned a little, feeling a small ping of jealousy: Prussia had been talking about Austria for the last ten minutes already! Ludwig didn't want to hear about the guy much longer.
-" Bruder! You talk about Austria all the time!" He couldn't help but cut him in his tale. " It's almost as if you were constantly thinking about him! Do you have a crush on him or something?"
Prussia became red at the cheeks, not embarrassed-red, to Ludwig's relief, but more angry-red.
-" WHAT? The hell, West! How can you say such...such...Lame things? I wouldn't want that four-eyed aristocrat even if he was the last person on Earth!" Gilbert defended himself and it could have been interpreted the wrong way if the disgust in his voice and facial expression had not been so genuine.
Germany laughed and ordered a new serving of beer for the both of them.
-" Sorry, East, I couldn't resist!"
-" You're lame!" Gilbert mock-pouted, he was feeling too joyous to really care, thanks to the alcohol in his blood.
A point had been made though, and there was no more talking about 'pansy aristocrat' for the rest of the evening, something Ludwig was more than grateful for.
They talked about random stuffs instead, from what would be the best way to redecorate the house to what they would do for Christmas, which was in less than three weeks from then.
They had more beer but, even if he was now feeling more than tipsy, Germany was yet to find in him to make a move. He was starting to be ashamed of himself for his blatant cowardice and felt like he needed to do something fast before his resolve crumbled.
Right now wasn't the moment. Gilbert was too busy explaining him how to make the most awesome turkey sauce ever and he wouldn't like to be interrupted.
When he was done, though, Ludwig gave himself a mental kick in the behind and charged.
-" Gilbert, there's something I'd like to tell you" He declared, hoping his eyes looked serious enough even though he was drunk.
-" Okay guys, we're closing now!" The bartender cut in and Germany's shoulders sagged in desperation.
-" That's not awesome at all!" Prussia stated, but he grabbed his coat nonetheless- almost falling from his perch as he did so.
Ludwig sighed heavily and took his own coat after he had taken care of the whole evening's bill.
He had not started to walk toward the exit that Prussia pressed himself against him and clung to his arm like a leech.
-" You're obviously dr-drunk, West, I gotta help you home!" Gilbert was looking at him, seemingly wanting to appear genuinely concerned but his goofy grin ruined his efforts greatly. Germany smiled at that: Gilbert would strangle him if he ever told him, but Ludwig couldn't help finding his older brother cute.
-" Yes, you're right." He replied and allowed his brother to hang on him.
-" 'F course Imrite!" Prussia slurred in his brother's coat' sleeve. "Im awesome!" There was some sort of wet noise, meaning he was now drooling on the hard-to-wash fabric.
The travel back home proved a bit difficult for the pair. It wasn't far and they only had to walk ten minutes to get to the bar, but it was much more difficult to make it back home in the state they were: Prussia's wobbling legs didn't want to let him walk straight and his weird momentum was pushing Germany for one side to the other side of the road constantly.
They were lucky that there was little to no car on the roads at this late hour, otherwise they would never have made it home without accident.
-" Stop zigzagging like that, Wescht!" Gilbert poked him. The albino was now wrapped around his right arm, which was threatening to come lose since he was putting almost his entire weight to it. " You're gonna make me- hiccups- sick!"
-" I'm not! It's you who cannot walk straight anymore!"
-" Blah! Dun be like that!"
Germany had to admit it, though, the state he was in wasn't far from his brother's. The houses in his hemispherical sight were waving a little, and the white line on the road wasn't straight anymore.
They made it home eventually, only God knows how. Germany leaned Prussia against the door and held him there with a shoulder for the time he needed to find his keys.
When, eventually, he found them and looked up, Prussia's facial expression stopped him and he froze.
Gilbert was smiling et him in an almost tender way: His eyes half closed, his expression unmistakably happy. He was looking at Ludwig and seemed elated to be with him at that moment. Only then, Germany's drunken consciousness realized how close their bodies really were.
Next he knew, he was kissing the lights out of his brother without even realizing he had moved at all.
A snicker was all the warning Ludwig got before he was attacked by tongue and teeth, Prussia kissing back eagerly and wrapping his arms around his neck. A flock of butterflies invaded suddenly Germany's insides at the thought his brother loved him back and he pressed their mouths and bodies together more firmly while attempting to open the door at the same time.
The door gave way finally, Ludwig kicked it close behind them with his foot and the pair awkwardly moved backward toward the nearest comfortable surface, namely the couch, and fell on it less than graciously in a tangle of limbs and still connected mouths.
They wrestled a moment, the amount of alcohol in their blood making things both difficult and easy: Difficult because their brains were having a hard time commanding their moves and easy because it made Germany forget to worry about dirty shoes scrapping on his precious couch. They broke the kiss for air after a little while, Prussia had managed to get on top and was now straddling his brother, grinning from ear to ear, and Germany was in heaven.
Prussia wriggled his hips, causing their clothed crotch to rub pleasantly against each other and making Ludwig moan.
-" West, you wicked little demon! You should have told me earlier!"
-" Ah..Sorry..I couldn't find a good occasion" Ludwig smiled up at him, blushing.
-" Well, you get it now! Say it!" Prussia said/commanded, his fingers already moving to unbutton Germany's shirt.
-" I love you" Ludwig declared, his feelings obvious in his blue eyes.
Prussia laughed loudly. " Very funny, West! No, you know that's not what I want to hear! Come on, say it!"
Germany frowned.
-" I'm serious, Gilbert. I love you."
Prussia laughed again but his loud crackles died in his throat when he looked down at his little brother's expression.
Germany didn't look amused at all.
-" West, seriously, you gotta wake up a little! You are confusing love for lust!"
-" I'm not!" Ludwig tried to argue but Gilbert shut him up when he squeezed his half-hard member through his pants.
-" I still wanna fuck, though! My five meters can use a nice ass like your tonight and I'm sure you haven't gotten any for quite a time, am I right? Of course I am!"
The crude statement made Germany go limp right away.
-" Well, I don't want to 'fuck' thank you!" He straightened himself up and pushed Prussia off him. " I am serious about you..and I'm not going to fool around with you as long as you doubt my feelings...Or yours for that matter."
-" Pff lame!" Prussia crossed his arms on his chest.
And so the evening was ruined, for both of them