I should be working on Baby Boom, I know TT-TT But this is the first decent thing I've written in a while... I promise I haven't forgotten about it!
It hurt.
Callused hands, so well known, traced soft lines down his face. They were dangerously gentle, not at all fitting for a battlefield wrought with corpses of felled comrades and foes alike.
There were no words to describe the piercing pain of that betrayel.
He'd been forced to nothing but his pants, stripped of his clothes, dignity, and emotions all at once. Sweet kisses were pressed to bruises and cuts all down his face and chest. It left red glittering on the other's lips, matching the eyes that looked at him in a seemingly tender way. It felt sickeningly familiar, yet warped.
Lovers, enemies; these words were one and the same now.
Violet eyes returned each stare given them with a hardness that was broken somehow. Like they stayed firm out of habit only. He said nothing as the other bandaged him up, careful to clean and cover every wound as though he wasn't the one who put them there. As if he hadn't laughed as he did so.
Everything was blurred as emotions tangled and emptiness won out over all.
He let the other roam over his chest, neck, arms, making no effort to stop him as he was pushed back. Hands and lips fluttered on heated skin and around bandaged areas as he layed still, staring blankly at the sky. The red eyed man smirked the entire time, knowing that though the battle was over, he was still winning.
Nothing mattered.
Biting softly on what he knew was a sensitive spot, the other grinned wickedly at the involuntary squirm from the one below him. He bit again, licking and sucking anywhere above the waist that would get a response from the violet eyed individual. There was a quiet, almost silent moan, and then the red eyed one stopped, sitting up. He was panting as he layed there, looking at the other, a broken look on his face. The other leaned forward and softly placed a kiss on unresponsive lips before standing. He smiled uncaringly at the man on the ground, then turned on his heel and left him there to stare blankly at the sky, injured and longing, patched up in a mocking way.
And yet it continued to hurt.
GOD Why did I make Prussia be such a douche to Austria?
Because Imma bitch sometimes. =D
This is supposed to be around the war of Austrian Succession, that one part where Prussia was like "TEEHEE. I WIN ZIS BATTLE. I TAKE YOUR VITAL REGIONS NAO."