The moon is bright, blue and fool tonight. He smiles to himself, violet eyes gleaming underneath his spectacles as he loads his rifle methodically, keeping his eyes locked on the ground. He is about a hundred feet above ground, crouched in the same position for the past three hours waiting for the right moment to strike and when a shadow falls across the village square, his breath hitches as he squeezes his left eye shut, taking aim.
There is a shrill cry as a bullet hits the creature. For a moment, it thrashes around wildly, struggling in pain before its body starts glowing.
He leaps off the tower and lands beside the creature with ease. "Creature," his voice is a low whisper and with a loud bang, the glowing orb of silver light is transformed into a gaunt looking albino, blood dripping from his fangs, crimson eyes ravenous and hungry.
"Fuck you," the albino snarls. "I have a name, witch," it spits at him, which he steps aside to avoid.
"Of course," he nods, pulling his hood back to reveal his face. His skin is like alabaster in the pale moonlight, cheekbones high and his hair is a glossy brown. The dull green circle underneath his left eye flickers to life and the albino roars as he raises his hand.
"Prussia," the creature barely manages to speak before coughing out blood. A blue sapphire on its tongue catches his eye and they glow in recognition. So Prussia is of the same breed as the one I let slip away yesterday, he muses as he looks straight into Prussia's eyes.
He reaches for the albino's jaw and his long, slender fingers close around it effortlessly as Prussia remains immobilised, chained by his power to the ground. He captures his lips in a kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth, touching the tip of his tongue to Prussia's blue sapphire. When he breaks the kiss, Prussia is reduced to a whimpering mess on the ground.
The brunette removes his cloak and throws it to Prussia. "Cover yourself. As my familiar, your nakedness is very unbecoming."
The albino grabs the cloak hastily, cheeks burning, horrified by his sudden submissiveness.
"And one more thing. I don't think we'll want anyone joining us on our little trip, do we?" Austria asks, looking pointedly at the ground. "If you use your tongue, I suppose we'll be off soon enough."
Prussia looks at the ground and is mortified to find that he spilled his seed all over just from Austria kissing him. Hard.
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