If you seek Italy, Tonight
"Mein bruder Germany isn't here, ja? Interesting." Prussia wakes up at the unusual hour of 2:35am to find Germany had left a note on his pillow claiming that he was going out, and for him to not harass Italy while he was gone.
Prussia smiled evilly as he leaped out of bed and made his way down the hallway to Germany and Italy's room. Italy was sound asleep, nothing on but his yellow boxers, when Prussia slammed the door behind him after entering the room. Italy hoped up, screaming in a high-pitched screech as he barely saw the figure of the silver-haired Prussian in the dimly lit room.
"P-Prussia! What are you doing here?" he asked nervously.
Prussia did not respond. Instead he stood there, smiling creepily at the vulnerable Italian boy in bed, an eyebrow raising pervertedly as his thirsty eyes scanned over the half-naked Italy.
Quickly, he started to strip off his top, approaching Italy slowly, with lust in his eyes. The Italian sensed the mood almost as good as Japan would, and started to back up in the bed. The Prussia eased his way onto the bed, closing in on Italy until he was right on him, a hand on each side of his hips, and their lips nearly touching. He breathed heavily onto him, out of breathe from arousal, even before anything had even begun.
Italy stared at Prussia, frightened and also breathing heavily, but from fear. The Prussian ran a hand up his stomach to touch his lips gentle, calming them as they quivered on.
Gently, he whispered closely to him, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I won't force anything on you. You're so fragile, and delicate."
Italy stared into his eyes more shocked by what he had just been told. The Prussian continued to hold him closely, not wanting to let this moment end, no matter what.
"I know you love Germany. And I know he loves you too, more than anything... But, I have always loved you from the beginning I just couldn't do anything about it, because I didn't want to hurt my brother." Prussia whispered sweet nothings into Italy's ear, and for some reason, the warmth of his uneven breathes, were something of a turn-on to the Italian.
"R-really..." he asked softly. The Prussian nodded slowly, closing his eyes as his hands road up the sides of his shirt. Italy did not retreat, he had felt a sudden closeness to the brother of his true lover, but to betray him...
But, in that moment, he wanted something, so badly...