Do not own Hetalia! Enjoy.
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The first time they play the Game (and, thereby create it) is the first time they do anything of the sort. She had just been sweeping Austria's (excessively large) house, when he dropped by, per his usual method of windows.
She had done the same thing she did every time- sent her broom towards the general direction of his smug face. And then things went a little...different from the norm. Instead of rolling on the ground and howling with pain, he caught the broom. Caught it. She stares at his gloved hand, gripping the broom, before moving her eyes up to his face.
And her mind promptly explodes.
Instead of her smug, self-centered (best) friend, the man standing before her is dark, domineering, and, dare she say, sexy.
His eyes are troubled (the small part of her brain still functioning tells her she's never seen him like this before), and Hungary gulps. Did she mention he is oh-so-sexy at the moment?
And when he pushes her against the wall and starts forcibly pressing his lips on hers, she is stunned. It feels absolutely amazing, but oh god what is Prussia doing? But her body moves against her will, and she returns the kiss, only with more vigor. It turns into a battle of dominance, both sides too stubborn to back down.
She doesn't notice he's picked her up until she notices that everything's considerably shakier, and she then realizes that they are headed to her bedroom.
She doesn't really mind, because the sensations she's feeling are addictive (like drugs, only sweeter and with possibly larger repercussions), and she wants more.
But first.
She pulls away from him, and plants her index finger gently on his lips. "Don't fall for me, okay?" It is meant to be teasing, but the Rule has been set. The Game is in motion.
He smirks down at her while kicking open the door to her room. "Of course I wouldn't," he whispers, hot breath ghosting her ear.
She'd never fall for an arrogant, vain simpleton like him.
He'd never fall for a violent, unladylike woman like her.
After all, they had the Rule, right?
(Rules were meant to be broken.)
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They play this Game over and over, one seeking the other during times when they just can't help it and they need someone so much. Someone to spend the night with, to release stress and emotions.
And the Rule is the wall between them, blocking their emotions from truly reaching them.
He realizes he has broken the Rule when he finds himself worrying for her during World War II.
She realizes she has broken the Rule when she finds herself despairing over his abolishment as a country.
They both keep it in, hoping the other might never find out, because they fear that the Game will end, and they will be abandoned, left in solitude.
Love is such a tricky business.
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All right, let me explain. I wondered, what if Prussia and Hungary (who, by the way, are the 'he' and 'she' if you haven't figured it out) were trapped inside some sort of complicated (or not so, because I am not advanced enough to think up a tricky, huge-ass mind game) game? So I wrote this. Because I like screwing with people's minds (mind games).
The Game is where they have sex, and the Rule is that there must be no strings attached. And about the whole 'first time they'd done anything of the sort'? That means they're virgins (or, rather, were virgins).
I feel like a perv writing this (sex and virgins and whatnot), but then again.
I am a perv, and the France of my RP group.