Title: Just a Stupid Bet! D:
Author: Me
Warnings: none, really. If you're here, then you should be prepared for shounen-ai. OOC-ness, though I tried my hardest to keep them in-character.
Rating: T, for a kiss at the end.

De-anon from the kinkmeme.

Full Request:

So it's common knowledge that Austria sucks at everything that is not a Cultured Gentleman's Pastime, Ever. And that he has no stamina. And that his sports history has always been pitiful. So one day Prussia taunts Austria into a bet using a sports of Austria's choice, thinking that Austria has no sports of choice and thus will never accept.

Forgetting that Austria is the de facto Olympics Champion at Alpine Skiing.

So he's surprised that Austria gracefully accepts his challenge. And guess what Austria picks. Also, Austria ends up just. Wiping. The. Floor. With Prussia.

Pairings not necessary, but if needed, anon is partial to any combination of the Frying Pangle.

Bonus : Switzerland provides sarcastic narration during the skiing contest.
Bonus 2 : The bet on Prussia's side is that if Prussia loses, he has to attend the 18+ hours Nibelungelied opera with Austria and behave all the way. What Austria bets is up to anon.

[EDIT; forgot this important thing.] Disclaimer: APH is not mine.


Part 1

Japan looked at Hungary as she put down the phone.

"Well?"

"They're coming."

Hungary smiled and ticked off another name on her list. This was all going according to plan. She reached for her phone and dialled another number, smiling as the person on the other line answered.

"Yes, Russia, good afternoon!"


Smoke was practically escaping from Japan's head. "Please, Greece-san! Not here!"

But Greece, who was half-sitting on Japan's lap facing him, did not reply. He simply moved closer and blinked, the effects of alcohol starting to seep in. Japan's faced reddened a lot more considerably, and not just from the alcohol or the proximity.

"ANIKIIIII~~~~"

"Waaa! Aru!~"

"You freaking bloke, America, YOU RUINED ME!"

"Veee~ Doitsu, I want more!"

Hungary smiled, smiling as some people brought in more beer. She pushed a wad of money toward the bartenders. "Do not serve soft liquor, do you hear me?"

The head bartender subtly nodded and took the money.

The people were already getting drunk. Hungary was thankful for all the cameras she had positioned in strategic places in the room; she would make a lot of money from all the films she'd be able to create from tonight's event. She smirked, knowing that her costumers would actually be the people who are in the film itself. She looked around, nearly salivating at the sight before her. Oh, it was beautiful.

"Great party," said Taiwan, who was sitting beside her.

"Thanks. But the action hasn't really started yet." With that, she stood up, dark humor glinting from her eyes. She approached Prussia, making sure that Austria was in her line of vision.

Austria blinked as Hungary and Prussia (with noticeable tugging from the former) sat down in front of him. He inclined his head at Hungary and smiled a little.

"Good evening, Hungary. You are quite the host. This is a great party," Austria said.

"Thank you, Austri – "

"Oi, Specs! Why aren't you noticing me?!" Prussia interrupted.

"Why aren't you taking notice of me, Prussia. And I was about to; I just happened to greet Miss Hungary first," Austria corrected stiffly.

Prussia cackled and winked at Hungary. "Anyway, the awesome me is here to settle a score between Miss Hungary, here and me."

Austria narrowed his eyes distrustfully. "And what is this score about?"

"You, actually," Prussia's smirk grew wider as Austria both blushed and narrowed his eyes (even more!) at the same time.

"Actually," Hungary interrupted quickly before the two started bickering. "Actually, it's about the two of you! I really think that you can beat Prussia at something physical! Something that doesn't necessarily involve gentleman-like properties."

Prussia cackled at the innuendo as Austria held his forehead in his palm. "Hungary," he started to beg.

Hungary became significantly redder as she realized what she just said. She started waving frantically."No! It's not what you think it is! I – "

"Sports, specs. She thinks you could beat me in sports. Would you think of that! You little skinny, scrawny, stamina-less pansy, beating the awesomeness that is me? Kesesesese~ Have you ever heard anything so stupid?"

"ARE YOU CALLING ME STUPID?!" Hungary shouted, brandishing her frying pan.

"Wha – OH, NO, HEY HUNGARY! STAY AWAY! WAAA – " thunk.

Austria, now convinced that he was thinking a different thing entirely, shook his head, chuckling to himself and sipped some more of his drink as Hungary chased Prussia and delivered another two bangs. She imperiously pointed back to their table, to which Prussia grouchily returned with a hand to his head and a grimace. Austria ignored Prussia's pained sounds and addressed Hungary.

"I'm afraid that I don't entirely understand what it is you want me to do," he told her.

"A competition!" she proclaimed proudly. Austria blinked.

"Hungary, I know what I can do. I feel utterly no compulsion to compete with… the likes of… that."

"Ohohohoho~" Prussia cut in. "What do I sense? Is Specs… scared of losing to the Awesome Me?"

"What? I did not – "

"Oh, don't worry, it's quite common to lose to me. I'll even go easy on you!"

"I beg your – "

"After all, such a pansy could not even hope to compare to – "

Austria stood and grabbed Prussia's arm. "Now look you here, you imbecile – "

"Not manly enough, eh? You won't stand a chance against me."

Austria narrowed his eyes dangerously at the smirking face looking at his. "What are your conditions?"

Prussia shrugged (or as much of a shrug as he could manage with one of his arms in Austria's hand). "It's simple really. Any sport you choose, since you are the underling – "

"Watch your words."

"And if you win, I owe Hungary a..." Prussia's face twisted. "A day of shopping." He stuck his tongue out at her.

"And," Hungary added. "If you win, Prussia will go with you to the Nibelungeleid opera."

Austria's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

"Yes," Hungary smirked. "The entire thing."

Austria let Prussia's arm go. "And he will behave the entire time?" He shot Prussia a disbelieving look.

"Yes – " Hungary started.

"Now don't get your hopes up, Specs." Prussia again interrupted, smirking (again). "I ain't losing to the likes of you, so that ain't gonna happen."

"It will be very satisfying to wipe that smirk of your face, Prussia." Austria intoned darkly. Prussia's smirk grew wider.

"So!" Hungary said. "Do you accept, Austria?"

"… What happens if I lose?" asks Austria.

"You get to be my maid for a week," Prussia said casually, slinging an arm around Austria's shoulders and winking at him.

"What? Again? Wasn't it enough the last time around?" Austria demanded, trying to shrug out of Prussia's territorial grasp, and failing.

"Oh, I don't know, priss! It certainly was fun last time; don't you want to repeat it?"

"Dream on!"

"Or maybe we could modify it a bit… make you a nurse instead."

"Prussia!"

"Yeah, in the absolutely possible event that I win, I'll need to get myself someone who can relieve me of my…" Prussia leaned closer to the other's ear and whispered sensually. "Pain and… weariness."

Austria turned bright read again. "What is it, exactly, that you two think of me as?!" He demanded as Hungary seemed in danger of a nosebleed.

Prussia let out his signature laugh, Austria pushed himself free, and Hungary quickly blew her nose into a handkerchief.

"I accept!"

Prussia's laugh stopped abruptly and his eyes grew wide. "You accept?" he gasped.

It was now Austria's turn to smirk. "I challenge you to a round of Alpine skiing."


A/N: Yeah, since this is a de-anon, it's actually complete. There are five parts; I'll just stagger my updates - once a week should be fine. Also, this is the first fic I've written for Hetalia, so please tell me what you think of it, and possibly crtique it if you may. I wish to be able to write better. Reviews will be received with much love!