Title: Poison
Author: sithmarauder
Pairing(s): Prussia/Austria
Disclaimer: Hetalia and all affiliated characters do not (and will never) belong to me.
So I looked on the calendar this morning and realized: holy shit, my birthday is on the 31st. And it's the 29th. Insert panic here, since I promised myself I'd have a one-shot I've been working on finished by then, and I am NOT DONE, OH GOD. Review? (:
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It always amuses him – amuses him how people always underestimate Austria: underestimate his strength, underestimate his cunning, underestimate the sheer amount of influence the man wields. Austria isn't strong – not physically, no. But who needs strength when one has cunning?
Prussia knows that Austria has him wrapped around every one of his slender fingers, every word he speaks like venom running through Prussia's veins, igniting his senses and making him want.
He never wants to break free from this. He never wants the feel of Austria's skin on his to end, never wants to forget the delicious friction. He wants Austria. Wants him so bad that he can barely take it. Austria's poisoned him, he knows – poisoned his very being, his very spirit, and he wants.
It's just like him then, isn't it, to want something he can never truly have?