Austria was a very calm country. In general, he could pride himself on two things, his neatness, and his easygoing nature. In fact, he was so easygoing that he could barely fight a war, preferring instead to marry himself to any available country and hope that they would protect him. Usually he was weak and quiet and kind of a pushover, but not today. Today he was unstoppable.
He stood with his antique vase held above his head, ready to be thrown, with his chest out and breath heaving, and marveled that there was any one who could make him this angry, in the split second before he threw the vase with all of his rage at said person. He missed, of course, and his 2000 year old vase lay shattered on the floor.
Said person was backed up against his wall, red eyes wide and body shuddering.
"I'm sorry!" he half yelled as he tried to stumble backwards, but the wall kept him trapped. Austria just strode towards him, eyes ablaze, in silence. Within a few seconds, he was before the ensnared Prussian. Staring at the scared face in front of him made him feel tall, taller than he ever felt.
"I'm sorry" he wailed again, eyes darting back and forth, but finding no way to escape. Austria smirked down at him, and Prussia just sunk down to his knees, curling himself inwards, as the cocky man seemed to deflate.
"You've never been this mad before," he whined. Austria narrowed his eyes, before deigning to answer.
"Well I am now."
"Please don't kill me!"
"Hm. And why shouldn't I?"
"I'll- I'll do anything!"
"Hold your hands out."
"What?!"
"Hands out. Or do you want to sleep on the couch for the next month?"
"Fine, fine!"
Clink.
"What?! Unhandcuff me now! You crazy little music weirdo!"
"You're over reacting, I think." Austria leaned closer towards the terrified German and tugged on his handcuffs, pulling him up so that they were face to face. "And I dare say you'll make some pretty fine music tonight."
"Oh" Was all the Prussian was able to spit out before he was half dragged, half carried to their bedroom.
The next morning, Prussia awoke to bright sunlight streaming in his face. He rolled over to move his head out of its blinding rays, and groaned with pain. Peeking over, he saw Austria's face, eyes already open and half lidded with amusement.
"Hurts, doesn't it?"
"Bottoming is totally unawesome."
"Hm. I think I'd like to top more often."
"How about no?"
"Well, we'll see."
Prussia just rolled over to ignore the pain in the ass smirking next to him, and feeling another wave of pain roll through his back.
"And Prussia…?"
"What?!"
"Never, ever, make fun of my vital regions again. Ever."