Disclaimer: This is a fanfic, Fan+fiction=not mine. If you get the math then please continue.
Warning: Swearing, violence and some OC characters and France…
The wheel rolls…
"Prusiaaaaa!"
A deep and loud voice echoed through their home. At the basement, a white haired man is sleeping or should we say, was sleeping, because the outcry made him fell from the bed thus ending his dreams.
"What the fucking hell?" Prussia muttered as he heard heavy footsteps at the stairs. He doesn't need to know who, is the bastard that woke him up, just as he was taking Austria's vital region bringing glory to the most awesome country that ever lived. Prussia threaded his hand through his white hair. 'Whatever it was I didn't do it, so why the hell does West have to act this prissy. Gott, I swear that sissy aristocrat is getting to him'
Just as that moment, a very, very mad Germany barged in his door. Prussia couldn't help but feel pity to whoever is the bastard that pissed off his little brother. But still that didn't stop him to roughen up his brother a bit because he's that awesome and he can.
Deciding that the floor was comfortable enough, Prussia decided not to stand up. "You do not have to shout like that, West. I swear that aristocrat is rubbing off of you. You're becoming just as overdramatic as he is" he let out a chuckle.
Germany, realizing that his brother has made a point, (which is rare, normally his brother would just laugh at his face) straightened himself. But he was still glaring at the Prussian, something the said Prussian found really amusing.
"Now why are you glaring at the awesome me like that? I swear whatever Hungary said, it wasn't me." He deadpanned at his brother.
"No, and why would Hungary frame you for something? Did you try to invade Austria's vital regions again?" Germany raised an eyebrow at the Prussian.
"Because she's a conniving, lying bitch that is out to get me because she feels insecure because I so pawned his so called husband's vital regions, that part, West, being in the past tense." Gilbert's eyes darkened at the mention of Hungary, remembering the large bump on the head he got last week. He could have sworn he had disposed of all of Hungary's frying pans. Somehow the shedemon had managed to hide one, much to Gilbert's chagrin.
"Whatever squabbles you two have, it doesn't concern me." Germany ignored the fake hurt look on his older brother's face. "However, do you know what this is?" with that Ludwig pulled out a bottle of beer which made Gilbert smile that is until he realized it was empty.
Gilbert's hand shot forward, grabbing the empty bottle. He sniffed it and frowned. "A Sticke alt, according to the smell. I could still smell that nutty-malty sweetness, of course the bitterness is still there. "Hey Lud, why didn't you invited me when you drank this one. Gilbert looked up to his brother.
"That's because I didn't drink it. I never got the chance to…" Gilbert could practically feel the malice rolling of his brother, in multitudes. Whoever is the poor, unfortunate soul that preyed on his bruder's beer is going to one fucked up and wrecked individual, if Luddy could get his hands around the person's neck or any part of their bodies for that matter. Germans are touchy about their liquor, just as they are touchy about wurst but that is different issue.
"Sooo, why are you shouting and whining like that sissy Austrian again? Shouldn't you be somewhere, strangling some soon-to-be mutilated dude, leaving the great me to my peaceful and awesome nap" Prussia raised an eyebrow at the younger country.
"I'm working on it…" Germany pulled out a rose. He looked disgusted by it and quickly threw it on the floor. Prussia just stared at it.
"Do you know who…" Germany cringed in repulsion "…that belongs to?" Prussia just hummed as he scrutinized the item.
It was simple red rose. But somehow Prussia couldn't shake off the feeling that this thing was trouble. As he continued to examine it a tiny piece of paper fell from its petals. It was crumpled so that it melded perfectly with the flower's petals. Clearly Germany didn't want to touch the flower, for reasons Prussia is almost afraid to know.
Prussia set the flower aside, taking the paper into his hands. The writing in the paper was curly and wiggly, something Prussia had doubted Germany could decipher. He read the note aloud, but he somehow can't help but be unnerved by the foreboding feeling that crept into him.
'PROPERTY OF FRANCE'
If found, please return immediately.
That is unless you stole it because you were captivated by my 'Eiffel Tower' *winks*
But please, return it to France-nii as soon as possible~ I can't spread my L'amour without it~(because Switzerland will shoot me again if I did go out without it)
Lots of kisses~
France
A menacing aura loomed around Germany. Prussia gulped. Now memories of what happened last Thursday came back to him, hitting him like it was a sledge hammer.
Flashback~
France poured himself another glass. "So your frère isn't here… Such a shame…"
"If Lud is here, you wouldn't be able leave here without a couple of cuts or bruises, Franny" Prussia raised his glass.
"Si, let's drink to that and enjoy amigos, after all, it is Gilbert's treat" Spain sent Prussia his ever-so-sunny smile.
Prussia just smirked."Kesesesese, Yes, I'm that awesome. West's newly enforced locks are no match to my awesomeness" Prussia eyed the piles of locks and chains that his foolish little brother had put to keep others (him, most probably)away from his liquor storage. "Bad news for Luddy is that the awesome me has learned how to awesomely pick locks"(from France, He's an expert at it)
"Hmmm, did young Germany have a date with Italia?"France said tipping the glass to his lips, draining the liquid away.
"Nein, he had some business to deal with Switzerland, he went there with the aristocrat" Prussia replied as the opened another bottle, adding to the pile of bottles they had drank.
"So, mon cher Austria's not here as well…" disappointment lacing France's slightly drunken slurred words.
"Kesesese, if that sissy aristocrat was here, we wouldn't be able to sneak in." Prussia continued downing the beer.
Spain sniffed the liquor and quirked an eyebrow at the German "Gilbert, do you know what type of beer is this?" He raised his glass and looked at it through the light. It's dark-copper color glistening in the light. "I have never tasted it before"
Prussia just scoffed. "No really. It must be damn expensive and important since West took the time to prepare those security measures, though…"Prussia smirked. "… I say he just wasted his time. Nothing could keep the awesome me away from good beer."
Prussia grinned. "And besides, Luddy had to be punished. After all he didn't tell me he had new stocks of beer here, tsk,tsk,tsk… Bad West…" The trio continued they're merry-making and downing every bottle of the mysterious beer that Germany had…
End of flashback…
An ominous aura surrounded the room, Prussia felt the hair on his nape rising. He fearfully glanced up to his brother.
"Now West, I can explain…" Prussia gulped when he looked at his brother's face. He thought he saw a glance of NaziGermany somewhere in those blue eyes. If there is one thing that can get Prussia running for his awesome life it would be NaziGermany. Sure he had raised him but even Prussia isn't that cruel to see training as some twisted form of punishment. Prussia will be lucky enough to get through this with just five hundred push-ups or a thousand laps on the training grounds. But Prussia doubted Germany would be that merciful. Prussia braced himself to be retrained to death, ah, such an awful way to die…
Ludwig didn't utter a single word. Instead he grabbed his bruder and dragged him upstairs. Of course that didn't mean that he did 'intentionally' make Prussia bump into the walls, some very bulky and hard furniture and none too gently dragged him though the floor, hard enough to leave some bruises and small cuts. Ludwig can be really scary when it comes to his beer. It is something Gilbert Beilschmidt had to learn the hard way…
Before Gilbert even knew what was happening he was thrown out of the door with a seething Germany in front of him.
"What the fuck is that?" Prussia said, glaring at his younger brother.
"Punishment" Germany replied, voice cold and unfeeling. That caused Prussia to cringed a little because this was just like how NaziGermany 's voice sound like. Which means he really did piss off his younger brother, big time. But how was it Prussia's fault? It wasn't like he knew what the 'mysterious beer' was or how much important it is. But Prussia should also have realized that if Germany made efforts to hide it away from him, it must be goddamn important… or very rare.
"You are not to enter nor come back here, that is until you say you are sorry" Germany halted when he saw the smirk his brother had. " but you'll have to really sorry" Germany glared at the white-haired man. "And no faking it too, I know you far too well, bruder…" Now it was Germany's turn to smirk as the Prussian frowned. If there is someone Prussia can't fool it is Germany. Switzerland is also one of those people but that is just because the Swiss would just shoot the Prussian even before he uttered a single word… Not that, he also doesn't do that to France but that is different…
"C'mon, West! This is so not awesome, being thrown out of the house. What am I? Eighteen?" Prussia whined though not really whined because he's far too awesome for that.
"No, you're not. You sure do not act like one really." If Prussia isn't the awesome person that he is he would have melted due to the heated glare his younger brother sent him. Though he didn't know how the fuck did Ludwig make it seem as heated as hell but at the same time, make it as cold as North Pole. Gilbert didn't know if he should be proud that he raised Ludwig like this, clearly Ludwig could send any grown man running home to their mommies. But the same time he was scared, Prussia usually doesn't realize whenever he is being a little bit overkill. Well, now that he think and reflect on it. HE TOTALLY DID GO OVERBOARD ON RAISING GERMANY. The German is far too uptight. Prussia sort of hopes Germany doesn't choke on his uptightness…
Prussia shouted "But West, I am sorry!"
"You'll have to learn your lesson…" Germany's glare softened but his voice was firm. It was clear that a certain white-haired Prussian will be kick out of the house, whether he liked it or not.
And with that the German closed his door leaving the Prussian outside. Prussia glared at the door.
"Stupid west." Gilbert grumbled as he walked away from the house. It wasn't like he had never been forcefully thrown out of his own house before. 'I'll not beg to him to let me in.' Prussia smirked.
'He'll beg me to come back… Because I'm that awesome' he thought as he walks away, smirk on his face.
Even though Gilbert knows his younger brother will be at his feet, begging for him to come back in just a few days, he is still of in need of a place to crash in for a while. Luckily he had Spain because he definitely didn't want to go to France's house. Don't get Gilbert wrong, it is just that he opted to stay with the man that wouldn't try to grope, jump or rape him every chance he got. And with that Gilbert set forth to Antonio's house.
Antonio's House~
"What the fuck?" Gilbert shouted as he read a note posted at the Antonio's door. Apparently tiny papers with notes in them are starting to be trouble for the Prussian. He sort of wonders whatever did he did to make the creator of post-its piss off at him. He reread the post-it, resisting the urge to rip it to tiny pieces:
"Gone to harvest tomatoes, will be back next week."
Spain
Gilbert grumbled."Schiesse, that tomato-loving dummkopf" He crumpled the paper into a circle the he kicked it as far as he can. He walked to Francis' house seeing that he had no other choice. It's either him or the sissy Austrian… And Gilbert so doesn't want to see Hungary right now, seeing she apparently lived with the aristocrat, even though their marriage was broken some time ago.
"Verdammt!" Gilbert cursed as he walks to a certain perverted Frenchman's house, hoping that he doesn't walk in Francis fucking somebody… Last time he did he was forcefully persuaded to join them, one of Francis' kinks… though Gilbert managed to jump outside a window. He was lucky he had escaped without being raped… Gilbert just hoped he is still us lucky as before.
Francis' house~
When Gilbert arrived at Francis', he was unnerved by the unusual quietness surrounding France's mansion. Was France here or did he leave to hit on ladies around town… or was he at Canada's place. The Frenchman has been spending a lot of time at the Canadian's place. But all those assumptions were erased when Gilbert heard a scream… to be exact it was loud guttural moan.
Something tells Gilbert that the gods are mad at him for drinking Ludwig's beer. And had cursed him with incredibly bad timing… 'Just walk away… remember what happened last time.' Prussia shuddered. France might be his bestfriend but Gott, the man had some serious kink issues. Those chains and the overload of leather still fresh on Gilbert's mind. No, this is much worst compare to what Ludwig will do to him.
"Ah~ Gil…nice to see you~" Prussia stiffened and begrudgingly looked behind him. France leaning on the window with nothing but his birthday suit on. Prussia's danger senses were tingling…and that hasn't happen for like a very long time.
Prussia scratched his head and grimaced at the Frenchman. It is still daylight and the country of love is at his usual daily routine…albeit he is quite early today.
"Hi, Franny…" Prussia looked over inside the barely open window. He could just barely make out the figure of a girl…wait…two girls in there! France is having a threesome. Gods must really spite Prussia. Even though he will never decline what France might offer to him but this was different! He is on big shit and couldn't afford to have a threesome without securing a decent bed to sleep for tonight. Not to mention for a few days or so….beside the fact he doesn't want to be molested by the French nation and all.
"Why don't you come in for a while~" France winked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Prussia cringed. He so doesn't want to go anywhere near a lust-charged France. Not that the Frenchman isn't always charged with lust…
"Erm, no thanks, Franny. Umm,umm…West must be looking for me" Prussia lied right through the gutter, thinking of an alibi to leave the premises of the man's house.
France pouted. "Oh, come now, Mon cher. Can't little Ludwig be without you for some time?"
Prussia was already backing away towards the gate. When he reached the gate he hurriedly opened it and let himself out. "Sorry, France. Maybe next time…"Prussia shouted as he walked away from the gate.
"Schiesse. Stupid west, stupid beer. Idiot Spain…verdammt France" Prussia cursed…for like the 30th time. Prussia wandered. The sun had almost set and he didn't know where he was. Not that he cared.
Prussia wandered, not really knowing where he is going. He stared at the gloomy sky. It looks like it will rain soon. He continued walking while staring at the clouds…
That is until…
Thump!
"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going, you git!"
…he heard a familiar voice.
Prussia looked down, staring at the man(he's guessing it was a man due to the colorful vocabulary he had) unintentionally knocked down.
He knew that he knows this unruly sand-color hair, the petite body-build, the emerald-colored eyes…
He knew it from a very long time ago, he just couldn't put his head into it…
That is until his eyes drifted to the man's distinctively massive eyebrows…
"E-england?"Prussia stuttered as he offered a hand to the man. To Prussia's amusement, he saw the man's green eyes widen and look at him. Prussia could clearly see his reflection in those green orbs…
'Hey, I look awesome don't I?' he said to his self but that isn't the point.
The point is that the man's face converted from the irritated look he previously had to a softer look, a look of melancholy washed through the man's face. His voice thoughtful as he stared right through the peculiar red irises.
"Prussia…"
Right…time just stopped right there. This has been stuck in my–to-do list for quite a while… I love this couple(can't stop squealing). Hah~ I am so bloody happy to get this out…though those plot bunnies are getting bigger and bigger. I literally have no space in my head right now… so I decided to spread some of the PrUk out… took 2 months to get my procrastinating lazy arse to complete this…
To those that read The witch and the vampire, don't worry this is… something I had been itching to do for quite a while.(along with the RuUk) It will not get in the way of my updates and upcoming stories, that is, I hope so…
Please review and prevent me from procrastinating again~ Seriously review, that is if you want the next one to be sooner and all~