Here's the second part.
Prussia is roleplayed by me, and Germany is roleplayed by some stranger on the Internet from one of Yaoi RP Forum sites.
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, THE CHARACTERS,AND THE POSTS MADE BY 'GERMANY' I ONLY OWN MY OWN POSTS!
WARNING THIS WILL CONTAIN YAOI, INCEST, A BIT OF FOREPLAY , PROFANITY, SEXUAL CONTANT, WITH A DOSE OF MILD DEPRESSION, A NEKO, AND A CONTROL FREAK, AND SCANDULOUS BITCHES...I was just kidding about the scandulos part :)
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Prussia- The Prussian took a breath, "I had a dream about you..." Oh, so he thought, "...that you touched me, n-not inappropriately! I don't think so..." he blurted out defensively, he couldn't keep himself from blushing. He could perfectly remember those strong hands that eased down his back then carelessly over his legs. Gil shuddered slightly at the mere thought.
Prussia was unsure on how to describe his dream. His eyes avoided Ludwig's. It was personal, and Ludwig probably didn't even want to hear more. But Prussia just needed to tell him, and no one else.
"It felt real. If I wanted to I probably could of touched you," But the hand that once touched him pulled away, and never returned, "It's been awhile since I had a good sleep." he shook his head lightly at the mess he had got himself into.
He was too self-conscious and anxious to face his brother. For once his opinion mattered. Being the type of person Gilbert was, he managed to crack a smile for a split second, knowing how perverted his brother was.
Germany- Germany directed his gaze to the table, fighting down the perverted fantasies that were reawakened at Prussia's words. Porcelain skin, paler than the albino's snowy locks; a fear to touch, as though his brother might shatter under his fingertips. Beauty and fragility, wrapped around an inner strength that could not be broken. A desire to hold, to protect, and yet to conquer. A necessity to take control of the elder yet weaker nation, to prove his strength. A longing to shelter him from those he feared, to pummel Britain and Russia and all who dared harm his brother into the dust until they had no hope of rising to their former glory. A need to touch, to assert his claim over the unique creature lying peacefully at his mercy. To have and to hold, for all eternity, himself and his brother with none to tear them apart.
But these thoughts were nothing Germany could share with his brother. Gilbert would never understand. Ludwig himself could not fully explain himself, and the last thing he needed was the loud mouthed, sarcastic Prussian to spread the word of his dark secret to the other nations.
"I... you seemed to be having trouble sleeping. I merely assisted you in calming your mind," Germany said gruffly, spreading out his newspaper again to hide his pained grimace at the awkward situation he had landed himself in. His face darkened beet red at his pitiful excuse and he raised the paper to block Gilbert from his view.
Zhose ears, he looks so cute vhith zhem! No! I am not associating zhat vhord vhith Prussia! He is a nuisance, and zhose extra appendages are merely a distraction. Zhey are unnatural and must be dealt vhith at once. Of course, if zhey could look natural on a human, he does pass them off quite vhell...
Germany growled and clenched the newspaper in his fists, his eyes squeezed shut against the mental image of Gilbert lying expectantly before him, his military coat his only covering - a soldier must keep up appearances after all, and the uniform only enhanced his pale, flawless beauty - No! He was not thinking about his brother in this manner! Gilbert's tail resting teasingly between his legs, enticing him to explore further -
"I - I must be off," Germany flustered, rubbing his forehead as though to block the steady reel of images bombarding his mind. "I have - I have a meeting! Ja! I intend to speak vhith Britain about zhis... unusual situation."
He leaped to his feet, determined to be on his way before his control slipped further. Recalling one of Gilbert's former statements that had flown over his head he grabbed a plate and scooped several sausages and a roll onto it, shoving it into the Prussian's hands.
"I do not care if you zhink you are a cat or if you have zhe vhorst migraine in history. I vhill not allow you to starve yourself vhile you are remaining in zhis house. Eat zhe sausages at least; I expect you to have something other zhan milk."
Inside he was beginning to feel a tad worried about his brother. It was not like Gilbert to skip breakfast - or any meal for that matter. Feline instincts or no, a glass of milk was hardly a suitable filler. Ludwig wondered if Prussia might be feeling worse than he let on. Being altered into a neko could hardly be a convenient process, and Germany hoped there were no health threatening after effects that would show themselves later on.
Prussia- Prussia on the other hand, wanted to snatch the newspaper that purposely hid Ludwig's face. Who was he kidding? Of course the well mannered German would not talk to him about such things. It was still odd of him to abruptly leave with an excuse. "I... you seemed to be having trouble sleeping. I merely assisted you in calming your mind." What did that mean? What was he inferring? Nightly encounters?
"You were in my room..." he muttered to himself. How could he be obvious about his altered appearance and a nighty visit from his brother? It was all too good to be true. It had to be. A well mannered German would never do such things.
After minutes of watching his tongue-tied brother, he decided to drop the topic , for now ,as he took the plate into his hands, "A meeting with Arthur, huh?" The one who had caged him physically and mentally. The whole 'cat thing' didn't bother him much, but it seemed to bother his brother a lot, the tail, the ears, the milk, and the purrs.
Gilbert wanted to tag along, "I want to go, too!" he inquired childishly as he interrupted whatever else Germany had to say, "Psh, I'm the oldest. I don't even know why I bothered to ask." With one of his high pitched laughs, he walked right passed Ludwig, leaving the plate on the counter, and took the half empty container of milk with him.
Germany- Germany's eyes widened in horror. Oh, no, his brother was most certainly not tagging along. He was having a difficult time controlling himself as it was without Prussia following him everywhere. Besides, if Britain was going to earn a broken nose for this whole affair Germany intended to deliver it himself, and with absolutely no interference.
"Zhe meeting is private," he ordered in a clipped tone, swiping the milk from Prussia's hand and exchanging it with the plate. Gilbert's sheer audacity was beginning to get on his nerves. "Stay here and keep out of trouble. I vhill return later."
He stalked off, leaving a miffed and ornery Prussia in his wake, and swung the door open harder than usual. In a split second he wished he had left it bolted.
"Germany!" came the cheery, enthusiastic greeting as Italy bounded inside. "I am so happy to see you! I was waiting for you to open the door, you know, and I was hoping we could - "
He stopped short as he caught sight of Prussia, and Germany winced. "Italy..."
"Oh, is Prussia going to a costume party?" Italy cried out gleefully, running forward despite Germany's protests. "They are so cute, those pretty ears and the tail! You look just like a kitty-cat! Can I try them on?" He grabbed Prussia's ears in both hands, trying to pull off what he believed to be a decorative head band.
"ITALY!" Germany bellowed, dragging the smaller nation away. It was too late to prevent impending disaster, however.
"AAAH!" Italy screamed, his expression one of tragic horror as he saw the small clumps of fur he had accidentally pulled from Prussia's ears. "I'm so sorry, Prussia, I didn't know they were attached to you! Aah! They're growing out of your head! Germany! Germany! Prussia has - "
"I know!" Germany shouted above the din. "Italy, shut up already!"
"But he's a cat," Italy wailed, his expression a weird combination of curiosity, terror, and remorse at having hurt Prussia.
"I know he is a cat!" Germany said brusquely, folding his arms and mentally pleading for the noise to stop. "Italy! You vhill not speak of zhis to any of zhe other nations. In fact, you vhill not speak of it at all. If you vhish to stay here you may, but you must not bother Prussia. I vhill be speaking to Britain about zhe problem."
"Oh, so he is really a neko?" Italy perked up, his tears vanishing abruptly as always. "I have always wanted to see a real neko! Can I stay here and watch him, Germany?"
Zhis is really getting to be too much, Germany gritted his teeth, rubbing his temples in agitation. "Prussia, look after Italy and see to it he stays out of trouble. Italy, do not let the dogs in or I vhill lock you in zhe kennels when I return. Not one vhord of zhis leaves zhis house. I vhill be back in a few hours."
He really did not want to leave Italy to his own devices, but he needed an excuse to keep Prussia at home. Germany did not want the news of his brother's transformation to be public news yet, especially if Britain knew of a counter curse. Besides, if Italy remained here he would be less likely to blab the news to the other nations... so Germany hoped.
"Okay, then," Italy waved brightly, beaming at the prospect of spending the day with Germany's older brother. "Prussia, I am so excited to see you! We can make Germany posters, and I can make pasta and have dinner ready when Germany comes home, and I will learn everything there is to be a neko! You can teach me!"
Germany shot Prussia a sympathetic look, shrugging into his coat and hat and hoping his brother would do as he was told and stay out of the way for a few hours. He felt mean to be landing him with the hyperactive Italy for the day, but there was little choice in the matter. Hurriedly he stepped out the door, locking it behind him and striding away.
He knew Prussia would hate him for leaving him behind like this, but there was far more to his reasoning that he had left unsaid. Prussia was a weaker nation despite his boasts, and Germany did not want to think of what would happen should Russia or a stronger country find a sudden interest in his unique traits. If something were to go wrong when he was not around...
Nein! He would not allow that to happen. Gilbert trusted him with his life, even if he never would admit it openly, and Germany would not betray that trust. He had protected his brother thus far, and would continue to do so as long as there was strength left in his body.
He just hoped Prussia would forgive him for abandoning him in so crucial a time as he appeared to be facing now.
Prussia- Rolling his eyes, the Prussian once against placed the plate back on the counter. He held his tongue, trying not claw another piece of furniture, "Private my ass..." Prussia muttered with a hiss and a slight lash of his tail. He was sick of always being bossed around by his younger brother. However, Gilbert did what he was told, concluding how old he was getting and how he was unable to keep up. Truth was, Germany was just as stubborn as the almighty 'awesome' Prussia himself. Prussia had his ways of dealing with the larger nation.
"Whatever," Prussia commented with a lack of interests in whatever else Germany had to say. It was no different from his previous orders. He was still frustrated at what was happening to him and around him. Too much for the lazy Prussian to keep up with.
Sleep was the first thing Gilbert wanted to do after his brother left, but of course the oblivious, fun-loving Italian was going to ruin his alone time. He groaned a bit after hearing Italy's simple, yet annoying comments filled with joy, "Oh, Old Fritz..." he tried to slide out of the picture without being noticed, but of course the nosey Italian spotted him.
The Prussian was dazed after being asked numerous of questions by a very dramatic Italy. It was as if one of those school girls was trying to chat with him. Then Germany in the background yelling wasn't helping at all nor the clumps of fur that was roughly pulled from his ears.
"Ow, Goddamn it! What the hell is wrong with you?" he tapped his foot against the floor to keep himself from socketing someone in the face as his hands held the now tender , and hurt ears. Of course his pain was drowned out by Italy's loud whining and Ludwig's overly assertive nature.
Out of all of that nonsense, he heard his day was going to be shared with Italy. He could not believe it for once. The dogs were enough to watch. Prussia felt like putting Italy in one of the kennels now, talking about making dinner for Germany and all of that other nonsense.
"Teach you how to be a cat, huh?" he recited once he regained his composure. A witty remark was at the tip of his tongue, but Prussia wasn't too keen on expressing his personal affairs with Italy. Like German said, he didn't want any of this funny business leaving his territory, "I'm going to go take a nap." he went into the living room then plopped down on the sofa.
Germany- "Okey-day!" Italy waved brightly, heading towards the kitchen. "I will make-a pasta while you are napping! Oh, are you leaving these lovely sausages behind? I know Germany likes them. I know, I can use them in a pasta for lunch! I think you will like it," he added in a sing song tone.
Just as his voice seemed to fade into oblivion Italy popped up beside Prussia, kneeling by the couch as he questioned in a loud voice, "Prussia, when you are finished napping, do you want to help me with the pasta? I normally don't ask Germany to, but I so rarely see you and I want to make sure we have lots-a fun together! And when we are finished, we could..."
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(Two hours later)
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Germany brushed past the startled officers minding the diplomatic affairs, ignoring a few who called after him that a prearranged appointment was necessary to meet the spokesperson of Britain. Barging through the double doors Ludwig's gaze swept across the room, coming to rest with a glower on Arthur.
"Tell zhe others to leave zhe room," he ordered, his manner calm and orderly though all he wanted to do was strangle the man who dared harm his brother.
He waited until the doors were closed behind him before slamming his palms down on Britain's desk, meeting the blonde's eyes with a fiery gaze as he demanded, "Vhat did you do to mein bruder?"
Prussia- Because the two rarely hung around each other, he kept a close eye on the hyperactive Italian, that Ludwig seemed to constantly complain about. So far, Prussia didn't see much of a problem. Sure he was loud, but not rude, just generally happy about everything. Was that a bad thing?
"Sure, we can actually get started on it now. If you want?" If he went to sleep now, he most likely wasn't going to wake up, "...I'll be back." he muttered as he stood up, then headed upstairs to his room. Pants was a must for guests. Gilbert returned shortly barefooted, and wearing the rest of his uniform with his tail swishing through a makeshift hole as he went into the kitchen, "Alright, let's get started."
Gilbert didn't see much of the problem with Italy. He just wanted to hang around everybody.
Britain wasn't too surprised to see an angry German forcing his way into his, now emptied office, "I really don't know. It's difficult to explain." Arthur no longer had a reason to be scared of Germany, he figured Prussia would send his younger brother anyway.
Though he jumped slightly at the larger hands that slammed against his desk, "Well Germany, you can't fight for a country that no longer exist. I'm sorry, you're just going to have to wait in line like every other normal person." Arthur stared back at Ludwig. He didn't like stating the obvious or even conversations about the darken history of countries, definitely not Germany's history.
Germany- Germany flinched, the barb hitting home and breaking through his typical stoic outlook. His fingers clenched instinctively on the desk and he strove to remain calm. It was true; Prussia was no longer a nation of his own, but that only made him all the more vulnerable in Germany's eyes. No one, let alone his brother, deserved to be brushed aside merely because their nation no longer existed.
"I am not here because of a nation," he said raggedly, attempting to rein in his temper. "I am here for mein brudder alone. I vhant to know vhat curse you have put over him, and a vhant you to remove it now."
Ludwig did not intend to take no for an answer. Arthur had taken things too far with his black magic attempts, and for him to practice on Gilbert - who was hardly capable of fighting back any longer - was in his eyes a trick lower than a dog's. Had not Prussia suffered enough, first being forcibly handed over to Russia and later condemned to his very nation being taken from him?
And zhey claim vhe are zhe cruel dictators, Germany sneered in disgust.
...
When Prussia returned Italy was already pouring the pasta noodles he had brought into a pan, and he was humming merrily as he stirred the boiling water. "You know, Prussia, I am glad you did not disappear when your nation died," he commented, oblivious as usual and completely unacquainted with the concepts of tact. "I was afraid you would be gone forever, and Germany would have been all alone. Of course, I offered to move in with him so he would have company, but he did not like the idea."
Italy lowered the temperature of the noodles, mysteriously procuring a large saucepan that did not exist in Germany's kitchen. "You know, I really like your ears and tail," he continued to jabber, his brilliant smile seemingly adhered permanently to his face. "Do you think I can get one, too? Except I would not want Germany's dogs to chase me... maybe I could get puppy ears instead! Then I can chase them away when they try and bite you."
The brunette glanced around the room, suddenly noticing something was missing. "Aw, where is the little Gilbird who usually stays with you?" He waved the spoon, pretending to scold, "I hope you did not eat him, Prussia."
Prussia- Through all of the funny jokes and pranks, Arthur did somewhat have pity for the Germanic brothers, but that didn't mean he had an answer or a cure for Prussia, "Unfortunately, I can't help you Ludwig. I don't have a cure besides, patience..."
As always the European countries never really accepted Germany. Their relations were distant and usually misinterpreted. It was rather depressing. Prussia was too outspoken to intimidate Arthur, but Germany, on the other hand, was a sensible yet an intimidating nation, "It's not the 'cure' that's bothering you." Arthur could perfectly see the emotionally distort side of the larger nation, "You should really be having a private meeting with Gilbert, not me."
And with that, he reached for the receiver to phone the security as escorts. There wasn't much to talk about. It was obvious the brothers were having difficulties despite the sudden changes. Being how order was a lifestyle for Ludwig, and the complete opposite for Gilbert, "Now, please leave."
"When my nation died..." he repeated to himself as he sat on one of the stools. The rest was a blur. Being a former solider and a nation brought back a lot of memories, most were careless mistakes. They were never any good memories...there were some, but the bad seemed to always out weigh the good. It was all bad politics and scandals that lost the values of being a strong nation. It was more than being a world power. Even Italy still had his country.
Then Prussian rubbed his eyes out of frustration. The faint smell of boiled noodles, and 'special sauce' filled his nose, "That would be nice, ja, to not have to worry about the dogs." And the other countries like Russia and Britain, whom would try to take the advantage of him.
He admired the Italian's large heart even though his comments never related to the previous subject, "Gilbird is a free bird. When he goes, he goes. When he stays, he stays." he did, sometimes, wonder where the small yellow chick flew off to and what he saw and witnessed. Was it his feline appearance that scared the bird off? Prussia couldn't even remember the last time he had saw the bird.
Germany- "Aw, that's-a all right, then," Italy responded cheerfully as he sliced the leftover sausages into the pasta sauce. He grabbed an armload of spices that he had personally stocked Germany's cupboards with, liberally sprinkling a few into the sauce. "I'm sure he will come back soon. Hey, maybe he does not like the winter, and he likes to migrate with the others. I would like to go south with the birds someday, too. Maybe Antonio will let me visit him. Then I will not have to freeze my nose every time I want to visit Germany. I know, Gilbert, why don't I ask to be changed into a bird neko!" The not-entirely-bright brunette knew little of the differences between the Japanese term 'neko' and any other animal cross. "Then I can fly south whenever I want, and I can still eat lots and lots-a pasta...!"
Italy's endless prattling continued as he finished simmering the red sauce, testing the noodles and finally pouring two large bowls for both himself and Prussia. "Here-a you go, Gilbert! I hope you're hungry!"
He did not wait for a compliment or reply, settling down at the table and slurping down the dish as with a fervency as though he were starving. "Mhm, it really is good, Prussia! You're-a going to taste some, too, yes?"
"Oh, by the way," Italy's mind instantly switched topics, "Where is Germany going?"
...
"Vhat do you mean, zhere is no cure?" Germany had to keep from shouting, "You invented zhe spell, now undo it!"
Britain offered him no assistance, however, regarding him with pity. (How he detested that expression in the eyes of the other nations!) Arthur considered a moment before replying, "It's not the 'cure' that's bothering you. You should really be having a private meeting with Gilbert, not me."
Germany stepped back, affronted by the suggestion. "Vhat do you mean? Zhat is not going to reverse zhe changes you have brought upon him! How do I undo zhe spell?"
Arthur continued to ignore his protests, phoning for a security escort and politely ordering Germany to leave. Ludwig stared at him blankly for a moment, turning on his heel in disgust and marching away before the guards had a chance to arrive.
Despicable! he ranted mentally as he strode proudly through the halls, assuring himself that the suspicious gazes of the British officers held little effect on him. And zhey call themselves zhe good guys.
Clearly the conspirator of the crime would offer no assistance. As always, Germany and Prussia were on their own. I suppose I could appreciate zhat Italy is zhere, he considered, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth at the thought of the rambunctious, cowardly fanatic. I hope he has not killed Prussia vhith his silliness by zhis time.
Suddenly anxious to see his brother safe and well Germany hastened his pace. He wondered about Britain's words, and what made the Allied nation suppose that Ludwig must look to Prussia for the solution instead. British... hmph. A very odd nation, I have always suspected.
He was glad when he reached the front door, fumbling through his keys before unlocking it and stepping inside. For all I know Italy has probably destroyed everything but zhe kitchen by zhis time. His gaze instantly swiveled to the sofa, expecting to see Prussia curled up with a pillow pressed over his delicate ears in a vain attempt to catch a nap.
Prussia- "It is pretty cold here during the winter," Prussia agreed, but he wasn't too sure about the bird-Neko thing. Being turned into a cat was more than enough for the Prussian. He did wonder how Gilbird got around, and if there was another head the bird liked to perch on besides his own.
Gilbert wasn't really hungry, but of course his Italian friend didn't have any problems with scarfing down the large bowl of pasta. That amount of pasta would be considered unhealthy, which probably why Ludwig had difficulties with befriending Feli. Either way, Prussia decided to try the pasta for himself despite the intimidating sized bowl.
The pasta was surprisingly good, "Germany went to go take care of some business for me." his ears drooped a bit for causing his brother so much trouble.
A purr then rumbled at the back of his throat in excitement as heard the door knob being turned, "Ludwig's home." he was anxious to find out what Arthur had to say. Excusing himself from the table, he stood up to go meet Ludwig, "How'd it go?"
Germany- Ludwig felt weighed down by the events of the day, and his tread was heavy as he entered the room. When Gilbert jumped up from the table to greet him, however, a brilliant ray of sunlight seemed to pierce through the heavy gloom. He had a sudden vision of Prussia running to him the moment he stepped through the door after a long day's work, resting his head against Germany's shoulder as the latter wrapped his arms around the slender frame, holding him close and tilting his chin up for a gentle kiss. A ray of beauty in a world of turmoil, someone precious to come home to when he felt overwhelmed and desperate for a sign that there was still some innocence left in the world.
Germany nearly acted out on his vision in that moment, one arm twitching violently in an impulse to gather Prussia into his embrace. Then the illusion shattered, and he looked away in mortified dejection. He vhould never reciprocate zhe action. I do not think I could even dare risk his rejection.
When had he begun to care so much? When had Prussia transformed from an annoying and lazy sibling into someone he could not imagine going through life without? Germany could not understand his own thoughts, and he realized with a shock like a physical blow that his feelings ran much deeper than mere affection. That night Gilbert had lain exhausted and spent, tempting him and teasing his restraint to its very limits... His uncertainty the following morning, almost a wistfulness in his voice as he questioned Germany's actions... His expression of relief to see his brother step through the door, a peace shining in his eyes despite the strain of what had happened to him.
Without thinking Germany grasped Prussia's chin in one gloved hand, tipping his head back to study his aquiline cheek bones, delicate brows matching the color of his hair, translucent perfect skin, and inquiring crimson eyes.
"So small," he said in a husked whisper, oblivious to the abrupt stillness in the room. "How vhould you ever survive?" Without me...? was his unspoken thought.
Then reality crashed back in and Germany hastily released his brother, fighting back the darkening flush that burned his ears as he stepped away and muttered in reply to Prussia's earlier question,
"Zhere vhas nothing more he vhould do. He refused to help us."
With careful control, fighting to keep his hands from shaking, Ludwig removed his coat and hat and meticulously hung them up. He had to get out of this room now, before his composure failed him and he did something he would later regret.
Prussia- Prussia never realized how emotional his brother was. He could tell the other didn't have any luck. His feline abilities could sense it. If the Italian wasn't there, he would of brushed up against him as a cat would, but something told him not to.
Like the unexpected touch, and the wistful comments, about what? So small...The feline didn't understand. The comment made him feel less smaller than what he really was. He felt a bit weaker and inferior to the larger nation, for Gilbert didn't have a nation to compare.
Because of that he figured Ludwig was referring to other romanticized qualities about his appearance, which Gilbert didn't see. He never really liked his pale skin and how easily his skin would redden from a slight touch or jab. With ruddy eyes ,and hair so light its true color was difficult to decipher. He wasn't sure if that was a compliment or a threat.
The Prussian stood there for a minute, watching his brother's evey move, "As always." he managed to say, not bothering to question his brother anymore.
"Are you hungry? You want to try some of the pasta Italy made? It's pretty good," Prussia then suggested with a pouty expression, knowing the other wouldn't be able to resist.
Germany- Germany grunted assent and accepted the bowl Italy thrust into his hands, tuning out the outpouring chatter as the brunette nation's tongue began to rattle ahead full speed. In spite of his show of irritation Germany was often cheered by Italy's carefree attitude, but today it only set his teeth on edge. He wanted time alone, to think through this mess and deal with it accordingly.
He wanted to be alone with Prussia, the door of his room solidly bolted, the albino waiting anxiously on his bed with that same cheeky expression he favored. He wanted to see him again, naked and vulnerable with the blue uniform of his lost country the only covering on his delicate frame. He wanted to dominate him, to show that he was in control and nothing Prussia said or did would change that. He wanted to stroke his hair softly, rub that sensitive area behind his ears, pet him and love him until he was writhing in pleasure beneath him. He wanted Prussia, and he knew that neither protests nor pleas would satiate this desire. He needed -
"So Ger-many! What are you thinking about?"
Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut with a growl as Italy's hyperactive voice broke his concentration. He rolled his eyes and poked around at the plate in front of him, suddenly losing interest in the food.
"Ja, it is very good," he complimented, pushing the plate away and averting his gaze from Gilbert.
"But Germany, you have not even tasted it," Italy pointed out.
"I..." Germany thought fast. "If my brother vhas vhilling to finish half his bowl, zhen zhat is all I need to know," he stated. "I... had lunch earlier."
"Oh, that's-a all right," Italy beamed, "I know you're always hungry, Germany."
"Italy, I need to discuss some zhings privately vhith my brother," Ludwig broke in, dismissing the nation hastily. "I zhink America vhished to speak vhith you... Vhy don't you come back tomorrow vhen I am vhalking zhe dogs?"
"Okey-day, then," Italy waved brightly, oblivious to the cause of Germany's terse mood. "I will go look for some treats to keep the dogs away, and when I come back I will show Prussia how to make Germany's favorite pasta!"
"Ja, zhat vhill be fine," Germany nodded, hastily escorting the chattering nation out. "Good night, Italy." The immediate slamming of the door drowned out the brunette's cheery, "Hasta la pasta!"
Breathing a huff of relief Ludwig turned the lock, leaning against the door a minute to ensure Italy was not about to come back for something he had forgotten. Finally he turned away, his eyes flickering instantly to the bewildered Prussia. Casually he approached the table, wondering last minute if his feelings could be but a sudden urge he would escape after a good night's rest. When he came to stand over the former nation, however, his brute strength overshadowing Prussia and seeming to amplify his frail status, Germany could no longer resist the desire to exert his control.
One firm but gentle hand cupped Gilbert's chin, the other supporting the back of his head as it was tilted back. Without waiting for permission or refusal Ludwig captured the former nation's lips within his own, forcing the other's jaw open before he even had a chance to react to the gesture. His right hand slid down to Prussia's lower back and he held the albino closer as he deepened the kiss, exploring and memorizing the feel of Gilbert's mouth and bending the Prussian lower until his hand was the only support between his brother and the floor.
Ever so slowly Ludwig broke away, allowing Gilbert to straighten and catch his breath. He waited apprehensively, unsure what reaction to expect from his brother.
Prussia- Without blinking, his crimson eyes stared at the perplexing blue ones. His brows then frowned a bit as he remained perfectly still. The last thing Prussia needed was to be sleeping in the same house with an angry German. He knew how difficult it was for his brother to express his intimacy, let alone explore it without sudden hesitations. He nearly shivered underneath his touch, and his lips being crushed against his brother's without his permission. A statement was silently made by the larger nation.
The Prussian was more lenient, and rather curious as to what was on Ludwig's mind, "West...why are you so...smitten with me?" he asked quietly, "After coming back from the war, nation-less, you treated me like the way you treat Italy." Gilbert continued as he bit his bottom lip,sure the kiss felt nice, "But why the sudden change?" he sounded annoyed, but he really wanted answers.
Knowing his brother's dirty mind, he wouldn't be surprised if there was kinkiness being involved. The Prussian couldn't possibly see his brother trying to dominant over the hyperactive Italian. Why would he fuck around with someone he found annoying? Yet again, Prussia was sure his brother found him annoying too. So, what was the explanation? What made him so different, besides by blood?
Hopefully you had fun reading :)