So yeah, decided to pull some more off my iPod. Oh and, sorry if there's a total personality change in people. Or maybe not. I really can't tell cause I wrote it. And sorry for spelling mistakes, autocorrect hates me. And for random line breaks that should be spaces, if I didn't get rid of all of them. I think that's all. Oh and Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Gilbird Piyo~
Prussia woke up to being pushed onto his back. The pain immediately woke him up. He looked up and saw Russia sitting next to him.
"Don't touch me!" Prussia tried to reach up and hit him, but his wrist protested.
"But your wounds need treating."
"You caused them!"
"I wouldn't have if you were obediant."
"I'm not going to be your slave!"
Russia sighed.
"It'd be so much less painful if you were, though."
"I don't WANT to be obediant!"
"Well, it IS your personality..."
"Then don't even bother!"
"I have to break you in."
"WHY?"
"Oh? Boss's orders."
"What? If you don't want to, then don't."
"But I have to."
"So?"
"But I have to. Anyway, sit up."
"No."
"Prussia, please?"
"..." Prussia reluctantly sat up, letting Russia take off his shirt wash his cuts with a wet towel.
"This is going to hurt. A lot."
"Wha-OOW WHAT THE FUCK?"
Russia let go of Prussia's wrist, which was now in a more natural position.
"That hurt!"
"If I didn't do that it wouldn't fix properly."
Russia wrapped bandages around his wrist.
"But that hurt!"
"It would've hurt more if I didn't."
Prussia frowned. Russia ignored it and applied ointment to his cuts and bandages hose also. He gingerly touched one of his bruises.
"Sorry... I don't like hurting you..."
"Disobey your boss."
"I can't..."
"I used to disobey old Fritz all the time!"
"But that's you..."
"So?"
"I can't do something like that..."
"Why?"
"Because."
"That's not an answer."
Russia didn't answer, instead leaning his head on Prussia's right shoulder.
"...I guess we should sleep now..."
"We?"
"There's only one bed."
"...sleep on the couch?"
"Could you really stand the cold?"
"...nien..."
Prussia suddenly realized that the chain was off. He reached up and slapped Russia, catching him off guard.
"What?"
"Hmph. Damn bastard."
Prussia turned around and laid down. Russia chuckled and took off his shirt and scarf before getting under the covers. He slipped his arms around Prussia's waist like usual and fell asleep. Prussia noticed his arms around his waist. But he ignored it and drifted off to sleep a second time.
Prussia turned and hit something, the pain shocking him awake. He opened his eyes and saw that he had hit Russia's arm with the bruised area on his shoulder. He tried to lift Russia's arm, but utterly failed.
"Russia."
No response.
"Russia, wake up."
No response.
"Russia! There's no more vodka."
"What?"
Russia's eyes flew open.
"Nothing. Just needed to wake you up."
"Oh. Vodka?"
"I'm sure there's plenty."
"Good."
"I'm going to go shower."
"Bath."
"What?"
"You are going to bathe. Shower would hurt."
"Sure."
Prussia went to go run his bath, inspecting himself in he mirror. Russia had left his face and right arm unhurt, with just marks from the chains on his right wrist. There were bruises and random cuts all over his front, cause Russia couldn't really get to the back. The bruises actually weren't that bad there were just so many of them...
Prussia walked out from his bath somewhat refreshed. He found that Russia had made some borscht. He settled down across Russia and began to eat.
"Borsht is good."
"Thank you."
"Are we going to do that again today?"
"Nyet."
"So you're going to give up?"
"Nyet."
"Then what are you going to try?"
"Another system."
"Oh. Does it hurt?"
"Maybe."
"Ok."
"It's a challenge system. If I win, you will be my 'slave', if you win, you get something I'm sure you'll like. Sound good?"
"JA! I love challenges!"
"For today, you have to learn your name in the Cyrillic alphabet."
"WHAT?"
"Too hard?"
"Nien! Nothing is too hard for the awesome me!"
"Ok, sure."
A week passed, then two. Russia managed to "lose" to Prussia every day, but also got him to learn quite a bit of the Cyrillic alphabet and a few Russian phrases. Prussia, on the other hand, "won" himself his video games, food, other little prizes. Prussia's bruises and cuts also healed up. His wrist was just about set as well.8
"So, this week, we're only going to have one challenge: sleep with someone."
"What?"
"Sleep with someone."
"Someone?"
"Yes."
"But there's only you."
"If you are obedient you will be let out."
"But then I lose."
"Yes."
"And if I don't I lose."
"Correct."
"But if I sleep with you."
"..."
"..."
"...damn. I forgot about that loophole…"
"Oh. Sleep with me, Russia!"
"Nyet."
"Please?"
"Nyet."
"..."
"You have one week."
"...damn. This is going to be hard..."
Prussia spent two days trying to get Russia. Failing, Prussia decided to change tactics. His second tactic failed as well, taking up three days. With merely two days left, Prussia really got into it. He planned his attack carefully. As Russia sat on the bed, looking over papers as usual, Prussia took one of Russia's button down shirts, a red and black one, and slipped it on, unbuttoned. It was just a little longer than his boxers, which matched. climbed into bed, as usual, but this time he snuggled into Russia's side. Russia ignored him. Prussia leaned up and kissed Russia, who went along. Russia's tongue soon made it's way into Prussia's. Prussia attempted to fight back and dominate but utterly last, Russia pulled away.
"Nice ensemble."
"Danke."
Prussia took Russia's papers and put them to the side, climbing into Russia's lap and resuming the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Russia's neck and rubbed against Russia.
[insert sex scene in which Prussia attempts to dominate but epically
fails and gets screwed by Russia who forgot about the bet and gave in. and one that I really didn't feel like writing and maybe I can get someone to write it later.]
Russia awoke with Prussia in his arms. He gently shook Prussia.
"'Morning. You win."
"Nn?" Prussia looked up groggily.
"You win."
"Hnn." Prussia snuggled his head back into Russia's chest.
"Would you like a bath?"
"Ja..." Prussia mumbled into Russia's chest.
Russia gently pushed Prussia off and got up to run the bath. He finished and came back to find Prussia sitting up, rubbing his eyes.
"Damn...my back hurts..."
Russia slid his shirt off Prussia's shoulders and picked him up. Sleepy Prussia did not protest.
Russia picked Prussia up, walked to the bath, and plopped him in the water before stripping his own clothes off. He got in, pulling Prussia onto his lap.
"You know, sex feels really good, once you get past the pain, Russia."
"Da."
Prussia leaned his head back against Russia's shoulder. Russia wrapped his arms around Prussia's waist. Prussia's hands found Russia's, grabbing on to them. Russia leaned down a bit and kissed Prussia, who returned the kiss.
"We should do this now and then, da?"
"Ja."
Prussia managed to turn himself around so that his knees were on either side of Russia. Russia added a glob of shampoo into his hand and toussled Prussia's hair. Prussia did the same. Russia decided the shower head was too far to reach, so he took a cup and poured water over Prussia's head, the washed out his own hair. Satisfied with the condition of their hair, Russia added some bubble stuffs into the water. He flipped Prussia back around to their original position and relaxed.
Eventually Prussia decided that if they got any more wrinkly it'd be bad, so he got out, cringing as he did. He wrapped a towel around himself as Russia drained the tub. Russia dried himself and turned to see Prussia with his hands out, watching him expectantly. Russia chuckled.
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Pick me up."
"Why?"
"Cause it's you fault it hurts when I walk."
"It's yours."
"You came up with the challenge."
"True."
"Pick me up please?"
"Da, da."
Russia obliged, picking Prussia up, princess style and plopping him on the bed. Russia slipped on his clothes before getting a set for Prussia.
"I don't suppose Princess Prussia needs to be dressed, too?"
"Nien!"
Prussia managed to dress himself without too much pain. Russia chuckled at his attempts to get his pants on without cringing.
"I'll help with that."
"With what?"
"Your back pain."
"How?"
"You'll see."
Russia pushed Prussia onto his stomach, sitting on the bed next to him. He pressed his thumbs into his lower back, rubbing circles.
"Ow... That hurts..."
"It'll get better."
After Prussia's massage, Russia picked him up again and set him at the kitchen table. Russia made some food and they ate. Prussia opted to spend the rest of the day in bed, not moving, as Russia did his usual paperwork. At the end of the day Russia climbed into bed, hugging a certain pissed German.
"Tomorrow you'll feel better."
"I hope so..." Prussia snuggled his head into Russia's chest, letting
Russia pet him until they fell asleep.
The next morning, Prussia did feel better, at least enough to walk while leaning on Russia. He decided to sit in front of the tv and kill zombies, while Russia went out. Going out was a complicated process; it involved five steel doors that opened only after the previous was closed, invented to make sure the political prisoners
inhabiting the room could not escape.
Russia came back a few hours later.
"Prussia, pause your game."
Prussia paused it and turned to looked at Russia.
"What?"
"Come here."
Prussia made his way to the couch the Russian sat on using the coffee
table as support.
"What?"
"This is your reward."
Russia handed him two boxes, a smaller 8"x8"x8" box with holes and a larger 12"x8"x6" box without holes. Prussia looked at Russia questioningly.
"Just open it. I'm sure you'll love it."
"Oh?"
Prussia opened the smaller box and gaped.
"GILBIRD!" Inside the box was Gilbird on a pile of white fluff, sleeping.
"He'll be awake soon. I only gave him a little dose of sleeping drugs."
Prussia grabbed Russia's collar and pulled him down into a kiss.
"BEST. REWARD. EVER!"
Prussia gingerly set Gilbird and his box on the coffee table and turned his attention to the larger box. Inside were birdseed, random bird toys and a beige plastic container. Prussia opened it and found it was full of little apfelstrudel tarts.
"Russia," Prussia turned to him, "You. Are. Fucking. Awesome."
Prussia glomped Russia, hugging him tightly. Russia reacted a bit late, hugging him back a few seconds after. After a few minutes Russia let go and attempted to pull Prussia off.
"Prussia. Can you get off now?"
Prussia gave a muffled reply.
"Gilbird is going to wake up soon."
"Really?" Prussia released him, returning the box with Gilbird to his lap. He gently picked up the little yellow chick and set it in his palm, bringing it up to his face. Prussia stared as Gilbird stirred. Gilbird's little eyelids fluttered. Gilbird's eyes opened wide as be saw Gilbert's red ones. Gilbird flailed his wings, suprised. Russia chuckled. Both Prussia and Gilbird turned and looke questioningly at him, serving only to make him laugh harder.
"Hey, Gilbird, what's so funny?"
"Piyo~" Gilbird tilted his head.
"Both...of you... Have the same... Reaction..." Russia managed to say in between laughs.
"Oh." Gilbird cheeped and settled himself in Prussia's hair.
"So, what do you want for dinner?"
"Borscht!" Gilbird cheeped in agreement.
"Sure. Umm. Gilbird, do you eat birdseed?"
"Piyo~"
"I don't follow..."
"He says sometimes." translated Prussia.
"Err... Ok."
Russia filled a cereal bowl with birdseed and set it on the kitchen table, leaving the rest with the box on the coffee table. Then he started on the task of making soup. Prussia absorbed himself in talking with his pet bird.
After dinner, Prussia and Russia took another bath. Gilbird joined them, splashing both countries thoroughly. Prussia got out first, followed by Russia. Gilbird hopped out after Russia, flapping his wings, hitting Russia with little water droplets.
"You littlie villain, you!" Russia picked up Gilbird and set him on Prussia's head. Gilbird merely cheeped in flew around the bed as Russia and Prussia settled in. After they got in their usual position, Gilbird settled himself on the pillow in front of Prussia, puffing up and pulling his head in, resembling a puffball with a beak.
"He's pretty cute, da?"
"He's adorably awesome! Just like me!"
"Da, da."
"I hope I'll actually be able to walk tomorrow."
"You probably will. Shall I give Gilbird a taste of the blini you like
so much?"
"Me, too?"
"Da."
"Yay!"
Prussia yawned.
"You should sleep now."
"Ja...Guten nacht..."
Russia felt Prussia's breathing slow as he fell asleep. He muzzled his nose into the white fluff and fell asleep as well.
After Russia and Prussia finished breakfast (Gilbird was not quite finished his one piece yet. Hey! He's a small bird!), they discussed the next challenge.
"So, I want you to come to a world meeting."
"How is that a challenge? That's fun!"
"Yes. You can really do whatever you want, just one thing. You absolutely have to come to me when I call, okay?"
"Why?"
"I have to show my boss that I've actually made some progress breaking you in, or he'll do it himself. Which you probably wouldn't like."
"...fine."
"You'll get to see your brother and your friends. And Hungary. But you're not allowed to say anything about your stay here. Only general things."
"Fine."
"I promise you'll like the reward." Russia said as he got up and kissed Prussia's head. Then he headed over to his study.
Meanwhile Gilbird had finished his meal and began circling Prussia's head.
"Alright, Gilbird, let's go kill some zombies!"
"Piyo~!"
Oh. And I need a better title. Just sayin'. Any suggestions? (V)!(V) Lobster.
