Germany's Family: Prologue Part 2 (otherwise known as the Franco-Prussian War)
By SwitzyFangirl
Recap: Prussia chuckled, shaking his head. "Crazy kid. Like France would ever be tamed. Well…maybe."
In 1870 a war between Prussia and France started. France ultimately lost, and even though his country remained in control of itself, there is a high price for losing. He's lost his freedom, personally, as a person, for the next 30+ years. We will only scratch on the surface of this, a few days out of it, long before he ultimately squirmed out of the deal. Our story begins after the war was lost and The Paris Commune (The legendary government that lasted ten days) was destroyed. A warm summer day, less than a month after France's defeat to Prussia. Germany is now a teenager and more than happy to have his "mother" back.
France flitted around the house, dodging Prussia's wondering hand with ease, while he dusted. Paintings of Prussia's old boss, Prussia, Germany, Him, Spain, all of them together. So many old memories were hanging on these walls, undusted and untouched since they were hung up.
Prussia finally caught him, pulling the Frenchman into his lap. "Hey Francis…what's up?"
"Isn't it my job to molest you?" France spat, pushing himself off Prussia. "Buzz off; I'm cleaning your damn house."
"You can molest me if you want." Prussia offered, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.
"There are children present." France replied, picking up his fallen duster. He avoided bending over, considering Prussia had forced him into his absurd maid outfit. Not that he couldn't rock it, of course.
"I'm a teenager now. Go ahead. I don't care." Germany looked up from his book before quickly looking back, avoiding France's gaze of death.
"That's no way to talk to your mother." Prussia chided him, laughing at the expression on France's face.
"How the hell do I shut you up?" France demanded.
"Blow me." Prussia suggested.
"Will it shut you up?"
"I'll stop molesting you for a few hours." Prussia offered.
France nodded. "Just let me-"
Prussia threw the struggling Frenchman over his shoulder and walked to his room, ignoring Germany who couldn't stop laughing to save his life.
France walked out of Prussia's room, picked up the duster, and got back to work without a word.
"Now if he'd have sex with me, he'd be the perfect wife." Prussia whispered to Germany, watching his brother snort in disbelief.
"He'll kill you!" Germany whispered. "And then he'll kill me!"
"I can hear you." France called. "I finished the dusting; do you want me to start dinner or the laundry?"
"You could prepare yourself." Both Germanic nations starting laughing hysterically at Prussia's transparent comment.
"No. I guess that means laundry." France sighed and picked up a hamper, going around the house and picking up all the clothes that had been strewn about by the brothers.
The 3 sat down to dinner, France adjusting the stupid maid skirt again. "Kinky bastard." He grumbled and began eating, ignoring the Germanic Nations.
"Hey Francy-pants, enjoying your wurst?" Prussia asked, snickering.
France dropped his fork. "1…2…3…4…5-"
"Uh what are you doing?"
"6…7…8…9…10!" France glared. "Since that didn't work, excuse me."
After a moment they could hear the sound of firewood being split. Prussia jumped up. "I've got to see him split firewood in a dress!"
He watched, leaning against the doorframe and whistling. "You sure can tease France!"
"SHUT UP!" France shouted, returning to the ax. "Or I will cut off your dick with this ax." He mumbled the last bit; having a feeling he'd have a lot more to do with said piece of anatomy if he was heard. Prussia had always been a vengeful bastard.
"What did I hear about my dick?" Prussia demanded, eyebrows furrowing together in irritation.
"Nothing." France replied simply.
"I'm not deaf." Prussia growled, enjoying the sight of his old friend, even through his irritation. "I heard you. Just wait."
France started washing the dishes, furiously scrubbing.
"Yo Frenchie, dinner was awesome. Almost as awesome as me." Prussia complemented, watching France. His red eyes were gleaming mischievously.
"Go to hell you egotistical bastard." France replied.
Prussia twirled the Frenchman into his arms. He leaned down and whispered hotly in France's ear. "That's no way to talk to me. This your fault. You tried to hog Spain."
"No, the Paris Commune tried to hog Spain. I honestly didn't give a fuck who was on the Spanish thrown! Bastard!" France pushed him away. "Now, let me finish the dishes before I have to deal with more of your bullshit Prussia."