I guess it's been long enough, I can unanon myself from the meme... The request was "Austria/Prussia - AUSTRIA IS FIERCE!" So...this is what came to mind. XD

Prussia moaned as his back hit the wall, arousal masking the pain of the bone-fracturing force. He tried to speak, but the tongue that forced its way into his mouth, desperately taking control made it impossible, and the hands that slipped under his shirt, ravaging his body garbled his thought process anyway. He tried to gain control of the situation, but a knee grinding at his crotch kept him immobilized, and he was honestly getting too horny to care any more, who topped that night. That skilled tongue left his mouth, and he growled in frustration, feeling teeth that exposed themselves from those delectable lips assault his neck, biting, scraping, nipping... They began to nibble on his Adam's Apple, and he moaned again, feeling his pants tighten, enough to be uncomfortable but not painful.

He didn't remember ever being completely dominated like this before, and it was turning him on immensely, if his cries for more were any indication. His words of "Yessss..!", "Shit, more!", and "Oh yeah, right there!" were fuel for his 'attacker', but pure lust drove his pride into a dark corner, where it had apparently decided to hide for a while. The hands had gone to practically ripping the silver haired male's shirt off, the lips at his neck moving higher to, once again, invade his mouth. One hand traveled down towards the button on his still-tightening pants and the other traveled up to pinch and twist at his nipple, torturing the hardened nub as his pants button was undone, the zipper jerked down, and the pants themselves eventually tugged past his knees, along with his underwear.

The other male at last released his hold, but only to strip himself of his own clothes, and as Prussia stared into that feral smirk, those hungry eyes, the dangerous glint those glasses held...he licked his lips. He watched intently as the other man stripped, watching as the shirt was pulled open to reveal pale, smooth, porcelain skin, skin that he knew would be flecked with angry red marks the next day from his teeth. He watched as the white cloth was tugged from around an equally perfect neck, the pomegranate-eyed man so lost in his daze that he didn't even notice when the material was tied in a skilled knot around his wrists. He watched as those hands, only slightly calloused from playing the piano, reach down, slipping his pants down past his waist, almost torturously slowly, finally, finally letting the material pool around his ankles, their shoes having been kicked off at the door. His underwear was disposed of much more quickly, and it was only when he heard that smooth, silky chuckle of the other male did he realize that he had reached down to touch himself.

At long last, the Prussian was rewarded for his patience, and with one last possessive kiss, he was dragged to the ground and flipped over. There was a brief pause, and what he felt next was deliriously wonderful. He felt a finger, probably the middle, slip inside of him, only slightly lubricated with saliva, and the slight burning pain that accompanied it was more than welcome. His body constricted around it on its own accord, but the digit inside him only began to move, almost mocking his body's automatic defenses, and after a few moments, not truly enough time to get used to the feeling, another finger entered him, mercilessly diving in deep. The digits moved in, out, curling ever so often to make him squirm, but always purposefully avoiding the one area that he knew he needed to have hit. This went on long enough, and after the third finger had been added, those three fingers eventually removed, he felt something else entirely prodding at his entrance.

And suddenly, he was met with pain, pleasure, desire, all at the same time, and the feeling blinded him, the cock that had thrust itself inside lubricated only by the pre cum that had leaked out of the tip. He was most certainly not going to be handled gently, and this thought was only confirmed when the male above him pulled out and thrust in again, burying himself up to the hilt. He worked himself into a rhythm, hard and fast, and four, five, six thrusts later, he heard the Prussian below him scream, his fingers clawing into the floor of the dominant man's hallway. That was it... He never slowed down, but continued to hit that place as often as he could, encouraged by the desperate, needy moans that his submissive elicited, and after a few more moments, he released into the Prussian with a shuddering moan.

The silver haired male found himself being flipped over again, and this time, his still-erect cock was taken in by that same, torturous mouth that had taken his mouth hostage earlier. Prussia groaned, arching his back as he felt a tongue press down lustfully on the vein at the bottom as a single stray hair bobbed with the head whose mouth was engulfing his erection, and once those lips circled around the head of his cock, sucking roughly, but not enough to hurt, he, himself, released, watching with lust-hazed, half-lidded eyes as the man on top of him swallowed, licking his lips when he was done. He was vaguely aware of the other man leaned over him, kissing him again to share with him the taste, but he was still on the sex-induced high, and he seemed to be coming down a bit slowly tonight. His dominant partner stood, slipped the button-up dress shirt over his shoulders, and walked towards the bedroom, only turning back to speak once he reached the door.

"Who's invading vital regions now, bitch?"

Damn, Austria was FIERCE!

Okay, I've thought about it, since for some reason the thought of Prussia having his hands bound and being able to touch himself bothers me... But if his hands were bound in front of him, then I don't see a problem. XP But it still bothers me. D| Does it bother anyone else too..? Should I change it..?