QUICK WARNING: In case some of you haven't noticed, some of these prompts will be AU's (Alternate Universes) but, will contain the same characters of the original cast of Hetalia.
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Warning(s): Lets see, malexmale relationships (Yaoi), strong sexual references, actual sexual themes, cursing, I'll add more when i think of them...
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36. Mystic:
"Mein Gott..that's...awesome.." Prussia stared silently as he watched Gilbird ride around in his custom made miniature Mystic R100R Motorcycle, with a small white gangers hat with his black eagle painted on the side.
37. Clear:
Prussia reentered the living room after his mourning run and collapsed onto the couch, removing his sweatband and kicking his shoes to the floor before noticing the Russian's glass of water on the table.
Russia walked into the living room as Prussia held his neck, coughing dryly.
"Do you drink anything other than vodka? !"
"...nyet?"
38. Foot:
Prussia yelped after stepping on a stray piece of glass that slipped into his sandal while he walked through the club. Noticing his lover's distress with the stubborn particle, Ivan lifted his lover into his arms, ignoring the watching eyes of strangers and continued his way toward the bathroom. Vodka be burned if he was going to leave his lover, injured, on the dance floor, embarrassed or not.
39. Paw Prints:
"Beautiful..." Ivan smoothed the silver hide of the wolf as it laid comfortably in his lap, paying special attention to the spot behind the ear as the canine leaned into his fingers.
"So unawesome.." Gilbert grumbled telepathically with the nation, Gilbird now resting soundly atop Ivan's head as he inspected his lover's transformed state.
"Remind me, how'd you manage to piss England so much, that he did this?" Gilbert's ear twitched as the Russian pulled it.
"I said that his food tasted like shit and that he should take lessons from France." Russia giggled while Gilbert grunted and nibbled on his knee.
40. Red:
Just the sight of the color petrified him, sending his mind into an endless whirl after so many encounters with the color on the battle field. The sight of his people lying lifeless on the red stained snow as his buildings burned would forever haunt him.
But now, that was no longer the case. Now all he could see were the petals of a thousand roses, the burning flames of passion sprinkled with the violent spark of resistance come from the color that was his lover's eyes. The only man who managed to destroy him, to save him. And for that, he would cherish the color as he did his lover.
41. Fireplace:
"Mmm, stop it." Prussia mumbled as he turned away from Russia on their makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.
"But it's cold!" Russia whined as he slipped his arm around the Prussian, digging his chin into the crease of his neck.
42. Slam:
"Ivan! Guess wha-" Prussia became speechless as he looked at the living room, the sofa's fallen on the floor, both severely damaged from either bullet holes or slash marks. Gilbert placed a hesitant foot into the living room, semi-relieved to find Russia and America both panting with bruising faces as they glared head on. Russia's pipe laid abandoned in a hole in the wall, presumably caused by him, while America's pistol laid bullet-less by it's owners feet. Neither nation's eyes left the others as Prussia inspected the damage quietly, his rage further building as they once again began bickering before it finally blew as he inspected his beloved laptop: which now had a, still smoking, bullet hole through the middle.
Gilbert yelled in combinations of German, English, and broken Russia as his hands gestured to the space around him. Russia and America shared a look of cluelessness as the Prussian continued his rant until he screamed at the top of his lungs, stomping toward the front door, informing them that he was going to pay a certain Britannia Angel a visit. Both nations shivered as the front door slammed against its hedges.
43. Delicious:
Prussia hummed as he took a long lick around the cone of his melting Ice cream. His tongue wrapping along the waffle before expertly dragging it across the cream. Russia bit his lip, his own desert ignored as it slide freely down the sides of his knuckles.
"Hey! Don't waste good food!" Prussia yelled as he noticed Russia's sticky hands, grabbing him by the wrist before licking across his fingers, swirling around the cream before going back to his own. Russia looked at Prussia then back at his ice cream.
"Prussiya..my fingers are still sticky."
44. Ravenous:
Prussia held his breathe as Russia stared at him, trying his hardest to avoid Him as he kept his eyes on his brother ranting at the front of the room. Even so, he snuck a look at his lover and felt his body shiver as Russia's eyes threw him against the table, ripping his clothes from his body as their lips clashed. Prussia burrowed his head into his arms, unsuccessfully striving to escape the Russian. Prussia got up from his seat, excusing himself from the conference, his brother grunting in annoyance as he retook his seat .
Russia smirked, waiting a few measly minuets before getting up, gathering his things and leaving in the same direction as Prussia. No one said anything, leaving Germany glaring silently at the leaving figure.
Prussia leaned against the window seal in an abandoned hallway of the large building, Russia's glare imprinted in his mind as he steadied his heart beat. Who's tempo instantly increased as the Russian wrapped his arms around the waist.
"I'd appreciate it, if your eyes didn't fuck me the entire fucking meeting." Prussia growled at the Russian until the Russian kissed up his neck and it quickly morphed into a purr, placing one last kiss against the bridge of his ear before whispering a dangerously low 'Nyet.'
45. Masquerade:
Ivan prowled through his families ballroom, invading the large mob of suitors his parents had invited for him. Slipping outside to the balcony and hiding behind a pillar before the large group of women abandoned the area and left to continue their search inside.
"Girl Problems?" The Russian flinched at the sudden voice from behind him and turned around to find a pale boy sitting on the stone ledge, a small yellow chick resting in his silver locks.
"Da, they're so persistent." The male laughed.
"Ah, well, I wouldn't know." He shrugged his shoulders, swigging his legs to the inside of the enclosement, crimson eyes meeting violet. The Russian drew a breathe as he further inspected the figure, his could see through the suit that his figure was slim, but his face was perfect, the way his skin was completely flawless and his lips. It was as if god himself drew them onto his face in the perfect location, with the perfect shape.
"Well, anyways I'm Gilbert, nice too meet you!" Gilbert smiled, sending shivers through Ivan's spine as they shook hands.
"I-Ivan."
"braginski?" Ivan shook his head 'yes'. "Well, no wonder all those chicks were going after you! I mean!-uh, damn...that sounded wrong." The albino sputtered as he attempted to correct himself while the Russian giggled.
"It's fine, I know what you mean, money da?" Gilbert noticed the Russian burying his head down into his scarf in shame.
"Hey! Don't get all mopey because you have money!" Gilbert grabbed the Russian's cheeks, literally turning his frown upside down with his fingers.
"There! Now stop being all depressed, live a little!" There was a flash of red from above as a loud clash tumbled over them. They both watched as the sky lit with blues and greens, both in completely silence as Gilbert peered over the balcony. There was a small village about a mile away, he could see the people dancing through the streets as commoners set up shop.
"A festival? Nice timing!" Gilbert climbed onto the ledge, getting ready to jump when the Russian threw his arms around his waist.
"Don't go!" Gilbert sighed as he rebalanced himself while Ivan buried his face into the back of his suit.
"Mein gott! Are you trying to kill me? Just come on!" Ivan stared into his crimson eyes.
"Leave? With you?"
"Unless you want to go with one of those chicks, they were pretty hot." The German chuckled as Ivan visibly shuddered. "See? Besides, I have a feeling your parents aren't going to ask where you've been tonight, am I right?" Gilbert winked, pulling the Russian onto the balcony.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Nope." Gilbert smirked and pulled them off the ledge.
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A/N:
Mystic: No Comment.
Clear: Such a stupid question.
Foot: No Comment.
Paw Prints:No Comment.
Red: No Comment.
Fireplace: :3
Slam: Honestly, they need to take their issues outside.
Delicious: No regrets, whatsoever.
Ravenous: I wouldn't stop either.
Masquerade: No Comment.
