Shoutout(s):

Lucrecia84: Oh holy shit, thank you so much for all the reviews, I am guessing that the guest was you as well? Either way thank you so much, the feed back helps me so much, especially my self esteem. not mention it's nice to hear how you feel about them. And I will finish all 1500 prompts! I'm extremely happy you have enjoyed the previous chapters so far! I'll try my best to keep you happy :D! I do have a question though, you said that one of my prompts was shockingly close to a doujinshi page you posted on deviant art right? Do you think you could send me a link? I'm EXTREMELY curious about it. and on that note, Bro-fist!

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Warning(s): Lets see, malexmale relationships (Yaoi), strong sexual references, actual sexual themes, cursing, character death, Mpreg, I'll add more when i think of them...

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99. Chocolate:

"Oh come on, try it! It's awesome!" Gilbert poked another strawberry with his skewer, dipping it in the warm chocolate and taking a giant chomp of the ripe fruit.

"Da.." Russia grabbed a pretzel, soaking it in the melted liquid before taking a quick nibble; Gilbert laughing as a small smile invaded his lover's lips.

"See! I told you it's good!"

"But..it would be better like this, da?" Ivan picked up the pot from the metal display smirking at the Prussian before dumping the contents over his head.

"Hey what the fuck ar-!' Gilbert shivered as the Russian dragged his tongue up the side of his neck, lightly nibbling the chocolate covered skin.

100. Smell: (Woot! Double digits!)

Gilbert opened his eyes for the fifth time that night as another blizzard wind rocked the reinforced window against it's frame. Sighing he sat up, expecting to find a sleeping Russian next to him, but his eyes only met with the large empty space of the king-sized mattress. It had only been two days since the Russian left for a meeting and he already found himself burrowing his head into the Russian's pillow, basking in the faint scent of Vodka and sunflowers that filled his nostrils. Prussia glared at the ticking clock, the seconds seemed to be slowing further and further without his lover as he kicked the blanket to the floor in frustration.

"Being alone is awesome!" He shouted to no one in particular, throwing the pillow at the wall before collapsing onto the mattress, a vast emptiness quickly filling his chest with the sudden departure of the Russian's scent.

"..Verdammt..." Gilbert drug himself from the bed, quickly scooping up the fabric from the floor and holding it close.

"Stupid Fucking Commie.."

101. Tranquility:

Gilbert found himself napping on the soft mats of Japan's home, reluctantly forcing himself up from the comfortable position he approached the Shōji screens. Delicately sliding the paper doors open when a cool gust of wind swept the room, his black kimono lightly fluttering against his feet as stray sakura petals found their way around him. Gilbert yawned, ignoring the expensive silk fabric sliding from his shoulder and collapsed on the lifted porch. Smiling as Gilbird chirped at a orange spotted Koi that dangerous resembled the setting sun bleeding across the sky. A stronger breeze grazed the Prussian, showering the male in a wave of scarlet petals as the albino found his eyes growing heavy once more.

Japan observed the Prussian closely as he doodled onto his sketchpad, expertly gliding his pencil along the paper in precise strokes. Paying special attention to the Prussian's completely relaxed features, his entire body completely tense-less as he slept. The Japanese smiled at his sudden luck while he moved onto his limbs, slightly leaning them into the stomach, forming a small oval-like ball. Effortlessly he sketched the Kimono, quickly spreading the cloth along the floor boards of the patio, lightly raising the fabric to create the illusion of the breeze that was currently embracing the albino onto the paper. The artist raised an eye from the paper to the albino, delicately sketching the multiple stray petals that littered the albino's form, perfectly detailing the last flower currently resting in his out stretched palm before standing from his knees, deciding it would be safer to take a quick picture of the albino in case he moved.

Maybe even more, Russia shouldn't mind too much if he shared them.

102. Behind:

Gilbert yawned as he opened the bedroom door, Ivan's arms slipping around his waist as he placed gentle kisses along his cheek and neck.

"Good morning, krolik"

"Morning." Gilbert placed a quick peck on the Russian's lips before heading to the kitchen, Ivan's arms remaining wrapped around him as they traveled through the hall.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Ivan rested his head on the Prussian's shoulder as he opened the fridge, silently inspecting the contents before shrugging his shoulders and moving his head to his lover's scalp. Prussia pulled out a pack of eggs from the and turned on a stove, Ivan setting a skillet atop the stove for the albino.

"So are you going to do this every time I go visit Ludwig for more than two days?" Ivan tightened his hold on the Albino as he heard the eggs sizzle, careful to avoid the his arms as he grabbed the spatula.

"Of course." Ivan placed a kiss against the albino's cheek before settling on his shoulder, where he remained for the rest of that morning.

103. Paranormal:

Gilbert scowled as he inspected the rotting walls of the abandoned building, the bristled wood lightly scrapping along his fingers as he maneuvered along the furniture scattered across the floor. Gilbert mumbled curses under his breath as he held out his hands, feeling along the room for a door of some sort when soft bricks scraped over his sleeves. Too think he actually agreed to spend the night in a haunted house whose inhabitants were apparently murdered by their own father, stupid fucking pride. Gilbert trembled as the air suddenly chilled around him, suddenly wishing he came more prepared for the night when the floor boards creaked behind him .

"You are cold, da?" Gilbert froze, a pair of warm arms wrapping around his waist and quickly pulling him to the center of the room.

"W-Was? Let go!" Gilbert turned his head from side to side as he stubbornly struggled against the strong arms around his waist, surprised the other male smiled, tightening his hold on the Prussian.

"You aren't scared?" Gilbert stopped, inspecting the slightly transparent hands around his waist and took a deep breathe, calming his nerves before looking up at the Russian's piercing violet eyes.

"Well, if you wanted to kill me you would have already done that so..Nein." The ghost raised an eyebrow at the Prussian's answer before giggling, resting his chin on the albino's shoulder.

"I like you, your funny, da? You will stay here." Now it was Gilbert's turn to raise an eyebrow as he found himself lifted onto the Russian's shoulder and swiftly carried up the stairs.

104. World:

Without the option to join the ongoing war as a distract like the Prussian normally would have done in the past, he instead took to pacing throughout the camp nervously. Lithuania sitting silently with the other Baltic states, having giving up on attempting to calm the albino when a loud cheer rang throughout the battlefield. The nations flinched at the sudden commotion when Russia walked toward them, a single bouquet of sunflowers in his hand as he limped toward Prussia with a smirk.

"I told you I would win." The soviet flag draped upon his back fluttered in the wind as he scooped the Prussian into his arms, snatching his lips to his. The bouquet of Sunflowers laid forgotten on the cracked earth as the soldiers and nations cheered around the couple.

105. Salsa:

Prussia laid on the couch, ignoring the slight burning of his mouth the male had gotten used to over years of eating with the Spaniard and dipped another chip into the salsa Spain had given him; deciding Prussia needed more spice in his meals, and tomatoes of course.

"Prussia?" Said male swallowed his chip and called to the Russian before taking another tortilla chip from the bag, soaking it in salsa and swallowing it whole. "What's that?" Russia asked as he pointed to the chunky substance.

"Salsa." Russia took an experimental sniff of the spice before grabbing a chip from the bag.

"Careful it's-" Prussia was cut of by a small yelp from the Russian as he held his tongue in pain, his violet eyes watering when the Prussia scooped him by the mouth. Taking a quick drink of his milk before connecting their lips, letting the think liquid sooth the burning tongue before swallowing and pinching the Russian by the nose.

"And you call me sensitive."

106. Taste:

Ivan smiled as he kissed his lover, lightly stroking his neck before moving to his shoulder. Inspecting the hundred year old scar running down his back before sinking his teeth into the skin, Gilbert twitching silently as the Russian suckled the wound. A metallic taste filled the Russian's mouth as he released the skin, running his tongue soothing over the skin before kissing the scar.

"I'm jealous."

"Of the scar?"

"No..the person who made the scar." Gilbert turned his head to look at the Russian before he continued. "No matter how many times I mark your body it will always fade, these scars..will never fade." Gilbert sighed, cupping the Russian's cheek in his palm.

"And yet you've left the biggest scar of them all." Gilbert pulled him into a kiss, leaving Ivan pondering his statement as he left the room.

107. Safe:

Prussia absentmindedly ran his fingers over the strong arms of the Russian holding him against his chest as they laid comfortably in their bed, Russia fast asleep. It was confusing, so very confusing to the Prussian that he could feel so utterly safe wrapped in these arms that used to send him into an untamable fit of rage. All they had to do was wrap around him and he could instantly breathe again, forget the past, worries, pains, all of it. And just breathe.

108. Belief:

"Mein gott, Ivan I'm fine!" Gilbert struggled with the Russian's current hold on his shoulders as he attempted to run a bath.

"Nyet! You always get sad today..." Gilbert sighed, slipping the Russian's arms to his waist as he cupped his cheek his brows slightly furrowed as he inspected his lover.

"That's not what your really worried about." Ivan lowered his eyes, inwardly cursing his lover's ability to see through his every mask. "I'm alive." Ivan looked back up at the Prussian's stern tone. "I'm still here." Gilbert forced him to look into his eyes. "Believe when I say, I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm always going to worry." Ivan leaned into the Prussian's shoulders, silently listening to the steady beating of his heart as his lover embraced him.

"Ja..I know."

109. Socks:

Prussia clenched his teeth as he struggled with the stubborn fabric of his socks before tearing them off and throwing them to the floor, sinking into the couch cushions with a sigh of relief as the trapped feeling melted away with the cold chill of the room. Russia watched with interest as his lover's muscles relaxed from their tensed state at the removal of the simple clothing.

"You don't like socks Prussiya?"

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A/N:

Chocolate: No Comment.

Smell: Someday he'll admit he's head over heals for his Commie. Someday.

Behind: It's become a normal thing for them.

Paranormal: I honestly don't even know what this and am currently in an incredible foul mood which leaves me powerless to fix it..

World: Just to clear up any questions, in this particular moment Russia is the Soviet Union and the Baltic nations are still under his control and such. But, lets just say everyone wanted to become one with Russia.

Salsa: So random...

Taste: No Comment.

Safe: I really like this one :)

Belief: What is happening in this scene is Russia is scared, well terrified of losing Prussia and built the wall in order to protect him. the current date at the moment is November 9, and the wall fell on November 9, 1989. And he thought Prussia would fall with it.

Socks: I have a random deep hatred for socks, they make me feel trapped for some odd reason..

translation(s): Verdammt: Dammit