A/N: Hey everyone, I'm glad so many of you liked how they had a real moment for once instead of dreaming. I was almost sadistic enough to make that all a figment of Prussia's dream again…. As in he passed out and dreamed all that but he didn't know it but…. I thought they deserved to actually have a moment. Well, enough babbling, on to the story!

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Germany P.O.V.

"Ah, good to be free of those stupid things. They itched like hell." Prussia exclaimed as he sat on the couch next to me, beer in hand.

"And whose fault was that they were needed in the first place?"

"Ja, ja." He waved my comment off and took a swig of beer. "Ah, such a great beer, better than usual…. Wanna try some West?" He held his mug out to offer it to me.

"Sure." I replied, reaching to take it. Instead of grabbing it like I wanted, air met my hand as he pulled it away.

Before I could retreat, his unoccupied hand grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. I couldn't resist in my surprise so he was able to pull me very easily and attack my mouth. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected attack and he used my lapse to press the attack on with his tongue.

I could feel that damned smirk but my body and mind didn't really care as he massaged the tip of my tongue with his, trying to coax it into his mouth. The arm that had captured me found its way around my waist to press me closer and his other hand (no free of the beer) found hold at the back of my neck to keep it tilted into him.

I brought my arms up to push him away but my own hands betrayed me when they went above his chest and shyly around his neck. Damn that smirk, it seemed to grow to just mock me.

Fine…. I did enjoy it more than I was letting on…

I finally let him lead my tongue into his mouth and he tasted of beer. That beer was good… It was terrific! Was it the drink or was it because the taste of Prussia accented it?

My mind went blank as reflexes took over. My traitorous hand found hold in his hair and behind his neck, trying to press us closer together. I lavished in the Prussian tinted beer until the need for air won over my other reflexes.

I broke away gasping, a think link of saliva connecting us for a moment. I opened my eyes to see Prussia smirking down between us. What was he…?

I followed his gaze to see I had somehow ended up in his lap…. I felt my face go warm and tried to get off of him but the hand around my waist kept me in place. I sighed and waited for him to break the silence.

He apparently was waiting for me to break the silence, sending me a glance of sadistic expectancy with a smirk. That damn smirk… one of these days….

"Good beer… but next time, just give me the mug." I finally relented to break the stupid silence.

"Ah, but it's not as fun." He pointed out as his smirk seemed to grow somehow.

"Save it for Spain and France, I'm getting a real swig of beer." He allowed me to turn around but kept me firmly in his lap. I sighed but reached for the beer, which I now knew he put on my coffee table (without a coaster). I swallowed down my annoyance with a swig of beer. It was alright but…. Not as good as it was before….. I wouldn't even let myself think of why it was so much better at first.

"Oi West, can I have some?" the unthinkable reason asked.

"Ja…. If you don't try anything this time." I commanded.

"Me? Try something? Never!" he scoffed, missing my rolling eyes of disbelief.

I weighed the possibilities of another attack and decided to warily hand back the mug, refusing to turn around like he probably wanted.

"Ah…. This way is no fun…" he pouted but took the mug anyway. "Party pooper…." He muttered before I heard him gulp down some of the beverage. After his drink he remained silent for a moment then said "Hey West…" in a honey-laced voice.

"….What?" I asked cautiously, immediately hating his tone and how I was still his prisoner.

"When do I get my date?" he asked innocently.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked, fully knowing exactly what he meant but not wishing to admit it.

"That date you owed me when I healed. No more casts, so where is my date?" he asked, nuzzling his head into the back of my neck.

I immediately tensed at the at the invasion of my weak area. "I-I don't know what you are talking…. About…." I (regrettably) panted.

"Mmm… Do I need to remind you?" he all but purred, his voice dropping to a dangerously low pitch as his breath tickled my neck. My member twitched at as I thought of what his "reminding" might consist of exactly and a moan managed to escape my lips.

"There's nothing…. You need to remind… me…" I reluctantly said, my pride so far winning over natural urge.

"Oh? Nothing? Has your memory failed you that much?" He taunted, sliding one of his hands under my shirt. I gasped when his fingers lightly caressed my skin as they traveled upward, pausing only to tease one of my hardening buds.

The slinking hand grabbed my chin with splayed fingers, once of the slender digits lingering over my lips as if to silence them, and gently tilted my head sideways. I couldn't suppress a sudden shiver when the finger on my lips began to tap them in a tantalizing manner.

"There is no need to be reminded… I believe it is you wh-" I began to state before the teasing finger used my open mouth to slip in and fiddle with my tongue. The arm around my waist tightened and pressed my closer as he began to nibble on my ear.

"No need to be reminded?" He whispered "Bruder dear, I believe you are mistaken. You agreed to owe me. So… Is it a date… or-" His mouth left my ear and trailed down my jaw line, planting light kisses and an occasional nip until the path veered down my neck "this?"

The nips grew more and his path slowed to a crawl before stopping altogether. His tongue suddenly flicked slowly just below where the last nip was given before he grazed the spot with his teeth. I gasped around his finger which turned to a stifled moan as he latched on and began to slowly suck.

I could feel my eyes close and my head tilt more to give him better access. Damn my traitorous body…. "Nn… W-Why do I… owe you… again?" I panted with difficulty, almost completely forgetting why I wanted to fight in the first place. He stopped sucking but he licked the area again before releasing my neck from his teeth.

"I forget but you already promised…" He muttered quietly, clearly also forgetting the point of the conversation with the urge to continue. He kissed the abused spot lightly, almost causing me to throw away the argument and give him this.

"I promised…? Hmm… I guess… I should keep it then…" I relented in a slow, sleepy tone as I tried my hardest to keep the lust I felt out of my voice.

"Heh… Thanks West…." He said, reluctantly removing his finger out of my mouth and out from under my shirt. He let go of my waist but turned my head to the side to give me a quick peck on the lips.

When I finally was free, I got off his lap and sat beside him with a red face. "So West… Where ya taking me?" he asked with a smirk, leaning into my shoulder.

"I don't know…. Where do you want to go?" I asked, stiffening at his breach of personal space.

"Hmm… How about that other bar downtown? I heard they have a party every night, including tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yep, unless you want to do other things tonight." He replied with that stupid smirk, slowly bringing his arms up to wrap around my shoulders.

"N-Nope, tonight is good!" I said nervously, standing up and looking at the nearest clock. "We should get ready now." I blurted before bolting up the stairs.

"Alright, just meet me there!" I barely heard him call out.

Prussia P.O.V.

"Yep, unless you want to do other things tonight." I suggested while trying to capture his shoulders again.

He abruptly stood up, saying "N-Nope, tonight is good! We should get ready now." before running up the stairs to his room. Ah, such a virgin.

"Alright, just meet me there!" I shouted while forming a devious plan in my head to change my poor brother's innocence. All we had done since that first kiss was exchange a few more kisses, all started by me, and cuddle a few more times, also started by me. Everything we had done I also had to trick out of him, like with the beer.

Having no casts and far less injuries made room for more elaborate plans and less excuses like "You're hurt, don't over exert yourself!" or "You're going kill yourself!" Excuses I have hear one too many times when things started to get hot.

Tonight was going to be different.

I got up and went to my room as well, rummaging through old things. "Where is that outfit…?" I muttered when the one thing I wanted refused to appear. "I know it's here some- Ah ha!"

I pulled out a tux bag from the back of my closet. The bag was a bit misleading but if Germany ever went into my closet for some reason, he wouldn't think twice about it, besides probably to wonder why I had it, and leave it alone.

I unzipped the bag and looked at the fabric it contained with a wicked grin, lightly stroking the smooth material. There was NO way West was going to keep his hands off me when he saw this.

After gently laying the irresistible clothes on my bed, I turned to look for a few other items for personal appearance and, hopefully, gain.

About half an hour later I put on my hat and boots before examining myself in the nearest mirror. My hair looked good under the hat but it dared to look messy at the same time, a contradiction that was sure to grate on West's nerves. I couldn't help but grin at the idea before checking the rest.

The stupid hospital never gave me back my Iron Cross. I was glad I decided to get more than one Iron Cross even if the version I was wearing now was slightly different. It was a black leather chocker with the Iron Cross as the tag. Perfect accessory.

When the rest of the examination satisfied me, I couldn't help but think how West wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me. But… Just in case… Let's just say I was able to hide a few more accessories in my clothes.

All I needed now was a few sprits of cologne… I rummaged through all the bottles I had and almost passed over the best scent of them all. I backtracked and picked up the vial with Russian lettering all over it.

I had no idea what was in it but it smelled awesome, even if Russia was the one who gave it to me. Sure, his taste in alcohol sucked as well as his fashion and manners but he seriously knew how to choose cologne. And when we were dating and I wore the cologne, he couldn't keep his hands off of me. Maybe it would do the same to Germany and that was exactly what I wanted.

I put on a few drops under my gloves and around my chocker. Perfect.

I decided to lie around for a little until I heard the door downstairs shut, signaling Germany's departure. I waited for a few more minutes then followed. So far everything was going great. What could go wrong?

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E/N: Alrighty then… here is this chapter. Sorry it took a while again *is suddenly lazy* reviews help me write faster. Only a few more chapters left, will there be real lemon? Will we ever find out what Prussia is wearing? Will I ever shut up? Questions that will be answered in the next chapter. And a shout-out to all peeps who have reviewed so far in order of latest to earliest *still lazy*: DokterZeirmet, XxxBlackStar, Lumoa, Gilbert Feliciano, milk-DEErunkereDD, whitetyger123, Kajou, and NekoKiku of Love. Thank you guys for all the reviews and support! I hope the story is still going good, and for those of you who weren't listed, I love reviews (psst! It tells me if I am screwing up! And it makes me write faster!) And a special shout out to my little sis, who I just got to love yaoi. I intro-ed her to Germancest and so far she is loving them and gets pist when I tell her "censored" when I read certain parts. She is ten and still doesn't know what sex is :/ so I can't test it out on her :/ Well, until next time, let yaoi prevail your every thoughts!