When you get to a certain age you always seem to experience a life crisis, be it midlife, quarter life, whatever. When it happens you tend to do some extreme things to compensate for it and make you feel better. And when you've lived as long as a nation you are bound to experience several of them. Prussia was currently going through his latest.
Prussia stalked over to Germany. Germany heard the odd jangling sounds of metal coming and looked up.
"Prussia! What the hell happened to you?"
"You like it West? Ha, why am I asking, of course you do! I look fucking hot!" There was no denying that. Prussia did indeed look fucking hot. He was wearing a skin tight white v-neck t-shirt. Over his v-neck he wore a fitted black leather jacket with all the works, zippers, buttons, you name it, it had it. His jeans were faded black and had a few rips and jags in all the right places. On his feet he wore a well-worn pair of combat boots, points for Prussia for having boots that have actually seen action. What contributed to all the jangliness was the several layered black and silver necklaces he wore, along with the few chains that hung around his pants. He ran a hand through his silver hair, which had been cut some and had more products in it that Germany went through in a month. To top it off the edges of his bangs had a pop of red, which went perfectly with his eyes.
"Ye-yeah. I do like it. But what's with the sudden change?"
Prussia shrugged. "I got bored. Anyways I come asking for a favor. Come with me to the body shop? I'm getting a piercing and I want you to help me decide which one"
"More?" Prussia already had one in his tongue and one in an, um more hidden private area.
"Yeah, the more the better. Besides, if I hate it I can always take it out" Being nations they could do things like remove a piercing and the area would go back to normal. This was good and bad, but in cases as England's it was good. He didn't need to be reminded of his punk phase daily.
"Oh, and don't bother getting you keys, I'm driving" Prussia waved his keys around. Once they got outside and Prussia convinced Germany the bike was insured and they wouldn't die, not like that was an issue, being immortal nations and all, Prussia shoved a helmet on Germany's head and then on his own and they sped off.
They arrived at the body shop and Germany thanked the gods for not letting Prussia run into anything or anybody and for not puking all over himself as they walked inside.
"Hey guys! Be with you in a sec!" greeted the heavily pierced, tattooed, and generally eccentricized out owner. Prussia nodded and they sat down. He picked up a chart with different piecing possibilities.
"What do you think about this one West? An industrial. Seems cool, right?"
"Yeah, it's not bad. I think it would look nice on your left ear because of your haircut"
"You're so sweet West!" Once Prussia had decided he was sat down in the piercing chair. It felt like being at the doctors, but willingly wanting to get stabbed in the flesh. He drummed his fingers nervously on his legs and shifted his eyes to Germany. Germany gave him a reassuring smile.
"Ready?" asked Nolan, the owner. Prussia nodded yes.
Nolan swiped Prussia's ear clean and marked the spots. Then he got his piercing needle. Prussia bit his lip when he saw it, but took a deep breath and prepared himself. Nolan held the needle on the outside of Prussia's cartilage. The first hole was going to be the lower one. On the inside of the cartilage he held a hollow needle, which the piercing needle would go into to guide it along straight after it went through the cartilage.
Nolan shoved the needle through. Prussia heard his cartilage crack and winced. The pain wasn't as bad as the noise was itself. The first hole was done. Nolan moved the hollow tube into the top of Prussia's inner ear so it touched the inside of it. Then he jammed the needle all the way through, and it came out forming a second hole. Nolan then took the barbell bar. He went to the bottom hole first and pushed the piercing needle up and through the hole, replacing it with the barbell. He continued pushing the barbell all the way up and again replacing the needle with the remaining barbell bar through the second hole. He then screwed the ends of the barbell shut with the rounded cap.
"You can open your eyes Gil. It's done" Prussia blushed. He couldn't believe he shut his eyes. Prussia jumped up and ran towards the mirror. He admired his ear from all sides.
"What do you think West?" Prussia asked eagerly.
Germany stared at his brothers red ear for a few seconds. "I like it. It looks good" he said smiling in approval. Prussia lit up.
"Thanks!" After the paid they went out to get lunch since Prussia was too hopped on up on adrenal and excitement to drive the motorcycle back home, and Germany wasn't sure how to drive one.
"So West, see any piercings you'd like?" Prussia asked with a mouthful of sandwich.
"Piercing aren't really my thing. Too flashy for me"
"You can always get a more hidden one" he whispered and ghosted his hands across Germany's crotch. Germany felt himself blush.
"Stop it Prussia! Were in public!" he whisper yelled.
"Just saying. Then we could match. And Nolan has the gentlest hands" Prussia said as he wiggled his eyebrows.
"I don't think anyone's gentle hands will help you when I pour this hot soup on your crotch if you don't stop it"
Prussia left the topic alone until Germany would be done eating.
