Can you say beast? Yeah, we're beast. *yawns* But it's like 3 AM. I'm exhausted. BUT I love you guys so I'm uploading now x3 ain't I nice? And really, 13th chapter won't exist without you all! Just as Gil and Luddy questions dammit! X'D Mmm but yes! Non-emo chapter for ya guys~ I feel like there is more to say... Guess not. Don't forget! Ask questions!
Chapter Twelve: MIA
It was an early morning only for one member of the German family. Germany himself and all of the dogs were really very used to being up at this time of day. And it was early for Fritz as well, but it's not as if he noticed. He was still fast asleep in the sleepy Prussian's hair. But Germany really could care less as he stood in his kitchen, dressed in a suit with bags waiting beside the front door. It was a meeting between related German and Spanish companies, so of course both he and said Spaniard had to attend. And while it was of the less life threatening sort Germany was worried for the ones he was leaving behind just as Antonio was. Worry that was shown in his millionth retelling of the standing rules and such to his love he'd dragged out of bed.
"All the meals you'll need and even more are wrapped in the fridge. The ones that need to be heated are in the clear wrapping, the rest are in the green. No going out to bars, I won't be here to go and pick you up. Feed the dogs on time and don't give them table scraps. Walk them at least once. I've washed all of your clothes so you don't need to worry about finding clean ones." Through the entirety of his speech Ludwig had even gone so far to point or nod at the source of each bullet point. At the end he turned to Prussia with his stern gaze. "Verstehst?"
Many parents used the excuse of love when they placed numerous rules and regulations upon their children. If this excuse was bound in truth than Germany was probably the most loving person in the world towards Prussia. In all honesty he was just a worrier, and he always would be. When you were leaving perfectly regimented dogs with your fairly irresponsible lover for a few days anyone would be. A lover that couldn't cook even the most simplest dish properly or do his own laundry, a lover that had the tendency to go out to bars than call his brother to pick him up if he didn't go home with one of his two friends. Yes, Germany was perfectly right in his anxieties.
Said irresponsible lover was close to falling asleep on his feet as he just nodded in response to Germany's question. Sure, he hadn't really understood a word the blond said, but he had said it enough that Prussia knew what he was supposed to do by now. Yawning, he reached up to wrap his arms around Germany's neck and kissed him sweetly. "Go have fun with your boring business stuff West. Don't be such a worrywart."
"You give me reason to be," the blond muttered in a sigh. "I already fed the dogs, go back to bed so you don't hit your head and have a concussion falling asleep standing." At this he returned the kiss, this one lasting a fair bit longer and gaining a more passionate tint considering it would be their last for a few days. In its breaking Ludwig placed a hand atop the head of silver hair. "Be good." With that order he went to the entrance of his house and picked up his bags to leave.
The kiss jerked Prussia to a fuller conscious and allowed him to remember something very important. "Ah! West! Wait right there!" He ran down the hall to his room and grabbed an envelope. Grinning like a mad man, Prussia pranced back to the front door and Germany. "Don't open it until I'm really bored and tell you to, okay?"
Germany took the envelope with a risen brow. "Du bist komisch," he murmured in a side glance to the grinning Prussian. Knowing him whatever was enclosed could be nowhere near normal. But he took it all the same, if a bit cautious as he slipped it into his bag.
"Hee but you love me!" Prussia sang as he hugged Germany again. Upon pulling away, he kissed his lover deeply.
'And sometimes I have to wonder why,' was what came to Germany as he ended the kiss, a bit unwilling himself. "Be good," he repeated in hopes of chilling it into the albino's brain. Germany wouldn't be too happy to return to his home in shambles, or worse, horribly messy. A shudder had to be suppressed at the thought of how bad it could get. Forcefully he shoved it to the back of his mind and gave Gilbert one last goodbye kiss before he stepped out the door.
With a sigh, Prussia looked down to Aster with a lopsided grin. "Wanna come sleep with me in the bed?"
As rude as it was to talk on the phone in public, and even more so in a confined space such as an airplane, Germany relented and allowed himself to call his house from his seat in the plane. Knowing Prussia if he wasn't woken up by some means he would sleep a good majority of the day. So, since he wasn't there to do it in person, Germany thought he might as well call him to do so. With an awkward sort of apologetic glance to those around him for being 'that guy' he put the phone to his ear and listened as it rang.
While it was easy for Prussia to sleep through the obnoxious ringing; it was quite the challenge for one of the dogs accompanying him in the bed. Blackie, like the albino, was content on clinging to sleep rather than allow the clamor to wake him up. Hyperactive Aster, on the other hand, was quickly going insane. Her pacing back and forth over Prussia's sleeping body received scolding glares from Berlitz, who was too obedient to Germany to disobey such a longstanding rule that dogs were not allowed on the furniture, on the floor. Whining, Aster started licking Prussia's face in hopes of waking him up to answer the phone.
With two of his senses being attacked, Prussia finally cracked an eye open to glare at Aster. "This is the thanks I get for letting you sleep on the bed?" He grumbled crossly, ready to go back to sleep. Aster whined again and nudged his hand in the direction of the bedside table where the phone resided. With a reluctant sigh, Prussia sat up and scratched the Golden Retriever behind the ear as he answered the damn phone. "Aaaalloooo."
"Get the dogs off the bed," Germany answered right away with a hint of irritation. Of course he had known it would happen, but there was little he could do to stop it. "And brush your teeth before breakfast." The people around him quickly assumed the blond man was speaking to a child or teenager left at home. Little did they know he had to tell a full grown man to do such things.
"Eeeeh? West? Why'd ya have to wake me up?" Prussia laughed as he nuzzled with Aster. "And the dogs aren't on the bed, how would you know?"
"Because I can hear them. Now get up. Don't sleep in more than you have already."
"You don't have super sonic hearing West! You can't know for sure! And I'm going back to sleep, you can't stop me."
"I can by calling until you do. Up, now."
"I can unplug the phone~"
"Bruder," Germany growled.
"Mein Gott West! You're such a mother!" Prussia pushed his sheets about as if he was getting out of bed and said into the phone, "I'm getting up, okay?"
"Teeth."
"What? You seriously want me to brush my teeth on the phone for you?"
"No, sound of the bathroom door will work just fine. I'm not interested in my phone getting any foam on it."
Damn West wasn't making this easy... Prussia grinned and covered the speaker to whisper to Aster, "Hey go open the bathroom door." The dog only stared back at him blankly, her tail wagging as she waited for more petting.
"Bruder." Gott he may as well be talking to the kid brother the other passengers thought he was.
"Oh fine. You're so demanding!" With a huff, Prussia got up for real this time and stomped across the room. "Now aren't you not supposed to use cell phones on the plane?"
"Only American airlines ban them because they don't know their way around technology," Germany replied. Of course he knew the rules for practically everything ever known.
"Oh whatever." Prussia sighed and turned the sink on. "Hear that? Can you stop bugging me now?"
There was a roll of blue eyes. "Alright I'll stop 'bugging' you. Have a nice day." Germany hung up with his own sigh. He'd have to wash the sheets when he got back to get all the hair off.
"Keh. He acts like I can't take care of myself," Prussia grumbled as he shut the water off. He hated brushing his teeth in the morning, it made everything taste minty. Yawning, he wandered into the kitchen to stare at the fridge. He didn't feel like heating anything up, and there was nothing wrong with cold sausage! He grabbed up a plate and went to his old room, which was more of the mess room now.
While nibbling on his breakfast, passing bits to Aster and Blackie, Prussia played some of his multiplayer games that allowed him to talk with the other players. West hated his yelling and cursing while talking to the others, so he banned it not soon after. But Germany's bans only last while he was around. Soon the house was filled was Prussia's voice as he ranted and ordered others around.
To say the least, it didn't take long for everyone on the server to get fed of with him. Sensing the resentment, he went off to another group. And then another. And then another. After a while, he got annoyed with everyone yelling for 'OreSama' to log the fuck off, so he just started playing one of Japan's hentai dating sim games. Even that got boring after an hour.
He wanted West...
"Fuuuuck, so bored!" Prussia whined to Fritz, who was pecking at his fingers in an attempt for attention. With a grin, Prussia started stroking the chick's feathers. West would just tell him what to do if he called him... "Oh!"
Still petting Fritz, Prussia grabbed for his cell phone with his free hand and quickly typed up a text to Germany. 'Hey West! How evrythin goin? Done w/ the flight yet?'
Confused at the single vibration from his pocket and not multiple, Germany tugged the phone from his pocket as he continued on his way to pick up his bag. A groan came from the back of his throat. A text message… He really disliked texting. It was incredibly awkward for him. Far too soon it became a hassle, seeing as with his large fingers he usually hit more than one button and would have to go back. But if he didn't respond he knew very well Prussia would just plague him with texts until he did.
After a fair bit of grumbling and angry button mashing he managed to get out a reply. 'Just landed.' Never said it would be a long reply…
Yay! He actually replied! Grinning from ear to ear, Prussia instantly responded. 'Cool! I'm playing vidgames~ but I'm still bored. Entertain me Weeeeeeeeest'
Germany felt his brow twitch. First Prussia whined about being called by him, and now he was asking him for entertainment. 'Nein,' he sent simply, quickly stuffing the device back in his pocket to retrieve his bag as it came round.
"Can you believe him Fritz? So mean!" A sly grin lit his features. Well, he had been planning on doing it tonight... But, what was a little sneak peek? 'But West, I'm soooo lonely without you. The feel of your hand running across my skin...'
Feet came to a dead stop. Blue eyes widened at the text across the screen. Then, finally, a blush took his face. Germany put the cell back in his pocket and covered his face with his hand to regain himself, walking out of the airport. He wasn't going to play that game right now.
It took a good amount of time for Prussia to finally give up on a reply from West. 'You suck =3=' he finally sent. He jumped to his feet a stretched. What to do what to do... "Oh I'll go visit Francis!"
Content with his decision, Prussia pulled on a shirt, dressed Fritz in his helmet and goggles, and locked up the house before jumping on his bike and riding off to France's house. As usual, he barged right in without any warning, a greeting on the tip of his tongue, but then he saw the scene in the front room. France and England were sprawled out on the sofa, currently in the commonly known as '69' position. Blink. Blink. "Well this is awkward."
Awkward didn't even begin to describe it. England had been languidly trailing his tongue along the length of the French cock while fingers toyed with his inside when the door had opened on them. Immediately all actions were ceased on the Englishman's part so he could promptly scramble off France and shove him off the couch. "Do you even know the meaning of knocking, git!" England cried, thoroughly flushed as he reached for his pants to cover himself.
France only propped himself up on his elbows with an amused smirk. "I'm assuming Ludwig left on his business trip today and Gilbert is bored."
"Yeah..." Prussia grinned a crooked grin and started crossing the room towards the two. "Can I join?"
"Hell no!" Thick brows furrowed dangerously in the angry shout.
"But I want to do something fun and West won't sext with me! Come on Iggy, you won't regret it! I'm awesome!"
France just continued to smile and looked from albino to blond as they bantered.
"Do you bloody German's not know the meaning of no!" England would have left long ago, if it weren't for his being naked from the waist down and still working on forcing himself down. So for now all he could do was shout at the Prussian and toss pillows at him.
Oh you guys suck," Prussia whined as he dodged a pillow. He paused the burst into laughter. "Suck a lotta dick you two! See ya!" Quick as he could, Prussia was out the door before England could kill him.
France laughed and grabbed England by the wait, pulling him back onto the sofa. "Let's continue sucking dick, hm?"
With Prussia gone, England had to be happy with killing France instead, various English curses and a number of slaps and punches heard from the Frenchman's house after the departure of the Prussian.
Having escaped the fury of the United Kingdom, Prussia spent the rest of the day in a vegetable state. Nothing he did was enough to keep boredom at bay, especially because the one thing he wanted to do, he couldn't. Stupid West wasn't answering any texts either! Either he was deleting them all without reading them or his phone was off. 'Well,' Prussia thought with a smirk. 'Either way I'm bugging him. Kesese.'
Come dinnertime, he heated up one of the premade meals West left and sat on the floor with the dogs as he ate. Sure, he gave them their dog food, but they looked so pathetic he just had to give them some of his dinner! Besides, they needed to be spoiled every once and a while!
Once their tummies were full, Prussia took the group out into the yard so they could do their business. West had said take them on a walk, but Prussia really didn't feel like juggling three dogs and their leashes. So instead, he made himself comfortable on the grass as they ran about and Fritz nestled into his stomach. Once again, he tried texting his lover. 'Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest.'
There had only been mild surprise on the part of Germany when he had turned his phone back on once the meeting let out for the day so they could all go to dinner then their own devices. But there had been a fair bit of annoyance in response to the bursting inbox. Prussia should have known he wouldn't text often, much less during a meeting such as this. But now as a hand loosened his tie and the other shouldered off his suit jacket Germany sat on his bed with a sigh and began the grueling task of punching out a reply.
'What now?'
'Ah! U live! Kese. Can u talk?'
Happy to get away from the damned texting, Germany simply called Prussia at this point. With his tie, jacket, and shoes neatly put away, he lay on the bed leaning back against the headboard. "I take it from your numerous texts you never got around to relieving your boredom?"
"Not at all! Francis was boring too!" Prussia held Fritz to his stomach as he jumped up to his feet. "Ooooi! Doggies! Inside, come on, come on!"
With the dogs following after him, Prussia went back inside and locked the door behind him. As he spoke, he checked the other doors and headed towards their room. "He and Iggy were getting it on when I came in. For such a prude, Iggster really knows how to get it on."
Already a German facepalm. Was this a record? Germany wasn't quite sure. "Did I really need to hear that? I don't think I did."
"What? I'm sharing about my day!" Prussia flopped onto the bed, Aster and Blackie right behind him. "Isn't that what couples do when they're separated?"
"I wouldn't know," Germany sighed. "All the same, France and England… Ja, I could have gone without knowing. Is that all you did?"
"Well I played video games and napped some… I tried texting you," Prussia huffed and pushed Aster, who was trying to lick his face, away. "How was your lame-o meeting?"
"I don't like texting in the first place. And even if I did, I wouldn't during a meeting. A meeting that doesn't have legs, so they can't be broken, thus the word lame doesn't apply. It was fine, I suppose. A bit strange, Spain didn't show up for the second half."
"Wait he actually showed up? I didn't think it was possible for him to leave Lovino! Ahha!"
"His boss was furious. Seemed he was making up excuses not to come until Romano took the phone and said he would. Thus Spain complained the entire time…"
"Eeeh he went back to Lovi then~" Prussia snickered and looked to the dogs slyly. "Hey West, you have nothing else to do tonight?"
At this Germany rose a brow. He threw it aside, simply assuming Prussia would want to talk for a while. He shrugged. That was no problem. From the bed he stood, openning his bag to pull out his pajamas. He may as well get comfortable.
"Nein, nothing else is planned."
"Oh good," Prussia growled, licking his lips. He needed some fun after such a boring day. "You should check out that envelope I gave you."
Now there was more reason for Germany to raise his brow. As he undid the buttons of his shirt he had been moving to set the phone down on the bed for a moment while he undressed. But he paused and brought the device back to his ear at this strange suggestion, leaving his shirt unbuttoned. "What in the world did you-?" Doing as he was told, curious though a bit suspicious, Germany returned to his bag to retrieve the envelope.
Before it could be opened and the contents in question seen there was a knock at his door. "Ein Moment," he said into the phone before he set it aside. By the time he reached the door he had redone a majority of the buttons to his shirt. "Was?"
From the other end of the phone Prussia could hear a bit of the conversation. And all was explained when following the parting note between the two men and the closing of the door with Germany returning to the phone. "Es tut mir leid, Bruder, but Spain left without telling anyone or taking his things. His ride back has already been paid for as well. I need to deal with this. Gute Nacht," and he hung up.
Silence filled the room at Prussia stared at the phone. The phone that was now useless. West hung up on him. "What the fuck?" He yelled, throwing the phone back in its cradle. "How could West do that to me? That's SO not cool! He was about to open my present too. Ugh stupid Antonio! It's his fault…"
Totally miffed, Prussia grabbed the phone again and dialed Spain's number. Since he ruined his chance for West time, he was going to ruin his Romano time!
Which would have been hard indeed when taking into consideration Spain was already high on all of the Romano time he was getting. After his return and teary reunion with the Italian they had retired to the couch so Romano could drift off in his lap as Spain whispered sweet Spanish lullabies into his hair. As the phone rang he quietly reached for it and answered, smile obvious in his voice. "Hola mi amigo~"
"You jerkface! West has more work and can't play with me cause you ran off! I hope Lovino kicked you!"
Already the Spaniard had a hard time reading the signals people give off called emotions, but put him on cloud nine? Yeah, no, you're not getting anything out of him. "Mi Romanito didn't kick me~ He hugged me and is now asleep and so cute. He has such a cute sleeping face~" Spanish pedo, anyone?
Talk about unfair! Prussia groaned and slammed the phone down, promptly hanging up on his friend. This really sucked, beyond sucked. Had this been just a few months ago, he would have called France by now to hang out with him. But, he couldn't do that now. Sure, they wouldn't do anything, but he would still feel guilty knowing how much Germany couldn't stand the guy. Eh, might as well catch up on lost sleep.
Without any rush, Prussia went about getting ready to go to sleep. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, and pulled on some pajama bottoms. Heck, he even picked up his clothes that he had just dropped on the ground and put them in the laundry basket! But he still didn't feel ready to go to sleep…
The albino stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed in pondering thought. He knew what was missing, but there was no way of getting West into the bed with him. His eyes lit up as he pranced over to Germany's hamper and dug through the clothes until he found a relatively clean shirt that smelled completely like West. Grinning like an idiot, Prussia pulled the shirt on, and then nestled into bed with the animals. It was almost enough to make it seem like West was with him.
The next day involved much more idle sitting. Prussia felt rather pathetic, not being satisfied by anything he did simply because West wasn't there, but ignored the feeling. So much of his days consisted either of bugging West or doing 'pointless things' as West liked to call them. But lately, the pointless thing were only fun because West would come in every once and a while trying to get him to do something else. It was just wonderful knowing that West was always thinking of him.
West in a meeting was a really lame West. He wouldn't answer any texts, and even if he did they were short and during breaks. Just lame, lame, lame. The only thing that kept Prussia from bugging Germany to no end was the promise of that night. While yesterday had been interrupted, nothing would stop his fun this time. Nothing.
So he spent the day thinking of what was to come. While thinking, he moved about the house to West-y places. He hanged out in Germany's office for quite some time, even napped at his desk. More time was spent chilling in the back yard with some beer as the dogs played around. Eventually, it started to grow dark.
He had made it very clear in his numerous texts that West was to call his cell by eight. Ecstatic for their phone date, Prussia called everyone inside and closed the house down for the night. Cell phone in hand, the albino made himself comfortably on Germany's side of the bed and waited anxiously for his ring tone to start playing.
And it did finally ring. Maybe a little after eight, but because Germany had to make sure there was nothing that would make him leave his room and hang up on Prussia again. His sanity needed a break from the nonstop texts, so he might as well go along with whatever the albino had planned. It was because of this must for his sane mind that a giant sigh left the body of the muscular man before he called Prussia up. "I'm assuming you had another fruitless day?"
Prussia was all smiles as he put his phone on speaker so he could set it next to him as he spoke. "Of course not! I got a lot of sleep! How were the stupid meetings?"
Yep, completely fruitless. He should have known. "Interesting, to say the least, without Spain there… His boss is still fairly angry."
"Pssh. He could care less. I called the idiot last night. He's totally eating up all the attention from Lovi." He paused then grinned as he said in a singsong voice, "Speaking of attention. You should check out my present now~"
The contents of this present completely eluded Germany as to what they could be. What was so important about them that he absolutely had to see them? And why when he was alone in his room? A prayer that for once in his centuries long life Prussia did something halfway normal was sent up in German as the envelope was produced. "Alright, I'm opening it," Germany sighed as he slid out the slips within.
Naturally, the contents inside were anything but normal by Germany's standards. There was a collection of photos, every single one with Prussia as the subject. Prussia, in several suggestive and even more purely erotic positions half-dressed in crazy outfits. There was the return of his leather BDSM 'outfit.' There was another of him in Germany's old uniform, the front wide open so he could play with himself. Heck, there was even a picture of him handcuffed and buck naked. How he managed to take these pictures was beyond imagination.
"Kesese, you open it?"
Sanity? What was that? Obviously Gilbert didn't know, and he felt an insatiable need to force Germany into a state without it. With each photo a bit of it was chopped away from his mind until he was left with none. With none, and pants that were suddenly tighter than they had been before. Even if they were tossed aside onto the mattress Germany was unable to tear his gaze away from them as he released a shaky sigh. "Bruder, these is… something very wrong with you."
Oh he got to him all right. Slowly, Prussia trailed his fingertips up his body to tweak his nipple, eliciting a small, sensual sigh. "You're right," he breathed into the phone. "I'm not hard at the thought of you looking at them yet."
As the side of him that came out during sex was cued by the visionary senses Germany was unable to use it as a way to forget his pride, and simply had to suffer as he ran a hand over his face. Strings of orders were barked at his brain to stop giving him images of the scenes from the photos beside him and of the Prussian that starred in them at his house. "I should have known it was something like that you'd give me." Why was it so damn hot all of a sudden?
"Mmm Weeest," Prussia whined as he played with his nipple. "Tell me what you want to do with me~"
An unhealthy bit of teeth grinding was followed by a growl. Even with his hand covering his eyes Germany continued to see lewd pictures of his Prussian love. "Gott, Bruder, do you have to do this?"
Prussia whimpered and slowly started rubbing the fabric of his pants against his hardening dick. "But West, this is the closest I can get to you while you're away."
"Closest implies being physically near one another. Gott, if I was…" Had he just said that? Insanity was contagious. And it managed to reach through phones. It had a strange little side effect, which was a long lasting erection and vivid imagery of a pale haired demon committing lewd acts upon himself.
"If you were here, you'd what-" Prussia pulled his length of his pants and rubbed his thumb around the head, making him gasp out, "West?"
Even in this state of mind he was Germany, and this meant he weighed out the pros and cons of continuing on this path. If he didn't he would be left with a hard-on in his hotel room and little means of ridding himself of it beyond masturbation with no help from his mind at all. And when he returned home he would be greeted with an annoyed Prussian. If he did neither would happen. He would lose a fair bit of pride, but it still came out as the better course of action.
"You wouldn't be speaking, that's what."
Prussia moaned and licked his lips. He loved it when West got commanding. "What should I be doing instead, West?" He whispered ever so quietly.
If was going to do this he may as well go all the way. Germany shifted on the bed so he could sit against the headboard and undo his pants to release some of the pressure on his straining cock. "By now we would already be to… Prepping."
"Oh we would, really?" Prussia laughed quietly to himself as he reached over to the drawer next to the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube. He pulled his pants completely off to get onto his knees. After covering his hand with the sweet smelling gel, Prussia trailed his fingers around his waist to his rear. Not allowing himself a chance to expect the feeling, Prussia shoved two slick fingers past the walls of muscles with a loud moan.
A shudder passed down Germany's spine whilst his cock twitched faintly, already weeping in response to all of the mental and auditory stimuli. Damn meetings, they were the reason he wasn't there seeing this, doing this himself! There was a faint thunk as the back of his skull met the headboard. Germany tried to catch his rapid breathing and make it slow, not make his heart beat so quickly.
"Weeest," Prussia whined as he slowly wiggled the fingers deeper. "Say some-" a gasp "-thing."
"Find it," Germany breathed into the phone.
He didn't need to be told twice. After adding a third finger and spreading them out, Prussia sent them deeper and deeper. Then there was that flash of white behind his eyes and the electric pleasure running through his spine. Keening in delight, Prussia placed his head on the pillows to use his other hand to stroke his weeping member.
Miles and countries away a second shaft was being handled. Germany ran his hand along his pulsing dick and gave a groan. "Move… Move them," he managed.
"I-I can't!" Prussia gasped, shuddering as he brushed the bundle of nerves with his fingertips. Just managing this was difficult enough! West was asking too much!
"You can and you will." So maybe that side of Ludwig could come out, even through phone sex…
Prussia groaned and brought his hips forward as he pulled his hand back, swiftly slamming them back together. He cried out and buried his face in the pillows as he continued the painstaking process, shivering and convulsion with the gratifying sparks it brought.
"Harder." A pumping motion had begun, slowly at first, on the shaft in Germany's hand. He grunted faintly, brow twitching. What he wouldn't give to have it in something warmer, something much more fun. Times of prior copulations helped ease the thoughts of what he was missing out on.
"I am!" The albino cried, squirming to attempt to possibly make his fingers hit harder.
"Bruder," the German growled, grunting at the boiling in his groin. "Bruder, come."
"Fuuck." Adding to his moving digits, Prussia resumed playing with his rock hard dick. He breathed heavily into the phone as he worked closer and closer to his climax. "West," he moaned, both hands dripping with fluids, as he cried out and shuddered all over, promptly collapsing onto the mattress.
The sound of a panting Prussian and the short squeal of bedsprings was accompanied with that of a German coming into his hand. Finally his heart and breath began to return to normal with his release. "You planned this," he sighed after a few moments.
"Did I?" Prussia laughed and rolled onto his back. He picked up the phone and placed it on his chest with a smirk. "Hmm perhaps."
Grumbling at his own stupidity Germany reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand to begin cleaning himself. "You have no decency at all."
"Nah, I'm just smart, that's all~"
"I don't think smart is the proper word to be used here. Komisch sounds more like it."
"I don't think your dick agrees West," Prussia said with a snicker, quickly followed after by a yawn.
German brow twitch. "Go to bed, Bruder."
"But that means I have to hang up and not hear your voice anymore."
At this Germany faltered a little, feeling a bit bad. "I'll be back tomorrow. There's only a short meeting in the morning."
Red eyes instantly lit up in delight. "So you'll be back by the time I wake up? Kesese! Sweet!"
Better. "As you get up so late, it seems possible."
"Hmm. I suppose I can go to sleep now… Ich liebe dich."
"Ich liebe dich auch. Gute Nacht," Germany replied, then ended the longer, stranger than expected call. What a night… He'd really prefer to not go on anymore trips in the near future. With a sigh he went about getting ready for bed.
Despite what he had said Germany did not return in time to wake Prussia up. The world had set out to prove him wrong. A storm had appeared over night and presented problems for any flights, thus delaying all for a majority of the day and basically its entirety. Prussia hadn't been too happy about it unsurprisingly, but there was little that could be done. They had already booked a later flight for him, and Germany was not the type of man to turn anything down when someone had already gone through the trouble of doing it for him. As the storm not only messed any plans of his return it also decided to put radio towers in a skittish mood, going in and out. In turn talking to Gil much at all was out of the question. When Germany could understand him he zoned out, none too interested in hearing the complaints. His day was spent in the hotel reading what books he had brought, completely – blissfully – unaware of the Prussian antics whose damage of which he would no doubt have to deal with upon his return. Imagination ran rampant with all the problems that could have arisen over three whole days. The schedules of his dogs? Ruined. Kitchen? Probably littered with the plates of all the premade meals. And his bed… He shuddered. How much hair could have accumulated?
The horrendous thoughts followed Ludwig from the hotel to the airport onto the plane and home again. All the way up to the door. There they fell only because he was curious as to why there had been no answer to his call upon landing. Surely Prussia wasn't asleep already. But this showed to be true when he came to his, their, bedroom.
Two furry bodies curled around a third human one. The albino lay curled up on his side with Aster in a ball within the crook of his bent knees. Blackie had his head burrowed into the man's stomach, while Berlitz, ever faithful, lay on the floor. But even then it was just beside the bed, not an arms length away from Prussia. But the presence of canines in his bed was not the only strange thing. The positioning of the man was also off, for he was on the side of which Germany slept. Stranger still, he wore little, and what he did appeared to be one of Germany's white button up shirts. Hadn't he done laundry so Prussia would have more than enough clean clothes for him to wear? So strange…
There was a smile on Germany's face for a second then. Surrounding himself with the animals, sleeping on his side, in his clothes. He shook his head. "Du bist komisch, Bruder," he murmured, gently waking the dogs to push them off the bed. Jetlagged as he was, Germany bothered little more than removing his shoes, socks, coat, and tie and loosening his shirt before slipping into the bed to spoon the awaiting frame. He nuzzled pale locks. Yes, he had missed this. "So komisch."
End of Chapter Twelve
And there you have it, people xD lighthearted chapter after the tear ridden 11. We'd had this one in mind for a while. There's a pic of Gil in a kinda big white dress shirt hugging Luddy's head as he's carried by the annoyed German. I think it was from that one this sprang from. Try and find it, it's cute~
The next chapter is random questions for Gil and Luddy. C'mon, people, gives us whatever you want! Boxers or briefs? Meaning of life? Don't you wanna know what these two would say? xD
