Sorge

Chapter 12

The day went surprisingly well.

In addition to Spain and France; Italy, Austria, Hungary and England also came over to help Germany plow through his pile of work. Prussia designated Spain to help him clean the house while Italy took the dogs to the park. England brought a laptop and a microphone so he could broadcast a BBC report live from the source, and Germany had fun ordering everyone else around like it was a military operation.

He felt...well, kind of awesome. He was well rested, his mind was sharp, and all the insurmountable problems he had yesterday were a piece of cake today. He never knew that getting laid had so many health benefits.

At one point, The doorbell rang and Germany opened the door to find Turkey standing on his doorstep with Greece slung over his shoulder.

"Hey, I found this guy in the street curled up in a fetal position under a pile of cats, he says he wants to speak with you." Turkey explained, dumping the disheveled Greece on the porch before turning and leaving.

"Danke, Sadik." Germany looked down at Greece, who twitched nervously as he clutched a white pastry box in his arms.

"Ludwig... I'm... I'm so stressed out. I don't know what to do. Also, Ivan keeps sneaking up behind me and massaging my shoulders. I'm not sure I like it. Please help me... I brought baklava."

Well, well... Looks like someone finally wanted to pay off their debts and stay in the Eurozone, Germany thought.

"Alright, Heracles. Let's see if we can figure something out." Germany took the baklava and let him in the house with an inward glow of triumph. Finally, this seemed to be getting somewhere.

But the real cherry on top of the day came during the middle of the afternoon. Germany suddenly looked up from his desk as he heard his front door open and slam. Brisk footsteps echoed down his hallway, and an uninvited voice called out:

"Yo, Lud! It's Alfred! I'm using you bathroom, thanks!"

At first Germany furrowed his brow in annoyance, but then an idea popped into his head. It was so simple, why hadn't he thought of it years ago?

"Excuse me, everyone," he calmly said, and left the office. He stood outside the bathroom and patiently waited as America finished up.

"Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate, and the playas gonna play play play play play, baby I'm just gonna shake shake shake shake shake, shake it off! shake it off!" America sang before flushing the toilet.

He washed his hands (to Germany's relief) and finally exited the bathroom.

"Whew! The mighty Mississippi was raging!"

America noticed Germany standing in the hall and grinned.

"Lud, were you listening to me pee? Wow, you really are into some strange stuff."

Germany smiled coolly.

"Alfred, I assume you're not here to help maintain the Eurozone."

"Nope. I'm just rollin' on through with some tanks and Patriot missiles. Want some?"

"Nein. Well, Maybe later. But never barge into mein house uninvited ever again! "

"Jeez, sorry, man, but I had, like, six Rockstars on the way over here. The Great Lakes were overflowing. What else was I supposed to do."

"Just knock first."

"Fine. Whatever. Oh, You're welcome, by the way! I hope your enjoying your brother. In fact, I know your enjoying your brother. Finally went for it, huh? How did things go last night? "

"That's none of your business." Germany replied through clenched teeth.

"Aw, c'mon. Spill it. How far did you go?"

Germany ignored the question. He really didn't feel like talking about it with America, especially not right now. He crossed his arms.

"Alfred, if word gets out about what you saw last night, or if you ever invade my privacy again... I will delete you as my Facebook friend."

"...What?!" America gasped. "You're joking... For real?!"

"For real."

America's lower lip trembled. Tears glistened in his sky blue eyes. He turned and gave Germany a hurtful look over his shoulder and humbly muttered:

"The NSA, CIA, FBI, DOD, PTA, FDA and EPA deny any and all knowledge of the events that occurred last night during the time between 8pm and 9pm eastern standard time in the general vicinity of the Beilschmidt residence in Berlin..."

America sniffed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "You know, I wasn't gonna tell anyone anyway! GAWD, LUD, YOU'RE SO SENSITIVE!" He dashed out the door.

"Cool," Germany thought, "I figured out how to make Alfred cry. Achievement unlocked!"

He chuckled to himself and walked back to his office.

For lunch, Germany baked the lasagna that Italy and Romano had made the day before and served it to everyone along with the baklava for dessert. Then he and the others continued working in the office until late afternoon, while Prussia and Spain were outside shoveling dirt back into the giant hole.

"Ay-yi- yi, Gilbert! I can't believe you dug this thing all by yourself," Spain tossed another shovelful of dirt and wiped his brow.

"Ja. It's a shame to see it go, but West is afraid that Feli and sissy-bitch Roderich will fall into it. Oh well, he's probably right. Not my best idea." Prussia, despite being physically sore in so many ways, was hurling dirt back into the hole at a rapid pace. He started humming an upbeat tune.

Spain studied him for a moment.

"You're acting unusually chipper about this, Gil," he commented. Typically when Prussia was made to disassemble his Austria-catching traps, he moaned and groaned about it.

"Well, what ever makes West happy makes me happy."

"Fusosos! It's so weird to see you two getting along. You know, he tried to hide it, but your brother seemed really sad yesterday when you were missing."

"Pfft. That dork." Prussia dismissively replied.

Of course, no one hid things better than Prussia. France and Spain were his goodtime buddies, but there were still a lot of things he preferred to keep secret from them. And the fact that he let his younger brother fuck his brains out last night fit well into that category. Yeesh, his heart actually fluttered when he thought about it.

Spain was getting a little weary of the shoveling, but Prussia desperately needed something to keep himself busy. Believe it or not, beneath his cool exterior was a churning sea of emotions.

"C'mon, Antonio, put your back into it and I'll drink sangria with you tonight."

"Now that sounds like a deal!" Spain resumed his shoveling with a bit more enthusiasm.

By the end of the day, much had been accomplished. There was still a lot to be done, but Germany was significantly caught up. He thanked everyone as they left. As the number of visitors dwindled, he felt the blood rushing to his face as he realized he would soon be alone in his house with Prussia, who, by the way, had just breezed into the kitchen shirtless and glistening with sweat and was currently rinsing his face off in the sink.

But then all of a sudden, Germany noticed France sneak up behind Prussia and pinch both his nipples, causing him to shriek and fall to his knees. Germany used all of his discipline to stay focused on England and his boring story about the rising jellyfish population in British waters, but the jack-assery of the situation soon became too much for him to bear, not to mention he really didn't enjoy watching France touch his brother like that.

"Francis, what the hell are you doing? Leave him alone," Germany asked in an annoyed voice.

"Ohohohon, it's not my fault, Ludwig. Gilbert knows better than to walk around shirtless in front of Frere, I know all of his sensitive spots!" Francis twisted Prussia's left nipple slightly, causing Prussia to make a high-pitched whine.

Luckily, before Germany could charge through the room to slap France across the face with a meat tenderizer, Spain walked in and saved the day. He saw the scene in the kitchen, rolled his eyes, and calmly walked over behind France and firmly grabbed his ass with both hands.

"Oh, la la! Antonio, is that you?" France froze with a euphoric look on his face.

"Francis, Gilbert has to get washed up so we can go to the tapas bar. On the count of tres, we all let go, si? Ready? Uno, dos, tres."

They both let go and Prussia got up quickly and crossed his arms protectively over his chest before turning to glare at France.

"Francis, what the hell?!" He snapped.

"What the hell?" Francis laughed, "You were asking for it, mon ami. Why are you strutting around like that anyway? Don't you know that Eliza and Roderich have left already?"

Prussia growled, but Spain interfered again.

"Ignore him, Gilbert," He herded Prussia in the direction of his basement bedroom, "Go get changed, it's time for tapas and sangria, ándele!"

"Well, that was... Interesting," England said after witnessing the stupid scene.

"Ja, a lot of dumb things happen when those three get together," Germany sighed.

France sat down at the kitchen table to wait for Spain and Prussia. He grinned up at England.

"Of course, Frère knows everyone's weak points, vraiment, Arthur?"

"Leave me alone, frog-breath," England huffed in response. He said a polite goodbye to Germany and headed out the door.

"... Except yours, Ludwig," France turned to look curiously at Germany. They were the only people left in the kitchen. "I've always wondered that about you. Is it the same for you as it is for Gilbert? Ohohon, wouldn't that be adorable!"

Outwardly, Germany scowled. But inwardly, he processed this interesting bit of information. Maybe Prussia hadn't told France or Spain about their activities at all. Or France could just be messing with him. Either way, Germany couldn't think of a tactful response.

"Hmm, maybe you don't know yourself in that way just yet. Alors, Frère is always willing to help you experiment."

"I'll pass." Germany replied. France was in rare form today. Must be a full moon.

Luckily, Germany did not have to be alone with him for too long. Prussia and Spain soon emerged from the basement looking a lot cleaner and ready for the tapas bar. France stood up to join them and said Adieu to Germany as Spain briskly ushered him and Prussia down the hall.

For a brief moment, Prussia looked back over his shoulder at Germany. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Spain yanked on his arm, and he disappeared out the door.

Germany felt a twinge of sadness and jealousy. Hmph. Maybe he wanted to go to the tapas bar too, but did anyone bother to invite him? Of course not. And didn't Prussia spend enough time with those two chuckleheads? Why couldn't he hang out at home for a change?

"I'm just being stupid," Germany muttered to himself. Whatever, being alone was fun. Maybe he could get some reading done.

Just then, he heard the back door open and the familiar sound of many excited feet stampeding towards him. The dogs, and Italy, were back.

Germany smiled as Aster, Berlitz and Blackie swarmed around his legs. He bent down to greet them. Italy rushed into the kitchen behind them.

"Luddy! We had so much fun today! We played fetch and went to the park and went swimming and took a nap and went to the movies, but then we got kicked out, so we went back to the park, and now we're here!"

"The dogs look really happy. Danke, Feli!" Germany plucked a piece of grass out of Italy's hair. It looked like he had been rolling around on the ground.

"So are you done with work for today? Can we finally play football?" Italy clasped his hands together hopefully.

"Ja, Feli, we can play football now."

A few hours later, Germany was relaxed on his couch with a beer in one hand and the TV remote control in the other hand. Playing football with Italy had been a good workout for him, although he never understood how someone so lazy could be so good at sports. Oh well, it was just another one of Italy's many mysteries, he supposed. Ah, speaking of football, here was a good club team match. Germany put down the remote and took a sip of beer.

He was allowed to enjoy himself for an entire several minutes before he heard a ruckus outside. Then, the front door unlocked and opened.

"Great," thought Germany. "Those drunkards must be back from the tapas bar. They'll probably be here all night."

But only Prussia appeared. He slowly and somewhat quietly shuffled into the living room and collapsed on the opposite side of the couch. Germany felt a sudden nervous twinge shoot through his chest and stomach.

"Ugh. Curse that Spaniard and his devilish concoctions. I can already feel the headache coming on," Prussia rubbed his forehead.

Germany glanced down the hallway. There was no sign of France or Spain.

"Francis and Antonio aren't with you, Bruder?" He asked.

"Nein," Prussia yawned, "Last I saw of them, they were both butt naked and riding Antonio's bull down the streets of Barcelona with a bottle of cava and a headless goose. I just wasn't feeling it tonight, so I took off. Besides... Francis was being annoying. You know how he gets during a full moon."

"Oh." Said Germany. "Well, then what was all that noise outside a moment ago?"

"The raccoons figured out how to open up the trashcan lids again. I shooed them away."

"Tsk. You just had to get them from Alfred and Matthew."

"Of course I did! They're so damn cute! With their clever little hands and burglars' masks..."

They were silent for a moment, then Prussia asked:

"Is Feli still here?"

"Nein. We kicked the football around for a couple of hours, then he went home."

"Oh."

More stifling silence. They both pretended to be watching the football game.

Germany glanced over at Prussia out of the corner of his eye. He noticed he wasn't smirking at all. He looked a little fatigued. Seems like he worked pretty hard today, thought Germany.

"Bruder... Uh, we got a lot done today. Danke." He said. He smiled a little.

Prussia turned his head slightly to look at him.

"No problem, West."

"Uh, do you want a beer?" Germany asked.

"Sure."

Germany got up and opened two more beers, then returned and handed one to Prussia. Maintaining eye contact, they clinked the bottles together and both took long sips.

"Ahh, that hits the spot. It feels good to rinse out that sangria taste," Prussia commented.

Germany searched desperately for something to say, but nothing decent was coming to him. Well, he had to say something. It was only Prussia, for Gott's sake, why the hell was this so hard?

"Well, I'm the big bruder, so I guess I should say something," Prussia suddenly said, halting Germany's thoughts.

"West..." He began.

Germany held his breath.

"I'm very angry at you."

Germany's heart stopped beating.

"You passed out on top of me last night, like an ogre, without saying a word."

Huh? He did? Oh, Gott! He must have, he blacked out. Germany felt like a shithead.

"But the worse part was..."

It gets worse?! The color drained from Germany's face. Was he really that bad at it? Prussia seemed like he enjoyed it, but maybe it was all a misinterpretation. "Why did your brother move out?" They'd ask. "Oh, you know, the whole awkward ass-raping thing," He'd have to reply. Fuck his life.

"…The worse part is that we didn't even get to cuddle." Prussia looked up at Germany with a slightly pouty expression. Then he let his head fall against the back of the couch but he continued to gaze at Germany through half lidded eyes, "...And also, I didn't get to tell you how good you were."

Germany took a slow, deep breath as he felt the blood once again continue to pulse through his veins. A glow of relief spread through him. Next to him, Prussia tried to look cool, but he appeared to be blushing.

What a jerk.

Well, Two could play at this game. Germany responded in the only way he knew how.

"So," Germany responded. "You want to cuddle, Bruder?"

Without warning, Germany launched himself across the couch and body-slammed Prussia to the ground with a well-polished wrestling technique. Quickly recovering from surprise, Prussia gleefully threw a leg around Germany's back and attempted to get him to roll over, but Germany was in too much of a dominant position to lose balance, so Prussia had to resort to wrapping his arms around Germany's back and biting him somewhat viciously on the neck.

"Ow!" Germany glared down at Prussia, who was laughing maniacally on the floor between his arms. "That was a dirty move!"

Germany stood and pulled the still laughing Prussia up by the hair.

"... And for that, you must be disciplined."

As he put his arms under Prussia's armpits and lifted him off the ground, Prussia began to figure out what was about to happen and abruptly stopped laughing.

"Ah! W-West! No, wait! Not this time!" He pleaded, but it was too late. Germany leaned backwards and delivered Prussia back to earth in a textbook-perfect suplex.

A crunching sound was heard. Germany felt Prussia's body oddly stiffen and tremor, then he heard a high-pitched, painful scream.

In a panic, Germany released Prussia and sat up. Prussia's back was arched as he rolled about painfully on the floor. Germany sat over him and fretted.

"Bruder! Oh, scheiss! Bruder, I'm so sorry! What did I do?! Oh, Gott, speak to me!"

It took Prussia a moment to stop writhing, and he was finally able to somewhat relax. He caught his breath and looked up at Germany with bleary, pain-filled eyes.

"Calm down, West... It's not your fault. I strained my back today, I should've told you. I think your suplex was more than it could take." He winced again. The slightest bit of movement sent a shock down his spine, and contracted all the muscles in his back.

"Oh," Germany replied. He was a little relieved but still very concerned. "How did you strain it?" He asked.

"Probably when I was re-filling the hole in the backyard. Antonio wasn't very helpful, but we got it done." Prussia closed his eyes and focused on breathing very slowly and carefully.

"You re-filled the hole?"

"Ja. Like you wanted."

Germany was confused.

"Bruder, I didn't ask you to refill it."

"Huh?" Now Prussia was confused.

"I mean, I'm glad you did," Germany replied. "Feli and Roderich would've probably fallen into it at some point, and I don't have time to go fishing after them, but you didn't have to do it today. Also, I would have helped you."

Prussia scowled and knitted his brow. A thought crossed his mind, but he quickly banished it. He softened his expression and focused back up at Germany.

"Oh well, at least it's done." He carefully tried to move his arms so he could stand up, but another shockwave of pain thwarted his efforts. He yelped and fell back to the floor.

"Bruder, your having muscle spasms. Stop moving." Germany sensibly suggested.

"Waah! West, what am I supposed to do then? I feel like a squashed bug!" Prussia's eyes filled with tears of frustration.

"Just relax." Germany got to his knees and gently scooped him up. Then he stood and proceeded to carry Prussia down to the basement. All the while, Prussia complained miserably. He hated being carried, even if it was by Germany.

"Oh, stop it," Germany said as he gingerly placed Prussia down on the bed. "It's either this or I would have had to leave you on the living room floor. " He began to unbutton and take off his shirt and pants for him, which cheered Prussia a little. But once Prussia was down to his undershirt and boxers, Germany began to tuck him into the bed. He wailed in protest.

"What now?!" Germany stood over him with crossed arms.

"I just... Really wanted to cuddle!" Prussia's face was flushed. He looked genuinely upset. A tear spilled down his cheek.

Germany tried to maintain his stern expression, but his lower lip trembled. Well…he really didn't want to leave him like this. And he didn't get a chance to change his bed sheets from the night before, so…

Wordlessly, he took off his own shirt and pants, put them in the hamper, turned off the light, then crawled under the covers next to Prussia (who was beginning to feel a whole lot happier).

Germany turned towards him on his side and put his arm awkwardly across his chest. He wasn't really sure how to cuddle in general, let alone in this situation.

"I don't want to hurt you," He said, quietly.

Prussia grinned and indicated what he wanted by lifting his chin and hand. Germany got the idea and rested his head on Prussia's chest and carefully hugged his body and tried to relax.


Author's note: Yay, I finally remembered to leave an author's note! Thanks for reading this pervy little fic of mine! Favs and comments are greatly appreciated.

I have a couple of headcanons that loom throughout my stories, so I think I should define them for you at the end of each chapter:

Headcanon 1: France gets extremely horny and silly during full moons. This is based on absolutely nothing. I really enjoy writing for his character

Headcanon 2: The German brothers both have very, very sensitive nipples :}

Blargh, I actually wrote this chapter way back in September, so the current events aren't so current. I think I'm going to abandon any attempt to keep up with them.

Ahh… well, at any rate, thing are about to get even weirder in Germany's house!

Enjoy,

-Wineninja