Note: the following chapter contains swearing as well as an explicit scene not suitable for kids with innocence like Italy's. Enjoy.

Reminder: the German pronunciation of w is v and was is pronounced vas and it means what in German. Just so you guys don't get confused, k? Also, ß is pronounced as s so ScheißeShysse. I think. It's a swear word.

Also: SHOUTOUT TO StarlightMemories15, HERE'S YOUR PRUSSIACEST ^_^

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"I am an idiot." Julchen grumbled under her breath as she slumped on her seat at the cafeteria table.

"What's up, mi amiga?" Isabel asked as she pats the back of her ally. "Where's your partner?"

"At the football team's table," she pointed towards a table full of boys, among them is Gilbert conversing with them gleefully. "He said the guys wanted to ask him for advice or something like that."

"So you're missing him?" Marianne asked with a mischievous smirk.

"Why would I miss my roommate if I get to see him every single day?" She rebuked.

"Sometimes, being with the person twenty-four seven is the only way to satisfy you." Alice chimed in.

"Exactly!" Isabel grinned at the Italian female.

"Shut up!" Julchen pouted.

"So what is the reason why you said you were an idiot?" Alfred interjected.

"Alfie, babe," Amelia held up her hand in front of her partner and boyfriend, "there are issues that are discussed by girls and only girls. M'kay?" She smiled.

Alfred pouted, "Fine." He sighed and kissed her nose, "I'm sorry, Libby." He smiled before turning back to his own male allies.

The American female turned to her own comrades, who looked at her with curious smirks.

"Libby?" Marianne raised a perfectly-shaped brunette brow at her ally.

"For Liberty." She answered with a bashful smile. "That's what Alfie calls me now."

"He calls you freedom?" Rose raised one of her own brow behind her golden-rimmed glasses.

"No." She shook her head, "I said Liberty."

The English maiden eyed her as if she was an idiot. Which she is most of the time. "From the root word liber, latin for freedom. Really, Ally?"

"Whatever." She waved a hand at her ally, then turned to the Prussian girl. "So what is it, Prussia? Is it because of your partner?"

"It's me, okay?!" She bursted. "It's me! I'm the reason why I'm frustrated! I'm mad at myself! I'm mad because of my feelings! I'm mad because I know! I'm mad because I like Gilbert!"

All the girls in the conversation gasped, including the Prussian female herself.

"Dio mio!"

"Mon Dieu!"

"Dios mío!"

"Oh my God!"

"Holy shit!"

"You like him?!" All five girls chorused at the albino girl.

Julchen's mouth hung open as if a valid protest was being waited to come out.

"You DO!" Isabel claimed, clapping her hands rapidly, her grin as well as her forest-green eyes wide and bright.

"Since when?!" Marianne probed, her own lavender eyes wide and intrigued.

"I don't—I'm not—I—I—" the Prussian female stuttered, seeming to choke on her own words.

"Too late to deny now, Prussia, so stop thinking about it." Alice waved a finger at her comrade.

She groaned, "Well what am I supposed to say, then?!"

"How about," Amelia paused to clear her throat to start a stereotypical German accent and an impersonation of the albino's voice. "Ooh ja, everyone! I, Julchen Maria Beilschmidt of Prussia, formerly known as The Teutonic Knights and St. Maria Order, am in love with myself!"

"Herself." Rose snorted, "revise that part, you've made her sound narcissistic there."

"My guy self!" The American female replaced. "I have fallen head over heals in love with my guy self!"

"Would all of you shut up?!" Julchen growled as she slammed her fists on the table, "I'm not... I'm not... I'm not in..."

"See?" Marianne stretched out her hands in front of her, "even your own voice can't make you deny it."

"I said I don't—gah!" She gripped a fistful of silver hair on her head, her nails scraping her scalp. "Westie, help me out here—" she looked over to where she expected her sister to be, but found an empty seat. "West?"

"Didn't she say she's headed to the library with her partner?" Alice reminded. "They say they're studying for a quiz or something?"

The Prussian female scoffed, "Probably an excuse to hang out with each other, and both of them denies it."

"I know, right?" Alice grinned, "they're so obvious but at the same time so oblivious it's irritating!"

"And West is all secret smiles and sudden blushes, I mean have you been noticing her lately?"

The Italian and the Prussian collide palms in a high-five.

"Itako, chere," the French turned to her, "you're letting Prussia stall."

"Oh," Alice sat up straight with realization, she cleared her throat, "so back to you and falling in love with the other Prussia." She intwined her fingers and landed her chin on top, her eyebrows wiggling at Julchen.

"Oh scheiße!" She groaned, "okay, fine, you girls win." She pouted.

"Nope." Amelia shook her head, "not until you say the magic words."

"Santra ba~dra winza~rana~ wonpa~to~rana intrakantera?" Rose raised a brow, a look of confusion on her green eyes behind her thick glasses.

"Not that kind of magic words, idiot!" Marianne huffed at the English female.

"You called, Igiko?" Anya approached Rose.

She shooed the Russian female, "No! Why would I even do so?!"

"Ooh, ooh," Alice bounced from her seat, "the magic words are please, right?"

Isabel smiled at the oblivious Italian, "No, Itako, it's not. At least not the one Prussia has to say." She then smiled at her ally.

"I really don't have any way to escape this, do I?" Julchen pouted.

"Nope." The five girls chorused.

She sighed, "I... I... I..." She stammered, then groaned. "I can't do it."

"Are you sure?" Rose asked her, "these girls won't let you get away unless you do so."

"Okay fine!" Julchen stood up. "I'm in love with my roommate! I'm in love with my partner! I'm in love with—"

She stopped herself from continuing just when she realized the volume of her own voice. With gradient-themed eyes a perfect round, she glanced over the students from table to table, all staring at the long-haired albino girl. Until her gaze drifted off onto the table where her counterpart sits and—

Her eyes widened further as all six quarts of blood in her body seemed to have risen up to her face.

Oh, scheiße.

"Bathroom." She announced to everyone and scrambled off of their table, proceeding to rush out of the cafeteria and into the nearest girls restroom.

Julchen gasped for breath as she stumbled into the comfort room. She got in front of the wide mirror and at the sink nearest to the door. She breathed in and out, in and out, and in and out. But the scarlet tint on the face of her reflection seemed all too vibrant to disappear that quickly.

She turned on the faucet and splashed the cold water over and over on her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as to attempt to erase his face in her memory.

Scheiße.

Scheiße.

Scheiße!

SCHEIßE!

"Prussia?" Isabel's voice, laced with worry for her friend, called her name from the doorway.

"What happened, chere?" Marianne tailed behind her Spanish ally as they neared the Prussian.

"I have just done the most unawesome thing I could have ever done in my whole awesome life." Julchen breathed, beads of water still rolling down her face and dropping from her chin to the sink.

"Oh no," Isabel brushed damp tendrils of silver bangs away from her pink-and-blue eyes. "What happened?"

"Gilbert heard me!" She punched the tiled sink, her pale knuckles now swelling red. "He fucking knows I'm into him now!"

Marianne swore under her breath and rubbed her friend's back.

"I really am an idiot." She continued, "now he's gonna think I'm a fucking creep."

"Prussia, don't say that." Isabel cooed, gathering all of the Prussian female's hair to her back. "He's not gonna think you're a creep because he doesn't see you as one."

"Well, that was before I fucking told the world I'm in love with him." She threw up her hand in the air. "He's never gonna look at me the same way again. Ever."

"Don't be so sure, Prussia." Marianne smiled genuinely, "I am confident that he can return your feelings for him."

"No he won't." She rebuked. "Because did he ever threw a hint that he likes me? No—"

"Si." "Oui." The Spanish and the French replied at the same time.

Julchen snorted, "Enlighten me then."

"He ties and braids your hair." Marianne began.

"Yeah, well that's 'cause he got sick of my hair flying to his face and into his mouth when I keep leaving it down."

"He always waits for you every dismissal." Isabel followed next.

Julchen scrunched her face as to think of a counter. She could not.

"He always glance over to you when he talks."

"Even when he laughs, he looks over to you if you're enjoying yourself too."

"He always looks at your face in a certain fashion everytime you talk."

"Sometimes, he even blushes when you smile at him, though he keeps looking away."

The Prussian female waited for the next ones, but nothing else came. "Those reasons still doesn't make a solid proof."

Marianne scoffed, "Well, what more proof do you want?"

"...something." Julchen dropped her head. "I dunno."

"Well no matter what happens, just know that Franiko and I will be here for you." Isabel kissed her ally on the cheek.

"Yeah, danke," she wiped her cheek, "but it still feels gross when you do these."

The three chuckled, then then closed in on the Prussian for a group hug.

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"Guess that's time," Marianne said, "you sure you can handle going to class? You can always say you have a headache and hang inside the clinic."

Isabel tapped her on the shoulder and shook her head.

"Nah," Julchen dismissed, "Gil and I had skipped more than enough classes, anyway."

"What?" The French and the Spanish eyed her skeptically.

"Nevermind, let's go." The Prussian said. And the trio walked out of the room.

The girls went their separate ways after ascending a set of stairs and into different hallways where each of their classes were held.

Julchen stepped in the room, where she found the rest of the class, excluding the German pair, in a usually noisy state. Her eyes drifted off to where she sat, and she spotted her partner on his own seat: right next to her.

Scheiße. Just so convenient.

Julchen ducked her head and glided her way across the room and onto her seat. She let her thick silver tresses curtain her face to shield any view of him at her peripheral vision.

She fidgeted on her seat, feeling the awkwardness and the sense of being watched all throughout her nerves.

This was going to be a long day.

"Jul!"

The Prussian maiden stiffened, and swallowed.

"Julchen!"

"Girls," she clutched her bag and turned to her two friends, "listen, I gotta go." She announced before bolting, sprinting out from the halls out to the campus grounds.

"Julchen, wait!"

She whipped her head from left to right as to find any place to go to.

"Jul!"

She heard him closer. Then sprinted straight towards the campus gates.

"Dammit, Jul!"

She refused to turn around. Her feet splashing against puddles made by the previous downfall.

"Julchen!"

She heard him get closer. She ran faster.

"Gotcha!"

She shrieked as she felt a pair of arms firmly wrap around her waist.

Scheiße!

"Let me go!" She screamed, forcefully tearing his arms off of her to no avail.

"If I do that, you're just gonna run away again." He reasoned.

"Get off!" She dug her nails into his arms, but he still resisted.

Julchen kept on pounding her fists on his arm whilst wriggling her torso under his grip. Gilbert kept his hold tight until she slumped down in exhaustion, her legs completely lump and having him support her by the waist.

"Just..." She panted, "Just. Let. Me. Go."

"Nein."

The Prussian girl gasped as she felt her feet leave the ground when he hoisted her up by his arms.

"Gilbert!" She elbowed his chest, "put me down!"

He ignored her protests and walked forward out the gates.

Until she punched him in the jaw.

"Gah!" He exclaimed, reflexively dropping her down.

Julchen hopped back on her feet before she crashes down the pavement, "What the fuck do you even want from me?!"

Gilbert cursed under his breath before looking at her dead in the eye, "Do you know how unawesome you were when you ran away, Julchen?"

She gasped.

How dare he say that?!

She balled her hands into tight fists, but did not throw another punch. Instead, she turned around and walked away, "Just leave me alone for Fuehrer's sake."

"Nein." He said, catching up to her and grabbing her arm, "you will talk to me whether you like it or not." He told her as he dragged her with him on their way home.

Gilbert opened the double doors of the building, his hand still firmly gripping Julchen by the wrist.

They walked up the stairs all the way to their floor, then walked down the lobby, both of them silent, but not in a comfortable one.

The Prussian male opened the door to their unit and pulled her into the foyer with him. He closed the door and let go of Julchen's hand.

"Alright, Gil—" Julchen began, but she was cut off by her partner pushing her against the door, his hands on either side so she cannot leave.

"Wa— Gil—" she looked up in alarm, just in time to have his lips crash onto hers.

Was?

He took his lips away from hers to briefly catch her stunned face. Her dual-hued orbs a perfect circle, letting him see the unique blend of pink and blue within her eyes.

Her chest ached immediately as her heart began to pound mercilessly strong against it, so strong that she thought that it may possibly escape from her body.

She looked up into the Prussian male's eyes, and found it blazing as he gazes down at her. His irises dark as crimson, but bright as a ruby. Aflame by...

Lust?

Wanton?

Desire?

She opened her mouth to begin speaking again, but once again, he stopped her from doing so as he returned his lips back to hers.

The female nation's mind clouded with shock, confusion, overjoy, denial,

And want.

He wound his hands through her snow white hair and pressed her lips harder against his. She let him do this, but she did not move. She cannot. He kissed her deeper, and she was still idle as her back was pushed against the door by his hard body pressing onto her.

But her heart pounded with so much vigor that she predicted that he can feel its beat at his chest as it molded against hers.

A carnal groan escaped from his mouth and it made all of her senses disappear. Her legs felt useless and numb as she leaned herself on the door, her trembling hands trying to clutch on his blazer uniform.

Suddenly, Gilbert took his lips away from hers. Confused, Julchen opened her eyes, but did not glance up to meet his.

"So it wasn't true?"

Now the maiden held her chin up to look into his flaming red eyes, "Was?"

"What you said back at school."

"What?" She repeated with furrowed brows.

"You don't really like me." He said as his arms leave her sides and drop down to his. "Because you would've kissed me back if you do."

Before he steps back and turn away, she raised a palm and collided it to his cheek.

Gilbert did not have enough time to know what happened before Julchen grabbed him by the back of his head and slammed her lips back against his.

"But I never made you stop, idiot." She said before crashing her lips back onto his in a hard kiss.

He immediately responded and held her by the small of her back, pressing her body against his.

He bit her lip, causing her to moan, and he took this opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth. His hand on her back traveled down to her hips, then to her thighs underneath her skirt, then hoisting her up.

She hooked her legs around his waist as he held her steady by her thighs, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt him move away from the foyer.

He moved his lips from hers, then trailing kisses from her chin, tracing her jawline, and down to her neck as he carries her to his room.

With one hand, he turned the knob, and she reached out for the lights as they got in. He laid her down and she quickly unwrapped her arms around his neck to help him out of his blazer.

They both took off their jackets and sweaters, then proceeded to undo each other's neckties, then unbuttoning each other's uniforms. Once she undid the last button to his, he quickly took it off and sat on the bed behind her, untying the girdle of her skirt as he kisses her neck from behind.

She let out a moan as she tilts her head to the other side. He slid off the straps of her uniform, and she stood up, letting her jumper fall down to the floor.

He gazed down at her half-naked body. Her smooth pale thighs were vulnerably exposed as only her purple lace underwear covered her lower body. Her half-unbuttoned blouse letting him see her matching bra, and the ivory white skin of her chest.

He reached for her arm and pulled her against him as he lays himself down, making her fall on top of him, her long silver hair pooling around them. He reached for her lips with his as he takes off her blouse, then reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

He rolled on the bed so she laid beneath him. He slid off her bra and leaned over to kiss her down her throat, tracing down to her chest, between her breasts, and down her abdomen as he slips off the last of her garment, brushing her thighs and legs as he does it.

She sat up and kneeled and they collided lips once more, as she went ahead to open his belt and pants. She took her lips away from his and pulled down his pants, along with his boxers.

He laid her down the bed again as he pulls off his garments, then throwing it off of the bed.

He crawled between her legs, kissing her from the bottom of her stomach, going back up to her abdomen, letting her feel his warm tongue as he tasted her skin. He kissed between her breasts, her chest, up her throat, then back to her lips.

She let out an ecstatic moan against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him to pull him flush against her, his hard chest against her soft breasts.

He took his lips away from hers for a moment to ask, "Are you ready?"

She pulled his lips back to hers before answering, "Ja."

She gasped against his lips once she felt his length ease into her.

He groaned low in his throat as he thrusted into her in a slow rhythm. She moaned against his mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close to her as possible.

Right then and there, Gilbert realized how much he really wanted Julchen. How he wanted to feel her skin. How he wanted to taste the softness of her lips. How he wanted her body so close to him.

Now he knows.

She pushed him down the bed so that she lands on top of him. He held her on her hips as he reached for her lips with his, before she began riding him up and down, her hands on his chest.

Their lips danced in synchronization as their hearts beat as one. Passion and lust burning their very core. Pants and cries getting louder and louder; every feeling going stronger and stronger, until their bodies combusted in a chaos of want and need.

And with one last kiss for now, they both realized,

This was what they have been missing all this time.

Julchen shifted under the covers and inhaled the familiar scent of the sheets.

Gilbert...

She opened one sleepy eye and reached for him, but he was not there.

With a groan, Julchen sat up, still feeling spent from earlier. It was pitch black outside, indicating that it might be midnight.

She looked around his dark room and cannot seem to find him. She swung her legs at the side of the bed and instantly shivered. Looking down, she realized that she was still naked.

She stood up, pulling the duvet and wrapping it around her. She walked over to the door, noticing their scattered uniforms on the floor as she passed them, and walked out the door.

She padded out the hall, the rest of the blanket that covered her slid behind her like a train. Her bare feet feeling the coldness of the tiled floor.

Gilbert sat down on the living room couch, not wearing anything on top, hunched over, with a bottle of beer on one hand. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some shifting in the dark. He raised his head and looked over to find Julchen walking over to the living room, with nothing but a blanket on.

She stopped just a few steps away from him, "Hallo."

"Go back to bed." He told her. "We don't have a piano. We can't do that Fifty Shades of Grey scene, unless we sneak into Austria's room."

Julchen giggled softly and walked over to the couch, then sitting next to him, her hands clutching the duvet at her chest.

"You shouldn't be drinking that," she pointed at the bottle on his hand, "we still have school tomorrow."

Gilbert glanced down at the beer and bent over to place it down the coffee table. "I know."

"Why are you out here anyway?" She asked.

He sighed and leaned back on the couch, "I'm not sure where this is heading out right now."

She tilted her head in confusion, "Was?"

He looked into her eyes, his crimson pair seeming to glow a little with the limited light in the room. "I want you, Julchen." He said, "but I don't just want what I can only see with just my eyes. I want you. All of you, the whole Julchen Maria right in front of me."

He leaned forward again and shifted closer to her, then stroking a strand of thick silver hair at the side of her face. "But I don't know how I can get all of you."

Julchen looked up at him, catching his fiery red eyes that made her heart begin to pound again.

He looked down his hand where he held her lock of hair, "Ever since I met you, I knew, you were the most awesome girl I have ever seen. And I couldn't believe that I was only able to meet you because of this ridiculous agreement to go to school. Because if I had found you sooner, I would punch myself everyday if I ever let you go."

Julchen smiled as a flock of butterflies awoken inside of her.

"Because no matter how awesome I can be, I won't deny that I can still be an idiot."

She giggled softly, causing him to smile.

He continued, "to me, you were perfect. But I didn't know by then what you have been actually doing to me, until France and Spain told me. But then I was like, pfft, there's no way!" He said, rolling his eyes dramatically, before shifting back to normal, his gaze back to her hair as he strokes it smooth.

"Until you had to tell the whole school that you're in love with your roommate."

"Please don't remind me that." Julchen said, shaking her head, "that was embarrassing."

Gilbert smiled and nodded. "But if it weren't for you, I'd never realized how much I actually wanted you. How much I wanted to claim you as mine. I wanted to have everybody know that you belong to me. It may sound selfish, but Julchen..." He looked at her dual-hued eyes, the reason why he had started to favor pink and blue together, and whispered, "Ich liebe dich."

She smiled up at him, then reaching for his face with both of her hands before she leans in to his lips in a kiss.

He answered and wrapped his arms around her, his hands holding her delicately on her back. Their lips moved in a slow romantic sync, as if they had all the time in the world. As if they were the only ones in the world. They seemed to have done it forever, but it never seemed enough. But feeling the touch of each other's skin, the warmth of each other's body. And the beats of each other's hearts,

It was fulfilling enough.

They pulled away from each other's lips and caught their breaths, their foreheads together.

Julchen caressed the side of Gilbert's face, and with her eyes closed, she whispered, "Ich liebe dich auch."

Gilbert smiled. He then stood up and scooped her into his arms. "Let's go back to sleep."

Julchen nodded. She felt him move away from the living room and she rested her head on his bare chest, and before drifting back to sleep, she thought:

Maybe that mistake was actually the most awesome one she had ever made.

A/N:
In Heaven: the Lovers are Italian
In Hell: the Lovers are Swiss
So in bed: the Lovers are German

Oh Mein Gott yes please!

Okay lemme just tell you right now that I AM DOING SMUT CHAPTERS ON SELECTED COUNTRIES NOT BECAUSE OF FAVORITISM BUT BECAUSE IT IS IN THEIR CHARACTERISTIC

Because IF I will do favoritism in this fanfic (and kamisama forgive I think I've already done that on the Axis Powers chapter) then maybe I never would've had this kind of East Berlin Chap exist and then replace every time I put the name Gilbert with Ludwig and Julchen with Monika.

You get it now?

Good.

And about characteristic, I meant in their legitimate personalities. Mainly canon. But also slightly fanon? Eh?

Like France (but no. The Paris chap ain't gonna be like how you think it's gonna be)

And I've already done America even though it only reached the BEGINNING OF IT (but hey they got their Netflix and Chill and yes this trait isn't really canon but it is kind of fanon... Right?)

And, well, Ja, the closet pervert potato cinnamon buns (Because LIKE I SAID it's in the characteristic because If you don't know Germany's secret stash of fetishes then get out of my fanfic, watch Hetalia Axis Powers Episode 8, listen very carefully on what Italy will tell America when he points the gun at him, then go back here)

Moving on~

Goddamn fetishes

Sadist Doitsu

BDSM

Dogs

Okay MOVING ON FOR REAL

Did I nail the bedroom scene? I hope I did. HetaNyo Prussiacest is actually a popular ship (kind of opposite to my OTP) so I hope I "satisfied" you guys.

So who here is Filipino and had just recently started schoolyear?! *raises tear-soaked hand*

Ugh the first week had already passed but I still can't move on from vacation!

HELP ME~!

Ah whatever. I started this fanfic when I was still in school anyway.

So moving on from that, Next chapter will be aboot—

Wait, who am I going to write next chap again?

America?

No wait, not them, too obnoxious in comparison.

England? No. I know they don't have five layers of eyebrows like Iggy.

But I know eyebrows and frogs has got something to do with that country.

Pancakes...

Who are you...?

Anyway, I hope you guys have a wonderful day. That is all!

Bis Später~
—K8