Author's Note: These collection of tales was meant to be part of a song meme which I presume most are familiar with. None of these fics were meant to be historically accurate, although historical events have influenced some of the drabbles written.
I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.
As always this fandom does not belong to me.
All I want is you - U2
The fact Hungary snored in her sleep had been a strange discovery, yet not entirely unexpected. Prussia found it oddly endearing, and strangely humbling. Her form, perfect and lithe, laid sprawled about on his bed, while his sheets remained entangled between them. It had been their first night together; it was everything Gilbert could have hoped for, and so much more.
His bedchambers once so clean and tidy was now a disaster. All over the floor laid her garments strewn about. Even his old imperial uniform (and tricorne) sat in an unceremonious heap. After tearing it off Hungary in the heat of passion, the coat had been tossed and immediately forgotten. In another time, he might have been annoyed at the mess, instead all he felt was a sense of peaceful contentment.
Gingerly Prussia reached out to touch her cheek, to remind himself that it was real, not another delusional fantasy or dream. Drawing back a strand of Hungary's hair, he gently wrapped it neatly around her ear all the while smiling to himself.
Prussia had gained and lost so much over the course of his life time, yet it was all worth it if only for this moment. He had loved her for so long that he had all but given up the chance that any of his feelings would be returned. Yet here in his arms, his best friend and beloved slept soundly; a hint of a smile on her lips and her body wrapped about in his sheets, while her arm remained haphazardly tossed across his waist.
As much as he wanted to remember this moment, Prussia felt his eyes growing heavy. It would not be long before he too would soon fall back asleep. Tightening his embrace around Hungary's perfect form, the elder nation breathed a sigh and softly whispered the words he could never say, had she been awake. His rest was without dreams, but it did not matter for no fantasy could ever compare to reality.