Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
APHAPHAPH
"I think it's about time for bed, да, Gilbert?"
Prussia turned his head so he was looking at Russia. "Hm?" He giggled.
"Have you not had vodka before today?"
"I had beer."
"I know, but vodka is stronger." Gilbert giggled again.
"Is he okay?" Ukraine asked in a whisper.
"Да, he's just drunk. That's all."
"Drunk? Who's drunk? I'm just a little... Tipsy..."
"Really?"
"Jaaa~!" Prussia started laughing.
"Then you'll have no trouble going to bed without help?"
"Of course not..."
"Then do it."
Prussia stood up and walked- well, more like stumbled, forward into the area between the wall and the kitchen. "Where the Hell did this unawsome wall come from?" Lithuania, also slightly intoxicated, chuckled. "Tha's not fucking funny!"
"Okay, I'll carry you downstairs."
"I don' nee' your help! I can... Is it even midnigh' ye'?" Prussia looked at his wrist. "Hey! Someone stole my watch!"
"How many glasses did he have?" Latvia asked in a whisper.
"I don't know, four bottles worth, maybe three and a half?" Estonia counted all of the empty bottles. "Ten empty bottles for seven people... Maybe just two bottles and a half?"
"About two bottles and a half too many..."
"Hey! I can hold my liquor better than... Than... Than England!" He screamed while Russia picked him up.
"Everyone can hold their liquor better than England..." Belarus said. "Well, any nation, at least. I've seen him drunk once before when he was over."
"I'm no' going to bed! It's not the new year yet!"
"It will be in less than ten minutes. Just stay concious until then."
"Fuck you, Russki!"
Russia chuckled. "You don't have to stay up, you know."
"Like Hell!" Russia chuckled again, sitting down with Prussia still in his arms.
"He's such a noisy drunk." Belarus noticed.
"He's always noisy, no matter how sober he is." Edward pointed out.
"True..."
"Do you want a refill, Belarus?" Lithuania asked.
"No... I don't want to end up like... Well..."
"Let go of me... Your damn body heat is making me sweat..." Prussia tried struggling in his drunken state.
"I doubt that. Your body may feel hot, but your insides are more... Sensitive, to the cold. Why else do you think most of the people who froze to death were drunk before hand?"
"Because they're dumbasses." Prussia stared at the grandfather clock. "Just one more minute..." He reached for a bottle to refill his glass, but Estonia snatched the bottle away, and Russia grabbed his wrist.
"You had enough."
"Fuck you..." He kept on staring, counting down in his language when it reached ten seconds. Everyone else joined him for the last five, but in Russian.
"Frohes neues Jahr!"* Prussia yelled, laughing a bit.
"So then, you'll go to bed without a fuss now, да?"
"Ja, whatever." Prussia tried standing back up, before his weight went down back onto Russia's lap again. "I can get up on my own..."
Russia stood up with Prussia in his arms. "I know, Gilbert." He turned to his sisters. "If you need me, I'll be downstairs. I think I'm going to... Go to "sleep," as well."
"Спакойнай ночы, Расіі."*
"На добраніч."*
"I'll see all of you tomorrow."
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"You were complaining how you were feeling hot before. Are you still feeling hot?"
"Ja. Even in this basement, I'm hot." Russia set Prussia down on the matress.
"Well, let me help you out..." Russia started to unbutton Prussia's pants.
"H-Hey! Wha' the Hell- Stop!"
"You said you were hot..." Russia slipped the pants off.
"It doesn't mean that I need your help to take my own clothes off!" Prussia took his shirt off, throwing it on the floor somewhere, as well as his socks.
"You forgot something."
"I'm not stripping for you!"
"Why not? You already did most of the stripping anyway... Why not finish?" Russia snatched Prussia's underwear, forcing them off.
"Hey! Stop, you bastard!"
Russia chuckled, spreading Prussia's legs out to get a good look. Prussia unconciously blocked himself with his hands, making Russia chuckle more. "Don't worry, I won't bite..." He licked the side of Prussia's leg. "Much."
Russia started unbuttoning his own pants, pulling them off, as well as his boxers. His coat went next, then his shirt, before he was completely naked.
"If you're good, I'll reward you~!" He slid a finger down Prussia's length gently. It was already mostly erect from the heat Prussia has been feeling.
"Keep your unawesomeness away from my five meters!" Prussia hissed.
"Five meters?" Russia rubbed Prussia's regions to get it the rest of the way up. "Hardly..." Though it was pretty long. He brought his own length against Prussia's to compare. "If it is five meters, then I would be... About four and a half meters? Well, it's just a guess."
Yes, Prussia was about an inch and a half longer than Russia was, but he was thicker, and his testicals were larger, as well.
"That still means that I'm bigger than you!"
"Yes, you are... Well, you're longer, at least." He put his hand under Prussia's hips, pushing in.
"St-Stop! Fucking pervert!" Prussia moved so the finger was out of him. Russia took Prussia's wrists together with one hand above his silver head. His finger returned to the smaller boy's hole. "Stop!"
"I wouldn't resist so much. Don't forget about those pictures that I have yet to send to Germany..." Russia ran his hand over Prussia's "vital regions."
"No..." Prussia's breath hitched. "St-op!" He gasped.
Russia pulled his fingers out, replacing them with something much, much larger and thicker. He forced Prussia's legs over his shoulders and forced himself fully inside of the boy.
"Scream for me, Gilbert~..."
"Fuck you!"
"Almost... It's not quite what I'm looking for, though... What can I do to make you scream just the way I want?" Russia grabbed Prussia's member again, making Prussia's face as though he's screaming, but nothing came out of his mouth.
Still, it pleased Russia enough to make him grin at himself. "Perhaps I should deny your body of release? Maybe I would get you to beg, then."
"No! I. Will. Not!"
"You won't?"
"No! I'll- Ah!" Prussia's eyes went wide in pleasure.
"Much better..." Russia leaned down so their chests were touching. "Maybe I won't need to touch you after all."
"Get off! Your body heat is making my insides burn!" Prussia hissed. Russia ignored him and started sucking on Prussia's pale neck. "Stop!" He came as he screamed that.
"At least I know you like this."
"No..."
"Yes, I think you do. Or at least did until you came." Russia growled lowly in between Prussia's neck and shoulder before finishing up. Both he and Prussia were gasping for breath right next to each other.
"I know I said that I would punish you after my birthday, but it's so close to new years. Sure, it's close to Christmas on the seventh,(1) but Christmas isn't nearly as big as new years, normally." He hugged Prussia's back. "But for now, I'll see you in my dreams." He kissed the back of the other's neck. "Спокойной ночи,* Gilbert."
"Fuck. You."
"Да, I plan on doing some more of that sometime in the future. Right now, I'm just tired, and I'm sure you are as well."
"... Whatever..."
APHAPHAPH
(1) In Russia, Christmas doesn't come until the seventh of January.
(German) "Frohes neues Jahr" - "Happy new year"
(Belarusian) "Спакойнай ночы, Расіі" - "Good night, Russia"
(Ukrainian) "На добраніч" - "Good night"
(Russian) "Спокойной ночи" - "Good Night"
