[I like to make up countries so I am able to modify the history, please bear with me, thank you!]
Germany has invited Adelaide for cup of coffee outside in the bustling market of Munich, "You saved my brother, you know." She absentmindedly watches him order coffee from the waiter, and then turns her attention to the weather. The feeling the blue sky and blooming tulips gave matched with the lively background of various voices and faint live music. She then looks at the potted yellow poppies that served as a centerpiece, "He was so afraid of disappearing."
She observes a bee pollinate one of the poppies, buzzing softly, "It's very beautiful here." As it flies away she realizes that's way off topic, "Oh, um, yes. Your brother."
"Are you...okay?" he cocks an eyebrow.
Without hiding it anymore she allows her eyes to wander on faces, coffee cups, flowers, and the buildings. "It's so colorful here, your country is so beautiful. Or...is this both yours?" He continues to stare, "Yours and Prussia?"
"Ah," he takes a pause accepting and thanking the waiter for the coffee. "Well, as you know, Prussia was a powerful country and known for the Teutonic Knights. He is how you see him today, egotistic, and what not, but, back in the 1900's, he broke." She watches his face cringe as he reminisced, "Hardly anyone refers themselves as Prussian, and no longer a state on the map. Only Germany."
A tinge of guilt is displayed on his face, "No, he loves you dearly. He is very proud." She recalls her lover telling stories of raising Germany as a child with a bright beam on his face.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Adelaide, I don't know how you two met, well, it's my first time learning about you." He looks at her up and down while she took a sip, noticing the natural pink blush she had on her cheeks as her curled hair bounced on her shoulders. He catches himself blushing and stutters, "I-I don't believe that my brother, or really, that guy, can be with such a sophisticated woman."
She spurts a little coffee out, "Sophisticated? Really? I'm probably as bad as Gil when I'm tipsy though."
His expression of her shifts, but he shook the thought out of mind. "I heard you are well acquainted with France and Spain?"
"Ah, Francis and Antonio?" she spoke their real names so casually and like a happy child. "Yes, well, my country is very small and sits right between my two brothers," it's his turn to choke on some coffee as he heard "brothers." She smiles, "I consider them my brothers, especially since they never let any harm from war affect me. Francis gave me my name, meaning nobility. Yet, I have never met Gilbert personally until he drunkenly stumbled into France's office when I was visiting him."
Adelaide guesses it was really understandable for him to be in such a state and to seek comfort from one of his best friends. However, he made quite an impression on her. The war was coming to an end, and France wanted to assist in restoring the Brandenburg Gate, and since brother Spain had his own problems to resolve, she volunteered to take over his paperwork in his work study. She could hear his drunken slurs from the closed door of France's office, and so took the pistol France told her about from his drawers and had it pointed right at him. Half-lidded crimson eyes, messy light blonde hair, and a horrid stink of booze. She nearly shot him when he kicked himself through.
"Qui es-tu?!" (Who are you? in French) he could see how Adelaide shook from the weight of the gun and how sloppily she held it. He smirked, casually swaying back and forth right towards her weapon, took the muzzle and snatched the pistol away from her. In his other hand he held a 2/3 empty wine bottle.
He enjoyed the way she quivered in his presence, backing away from the desk against the window as he makes his way over to the front accidentally shoving papers off, and her coffee when he collapses. It brought back the times he struck fear when attacking his neighboring countries. "Ms. Adelaide, are you fine?" France's officers finally came to aid, ready to drag this stranger out. "We're sorry, we told him France is unavailable, but he insiste-"
"Oh, he's Francis' friend?" when she heard him sobbing, she gestured the officers out and shut the door. "Are you, Prussia?"
"Ja," he was sniffling, crying, this once great empire, slumped over and intoxicated with alcohol and grief. "I'm the great Prussia," he said it so sarcastically. Although he had fallen down a few times after entering, none of the liquid from his bottle has poured out. "My territory, taken by Poland and the Soviet Union. My monarchies gone. I think I can feel it. I can feel myself disappearing, me, Prussia."
"Oh?" she knelt down, "I don't think you are Prussia." The statement took an obvious blow to his pride as he jerked his head up to glare at her. He no longer shook her, and that irritated him as well, "The Prussia I have read about and heard about by Spain and France, I don't believe you match with the qualities that country has."
"Verpiss dich," he gritted through his teeth and hissed when she took the bottle from him. (Fuck off)
"I"ll ask again, qui es-tu?"
Adelaide doesn't recall if she ever meant to aggravate him, but now she doesn't regret it. Especially, when she guzzled the rest of his drink down in a flash, it was stronger than she thought. Although she could have just placed it away, she wanted to push his buttons more. France and Spain have given her the image of Prussia being an egotistical arrogant prick who they loved to get in trouble with, even when they had their quarrels. However, they never wanted his attitude to taint their "pure" little sister. Adelaide actually hated such treatment, and now wants to test this new personality on the unsuspecting Prussia. It felt good insulting him, but she knew when he sobers up she will immediately apologize. The wine rushed to her head, warming her throat, spreading through her body, she has taken sips from her brothers, but never a whole gulp at once.
He watches in amusement this time, as her face began turning pink, and as he stared past the clunky military uniform she wore, he perceives how beautiful she is, even if it could be the alcohol. He's angry at her, taking his last drop of wine greedily, taking her sassy remarks, but he's turned on. "Who am I?" he smirks and pounces her, pinning her wrists to the side, "I'm the great Prussia!" She gasps when he grinds against her and roughly bites her neck, "And I'm going to teach you a lesson for messing with the awesome me." He lets out the same laughter she heard her brothers mock whenever they told stories about him.
Adelaide forgets what sort of situation she is for a second and begins wiggling her hips, hoping to slip out, but his body weight held her down. "W-Wait!" and he does, for a minute. She wondered why until she heard him snoring, "...Sorry," she whispered.
He murmured in his sleep with his head propped on her shoulder while she sits him up, "I don't want to disappear." She bears his breath as she tucks her hand under his armpit and uses the other to wrap his arm around her neck. "I want to be there watching my brother grow," one wobbly step forward. "I want to be there for more centuries to come," nearly to the door. "I want to continue being stupid and drunk with that pervert France and bastard Spain," she struggles to twist the knob. "I don't want to be forgotten."
She gives up, his weight alone is too unbearable for her as she leans him against the wall, almost to France's bedroom. She did not have the right words to say to him, "I'm sorry."
He opens her eyes halfway, dazing at the tired girl, "Why do you apologize?"
"I said awful things I didn't mean, and I don't know how to comfort you," she felt herself shrinking. "You, do you not realize what you have done? Uniting many countries to form Germany? If it were not for you, such a great nation wouldn't exist today. How are you going to be forgotten when many books are written about you? Compared to me...hardly anyone knows of me." She can't tell if he listened, for all he did was stare with cloudy eyes, "You will not disappear, Prussia, Germany exists through you, and you through Germany. That's my belief."
"Fraulein," he gently pulls her to sit between his long legs. She fit in just fine with her forehead brushing against the nook of his neck, feeling him breathe softly, hiding his face with one hand.
"Um?" she is scared to remove herself, "Prussia?"
"Can we stay like this?" he closes his legs softly and envelopes his arms around her, "Thank you."
The beer garden is to no surprise, stuffed with people. It is Oktoberfest after all, but Prussia has not touched a single drop of beer yet. His fingers tapped impatiently, waiting with Germany at a table as he politely drank. "Mein gott, what is taking those three so long?" his mug of beer taunted him, the bubbles almost gone. He promised he would share the first beer of the day with Adelaide, especially since it will be her first official German beer. So, to make time speed by, "So! What do you think of her, bruder?"
"Ja, she's very different from you, a great influence for you," he finishes his mug, "I must congratulate you for finding a woman like he-"
"I KNOW RIGHT?!" Prussia had no problem displaying his emotions publicly. It didn't matter, it's Oktoberfest, and his shouts did not silence the hectic crowd.
"How does France and Spain feel about you two?"
Prussia heckles, "Ah, it was like fighting through hell twice."
"Finding out she settled with you was hell," Prussia turns around finding France and Spain glaring at him in lederhosens and cackles at them. "Oh Mein Gott! You finally decided to wear them! HA! THIS IS TOO GOOD!" He slaps Germany's arm, "GE-GET THE CAMERA, BRUDER! THE CAM-"
His laughter subsides as he sees Adelaide speaking to one of the waitresses. The dirndl she wore stunned him. A blue skirted dirndl dress with traditional patterns sewed in, but it didn't fall flat, instead it fluffed out to her knees. The black vest with white ribbons and more pattern is buried under her breasts, lifting them and displaying more of her cleavage through the white blouse. Although he has seen many women prancing around in the dirndl, this is his Adelaide dressed up and taking charge of her outfit. He watches her take a tray of three mugs of beer over to the table he sat. She has a shy smile and pink cheeks, and every step she took, her chest uncontrollably jiggled. "Um," she stands at the table for a second, "Guten tag?"
"Guten tag indeed," Prussia's gaze wanders as she bends over to give her brothers the beer. He immediately makes space for her on the bench, "Looking beautiful, leibling." (Leibling is darling/sweetheart)
He leans in for a kiss that is blocked by France shoving a cold mug on his lips, "A TOAST!" He talks through grit teeth, "For the happy...couple. And, for Adelaide's first Oktoberfest!" He leans in menacingly to his friend's face, "May her first experience be a good one..."
"Drink up, amado!" Spain clinks his mug with Adelaide's, something Prussia has been waiting half an hour to do.
"Fick dich," whispered Prussia as he begrudgingly drinks his warm beer peeking from the corner of his eye at her chest. He can clearly see each time she gulped down the beer with every bounce. He wonders how he will last through the day...
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" he chokes on his beer in surprise that their chants are directed to Adelaide. He didn't notice she never stopped to take a break from her first beer. He watches her impressively down every last drop, her eyes fluttered and she lets a huge burp out as the crowd awards her with cheers and claps.
"Ha! Das ist meine Freundin!" Prussia finally joins in the merrymaking as he orders more beers on him (That is my girlfriend). Germany gapes in awe as she starts on the next beer with his brother. France and Spain send daggers to their friend for having their sister so accustomed to alcohol.
Adelaide is obviously uncomfortable with the amount of people who could not contain their alcohol. She held on the strap of his lederhosen as he tried his best to navigate through the crowds and into another building for drinks and food. She felt the atmosphere of the tourists and locals as they clap along, sing along whether they knew the words or not, and randomly dance around the courtyard. She found herself being pulled into a polka dance by Prussia, frantically trying her best to keep up with his movement. Although she could feel her feet fumble around and clapped at the wrong time, her smile and laughter was contagious to the crowd and him.
Afterwards, they sit on a grassy hill giggling at those who tumbled down and munching on pretzels. The rest of their companions decided to spread around for their own interests, Prussia found their alone time wonderful. Adelaide playfully touches the strap as she snuggles into his arm, "You look really cute."
"Du hast schöne Brüste," he hid his lust in German as she tilts her head in confusion.
"I have...?"
"Beautiful..." he tears his eyes away from the answer, "Eyes."
"I thought eyes are 'augen,'" he now regrets teaching her German over the years, now he can hardly be discreet.
"Your breasts."
"What about them?" she presses her chest against his side brushing her nose against his neck.
Beauty in the streets, and animal in the sheets. He thought, even though she claims that he is the only lover she ever went so far with. Over time, their sexual activity has been him dominating her, and slowly, she rose up after learning about what makes him tick. He gulps trying to restrain himself, but he knew she wouldn't take him down in public. Using that as his advantage, he growls, "Ich möchte euch schmecken," and forces a rough kiss, pulling away and licking his lips at her flustered face. (I want to taste you) "I can't wait to bring you home, leibling," with a straight face he added, "I'm going to fuck you so damn hard."
"Gilbert!" she covers his mouth, but feels his smirk. Over the years, they have been meeting in either her country or her brothers', and he kept his cocky attitude aside. Even when they made love, he was always gentle, sweet, but now, she sees the part of him that France and Spain have told her about. Is it because he is now truly familiar with her? Or that it's a special occasion in his country?
Ironic for Prussia to fall in love. Avoiding marriages, causing complications for Austria, and then finding himself holding roses skipping into the quaint town of Adelaide not knowing where the hell he is heading. He freaked Germany out when he asked where to buy white roses, knowing their symbolism and bought the nicest suit he could afford. He found his way after confirming he is absolutely lost and sought help from the locals. Everyone seemed to know exactly who he talked about when he described her smile as contagious and sweet. Their thoughts led to the same person.
And there she stood again, in front of him. "Wow," she takes in her radiance thinking how much better she looked in his sober viewpoint. "Ich liebe dich," she obviously has no idea what he just said, but gets the idea when he kneels down and presents the roses. "Du bist mein Engel." (You are my angel) Her red expression brought him delight as he silently praises himself for being such a gentleman.
That is until he sees France and Spain join her at the door. "Oh! For me?" coos France, snatching the roses.
"Oh you shouldn't have," added Spain.
"GAH."
He awkwardly sits in her living area as she stood by the window holding the view of her town with the bouquet in her hands. He could feel his old friends peeking by the wall, but there's no way to have them leave. Touching the petals softly, inhaling their scent, "White roses used to symbolize purity and innocence back in the 14th century." She takes a seat in front of Prussia, gently holding the bouquet to her chest, "Now they are used for unions, farewells...and new beginnings." She picks one out from the bunch, "Do you...want to start something?"
"Oh, leibling," he gulps at her glossy lips not believing such sweet words are pouring from his mouth. "I'm so in love with you, please."
Countless men have courted her from Spain, France and her town over the years. They have presented her with flowers, and had told her sweet empty promises as well. However, the way he acted, is nothing like they described him. She found herself taken, and furiously blushing as she rubbed a petal, "Um..." She can hear her brothers whispering jeers at Prussia, "Okay."
"WHAT?!"
He gasps happily, leaning forward, and then freezing with their lips an inch apart. He stopped before his friends had him pinned back on the couch, he stopped because she didn't consent to it. Shyly, she smacks a light kiss on his cheek, "Please treat me well, Gilbert."
"I-I WILL!" he lets out his well-known cackle as his friends grimace at him. "Adelaide, you have made me so happy."
"Gilbert," the festival is still alive and glittering when darkness shrouded Munich. However, she gazes at her lover carrying her like a princess, away from the deafening music.
"Oh, leibling, you shouldn't compete with me when it comes to drinking," he playfully spun around and she lets out a drunk laugh.
"Gil, you're so different," she plants kisses on his neck. "Why haven't you shown me this side of you? I show you everything of me."
He chuckles lowly, "Yeah, you do. Your drunk side totally ruined the pure girl I thought you were." She lazily slaps his chest as he continues to purr, "And who you are in bed, mm. I just wanted to control myself, I didn't want to be the Prussia your damn brothers describe. Arrogant and such, but I am awesome, kesesese! But tonight, I'm going to have my way with you."
Prussia had an evil twinkle in his eye as she quietly responds, "Okay."
"We're almost there," he whispers trotting into the silent streets. She squeaks feeling cold air as he exposed her breasts to the night, "Sorry, leibling."
"Gil, c-can't you wait til we get inside?" her eyes dart around seeing a few shadows pass them. The hand that held her shoulder tightly squeezed her bare breast, twisting her bud.
"So you weren't wearing a bra," he tugs harder and she bites down on her thumb. "Hm, I don't know how I feel about that," his hand transfers to the other breast and he gives it a taut grip.
"I-I, it kept showing through shirt," they enter a building foreign to her and she trembles as the door closes, returning darkness.
"Fuck the bed." She feels her wrists pinned against the wall as he guides her down. She can recognize the familiar scent his manhood gave off and isn't surprised to feel his tip rubbing her cheek, looking for her mouth.
"If you let go of my hands I can help you," she offered, but her breath gave away her mouth's location. For the first time, he forces his length inside at once, and she can feel him melt as he gave a low moan. She attempted to move for him, but is caught off guard as he moves the tip from the back of her throat to her lips and shoves his member back inside. She can feel her mouth numbing from the friction and hear the slurping noise.
"Ah," he removes his hands to tangle his fingers in her hair, rocking his hips furiously as she grabs on his thighs. His heat burned her throat as he released inside her mouth, expecting everything to be drunk. "You should be able to chug it down as well as you do your beer," he teases, continuing to thrust each drop inside. She didn't reject his movement, instead pulled him closer and swallowing each amount he released. As he removed himself she can feel a trail of saliva follow the tip and drop on her breast. "We aren't done," he whispers.
Adelaide feels her cheeks pressed against the wall, with her free arms, she supports herself swallowing the mix of his fluids and her saliva. He takes her hips and has her step back until her back reaches the limit of arching. She's aching, he paid no attention to her pleasure like he usually did. He finished before she did. She has no choice, but to go along with his direction. "Higher," he orders when her knees bend. She can feel his wet member rubbing against her equally soaked core. She twitches when instead of entering, he slides against it, "Tch, already wet?"
"Gilbert," she moaned, desperately moving her hips against him. "Please," she feels the tip enter inside and she shivers, but then whimpers when he takes the pleasure away. "Gil," she growls at him with anger this time, "Don't mess with a horny woman."
He leans in to her ear, "I want to hear you ask for it, leibling."
She never asked, it was either him who initiated it, or her stating that she was horny. It frustrated her, no matter how much she wanted him, "...I want it."
"Want what?" she can feel him smirking over the dominance he has asserted, she's horny and pissed off.
"You know."
"No, I don't understand English."
"...your schwanz." (His sausage)
She bites her lip feeling the head poke its way inside again, "I should teach you more German." In one sudden buck of the hips she felt her breath knocked out as he wasted no more time. Although he would love to take a moment of her inside's warmth and tightness, he lost control feeling how smoothly it entered her. Taking time to tease her was well worth it as their fluids danced together and their heavy pants filled the empty house. The pain she felt in the beginning subsided to pure pleasure. She only lasted about a minute holding herself on the wall, then her legs cave in, but Prussia refuses to leave her, continuing to pound her as she pressed her forehead to the cold floor.
He removed his hands from her hips seeing that she began contributing to the movement and rested his hands on the wall, watching her grip on him. He gives into being a tough guy and leans over her back, groping one breast and listening to her moans that released from each pump. "Küss mich." (Kiss me)
Her open mouth begged for his passion, "Gilbert, I lo-" He secures himself on her already open mouth, but is unable to keep them locked, so their tongues messily twirl. He gives up and clutches her waist tightly it felt as if he could bruise her and stuffed her second mouth wildly. She couldn't help but yell his name in the heat of the moment.
"Oh, leibling," he groans against her responding movement. And she felt him giving all his strength for the final release of the day. "Drink up, leibling," he pulses and she can feel his semen pouring inside, but he refused to let his hips give out as he pumped her. As he pulled out she turns, feeling the thick liquid swirl inside, attempting to leak out. He falls on top gasping and snuggling in her breast as she stroked his hair, "Ich liebe dich..."
"Ich liebe dich...Miststück." (Bastard)
(Extra)
Gilbert gently places his ear on her bulging belly waiting for the baby to kick, move, whatever. "C'mon, sohn," he chortles feeling a kick against his ear.
"How do you know it's not a girl?" Adelaide twists the stem of a white rose around her flower crown.
"Do you not feel their strong kick?"
"Could be a really strong girl."
"You're right," nevertheless he kisses the stomach and trails his way up from her hand to her lips. "Leibling, I'm so happy. I'm so glad I drank heavily that day."
She frowns at him, "Yes, I guess I'm glad I pointed a gun to your face."
"Où est le bébé?!" France bursts through Gilbert's front door, takes a second to admire how clean his house is now, and then gaping at how big her stomach has gotten. He puts a balled fist to his mouth with watery eyes and lets a little squeak out. (Where is the baby?)
Spain followed along with Germany and the Italian brothers, their arms filled with flowers of many kinds, "Aw, qué dulce," (How sweet) he coos being less of a man than France as his tears trickled like a sprinkler.
"Make a name yet?" asks Germany to his cheery big brother.
"Gilbert if they are a boy of course!" he flashes a cheeky smile as France shoves a pillow in his face.
"Gilbert is fine," Adelaide completes her flower crown and begins the next as the Frenchman hugs/chokes Gilbert, crying.
"Out of all men to impregnate her...I guess I'm fine with it being you," he gives an accepting pat on Gil. "Although it could have been someone better."
Before he can say it, his wife sends an arrow through France's heart when she proudly states, "Oh, but there is no one as awesome as the mighty Prussia."