a/n: thank you Daisies, Tamer Lorika, ChildOfLily and minoki for your reviews! as for replies, to Daises, uhh, it remains to be seen, to Tamer Lorika, uhh why does UK/Germany amuse you? To ChildOfLily, nope it ain't weird and i hope you like this chapter and to minoki, lol i have someone else in mind. anyway, enjoy this one!
"You're still weak, aren't you?" Austria asks, holding Prussia close, fingers running through the albino's snowy white locks of hair.
Prussia doesn't answer, burying his face in the crook of violet eyed witch's neck. He hates to admit to his weakness, especially to this... This... This stupid... Aristocrat. Yes, that's it. Aristocrat. Prussia hasn't had much interaction with humans before, because he has spent most of his life in the forest and wilderness with his brother but the word aristocrat seems to be perfect for Austria. From his mannerisms, his delicate way of doing things right down to how he dressed, everything about Austria was so refined that it was almost painful to watch for Prussia.
"Prussia..." Austria whispers as he tilts his familiar's head up slightly, violet orbs boring into crimson ones. Prussia stares right back without flinching, mesmerised by the unreadable depths in those eyes as Austria moves closer until his lips are brushing against his familiar's. "Feed," he whispers as he unbuttons his shirt, throwing his cravat aside, baring his neck.
The albino raises an eyebrow but when there is no answer to his doubts, he obeys, licking at the alabaster skin in tiny circles before sinking his fangs into the delicate flesh.
Austria suppresses the urge to moan as his familiar feeds from him, draining his blood slowly. Prussia's crimson eyes seem to glow with a different, almost deadly sort of energy as he drinks from the violet eyed witch, relishing the taste of the liquid flowing down his throat. "Prussia," Austria lets a moan slip. "You need to, ahh, stop now..."
Prussia doesn't listen as he continues, the brunette's taste was far too intoxicating, there wa-
Prussia was thrown to the other side of the room, blood dripping from his fangs as he looked at Austria confused.
"You were going overboard," Austria explains, cheeks flushed.
The albino nods mutely, not quite understanding what just happened except that his body was humming with power, he felt great, he felt wonderful... And then he notices the bulge in Austria's trousers that he was trying so desperately to hide. "Austria," he gets up from his place on the ground.
"Stay away," Austria says tersely, realising that it is now pointless to hide. He undoes his trousers and frees his cock, tracing circles on the underside before flicking his fingers over his tip, briefly pressing against the slit. His hips buck forward, thrusting into his palm as Prussia watches in fascination while the brunette's fist glides along his cock, stroking himself to completion, spilling white all over his palm.
"Austria," Prussia feels as if he had just climaxed from watching the violet eyed witch touch himself and upon looking down, he finds that indeed, he has.
Austria sighs. "We'll have to clean this up."
The moon is still bright and fool when England stumbles into the small inn off the beaten track.
"Ah, welcome!" Finland greets from behind the counter and frowns slightly as he notices Germany's presence behind the emerald eyed witch. "I'm sorry, I don't have enough rooms for two..." he looks at the ground apologetically.
"It's fine, I need only one," England nods.
Finland bites his lip. "Um the thing is, we're full for the night, but there'll be a room tomorrow, so if you don't mind-"
"I'll take the couch," England motions to the couch beside the fireplace, where people usually sat, talking to each other in the day.
"S-sure," Finland nods. "I'll get you some fresh towels and things like that, hang on for a bit."
"WEST!" Prussia screams at the top of his lungs as he jumps up, recognising his brother's scent even in his sleep. He tears out of the room at breakneck speed, nearly colliding with a shocked Finland and when he spots Germany by England's side near the fireplace, he gives a yelp of delight as he runs forward to embrace his brother.
"B-brother," Germany's jaw is hanging open in surprise as England raises his eyebrow at his familiar.
Austria appears behind soon after and he frowns as he catches sight of Prussia hugging Germany, chattering excitedly.
England looks up to see the brunette and offers him a smile, as well as a hand to shake. "I'm England, Germany's my familiar. I assume that he's related to your familiar?"
Austria pauses for a while, realising that Germany was the creature he let slip away. He resists the urge to laugh at how Fate has played its cards as he accepts England's handshake. "Austria. Yes, I suppose Prussia and Germany are related."
The emerald eyed witch nods slowly, thinking of how to break the awkward silence. "You're participating in the War Games?"
The brunette nods. "So are you," he replies and England sighs.
"It isn't like I have a choice," the sandy blonde shrugs.
"I see," Austria watches as Germany fusses over Prussia.
"Do you mind me asking you a personal question?"
Austria raises an eyebrow. "It depends."
"Why do you want to die?"
"Is it written on my face?"
"It might as well be," England turns to peer into the brunette's eyes. "Despair and lack of hope can sometimes be terribly infectious."
"I've lived for far too long," Austria finds England's answer thoroughly unacceptable but doesn't call him up on it. "Immortality can be tiring."
"Especially when you don't have anything good to remember from it," England utters the words that Austria has left unsaid. He smiles, knowing that he has found someone he doesn't mind aiding. An ally in the War Games was infinitely better than an enemy, he reasons. "I will help you, if that is what you truly seek from the Games."
Austria closes his eyes briefly, before opening them again. He doesn't want to make it seem as if he is weak, but there is something about the way England speaks that shows how he is addressing him as an equal, nothing less. "Very well."
"England," America almost rips the door off its hinges, entering the room. His sapphire eyes are narrowed and his breathing is harsh.
England looks up from his position on the bed, eyebrow twitching. He had just acquired the room from the innkeeper and it wasn't in his best interests to have it wrecked by America. Germany growls, prepared to attack the strawberry blonde if he threatened the emerald eyed witch. "Germany," England places a hand on his familiar's shoulder. "He's safe."
America shoots Germany a hostile glare and Germany growls, despite sensing that America had much more power than he did. America snarls but Germany stands his ground beside England.
"Germany," England repeats sharply.
With a growl, Germany backs away and some part of America begins to wonder if what he came to do was really the right thing. He frowns. Did the right thing even exist?
"America?" the sandy blonde's voice awakens America from his reverie.
"England," America begins, voice slightly shaky. He isn't too sure about his intentions any more, except that... His eyes narrow as he notices England's pale neck beneath his open collar. "England," he repeats, voice noticeably lower than usual.
"America," England frowns. "What is it that you-"
The strawberry blonde pulls him into a heated kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth possessively. "England. You're mine," he practically rips off England's shirt, throwing it aside as England writhes helplessly in his arms, unable to resist as America plants kisses down his body, tongue teasing his dusty pink nipples before going lower. He divests England of his clothes completely and Germany grabs America's hand, hoping to stop him when England shakes his head.
"But-" Germany starts and England kisses him, thus preventing him from protesting as America licks at the emerald eyed witch's entrance, preparing him for the solitary outcome. He stops suddenly, noticing how Germany reacts to England.
"England," America growls and England breaks the kiss.
"America," England whispers hoarsely. "You know that he is my familiar, you know that I will always-"
America doesn't say anything as his fingers enter England, thrusting upwards, hitting his prostate, making the sandy blonde's knees go weak. "Fuck him," he orders and England complies hastily, removing Germany's clothes, much to his familiar's confusion. England tries to prepare Germany as quickly as he can while America leads the both of them to the bed. His familiar lies below the emerald eyed witch as he buries himself to the hilt within him and America follows suit. England reaches for Germany's already hardened length, rubbing his fingers against the tip as he thrusts forward rapidly, moaning, emerald eyes clouded with lust.
America slams repeatedly into into England, making the emerald eyed witch cry out in pleasure and it is only when Germany's hips jerk forward that he remembers to continue thrusting into his familiar. The pleasure England is feeling is unbelievable; the sensation of being filled and filling another so intimately overwhelms him and it isn't long before his release slams into him, with Germany and America's following close behind.
"America," England's eyelids flutter open slowly after a while. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Hush, it's okay," America cuts him off. He thinks he has his answer now, he just needs to think it over, just for a little while more.
"Germany," England turns to his familiar, who merely shakes his head.
"Rest," Germany nods and England does, letting sleep claim him as he lies in the arms of the two he holds dear to him.
"Welcome to the War Games, aru," a voice calls out, magically amplified above the cacophony of noise caused by the massive amount of witches, familiars and spectators present to witness the beginning of one of the hottest events on the world calender. Mortals were interested only because witches (and sometimes, their familiars too) had an ethereal sort of beauty that enchanted them. Other witches and different types of magical creatures flocked to the capital for the War Games merely to satisfy their curiosity, as well as to be entertained by the fights.
"All witches and familiars participating, may I have your attention please, aru," the voice is tinged with power this time, causing the noise to magically die down.
"Each witch will be allocated a red card and a purple card shortly," the voice announces and Austria traces it to a teenaged girl, no, a man, with dark hair tied into a ponytail. "The red card will identify you as a participant in the War Games and the purple card will be your starting chip, aru."
Within seconds, Austria finds a red and purple card in his palm.
"Familiars that are participating will be marked with a black skull on their neck," the man continues. "I am China, and I will be your moderator for the Games. Should you have any queries, you may come to me, aru," China finishes.
The loud sound of a horn being blown pierces the silence and Austria smirks, recognising it as that the sound of no ordinary horn.
"You may begin, aru," China announces.
"How apt it is for the horn of the Erl King to be sounded the first and the last time I choose to participate," Austria mutters to no one in particular, turning to look for England.
a/n: oohhh boy. reviews will be much appreciated, my lovelies~