a/n: thank you Daisies, TheNinjaWangsta, minoki and Tamer Lorika for the reviews! the previous chapter has been edited, yup. err, hope you enjoy this chapter!
"Prussia," Austria straddles his familiar, breathing heavily. "You sure you can take this?" he asks, fingers tracing the albino's collarbone, moving down to tease his nipples.
"Of course," Prussia replies. "I'm not a doll," he rolls his eyes as he jerks his hips upwards to grind against Austria.
"Right," Austria murmurs as he presses his lips to Prussia's, then plants more kisses down his neck, chest and abdomen to the tip of his cock. Austria licks a heated trail down his familiar's cock to his entrance and when the violet eyed witch's tongue slips past the tight ring of muscle and Prussia bites hard on his lip, trying to prevent himself from screaming in ecstasy. He cups Prussia's balls, squeezing and massaging gently before moving up to Prussia's leaking slit, pressing against it.
"A-austria," Prussia moans as Austria's fingers leave his tip only to enter him, stretching him. It feels oddly uncomfortable for him, the intrusion feels slightly alien and he's squirming and-
Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
Prussia cries out in pleasure as the digits within him hit that magic spot, initial pain completely forgotten.
Austria wonders if he still has some oil somewhere - no wait, he probably doesn't and stopping to summon some would probably spoil the moment - so he gets up and presses his cock to the albino's lips. Prussia looks at him with half lidded eyes as he licks at the appendage, sucking at it, taking the brunette in, laving every inch of skin.
With a groan, Austria withdraws from the intoxicating heat of his familiar's mouth. He parts Prussia's legs, gripping his thighs as he thrusts into him, slowly at first but it's difficult - he's so tight and hot - and he buries himself to the hilt within him, causing the albino to whimper in pain. Austria kisses Prussia fiercely as he withdraws and his tongue enters his mouth, mimicking his thrusting. After a while, Prussia moans into the brunette's mouth because damn, it feels so damn fucking good when Austria hits his prostate over and over again.
Austria rubs his fingers against his familiar's cock, stroking in time with his thrusting, bringing him to completion and Prussia screams Austria's name as the violet eyed witch fills him with his seed and with his power.
England faces Austria in the same field of edelweiss.
"You really wish to die," England's voice is solemn, and the sentence comes out more as a statement than a question. America and Germany stand behind him in silence.
Austria hesitates for a moment and Prussia looks at him, eyes pleading. "Austria, no," he mouths.
The brunette ignores his familiar and turns to England. "Yes," he nods, violet eyes unreadable.
England concedes defeat.
England returns to his mansion with America and Germany. None of them speak throughout the journey back and the silence is awkward and almost unbearable. When they enter England's house, they follow him to his room and England stops, turning to the both of them. He's about to speak, but America and Germany look at him, eyes ablaze with lust, staring intently at him. He frowns.
"America," England begins, then turns to his familiar. "Germany-"
Before England can continue, Germany kisses him and America guides him into the room and on to the bed.
"W-wait," England protests, moaning as Germany breaks the kiss, hands roaming about his chest, teasing his nipples through his shirt, squeezing one in between his thumb and index finger. "What are you doing?"
America smirks as he removes the rest of England's clothes, leaving only his white dress shirt. "Fucking you," he says as if it's the most logical explanation. "I mean, making love to you," he corrects himself after Germany raises an eyebrow at him.
Germany frees America's cock quickly and takes him into his mouth, fingers stroking in an agonisingly slow manner as he sucks at the appendage, rubbing his tongue against the underside. America gathers England into his arms as he bites the alabaster skin on his neck, leaving angry red marks in the wake of his bruising kisses as the emerald eyed witch writhes and moans in his arms.
"Wait," England starts, eyes widening. "But I thought the both of-"
"Hush," America shakes his head. "It's alright," he soothes, although England doesn't really understand what is going on. Ever since the last time he had sex with America, he thought that the strawberry blonde wanted to leave him, he thought that he couldn't accept Germany's presence, but now...
Germany's mouth leaves America as America goes down on England. The strawberry blonde's mouth is warm, wet and terribly inviting and England rocks his hips forward, thrusting into his mouth while Germany fingers his entrance, long and slender digits teasing the tight hole before entering, one after another, fully lubricated.
"England," America looks slyly at the emerald eyed witch as his mouth leaves England's cock. "D'you think you can manage..." he trails off as he glances at Germany, then at England again.
"America," the word leaves England's lips in a breathy sigh and strawberry blonde nods to Germany, passes a bottle of oil to him. England has absolutely no idea how Germany knew where to get the oil from but by now he doesn't really care as America pushes yet another lubricated finger into him, adding on to Germany's four, stretching him further. "G-germany," England whimpers as his familiar curls his fingers forward while America adds another digit, and yet another, preparing him.
Without warning, America and Germany removes their fingers and England cries out from the loss of contact. America slides into sandy blonde, cock slicked with oil, filling him and England moans as America hits his prostate. He gasps when he feels Germany's fingertips at his entrance, digits entering. "Germany," England looks up at his familiar.
Germany's eyes are filled with nothing but warmth and England mewls as he pushes another finger in. America hits his prostate again, then Germany positions himself at England's already filled entrance. Stretching the emerald eyed witch further, Germany enters him slowly, painfully and England shudders in between him and America, convulsing in pain.
"Shh, love," America whispers as he licks at England's earlobe, nipping it. "It's alright," he murmurs as the emerald eyed witch does his best to relax. The both of them were fully sheathed within him, with him shivering in their arms. It hurt - of course it did - the both of them were of considerable size and even though they had done their best to prepare him for it, he was still so very tight.
"England," America's voice is soft and breathy. "You need to move..."
England rides the both of them, slowly and it is then, in that split second that America and Germany realises how vulnerable England actually is, despite everything. America feels his protective urges arising in him and so does Germany as they hold him close. The emerald eyed witch increases his speed, rising and falling with America's support on his hips and his hands on Germany's shoulders for leverage. Words leave his lips as an incoherent mess and his eyes slip shut as the pleasure from constantly having his prostate stimulated and from Germany fingering his cock, thumb rubbing the tip in a circular motion.
America feeling his cock rubbing against Germany's inside England and the friction feels strangely good as they build up an erratic sort of rhythm, pulling out, then pushing in. Germany kisses England, who sinks his nails into his shoulders, then America kisses the emerald eyed witch as he clenches and unclenches around the two of them.
It isn't long before they go over the edge, with England spilling his seed over Germany's stomach first, biting at his familiar's jugular. America and Germany follow soon after, painting the emerald eyed witch's insides white, marking him as theirs.
After a while, England stirs, eyelids fluttering open. "America," England looks up at the strawberry blonde. "I... I love-"
"I know," America smiles, kissing his brow.
England turns to his familiar. "Germany, I-"
"I'll be content to remain by your side," Germany nods, holding England's hand.
"America-"
"Sleep," America kisses England again. "It's alright. I'll share, for now," he adds, sighing blissfully, gathering the sandy blonde in his arms.
"Mm," England drifts off to sleep, limbs entwined with America's and Germany's.
"France!" Canada calls out, running across fields of wheat, smiling.
France looks at his familiar and waves as Canada hugs him tight.
"France," Canada looks up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes shining. France strokes his hair and kisses his forehead. "Where are we going?" he asks as France picks up his suitcase.
"Somewhere far, far away," France smiles fondly at him, holding his hand.
"Far... Away?" Canada frowns. "But I... America..." he falters, looking down.
"We'll come back," France squeezes Canada's hand reassuringly. "But for now, we need to go somewhere. After that, we'll go wherever you want to go," he looks at his familiar, whose smile warms his heart.
"Oh, alright then," Canada beams.
France nods, then looks away. Sometimes Canada reverts to his scared self, cowering in a corner in fear, not wanting his touch. Most of the time, he behaves like a child who knows nought of the world, a child who has only had interaction with his brother and England, who France doesn't exactly think is a fine example of 'good company', but he supposes it is better than nothing. He does his best to feed him with power so he won't lose his sanity but he knows that soon, it will no longer be enough. He has to seek out a healer, somewhere out there and it is exactly what he intends to do.
Sometimes, when Canada lies curled up by his side, France wonders why he had even hurt him in the first place. In the end, maybe England had been right all along. At the end of the day, when all is said and done, the only ones that matter are the living, because the dead will never come back to life again. Guilt eats at him and whenever he cries, Canada kisses his tears away, which makes him feel worse. He vows to make it up to him no matter what and he will do anything, no, everything in his power to make sure that no one, not even himself would hurt Canada ever again.
"Good afternoon," China greets Austria, smiling. "You have come to claim your prize, aru?"
"Yes," Austria nods.
"This way please," China leads Austria down a maze of corridors.
No words are exchanged until they arrive at a door covered in ancient text. Prussia shivers, feeling the power emanating from the room and Austria places his hand on his shoulder, telling him that things were fine.
"Your majesty," China calls out and the door swings inward, opening. "The winner is here, aru."
China steps into the room and Austria follows. In the middle of the pure white room was a pulsing red crystal the size of a man's head atop a cushion and beside it stood a familiar brunette.
"Spain?" Austria's eyes widen in surprise.
China looks at Austria in alarm. "He is our-"
"Austria!" Spain grins, cutting China off.
"Why am I not surprised," Austria mutters under his breath as his gaze shifts to the young man beside Spain.
"How do you know him?" the young man demands in a fierce whisper.
"He was my classmate," Spain smiles serenely and Austria shudders. "A long, long, time ago."
The young man shoots Spain a glare, which he ignores as he slides his hand down his waist.
"This is Romano," Spain kisses Romano on the cheek and he flushes scarlet. "My Queen."
Austria bows slightly and Prussia wonders what exactly is the relationship between Spain and the violet eyed witch, filing the question under 'things to ask later' in his mind.
"Well, congratulations," Spain pulls Austria into a congratulatory hug and the violet eyed witch's eyebrow twitches. "Shall we begin?"
Austria shrugs and Spain lifts the Crystal from the cushion, placing it on Austria's hand. It feels surprisingly light, but then again, with as with anything magical, looks were always deceiving.
"Make a wish, make it true," Spain's voice drops to a low whisper and Austria nods, closing his eyes.
Return our mortality, Austria whispers to the Crystal with every fibre of his being and it throbs in his palm, radiating heat as slowly, cracks formed on its surface, causing it to shatter into a million pieces before disappearing. When Austria opens his eyes, Prussia is staring, transfixed. Spain is still smiling, with Romano by his side.
"I knew this day would come," Spain smiles. "Somehow, I always knew that it would be you."
"Liar," Austria sniffs. "Your head was always in the clouds whenever we interacted back then."
"Maybe," there's an impish look in Spain's eyes as he turns to leave with Romano. "I suppose we'll have to abolish the War Games now. After all, the Crystal was created from the mortality of every witch in existence, granting them immortality. Now that the Crystal has been destroyed..." Spain whistles.
Prussia looks at Austria, horrified. "Are you-" he dreads what is to follow, he doesn't want Austria to kill himself, but...
Austria takes his hand. "Let us leave."
a/n: so only the epilogue's left! ahahaha. anyway, merry christmas, hope y'all find austria's decision satisfactory. reviews will be nice~