The Wedding Dress

The castle is really convenient. Behind, there's a big garden that looks more like a small forest by a thin river. Friedrich and I would always meet there, when he isn't busy. He's always so caught up with various kinds of lessons, but then, we would often meet in the garden, where the court can't see us, so that it has become a sort of shelter for the both of us.

This afternoon is a peaceful one. I met him earlier in his study and we walked away from the castle. We find a spot on the grass, he sits against a tree and I sit on his lap. I kiss him. It tastes like spring, and for a moment I feel a bit dumb for thinking that, but never mind. When we pull away, I lean into his embrace and he strokes my hair.

"Gilbert… It's always strange, you know?

-What?

-I mean… I'm married and… You're not only a man, but a nation too… It's so weird…

-You don't have to worry about that, you know? You told me. I'm your true bride. And you're the prince, so I can't refuse it." I grinned. He chuckled.

"That's true. Though the idea of you wearing a dress seems a tad strange, doesn't it?

-You mean it wouldn't suit me?

-Uh, I didn't say that… But now that you talk about it…

-What? Wait, what…"

He snakes his arms around my back and under my knees and he lifts me. I shriek.

"Uwaah! What do you think you're doing? Stop it already!"

I struggle in his arms, and he's laughing. While I wonder what's going to happen to me, he leads me through the garden, dry twigs snapping under his feet and leaf-shaped shadows dancing on both our skins. He then carries me to a door behind the castle.

"Here, if we come upstairs from this door, we won't be seen."

He carries me up the stairs, and it feels quite unawesome but he doesn't really let me any choice. We arrive in the corridor, also known as the best place if you want to be seen by indiscreet people. That's why a young woman currently working as a servant in the palace is now having before her own startled eyes the picture of her prince lovingly carrying the awesome Prussia princess-like in the middle of the castle.

I froze and Friedrich kept his trademark smile printed on his face and kindly explained.

"Prussia is not feeling very well, I believe he's tired of the long walk in the park, maybe because of the heat too? I will take care of him, do not worry. Also, my bedroom is closer, so it's best if he rests there. Please do not disturb us."

Fortunately, she seems to understand and she leaves. I sigh. I wonder how on earth he can say this whole lot of lies while pulling a straight face. It's certainly thanks to his diplomatic skills.

He leads me to his bedroom. I've never been here, since he's changed since last time, and this one is plain, but cozy nonetheless. Of course his father wouldn't let him decorate as he wishes, so the walls are kept a plain white. The bed, however, is huge. He puts me down on it and I'm almost drowning in the fluffiness.

"W… Wait, what are you doing?" I don't think I'm ready for this.

"Don't worry, it won't take too long." Hmpf, if he wants to do it, it would be best if it lasted some time… He kisses my forehead and disappears in a deep cupboard. I try to catch a glimpse of what he's looking for but he quickly gets out, after some fumbling, and holds out triumphantly a pearly white dress. My jaw drops at least six inches. I wasn't really prepared for this of all things. Good lord, I'm Prussia! The great kingdom of Prussia whose strength is feared Europe-wide! He walks toward me with a wicked grin. He pins me down.

"Ah! Don't, you perverted man!"

He gets rid of my jacket, and soon my shirt comes undone too, and it goes on until I'm left in my underwear. I'm blushing and I'm sure the red on my cheeks makes the best contrast with my skin. Also, Friedrich seems to have lost a bit of his confidence, because he's stopped and he's blushing too. Now it gets a bit awkward since none of us knows what to do. He clears his throat.

"Hmm… Maybe… how about we… consummate our wedding?

-WHAAAT?" Mein Gott, I thought out loud.

"Come on, Gilbert, this isn't the first time you do that.

-Of course, but I never did it with a human!" I've done it with some of the nations, but never as a love matter.

"Everything needs a first time, don't you think?

-Uh… But… you've never did it with a man, did you?

-Nor with a woman, actually…" He looks slightly embarrassed. And I look… bizarre.

"This is your first time?" I blurt out. "What about your wedding night… with your official wife?

-We spent it in parted rooms" He confessed sadly.

"Then, are you sure?

-Yes." He looks frustrated. "Gott, Gilbert, I want you!"

I'm grinning and blushing at the same time. He kisses my bare collarbone and I'm glad for the warm feeling that spreads through me, because I was beginning to feel cold. He takes care of my chest in the most pleasurable way and I whine, yes, I do, because I've been waiting for this for many years already. As he places open-mouthed kisses on my chest and stomach, I decide to do something useful, and truth be told, his shirt looks better once on the floor. I pull him into an eager kiss and I arch my back. In a few seconds we are rutting against each other and it seems dirty to do that with a prince, and then he kisses all the way down my pale stomach. He kindly gets rid of my underwear, without hesitating. He stares a bit too long to my liking and I begin to die slowly from embarrassment.

"So… you're an albino down there too?"

Most awkward question ever. France couldn't have done best. But I don't want to think about France now; it's a kind of a hard-on killer.

"O… Of course! What did you expect?" He chuckles.

"Well, you're unique, after all, yes?

-What's th…"

I am forced to stop as he takes care of my raging erection and I lose it completely. I grab his long, soft hair and I have the feeling I'm falling deep down in the bed sheets, and I feel his teeth and sometimes he pauses to breathe, but then he's all over it again and… He stops.

"Damn, Friedrich…" I try to groan in between loud pants.

"You're frustrated? It's not done yet, I won't let you go now."

I roll my eyes. But he may also need attention, since he's removing his pants. I messily grab his hands and hold them still. He looks surprised and he looks at me. I'm panting.

"Wait… Let me do it." I blurt out.

I undo his pants and underwear and try to look as casual as possible while painfully avoiding looking between his legs.

"Then, shall we put an end to this?

-No!" The words come out before I can stop them. He looks at me with concerned and I almost feel bad for stopping the whole thing. My hands are shaking. I know the room is locked but what if someone finds us? Friedrich would be certainly sentenced to death or something like that. Because of me. Maybe it's too late, maybe we let too much clues slip away. I try to remember what could have even suggested we were having a romance issue, and I think about too many little gestures, little nothings that could have betrayed us. The servant who saw us about a few minutes ago may be suspecting something. My hands are shaking.

"What is it? You don't want this?" Friedrich says carefully.

"It's forbidden, Friedrich… What if they find us and then…" I stutter and he shushes me.

"They won't, Gilbert. The room is locked and the walls are so thick nobody will hear even if you scream." He says with a sly grin, and I blush. I'm grinning too.

"What's wrong with doing what we want to?" He continues. "We're causing no harm."

That's true. Friedrich never does what he wants. He didn't want to be married, he doesn't want to be a king, and maybe he didn't even want to live in Prussia in the first place. Maybe I'm the only way out for him, and if I can give him this pleasure, if we can evade together, then I would accept gladly. I hugged him tight.

"I'm sorry. Let's do this."

He smiles and kisses me. Then he puts himself on top of me and he enters. Maybe I should have told him to prepare me first, since there's no way he could have known. It's been so long, and it kind of burns, but I quickly feel like I'm more used to it than I thought, I know this sensation. I encourage him to move by wrapping my arms around his neck. He moves and I wince a bit, but I can bear it, it's pleasurable. Even if he's not that heavy, I can feel the weight of his chest pinning me down in the bed sheets, and there's nothing between us. I ride him easily while he moves faster and faster. A bit clumsily, he reaches my sweet spot from time to time, I moan and I see stars, and I hope that he does too. There's his hot and damp breath on my neck, and this incredible heat down there, and tears stream down my face and it's so pleasurable, I'm groaning and moaning unintelligible curses again and again. He doesn't last long: nor do I, and he moves quicker, breaking the steady rhythm he had build, and the pleasure is overwhelming, until… Until…

My mind flashes white, and I almost lose my mind, my muscles are clenching uncontrollably, and it takes a while for me to understand it's done. Eventually, I feel him come too, hot inside, and he stills. My vision is clear again, and he brushes away my damp hair from my forehead, kissing my lips softly, and I feel the heat radiating from his face. He's looking at me straight in the eyes.

„Knallrot."

Bright red.

„Was ?"

What?

„Deine Augen. Sie sind so schön…"

Your eyes. They're so beautiful…

„Friedrich…"

„Was?"

What?

„Ich liebe dich."

I love you.

„Diese Augen haben mir schon alles erzählt."

These eyes have already told me about that.

I smile sleepily. Poetry isn't a bad thing, after all, and Friedrich is quite good at that. Then he laughs, my mind is numb and I don't really understand.

"So…" He says. "What about that dress, then?"

Here it is! After ages, I must confess, and I'm really sorry about this ridiculously long wait, but it's true I've had work and all, so I couldn't find the time to think about it, and in the meantime, I've been writing other stories and everything. Thanks to the ones who still have the patience to read me! I'll try to be quicker next time, maybe.

Review please!