I ISH NO GOOD WITH SMUT! But here's Prussia my lovies.

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Ciao

-Emmy.

Prussia walked up towards his front door, surprised by his ability to stand and walk straight. The male had enough drinks to kill an average person, so he was damn luck he was a country and hard to kill. He loved the holidays, because it gave him a great reason to go out and get totally wasted with his drinking buddies. You of course, stayed home in the comfort of Prussia's warm house, watching overly shown Christmas movies in German.

Grabbing hold of his doorknob, he turned the contraption and walked into his house, away from the cold snow that fell from the sky and the ice on the ground. The first thing he honestly noticed was how eerily quiet it was in his home. The T.V in the living room was shut off, and there was no sign that you were even watching it. A bust of cold air hit his drunken body as he shimmed out of his jackets and jumped out of his shoes.

He quickly got to work on trying to find where you were, or trying to find out if you left. When he finally reached his kitchen and searched around, he heard the very distinctive squeak of his bedroom door opening, and then the screeches of weight on his stairs. He kept his red eyes on the arch door way that led into the kitchen and leaned on the counter.

In you came, dressed in a very revealing Santa's outfit. The tight blouse barely contained your breast, and the skirt was so short, Prussia could feel his pants tighten. You high heel clad feet gave you a few inches, but not enough to be the same height as the Prussian. Your hair was tousled and framed your smirking face. Twirling around in your hand was a very familiar object he used quite frequently on you. His all too famous riding crop.

You chucked sensually, "Hallo Liebe [1]." You practically purred at him.

Out of male instinct, his pants got slightly tighter at the sensual sound of your voice speaking his natural, rough language. "Hallo an euch." He growled back to you.

Your pink, plump lips tugged into a very sexy smirk, "I've heard that you were very naughty this year." You walked forward, bringing the riding crop up his chest. "It sounds like you need a punishment."

He smirked this time, "give me your worst punishment."

You slammed him against the counter and roughly put your lips on his, "I plan too." You whispered against his lips, "Merry Christmas you bad boy." You growled as he pulled you down into another heated kiss.

1-Hello love.

2-Hello to you.