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Chapter Seven: Pyrrhic Victory
… Maybe they should have slept separately.
It was morning, early morning. The sun had yet to grace the world with its presence and a certain German was starting to stir. It was hard to blame him, considering the state his bed partner, more hog-er, was in. Said albino was splayed out across the bed. Half of the blankets were twisted around his limbs, the other half barely covering Germany. Prussia's mouth was wide open in a snoring smile; drool running down the side of his face. He mumbled something in his sleep and shifted slightly in his sleep, his heel digging into his lover's side.
… Yeah, it was most definitely appearing that way.
Life was hardly as hectic as it had been in the ages of era passed, not even close. But all the same Germany still led the life of a working man in a number of aspects. Paperwork, attending meetings, making appearances at openings and such. When at home he had his brother to deal with, a job in and of itself. The time he spent asleep was… Probably the most calm and relaxing area of his whole existence. But no, even that had to be taken away from him.
Brows furrowed and a lip rose to reveal gritted teeth through which an irritable growl was emitted. What a way to wake up. A narrowed blue eye had its lid risen so it could turn its gaze to the man beside him. Honestly, this was a king sized bed. Did Gilbert need the majority of a king sized bed to himself!? And his brother had wondered why he never ran to sleep with him as a child after that one time…
He was up now, and there was no getting around it. Once full consciousness came so did the realization of all he had to do. There was the wall that had been the bearer of his anger the day before that needed to fix. Now that he was no longer worried about Gilbert's bit of seclusion he could go in and clean that entire room up. And there was also… Germany squeezed his eyes shut in a brow furrowed blush. And there was also the products of their activity that needed to be cleared away properly.
Trying his best to not move about too much so as to awaken the snoring beast, Germany left the mattress gingerly. There was so little blanket covering his form there was little need to toss them aside, he simply had to slide out from beneath them. Once standing he went about his morning routine of stretching his arms and popping his neck, after one short glance back at the still slumbering albino. Yes, he needed to run as well. What a busy day ahead of him
An arm snaked out from under the tangled sheet to wrap around the nearest leg of the standing blond. Slowly, the connected body slid across the mattress so another arm could be used to hug the captured leg. "Weeeeest," the groggy and still half asleep Prussian whined, his eyes barely open. Even the small movements Germany had made were enough to make him stir.
"What the fuck are you doing, getting out of bed so fucking early?" he muttered as he sat up enough so he could wrap his arms around Germany's waist and pull. "Were you really going to leave me here to wake up all by myself? You're so mean West!"
Refusing to budge, his gaze turned to give a mild scowl. Was Prussia asking this? Really? "You certainly appeared ready to push me away in your sleep, Bruder. If I'm awake I'm awake, whether by my own volition or that of yours in practically kicking my ribs, so I might as well go about today's chores," despite his initial and still remaining expression in this speech, Ludwig reached a hand down to rest it on the head of unruly bedhead silvery strands, subconsciously running his thumb along the scalp in a caress.
"The wall needs to be fixed and the living room…" Again he blushed at the mentioning, the mere thought, and glanced away as such.
"So do it later!" Prussia all but yelled in reply as his pulled on Germany's waist again. "It's too early! Can't you just lie here with me for a bit? I promise I'll help or whatever!"
To which Germany rose a skeptical brow, stopping in his thumbs movements to simply look down at Prussia with a doubtful expression. "Wirklich?"
Red eyes lit up in excitement, knowing he had won the second Germany didn't immediately say no. "Yeah, yeah! I promise!" He exclaimed, pulling on Germany's waist again.
Despite the eye roll he got, Prussia was then able to successfully pull his love back into the bed with him in the form of a still furrow browed German who upon reentering his bed took it upon himself to assure equal distribution of the blankets. He had fallen asleep naked, as he now thought ruefully. No matter how strong your immune system is you run a high chance of catching a cold should you sleep in this state.
As his arms had been around the waist from behind, the owner of this middle was forced to lie down in this state, back to Gilbert at this point. Ludwig settled on interlacing his fingers with the hands clasped at his front. Where was his pride and stubbornness going, so easily being swayed by these hands?
Prussia just short of squealed as he nuzzled into his captive. He stretched out so he could hook his head over Germany's shoulder, rather enjoying their position at the moment. Nibbling lightly on the sensitive skin, Prussia asked quietly, "Have fun last night West?"
Breath hitched in automatic response, the gasp coming as a hiss of the sudden intake of air through his teeth. To accompany his knitted brows came the renewed blush, hands tightening their hold on Prussia's. Germany had assumed they would be going right back to sleep. It seemed he was wrong. He regretted his conjecture. As he did the disobedient reactions of his body in arching his neck under the mouth and teeth. "Bruder," he warned, turning his narrowed gaze as far back as he could.
Snickers filled the room as Prussia bit harder, letting go to lick the reddening skin just before he broke skin. "Yes West~" he asked in a sing-song voice, no where near unnerved by the attempted glare.
The wince given was an elongated one, coupled with another quick inhale of oxygen and the new addition of teeth digging into the bottom lip. "Warum machst du dass?" He all but growled. "I assumed you wanted to go back to sleep, not…"
"Ah, ja, I do want to go back to sleep, it's too early, but," Prussia's voice trailed off as he licked from his bite mark to Germany's chin. He smacked his lips obnoxiously and nuzzled into Germany's neck one more. "You're just so tasty West~"
To this Germany just wiggled, craning back to now truly glare at the Teuton, effect mostly lost in the presence of his flush. "Du bist so komisch… Halte die Klappe, jetzt," he grumbled in a less than commanding tone. "If this is what you wanted me back in bed for, I think I'll be getting up now," there was a hint of movement to the edge of the bed.
"No!" Prussia yelped, flipping Germany over so he wasn't facing the edge of the bed and facing him instead. He wrapped his arms around the blond's waist again and nuzzled into his chest. "Don't go West, I'll stop, promise!" As he spoke, a small yawn forced its way through his words, making it rather hard to understand him. "Just, go back to sleep with me."
How Prussia could show strength only at certain times and not at others was an enigma. One that Germany wasn't about to bother debating at the moment. With a given sigh he hugged the mystery man himself to him. "Ja, fine. But only for a little while," he murmured, leaning his down to speak these words into the tussled hair. If he couldn't fall back asleep himself, it'd be nice to just watch Gilbert… And make sure he doesn't steal the bed and its linens.
There would have been a reply to Germany's yes with a time limit, but the tired albino had already dozed off. His hold around his brother's waist didn't lose its strength and there was no doubt it could tighten dare Germany try to sneak out of bed again. A content sigh passed the Prussian's lips, tickling the torso he was nuzzled up against. West wasn't leaving him this time.
And he didn't. For a good two or more hours Germany remained there, embracing Prussia, dozing in and out of consciousness. With the blankets mutually shared and the body heat of another he found himself toasty warm, easing him into relatively peaceful sleep. But at the end of mentioned span he realized the time by the well risen sun shining through his window. Their last bits of slumber were up, he had work to do.
An arm released it's hold on a mans shoulders and slid to his front so his cheek could be prodded with an extended finger. "Bruder... Bruder... Wach auf... It's already well past time to begin the day."
Prussia grumbled some incoherent curses and turned his head so his cheeks weren't exposed. He tightened his hold around his lover with a sleepy sigh. Damn, he was waking up now. "West," he muttered into his chest. "That's cheating, waking me up. Five.... More..." A yawn as he barely finished with a quiet, "Minutes..."
"And you always say cheating is just 'changing the rules to be more awesome,' so wake up." No submission anymore, Germany needed to get out of bed.
Soon the two were sitting up in bed, the blond holding the albino by the shoulders to watch him wake up, absentmindedly running fingers through mildly tangled silver strands. Hoping in the back of his mind there was still a fair amount of sleep grogginess, Ludwig leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on Gilberts forehead, albeit flushed in doing so. Quickly he then left the mattress and procured a set of clothing before entering the bathroom, eager to be back in clothes.
A tad dazed at first, Prussia blankly looked around the room, slowly adjusting to the light streaking through the window. He yawned and stretched his arms into the air, throwing his legs off the mattress before he was tempted to lie down and fall back to sleep. As he stood and started to follow Germany to the bathroom, a searing pain coursed through his spine, originating from his ass. The albino hissed and stumbled to his knees, grabbing his rear with one hand as the other broke his fall.
"Shit," he said under his breath, slowly forcing himself to stand up again. "Fucking West making me fucking bottom," he muttered as he limped to the bathroom, closing the door behind him so he could lean against it.
His pained expression was gone, replaced with a smug smirk as he stared at Germany. "Hey West, aren't you supposed to clean up before getting dressed? I know my cum is fucking awesome, but it is kinda uncomfortable."
From his point standing beside the shower tub combo of his bathroom Germany turned to glower at his brother. Of course he had to be so brash about everything, why was he surprised? The gaze turned away as a blush appeared and made itself comfortable. "Bringing my clothes together before I get this shower started for you and go to the other," he mumbled, embarrassed.
While he was trying to considerate, another reason for this would be his discomfort in seeing his brother in this way so early in the morning. Germany was still new to this relationship concept, mentally and bodily. The sight made his head spin.
Prussia laughed and stretched his arms into the air, yet to move from his spot against the door for he was afraid he'd fall over again. "Aww West, you're so sweet! But why can't we take a shower together? Come on, you know you want to!"
The reaction was instantaneous, like that of someone being accused - rightfully - and feeling defensive. "Nein! Ich will nicht!" Of course, it wasn't as if he could look Prussia in the face and say that. Oh no, where did you get that idea?
A pout spread across the albino's features as he took a shaky step towards the defiant German. "You don't want to take a shower with me West?"
Face still turned, Germant felt his brow twitch, mouth in a thin line. He could hear the pout in his brother's voice. "N-Nein..." Less in volume now, with less feeling and more discomfort.
A few more pained steps and Prussia was directly in front of his brother. His pout gained a stern hint to it as he reached up and forced Germany to look at him. "So you're saying you don't want to take a nice, relaxing shower with your lover after our first time?"
Gott, where was this getting him? There was practically steam rising from his face he was blushing so profusely. Lover... First time... Ugh, this would take some getting used to... Serious getting used to. As would forcing himself to look Prussia in the eye, flush gaining tint all the more. Damn... It... "... Nein?"
"And why not?" He asked, hurt apparent in his voice as he tugged Germany's face down closer to him.
Eyes squeezed shut under the sheer pressure of his discontent, Germany unconciously gritted his teeth and released a groan from behind them. "So early... No clothes... Embarrassing... Unsure if I can," gulp, "control... Keep under control."
At this Prussia released his hold on Germany's head to clamp his hands over his mouth in an attempt to contain his laughter. Oh, West was just too adorable! "Oh come now West, do you really think I would mind if we have some fun?" He snickered and grabbed Germany's hands, tugging him in the direction of the shower.
Gilbert tugged to no avail, because his tug-ee wasn't moving. "I do! Just last night, we... Can we not just take a shower and get it over with?"
Prussia instantly perked up upon hearing the words 'we...take a shower.' He grinned and reached over to the knob on the wall to turn on the water and switched the flow to the shower head above. He straightened up to look at Germany with joyous eyes. "So you will take a shower with me? Just no funny business? I promise I'll try my best to not be tempting~"
A pause, "do I have to?"
Sighing dejectedly, Prussia turned his back to Germany and crossed his arms. "There's no fun in forcing you to, just do what you want."
The Prussian gingerly lifted a leg over the side of the tub, wincing as pain erupted through his spine once again. He planted his rear on the wall of the tub, swinging his other leg over nonchalantly, as if it didn't feel like there was a raging fire in his ass.
This scene was watched intently. Germany frowned, exhaling longly in preparation for following suit. Once in he pulled the curtain closed behind them, silently reaching over to adjust the temperature just a tad. "Dummkopf Bruder," he mumbled under his breath.
Grinning like a total idiot, Prussia jumped up to hug Germany, ignoring the sudden onslaught of water and pain the rapid movement created. "Aw West, I knew you loved me~" he cooed as he ruffled Germany's hair, growing wetter by the second.
Cue the incoherent spluttering at close bodily contact. Once calming himself, a blushing Germany tried to peel the Prussian off of him. "Are we going to clean up or not?"
"Ja, ja," Prussia replied with a roll of his eyes as he reached for Germany's soap.
This was an intercepted movement, longer arms won every time. Bar of mint scented soap in hand, Germany rose a brow down at him while holding the item in question away. "What are you planning to do?"
"Well what else?" He responded with a laugh, reaching for the soap in Germany's hand. "I'm gonna wash you, duh!"
Eyes widen and a step backward, pressing his back into a wall. "W-Was? Why do you-?"
Prussia stared at his brother in confusion. "West, what's your problem? All I said was I'm gonna wash ya."
"When was that established!?" He questioned incredulously. "That's not..."
"Well it's kinda assumed when you say, 'take a shower together,' but I dunno, maybe that's just me," Prussia replied with a role of his eyes as he reached for the soap again.
With little room to move Gilbert procured the soap on this try, to which Germany did nothing more than grudgingly admit defeat. 'Why am I humiliated just from this? Already we... Couch... Gott!' blush, blush
"Kesese!" Prussia exclaimed victoriously as he pulled the bar of soap close to him in case Germany tried to grab it back. When no move was made, the albino started humming nonsensical tune as he pressed the soap against Germany's torso and started scrubbing.
There, plastered to a wall of his shower, Germany stood unmoving and unseeing beyond a few quick openings of his otherwise tightly shut eyes. Beneath the movements he relaxed, easily attributed to his brother's humming. It calmed him all too well, those sounds, nostalgic as they were.
Rather enjoying himself, Prussia thoroughly lathered Germany's upper body before moving down. He slowly dropped to his knees and started scrubbing the blond's firm legs. He worked his way up to Germany's waist, standing once more in the process. His humming never stopped, but if Germany had been looking at the Prussian he would have noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes as he grabbed the German's cock and started running the soap down its length.
Blue eyes opened to the size of dinner plates and breathing stopped, before then beginning anew at a rapid pace. Heels slipped and slid on the tub but there was nowhere for him to run. Germany was already backed into the wall. This would be one of the few times he actually felt quite helpless when concerned with another beings attack. Pant, pant, he looked down to Prussia in alarm. "Br-Bruder," he whimpered, biting into his bottom lip.
Feigned innocence filled Prussia's eyes as he let go of Germany's length, trailing the soap up to his shoulders. "What West? I'm only cleaning you. Gott, you're so horny!" Holding back snickers, he poked the German's broad chest. "Now turn around so I can get your back!"
To the first statement Gilbert received a glare, and the second a long hesitation before it was fulfilled. Keeping his eyes turned round to watch the albino's movements as best he could, Ludwig turned to face the wall with some difficulty. This was only an average shower and tub combo now holding two grown men, one of which was fairly larger than that of most males.
Oh how tempted he was to slid a finger or two past those pert ass cheeks as he ran the bar of soap across Germany's back, slowly massaging the taught muscles as he did so. It'd be so easy to do as he when he got his lower back, but Prussia had promised no funny business. And truth be told, Prussia's confidence had taken a big blow the night before and he wasn't too sure he wanted to try West now when he was still feeling the repercussions of their fun. Yawning, Prussia rested his head on his brother's shoulder as he set the soap down to keep massaging the man's back, his humming starting up again quietly.
Wound up fairly tight as he was under this spotlight he felt he was under, there was a bit of prodding needed until Ludwig fully gave in and melted under the talented fingers. And eventually he did. A pleased sigh was produced, shoulders falling so the blades could roll back into the touch, hungry for the soothing administrations. In the noting of a yawn Ludwig drew up his eased expression to raise a brow back at the Prussian.
He turned. His voice was soft, hardly audible over the roar of water. "Bruder, all of your bath supplies are in your bathroom, es tut mir leid. We are using up hot water. Be happy with my things for now." Without so much as an invitation the cast aside soap was taken into his own hand now, going through the same motions the others had.
Pink lightly touched Prussia's cheeks and his heart skipped a beat when his brother turned around and spoke so tenderly. The blush only continue deepen as Germany went about washing him. He didn't know why he was feeling so stupid and girly all of a sudden. West just seemed so... grown up all of a sudden. Sure, he knew Germany was the more responsible one, the neater one, the more mature one, but he'd always been the younger brother. But now, now that the brother line was blurred and they were lovers Prussia found himself at a loss for words. When had his West grown up so much anyways?
Sighing and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Prussia felt another yawn coming and stretched his arms into the air. "Ich liebe dich, West," he muttered, watching the blond move the bar of soap across his body.
Whereas one German took it upon himself to pay an almost painful amount of attention to the vital regions, the other did as he had wanted done to him and simply glazed over them shortly. Instead, he spent his time at the back of this man, once he had turned him round. For... A variety of reasons he knew of some negative effects to lovemaking, though he only thought of them now. Just a tad roughly, he kneaded Prussia's lower back with the soap to ease tension and soreness.
"If you are tired, maybe you should take a short nap later today, Bruder."
The suggestion of a nap brought another long yawn, making Prussia laugh. A nap sounded wonderful because, really, he would still be asleep any other day. Not to mention Germany's methodic massaging was beyond relaxing; he could easily fall back asleep standing here under the hot water and his brother's magic fingers. "That sounds wonderful West," he purred quietly, reaching for the shampoo.
Prussia turned around, his muscles protesting greatly, and squeezed out a good amount of shampoo into his palm. "Lean down so I don't get any in your eyes West," he said brightly as he set the bottle down.
And he did so, bending his head down as he slouched to compensate for that wall that was their height difference. It was a wonder that he had grown this way over the years, he could still remember having to look up at his brother, and even being carried by him. Finally bypassing him in height didn't hold the best of memories though. Hateful words had been exchanged then.
Prussia grinned and ran his fingers through Germany's hair, working the suds all the way to his scalp. Suds covered Germany's head and Prussia pulled Germany under the cascade of water and washed the soap out. "My turn!" He exclaimed cheerily, pressing the bottle of shampoo into the blond's hair.
A brow rose with the faint quirk of a smile. "You appear to be enjoying yourself," Germany murmured. A line of the shampoo was squeezed from the bottle and onto Gils hair, the green-blue gel standing out atop the pale strands. With the tube set aside Ludwig set to work, of course with no requirement for Prussia. No need for him to stoop down. That in mind Germany ran his fingers through his brother's hair to rid it of the shampoo beneath the constant shower of cooling water. Once it's temperature was noted it was quickly turned off, the two having finished cleaning themselves anyway.
"Happy now," he questioned in a mutter, sliding back the curtain and stepping out to pass a towel to the albino before taking one himself and wrapping it round his waist.
"Very!" Was the giggling reply as Prussia rubbed the towel on his hair, then down his body and wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the tub and pulled his arm up to his face, sniffing his skin. "Kesese~ I smell like West now!"
"... Du bist so komisch." Was all Germany had to offer this exclamation; face tinted a pink tone and a brow giving a single twitch. Nor did he look to the speaker when this was said. Rather, he stepped towards his sink to brush his teeth.
Since none of his stuff was in Germany's bathroom, Prussia gingerly made his way to the bathroom door. He looked over his shoulder with a lopsided grin. West was so cute~
He left the room and headed to his own, being attacked by a small yellow fuzzball the second he opened the door. "Ah! Fritz! Hey bud where've you been?" The bird chirped in reply and nuzzled against Prussia's cheek. Taking that as a 'been out, I've missed you,' Prussia placed the bird on his head and made his way to his closet. It was a giant pile of clothing without any organization. He pulled out some baggy jeans and worn out band tee.
Once dressed the Prussian pranced, the shower really helped his soreness, back to Germany's room and poked his head through the doorway. "Hey West I'm gonna head out for a little, kay?"
A fully dressed Germany had his back to the door, making the bed with some difficulty considering all the sheets had been tugged loose and had to be again tucked. All was dropped in his turning to the door, face stern. "Oi, what about helping me clean? Best keep it to 'little,' ja?"
A curse was on the tip of his tongue, but it was bit back as a smile was forced on his face. He completely forgot about that promise from earlier... "Ja! I'll be back soon, don't worry!"
He ran up to Germany and planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Ich liebe dich~" he sang as he skipped out the door, Fritz flying after him. Time to go brag to some friends not getting any!
One rather uncomfortable motorcycle ride later, Prussia was letting himself into Spain's house, all smiles. "Oooiiii~" he called out.
"GilGiiiiiiil," came a whine before the man. Antonio, managing to pull on a pair of boxers prior, appeared while rubbing at his eyes. "It's early... Why are you here?" The state of his friend brought the Spaniard to consciousness. He rose a brow. The Prussian was up and out before noon?
Beaming proudly, Prussia did a twirl and posed dramatically. "Guess who got some last night!"
Another brow rose to perform the expression of surprise. Things clicked in the Spaniards mind... But in the end completed the wrong puzzle. This could be seen in his tearing up and hugging the smaller Prussian. "Giiiiil! Just because Luddy doesn't actively show returned affections doesn't mean you need to go have a depressed, hot, and might I say rough night with Franny to make yourself feel better! His nose was broken/" The grown male sniffled. "He left before I could ask, but now it's obvious!"
"What the fuck?!" Prussia screeched, pushing the affectionate and stupid Spaniard away. He stared at the brunet in disbelief and yelled at the top of his lungs, his face a flaming red, "I did not sleep with Francis!"
A set of oblivious blinks from green eyes. "You didn't?" A tilt of the head... And then instantaneously tears dried under the heat that was his sunny smile, doing a complete turn around. Again the Prussian found himself plagued with a leech of the Spanish variety. "Then it was with Luddy!? Moi bien~"
Now that he was being hugged for the right reasons, Prussia placed his hands on his hips and held his head high. "Kesese, that's right I did! Aren't you jealous? Gott, when was the last time you and Lovi have done something? He obviously has a lot of tension!"
Not that Spain could reply to this personal question. Oh no, by it's being spoken he had already run to the phone, dialed in Frances number, and was waiting as it rang. The tell tale click at the other end started his elated speech, leaving the recipient not time enough to even answer. "Oye, Franny, guess what? It wasn't you! GilGil slept with Luddy! Moi bien, sí?" Giggle, giggle.
"Guh, Antonio! You idiot!" Prussia yelped as he tackled Spain to the ground, pulling the phone out of his hands and turning it off. "I wanted to tell him!"
"But I had to tell him it wasn't him you slept with! I was so sure... I thought about how upset Luddy would be..." Suddenly Spain sat up, blinking, looking to the Prussian that was now in his lap. "Why is Frannys face in such bad shape?"
"Well I'm pretty sure he'd know if I slept with him or not," Prussia muttered as he rolled his eyes. He looked up at Spain with a shrug, "heck if I know. He was giving me some horrible advice, being French and all and West came in a flipped out on him I mean really, him lying on me is nothing in comparison to past things he's done."
"Que? Luddy is possessive, sí? He doesn't want to see his little GilGil being hugged by Franny... Little..." A grin broke across his face, one of a more devious nature. "GilGil was bottom, sí?"
A furious blush consumed Prussia's face and he glared at the ground. "Of course no-"
"What the FUCK?!" Romano stood in the doorway, staring at the two on the ground with saucers for eyes. The scene before him made his mind spin. Prussia was, blushing, sitting in Spain's lap, who was grinning a smile different from his usual ditz grin. "What the fuck?!" He screeched again, unable to move from his spot at the door.
Spain met Romano's gaze with his own, hugging Prussia tightly while still grinning. "Oye, Lovi, guess what? GilGil and Luddy are together now!" Laughing heartily, Antonio nuzzled Gilbert.
Prussia rolled his eyes and halfheartedly attempted to dislodge the loving Spaniard, blush still in place. This wasn't going to turn out well...
"Don't cling to him like that!" Romano said, his voice yet to lose volume and his feet still planted in place. He looked away and added as an after thought, "it's not good to cling to that idiot, you saw what happened to the rapist...
Long arms wrapped around Romano's waist from behind as a head, adorned with bandages covering the nose, rested on his shoulder. "That was so mean of you to hang up on me GilGil! I left as soon as I got the call th-"
"CHIGI!" Romano screeched, pulling out of France's hold to run over to Prussia and Spain on the floor and cower behind his former caretaker.
Pulling himself and his captured Prussian up, Antonio released Gilbert only to change targets, now embracing his quivering little Italian. "Lovi, it's not nice to call people rapists," he murmured, then turned to Gilbert in a pout, "or hang up on people!"
"Well he is!" Both Prussia and Romano yelled at the same time, glaring at each other for stealing his line. Their outburst made France frown and hang his head in depression.
"Oh, so little amour there is for le pays d'amour!" He exclaimed, placing his hand to his forehead dramatically. He recovered quickly as he floated over to Prussia, hearts and flowers simply emanating from him. "So mon Gilbert, I hear you had a rough night with your lover. Judging from the way you're standing, I was right about everything."
The blush from earlier was nothing compared to the shade of red Prussia turned, his hands unconsciously flying back to cover his rear. "Sh-shut up! You guys are so fucking not awesome! I came to brag to you losers who haven't been getting any!"
France stared at his friend with a smug expression, making the albino swear and look to Spain and Romano. "Well at least you! When has the last time been since you've guys fucked anyways?!"
Romano's own face flushed to challenge Prussia's red as he pushed Spain away and backed away a few feet. "W-w-we haven't ever done anything!" He screeched.
In disbelief, Prussia looked to Spain for confirmation as France sighed and rolled his eyes. Stupid Germans...
Oblivious as he is, Spain simply laughed in an almost awkward manner. "Sí, sí, where would you ever get the idea that we had, GilGil?"
"Nii-chan, you walk too fast!" And another one joined the fun. A panting and exasperated Italy appeared among the group then, leaning his head against Frances shoulder as he caught his breath. "Veeee," he wheezed.
Righting himself was what brought about the knowledge of Gilberts presence. In noticing this Feliciano broke into his trademark goofy smile, skipping over to hug the Prussian. "Good morning~"
"Hey Ita-chan," Prussia said distractedly as he pat the Italian on the head like a dog. His eyes were glued on said Italian's brother and his not lover. He had been so sure they were a thing! How was this possible? Why else would Spain put up with Romano's shit if he weren't getting something out of it? It was mind blowing and just ridiculous-wait...
"You mean I've been taking advice from you and you don't even have a relationship?!" He yelled, pointing at Spain in disbelief.
"Heee, but my advice /worked/, no?" He replied, sporting a smug grin.
"And he even gave Doitsu advice too, once before!" The still Prussian stuck Italian defended. "Er, after I brought him from my house when he wanted /my/ help."
Back at home a busily cleaning German sneezed, having been doing so for a few minutes. "Was ist los!?" He cried.
"Anyways," France drawled as he went to Prussia's unoccupied side and placed an arm around his shoulder, his haughty expression looking rather ridiculous with the bandages on his nose. "What was it like Gilbert? Being the uke to your brother, hm?"
As Prussia's blush returned and he tried to find words to argue, Romano snorted and crossed his arms. "Ha, not so awesome anymore, are you stupid albino?"
Fire flashed in the taunted Prussian's eyes and he pulled out of Italy and France's grip to charge at Romano. "Fucking brat!" He yelled, arms outstretched to grab the Italian.
Romano squealed in terror and quickly jumped behind Spain as France laughed and grabbed Prussia before he got any closer to the terrified boy. "Oh, Lovi-chan, don't be so mean to little Gilbert! He is still sensitive about this topic... and elsewhere," he said, taking hold of Prussia's ass, making him yelp in surprise and slight pain.
"Fucking shut up!" He hissed, fighting back tears.
"Did you have fun?" Spain wasn't about to miss out on this fun that was teasing the Prussian. "Was it good? Both being German, Luddy must have easily brought all your defenses down." He stood before the object of their enjoyment, hands on his knees in his kneeling down to grin at the same eye level. "Did little GilGil use his wonderful voice well?"
"Shut up shut up shut up!" Prussia struggled against France, who had a rather strong hold on his arms. "Fucking bastards! I'm topping him next time, you'll see!"
Snickering, France started nibbling on his friend's ear. "But Gilbert is such a cute uke! It'd be such a waste for him to be a seme, don't you agree Antonio~?"
"Sí," Spain purred, his nose and lips ghosting Gilberts forehead and hair. "And of patatas-amigo's... Prowess, no?"
"Shut up!"
A few away from the trio was a stupefied Romano. What was Spain doing? Sure he expected these things from rapist idiots like France and Prussia... But what the hell was Spain doing?! "STUPID BASTARD SPAIN!" He yelled, head butting the Spaniard before running upstairs to lock himself up in another room.
Taking advantage of France's laughter, Prussia jerked his head back, making a bulls eye on the blond's nose. The hold on his arms was instantly released as the blushing Prussian ran out the door. "I hate you both!" He yelled, not caring one bit France was on the ground clutching his nose in pain as he ran out the door.
"So un-cute," France whimpered.
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He knew this was going to happen. He just did. How did Germany know that it would end up this way?
" 'I will help you clean,' he says," Ludwig grumbled grumpily, closing the door of the washing machine none too gently. What had happened to Prussia's being gone for a little? Since when did a little translate to hours!? Feeling pressured to do so by time, Ludwig had eventually gotten to work cleaning, most of his time taken up in fixing the wall that had received the wrath of his anger the previous day. This all meant throwing dust around, something he did not appreciate. In his hatred he had purchased an apron in years passed. And yet...
Moving from the laundry room to the living room he fended off a blush while starting on the couch. A pink apron was what covered his front to save it from dust, chemicals, and whatever mess he happened to be cleaning at the time. It had actually come from his time living with Austria when he also had to do all the house chores, while also then pinching money to make the Austrian happy. So he bought the cheapest apron ge could find that fit him. It just so happened to a pink color.
The entire house shook as a very peeved Prussian stormed into the house, Fritz buried deep into his hair in terror of his furious master. "Fucking bastards make fucking fun of me I'll show them I'm no fucking uke and fuck fuck fucking fuck it fuck them-" He cut off his dark rambling nonsense to stare at Germany in his pink apron. "How the fuck can you fucking top me when you're wearing a fucking pink apron?!" He yelled, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation.
"Ignoring the apron comment for now," Germany sighed, already feeling exasperated himself and turning from his work to his brother, "what happened to make you so upset?"
His already red with fury cheeks gained a deeper shade from embarrassment. "Nothing!" He yelled, stomping across the living room to plop down on the couch, arms crossed in an angry pout. "Fucking Francis and Antonio," he muttered under his breath.
And another sigh. Germany had been down on his knees for better cleaning if the couch, unable to rise from said position on the floor until the arrival of the angered Prussian. For now he simply opted to move and sit on the floor directly in front of the Albino, watching him. "It was them you went to see? I imagine Spain wasn't even up yet, ja? Did something happen?" He refrained from asking of Frances condition.
Prussia stuttered and fervently shook his head. "What? Fuck! No! N-nothing happened!" He jumped to his feet, laughing awkwardly. "I-I-I'm gonna go play some video games!"
"Bruder," Germany interjected, eyes sliding up to meet a red gaze from beneath his stern brow.
"What?!"
" 'Beruhige dich,' ja? I don't need another wall to fix because of France."
Prussia flushed and glared down at the blond. "It's nothing to do with him! It's you! Why, how can you top me when you're the one who does all the uke stuff?! You cook, you clean, fuck you're a total neat freak, you have a flipping pink apron for fuck's sake!"
"Is that what this is about?" He questioned incredulously, showing a fine example of a facepalm. "Have I not explained this all before? Roderich insisted that if I bought one it was cheap, and there's no point in buying another if already I own one that is perfectly suitable."
A knee bent up so he could drag his hand down the length of his face and rest respective elbow atop upturned knee. "Bruder, you left in such a positive state. After your so called 'out a little' you return upset."
Prussia crossed his arms and flopped onto the couch again. "They were teasing me..." He muttered quietly.
"And since when does that affect someone of your ego?" Germany offered.
"Because you really did top me!"
Pause... Widened blue eyes blinked once, twice as a blush formed before they narrowed again under the pressure of his knitted brow. "That's what you were talking about!? With Spain, and France!" Germany could feel himself drifting towards the thought of hiding under a rock for a few hundred years, hand over his madly flushing face as it was shaken.
With a roll of his eyes, Prussia sighed in disgust. "See!? And you're a blushing princess, total uke move!"
"Mind explaining what this 'uke' is?"
"Fucky teary eyed pansy ass excuse of a man!" Prussia jumped to his feet again and ran to his room. He returned with his arms full of manga. He dumped them into Germany's lap. "There's plenty of examples in there."
"You've been getting these from Kiku, haven't you?" Germany sighed, only glancing through them with mild attention.
"Well duh, now actually look at them West!" He whined, plopping onto the floor to open one to a random graphic page. He pointed at it and yelled, "See?! That's awesome for some cute kids, but not for me! I'm too awesome to be like that!"
A quick glance over the page, a brow risen and mouth in a thin line with his shallow blush. "Didn't seem that way last night," the German mused.
"Well duh! I'm not succumbing to that shit!" Prussia frowned and picked up another book. "Oh, I haven't read this yet," he muttered, his ranting forgotten as he flipped the manga open.
"Oi!" Blond hair shook rapidly, yet to be donned with gel. Germany swiped the book, beginning to pick up its brothers. "Don't leave these out here. There's still cleaning to be done! I finally cleared all of your clothes, I need to finish your room before the washing is done so they can be put away neatly in drawers and on hangers."
"Bruder, you gave your word! That was the stipulation for sleeping in!" This was said with a growl, fear factor greatly lost in the presence of a pink apron even when hidden behind all the books held in his arms when he stood.
"But you also said I could take a nap~" Prussia set the manga down to hop onto the couch. "And I'm so tired after last night!"
A fine bit of brow twitching in his bending down to take up cast aside book among the others in his hold. "Do as you want," he grumbled, turning to leave for the albinos room. Before he did Germany added in a murmur, "I moved your things... To my bathroom..."
That got Prussia's attention. He sat up instantly with wide eyes. "What?! You did?!"
"W-Was? Was I not supposed to?" At first he spoke quickly, as if he had done something wrong. Then Germany blushed, gaze moving to the floor. "I didn't quite know... How to go about... Doing things if we're, now that we are..."
"No no no!" Prussia leapt to his feet and collided into the blushing blond. "Oh West you're so cute! I was shocked! You were so awkward this morning, I wasn't expecting you to be so sweet~"
"Warum machst du dass!?" He cried in response, bending forward rapidly to catch falling books from the jolt in their collision. Once he had righted himself Germany looked to Gilbert with a risen brow then back to anything that wasn't him. "I imagined that's what most people in that situation do…"
"Well yeah, but this is you we're talking about!" Prussia exclaimed with a laugh as he hugged Germany around the books. "I wasn't expecting you to do normal couple things like this so fast!"
"Urk, forgive me for not being normal!" Germany responded instantly, chancing a step forward in hopes of prying the Prussia from him without resorting to dropping all of the books and using his arms. "Release me, I need to put these away and complete all the needed cleaning before I have to start making food."
"Kesese fine fine~" Prussia giggled and relinquished his hold on Germany to walk beside him cheerily. "So does this mean I get to sleep with you in your bed?"
In the beginning there was no answer, just walking down the hall with a still lightly scrunched face in his embarrassment. Then, he spoke, but didn't answer the question. "… You have a propensity for taking up the entire bed…"
Silence was also Prussia's initial response as he mulled over the meaning of 'propensity.' His vocabulary had never been very good. It finally clicked and a pout pulled at his lips. "Aw, I'll work on that, promise West!"
And that's when they reached their destination, providing a perfect excuse for Germany to put a delay on his replying. The floor had been cleared of clothing, but was still littered with empty bags of chips, various items, and tiny fuzzballs from the numerous chicks it had once housed. Gently dumping all of the books on the floor, Ludwig began to methodically place them on a shelf in apathetical order by title, also within order of the series. Oh the wonder of organization! You'd think Prussia had never heard of it.
"Du kannst… Wenn du willst," in a murmur, refusing to avert his gaze from the task at hand that was placing books in the shelf.
"I will then!" The albino said with a laugh as he flopped onto his bed. He watched Germany sort through his books for a few minutes then groaned. "West, I'm hungry. Weren't you gonna make some food?" He paused then grinned, "Wifey?"
Chiseled arms froze in their movements. Brows twitched. The voice came through gritted teeth pulled into a snarl and the eyes turned back just a hint, "Bruder," it was a warning.
"What? You cook. You clean. You're organized. You have no objection to wearing a cheap pink apron. Although you may have topped last night, I'm gonna win in the end, you'll see." With a Cheshire grin he splayed his arms and legs out on the bed. "So the only logical solution here is that you're the wife of this relationship we've started here."
"Halte die Klappe." Now he was beside the bed, glaring down at the albino. "I need to clean these sheets. Of course, I suppose the wife is too busy cleaning to cook for a good long while."
Prussia smugly grinned up at the glowering blond and stretched his limbs as far as they could go to cover as much of the sheets as possible. "But wifeys need to be good women and cook for their men! C'mon West, cater to my every need~"
Whether the click of the shifted switch within Germany was audible or not was indiscernible. All that was known was that it had been done. The glare loosened into something of a smirk. "A wife intuition tells me you have a more pressing need I must care for, Bruder."
It wasn't until much later that the newly dirtied sheets were finally washed.
End of Chapter Seven
Yeah… Still am not quite sure of where this chapter was going XD Just real random. Not that I care! Finishing it as I stay home with more stomach problems to then find I have a snow day tomorrow~ Four day weekend, baby! (Haya interjects and says: OMG! I forgot Monday was off xD) Never mind that I have a buttload of homework . … Shhhh, don't tell anybody…
As a parting note… Snow is pretty and all, but a pain in the butt when it falls on already severely muddy ground -_-;
Pyrrhic Victory = This is a term taken from the exploits of King Pyrrhus of Epirus in his defeating the Romans in two separate battles all in 280 and 279 BC. Basically, he won, but suffered immense casualties in doing so. Today it is used to mean a victory won at a devastating cost to the winner. Seeing as France won the battle of getting the Germans together at the price of his nose, and Prussia got to brag to his friends while getting his pride picked at, I thought it would be good~ Took me forever to find it as our title, though…
Wirklich? = Really?
Warum machst du dass? = Why are you doing that?
Du bist so komisch… Halte die Klappe, jetzt = You are so strange/silly… Shut up, now
Bruder... Bruder... Wach auf = Brother… Brother… Wake up
Nein! Ich will nicht! = No! I don't want!
Dummkopf Bruder = Stupid-head Brother
es tut mir leid = I'm sorry
Ich liebe dich = I love you
'Beruhige dich,' ja? = 'Chill out,' yes?
Du kannst… Wenn du willst = You can… If you want
Moi bien = Very good