Oh. My. God. So sorry! It's been like, what? A month? Yeah it has! Just over a month since our last update since that was our rushed "get it up on Valentine's Day somewhere" chapter! XD W00h00! So, this chapter was entirely done through email on our phones x'D I've been so busy, those the month hiatus. School suddenly decided to give me bunches of work I couldn't procrastinate on Dx (**) So since Go-chan had spring break this week (I didn't T.T) I was like, "Dude I should start this or else we'll never get this done.." So I did and we've been working on it all week x'D Sorry if it's choppy or something, tis the thing that comes with rping through phone email x'D Anywhos! Here's the ninth installment of TaTaoTL! Oh and *winkwink* I advise adding us to your Author Alert if you haven't already. There might be something new coming your way. *hinthinthint* Oh also! My little 100th reviewer prize is still in place! For anyone who forgot or didn't read before, the 100th reviewer of TaToaTL gets a oneshot from me and Go-chan of their choice. OH! And thank you for all of your wonderful reviews last chapter! 333 Sorry we never got around to replying to them Dx We might do so now cause we're geeks like that. Dunno. Anywhos, enough stalling, next chapter!
Chapter Nine: Battle Scars
It was late at night and not even the crickets were awake. Heavy panting filled the room along with the scent of sweat. Smug crimson eyes bore into the timid blue orbs below. A smug smirk was stuck on Prussia's face as he leaned down to kiss his West. "I knew you'd see it my way West. I'm better off as a seme, I'll make sure you don't regret it."
He moved down Germany's body, slowly kissing his muscled torso. His heart was racing and he was so hard it was painful. But that'd all be solved soon. After all, he was going to finally get his wish… He was going to top West.
And the albino wiggled uncomfortably on the mattress, pulling away from the embrace keeping him in place. It was hot, too hot for pesky bed sheets. His feet kicked away the covers to try to cool his overheated body. His eyelids were twitching at a rapid pace as his eyes frantically moved about, of course that wasn't the only sign of his less than innocent dream as a small moan escaped his lips.
A moan of which woke his bed partner and owner of the arms restraining him in sleep. Or rather, woke him somewhat. Ludwig was hardly fully awake, thus the annoyed, slurred tone of his voice. "Bruder?"
Another moan came in response as the Prussian twisted and turned, his hands slowly trailing across his body. The annoyed complaint took a completely different sound in his dream. It was a mewl, a cry of a bottom. At this Prussia gave an ecstatic giggle. Everything was just too good to be true!
He grabbed a bottle of lube and coated his hands to grab his cock. The sudden warmth of his hands felt so good on his straining member, eliciting a guttural groan from the dreaming albino. West was already stretched so he plunged right to his base. Prussia gasped and curled into himself as he pumped himself in time with his thrusts.
Now it was time for the true shock. Prior half lidded iced orbs widened considerably. The German scrambled to sit up and scoot away to the far edge of the bed. How was one supposed to react to...?
What was going on? Eyesight adjusted slowly, piecing together the puzzle. The albinos flushed frame, his dreaming sounds, and now the hands groping himself. Was Ludwig's brother honestly having a... Wet dream?
Prussia's face was contorted in confusion and pleasure. His pride was overjoyed. He won! He was topping! But it didn't feel right! He felt cold and incomplete... His hand left West's body, leaving his member in actuality to stick his fingers in his mouth.
He wasn't sure what he was doing; his body was just moving on its own now. In his dream he pulled out of West. With a whimper the albino pulled his knees under him to get a better reach to his rear. Almost timidly the sleeping Prussian slipped a pale finger past his ring of muscles.
With a mixture of horror and fascination he watches the scene, eyes wide and face steadily rising in red tint. "B-Bruder?" Something in Germany kept him in place, kept him from waking Prussia then and there. He did nothing to take advantage of the Teuton but he did not move away and leave him to his dreams either. All he did was watch, feeling a forming pressure in his lower regions.
Pants filled the air as he slowly wiggled his finger about, mewling at the strange feeling he was bringing upon himself. As he slid in a second finger he whined, "West."
He, too, felt his breath quicken just watching all of this. Biting his lip Ludwig turned his head away. But he was unable to turn his gaze away, eyes still trained on the wriggling and moaning Prussia. "Was soll ich tun?" He questioned, completely lost and noting the quick departure of his sanity hurrying it's pace.
In the dream world Germany was stupefied, disbelieving that Prussia was suddenly abandoning his topping dreams. Mouth agape in a silent scream, he inserted a third finger. "West don't just sit there. Help me!" he cried in his dream. From the sleeping figure came, "West, West oh West."
Why it was so surprising to hear his name coming from his lover's lips in a wet dream, Germany did not know, but it was. He blinked once, twice. "Was in der Welt-?" A shaky breath as he ran a hand down his face. This was just so damn... Ugh, what was Prussia doing?
"West," he cried even louder. "Touch me already!"
The bed shook lightly in time with the sudden jump of a German general. Once the shock has passed he groaned. "Gottverdammt." He was long past hard after watching for so long. Finally he could take the temptation no longer and surged forward and upon Gilbert, pressing their lips together with great force.
The force jarred Prussia from his sleep. He pulled his fingers out of himself to wrap his arms around West. His eyelids fluttered as dreams and reality blended together. He leaned into the kiss with a desperation unlike his character.
Large and calloused hands found their way up Gilberts back, pressing their bodies together so the Germans engorged sex was firmly pushed into the other male's thigh. With ease the kiss turned ever more heated as Germany delved his tongue into Prussia's mouth and explored already charted territory with a newfound passion.
Heaving for air by the time he pulled back, fogged blue eyes stated down beneath knitted brows.
Breathing heavily, Prussia stared up at his lover in confusion. When had the dream ended and reality began? Or had everything been real? "West?" He gasped, looking for an answer.
"Mind telling me... Why you woke me up like this?" He asked, still hovering above him with a hardened expression in his withheld lust. "Moaning and doing unto yourself things I could very well be doing."
A raging blush consumed Prussia's pale skin. Eyes wide in shock he stuttered in disbelief, "I-I...you...watched?" He gasped and covered his face with his hands, embarrassed beyond belief and still not completely awake for his pride to hide it.
"It's hard not to," Ludwig murmured, brow twitching whilst his gaze turned away for a moment. When it returned he took hands away from the red face they were concealing. "Dass ist nicht sehr nett. Sharing a bed with someone and doing that. Especially after messing with their Bier and tying them up, ja?"
"B-But I can't help what I dream!" Prussia exclaimed with tears forming in his eyes.
The tears caught him off guard. Between that and such a humiliated blush some of himself was returned in the shock of seeing his egocentric brother as thus. "Oi, Bruder, beruhige dich." Germany swept the tears away shortly.
"What did I do?" Prussia whispered, afraid of the answer.
Brows returned to furrowing and cheeks to blushing. Though he remained atop the smaller Prussian, Germany shifted his gaze away. "There was a lot of noises... And quite a bit of... Lewd movements of the hand to yourself."
"Yeah but..." He wiggled uncomfortably and hissed, "Where."
"Wo denkst du?" Germany growled, what he had of patience thinning. This was not earning his throbbing need any attention.
"Why?!" Hands pulled out of Germany's grasp to cover his face again. "I don't want to bottom..."
With a shaky sigh and nodding of his head Germany willed himself down a fraction, this taking quite a bit of self discipline to accomplish. "So that's what this is about." Leaning his head down, Ludwig made an attempt at calming the Prussian in softly kissing his knuckles.
He parted his fingers slightly to peek up at the blond. "I don't get it West. Why do I like it so much when I'm so awesome?"
Lips were beginning to trail down to his wrists. "Could it just be that your prostate is more of the 'awesome' sort than mine?"
Prussia scoffed and rolled his eyes. "That's stupid West. I'm Preußen! I am the most fucking awesome kingdom ever. Vital region occupation was my specialty... And now here I am taking it up the ass and liking it, wanting it!"
Pausing in his advance downward, Germany looked up. "And there is something wrong with that?" A silence, "even if it's me?"
"But that's what I'm saying!" Prussia sighed in exasperation as words failed him. After several seconds of silence he exclaimed, "only you can make me feel like this!"
It was only for a short spans of time that Ludwig stared, letting the words sink in. It was surprising to think they could affect him so. They both expressed their feelings in their own ways, making them known to the other. But it still managed to give something of a dorky grin in the awkwardness that was his shows of joy. Again he leaned forward, kissing Gilbert.
"Wait a second!" Prussia protested, pulling away with his brows furrowed. "What are you doing going about like everything is fine? I'm still confused!"
A sigh. "I'd been hoping you were past it, to tell you the truth."
More than a little miffed if only because his brother was acting like this after arousing him so, Germany moved off of him to sit on his side of the bed and run a hand through his short blond hair. "Are you just completely unwilling?"
Thinking and just waking up did not mix will with Prussia. Thinking in general didn't go well with him. So it was only natural he was getting more and more confused with how his brother was acting. With a small frown Prussia crawled next to Germany and nuzzled into him, frown now a pout. "It's not that either..."
Again there was a loss for words as he tried to think of a way to explain what he was feeling. His pride was all he had after his dissolution and even that had been threatened under Russia's iron fist. When he was reunited with West, well it was obvious he was broken and West was never one for words... So they never talked about it... Never talked about what exactly went on beyond that wall dividing them...
Looking up shakily, Prussia bit his lip. He hated talking about feelings as much as his brother did, but he knew he couldn't just keep this to himself, or tell Spain and France instead. "It's-It's just... Being the bottom has never been connected with caring and love before..." His voice trailed off as he looked away, gnawing into his bottom lip ferociously as a blush consumed his face once more. It had been hinted at, but Prussia had never confirmed it before... About him. Prussia's heart was doing flips in fear of how West would react.
A pale blue gaze was trained on the speaker all the while, intent on him. At first it didn't quite make sense to him what it was Gilbert was saying. It was always in the back of his mind, their separation, making him fearful of being away from his Bruder for long. It was in his knowledge that he had been harmed emotionally and physically during the time of Soviet occupation. Anything in the area of sexual relations was pushed far out of his reach before he could think of it, both then and now. Ludwig simply refused to visit the idea. But now it was being addressed. Prussia was so proud, there was no way he would be a 'bottom' to anyone willingly - with the exception of him, but even that was difficult. Putting this and Russia together...
Germany bristled the second the realization hit him. Always, always pushing the concept away. Always. Had it really-? Breathing stopped after a sharp inhale. Russia, to his big brother, to his love... An animalistic and possessive growl was emitted.
"So... Er... Wirklich..."
Shrinking away from Germany, Prussia nodded, his head still down turned. His lip had started bleeding from his chewing and now the salty tang of blood filled his mouth. He couldn't meet West's eyes; he was afraid to... "Ja," he whispered quietly.
As short fused and stern as he was, Germany was no idiot. There had never been any hope in paying Russia for what he had done. Now, now knowing what had gone on all along... "Gottverdammt!" Again hands came up to tangle the fingers in cornsilk strands. The anger was visible, though subdued somewhat. For the lasting time of some moments he took wavering breaths.
"Es tut mir leid." Once he had managed to simmer down to a reasonable level he turned and hugged his brother tightly. He hugged him just as he had years ago with the falling of the wall. Ludwig's head was curled down and into Gilbert's shoulder, arms a vice grip around him. "Es tut mir leid."
Prussia was trembling now and blood was pounding in his ears. West was mad but then sorry? "Why are you apologizing?" He whispered, fists clenched in his lap. "I don't understand."
"I'm sorry because..." Germany was trembling. Out of anger. Anger at Russia, at the Allies, at himself. "I'm such a verdammt dummkopf. I should have known, I should have realized." He didn't say it, but more than the spoken words hung in the air. At the end of each statement was a, 'but I couldn't.' And finally, something Ludwig never said, and this he allowed to pass his lips with a whisper and furrowing of his brows. "I should have done something. It should have been me."
It was as if a spell had been cast over Prussia as he grew rigid. Slowly he looked up with hardened wet eyes. "Never say that West. Do not wish you were there in my place. Don't wish for something that can't be changed. I braved through it so don't make me suffer thinking of you there... Ich liebe dich..."
Still Germany did not meet those red, red eyes. He still held his face nuzzled into his shoulder and neck juncture. What he did do was tighten his hold. "Und ich liebe dich, aber... Verdammt, not today, not tomorrow, I'll get that schweinehund back."
Finally he pulled his face and one arm away. In an exhale of air a hand came up to wipe at Prussia's eyes, then his bleeding lip. "Es tut mir leid..."
With tears wiped away, Prussia's eyes felt the need to produce more as he whimpered in a trying to be stern voice, "stop apologizing! If anyone should be sorry it's me for bringing up this shit so late at night. And fuck fuck fuck why did I say anything?"
"Oi, at least you said it now so it doesn't have to be said again at a later date, ja?" A sad attempt at humor, but he was trying.
"West, you suck at consoling people," Prussia said with a pathetic laugh. He leaned forward and gently kissed his blond lover. "Do you forgive me?"
"I was never angry at you," Ludwig responded instantly, now the stern one. After this he pressed his lips below Prussia's eyes, then beside his mouth.
The tense and morbid cloud passed, in his pulling back Germany held something of a blush. "And do you feel better?"
"No," the albino instantly replied as he crawled into Germany's lap, kissing him again. "You love me and I'm stupid making a big deal out of this top and bottom shit. Because you know what? I may have fucking awesome vital regions but my fucking prostate is pretty fine too."
Smirking, Prussia pressed their lips together again and mischievously rolled his hips. "Let's not go back to sleep on a low note."
As this had all begun at the openning of a wet dream that elicited arousal yet to be answered it was with relative ease Ludwig returned to the personality that correlated with such a state in his case. "Ich mag dass Idee," a growl and slipping of tongue into the others opened mouth.
All but melting into the kiss, Prussia caressed the invading tongue with his own. Slowly his hands slid up Germany's taut muscles to his hair, where pale fingers wound their way into the cornstalk strands. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his heart; he felt so light and free. He rather liked this feeling, the feeling of excitement for what was to come instead of his usual denial. As if to solidify these thoughts, Prussia pulled himself into his lover even more, whining in pleasure.
It was exhilarating to know and be shown acceptance of their situation and no longer question oneself due to the initial unwillingness of the other. In this mutual consent there resided the warmth of security, approval, and the love that had prior seemed somewhat shaky. What was now shaky was the shared mattress as Ludwig shifted the two of them atop it to press Gilberts back into the headboard, taking in each sound like a child would free candy. The similarity would be the saliva, and the difference a more than needy cock poking at Prussia's frame.
The stiff member against his chilled skin sent a shiver down Prussia's spine as he pulled out of the kiss, heaving for air. Hazy red eyes stared as Germany as if contemplating something, but nothing filled the Prussian's mind despite the thump of blood running through his veins. A smile pulled at Prussia's lips as he started moving his hips, successfully rubbing their exposed erections together.
A gruff moan at the building friction between them, only partially muffled as he brought himself down to nip and roughly kiss the column of pale skin that was the other mans neck. Almost reluctantly he tugged Gil down and off of his lap so his rear rested on the mattress. In going about this action he was allowed to place a hand at the underside of a leg and pull it up to bend down to a puckered Prussian hole. Closing his eyes, Ludwig slipped the tip of his tongue within to taste his brother's walls.
The reward of an airy gasp was given as Prussia resisted the urge to buck into West's face. Already short of breath, he panted heavily and clenched his fists. "Must... You... Tease?"
There was little need to reply immediately, and Ludwig did not bother to until he felt satisfied in his delving inside as far as he could and greedily lapping up the fluids he was receiving. When he had he pulled back to stare up in a heated gaze. "Always."
Prussia could only groan in a mixture of annoyance and delight in response. "Brat," he muttered with a smirk.
"But you took away a lot of my fun in your dreaming," Germany spoke as if it were a retort, brows furrowing despite the grin he held. A muscular torso moved up between the pale splayed legs to properly pin these thighs between their two frames to send the rest spilling over the blond's shoulders.
Any argument to defend himself died as a hiss passed through Prussia's lips. "Be happy I'm so fucking flexible," the albino said with a scowl, annoyed with his inability to do much in this position.
"Believe me, I am." A kiss. And, just as they parted, his body surged upward to penetrate him after just barely prodding the entrance as they spoke.
Prussia yelped through gritted teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, but the hint of a smile tugged as his lips. West in him was the strangest and most wonderful feeling in the world, he cursed himself for being so stupid as to thinking it was a bad thing. Peeking an eye open, his grin grew as he slightly lifted his legs from Germany's shoulders, allowing gravity to pull him farther down on his lover.
The falling of Gilbert was met with a thrust, sending Ludwig in as deep as he could possibly go. Face curled down as it was, it was a wonder the shared grin was visible until he brought his head up while pulling out. With the second thrust came the first bang of the headboard in this round.
But easily sounding over the headboard was the ecstatic scream that ripped through Prussia's throat as the said thrust easily found his sweet spot. His legs clenched around the blond's thick shoulders as his body trembled in delight.
Lips lingered at a pale shoulder and he remained deeply set into him, relishing the moment for what it was. But then, as his shaft gave a mighty twitch he growled and began his game of deep and targeted pushes, loving the familiarity with these tight and warm walls that kept pulling him in.
The acceptance of his position coupled with the emotions hampering his normal arrogance and need to be defiant, Prussia made no attempt to silence himself as each movement was met with a whimper or a mewl. His breathing was erratic and his head was spinning, but the feel of his coming climax was apparent. With shaky hands, Prussia started stroking his neglected member, tears of pleasure overload streaming down his cheeks.
There was a smile on his face. Germany knew it. It was thanks to the casting aside of his stoic character that he was given and willing to show the giddiness he felt. There was no way to explain it, really, he knew not why this admittance of positions was such a big deal, much less why he was so happy it was over and done with and his brother was truly being pleased. Or maybe he did know... All the same he smiled, or rather, smirked as he stopped, nearly fully out, to allow a second to pass until he was back inside, done with great strength.
With that final impact into his prostate stars exploded in Prussia's mind, making his vision go white. His body convulsed violently around the member in him as his own shaft twitched and shot ribbons of white between them.
The intense pressure and movement around his dick made it especially hard to keep from releasing immediately, and in a way Germany did after tugging out a hint and pushing inside deeply for him to hit his edge. With a last few thrusts Ludwig was at empty and had been milked completely inside of Prussia.
Huffs of air. Allowing of the Teuton's legs to be released and fall down around him. Then, a caress of the white face. "Ich liebe dich."
Giggles erupted from the Prussian as he nuzzled into Germany's hand then threw his arms around the blond's neck and hugged him tight. As his frame shook with laughter, Prussia nuzzled into his shoulder and said between giggles, "Ich liebe dich West!"
Here he gave a soft chuckle in an exhale of air. "Yeah, yeah..."
After one last kiss to the cheek Ludwig slid himself out while tugging the both of their bodies down to lie on the bed. While he was not atop him, for the first time he lay with arms wrapped around a lithe waist and head riding a pale chest.
Even as he nuzzled into the soft blond hair, Prussia continued to snicker uncontrollably. After some bit the laughter died down and he whispered with obvious amusement, "we've had sex twice in one night."
Even with the jumping of his pillow in laughter Germany had been more than ready to fall asleep. This statement stopped him from doing so. Brows furrowed, twitched, and cheeks flushed. "Urg... Du bist so komisch. Just..." Damn, this was embarrassing him. This truth hadn't crossed his mind. "Halte die Klappe."
"I'm just that irresistible aren't I?" Laughter returned as Prussia yawned and started stroking his lover's hair. "And I thought you were supposed to be the one with the restraint."
Twitch, twitch of his brow. "You're to blame," he grumbled, not looking up so his blushing face would not be seen.
"No, it's your fault for letting me top you in my dream," Prussia responded haughtily. "I wouldn't have had to get stuff done myself."
He froze, breath hitching with a hissing sound. And then a pause. "Halte die Klappe!" The German exclaimed. "Go to sleep!"
With a final laugh, Prussia forced his embarrassed lover to look up and kissed his forehead. "Ich liebe dich~" he sang as he curled around the blond.
"Ich liebe dich," he returned in a sigh, tentatively nuzzling into the chest only for a second before stopping, comfortable. "Ich liebe dich..."
Sleep overcame the two Germans for a second time that night and continued well into the morning. Although he had gotten better with moving around in bed, Prussia was still one to wake up in a position completely different from the one he fell asleep in. But exhaustion weighed him down and even as the sun rose and the birds outside started chirping, he still hugged his love close to his heart as he slept peacefully.
Ludwig woke to his head rising and falling in time with the shallow breathing that belonged to the naked and at peace lover beneath his cheek. How he had risen up Gilbert's body he did not know. What he did know was that he was quote at ease himself... But it was already so late.
His body shifted in Prussia's hold. He began to rise up somewhat, retrieving an arm from around a waist to prod a cheek. "Bruder..."
The offending finger was brushed off as Prussia mumbled in his sleep and buried his head in his pillow, effectively hiding his cheek so it couldn't be poked anymore.
The sigh that came from Germany then was accompanied with his unused smile. He shook his head, smile fading into knitted brows. "Bruder," he said, louder this time, and nudged his shoulder a number of times.
Instead of more mutterings, Prussia growled ferociously and detached himself from Germany to bury under the sheets, still more asleep than conscious.
These strange doings birthed a risen blond brow. "Bruder," he spoke insistently, poking his side. "Wach auf."
With a loud and annoyed huff, Prussia shoved the covers off his head to glare up at Germany as he whined loudly, "What West?! I want to sleep!"
"You slept enough. And..." Pink, red cheeks, cast aside blue eyes. "You need to get cleaned."
"I don't care. I'm tired." Prussia pulled the covers over his head again and all but instantly fell back asleep.
There was a roll of his eyes, but at the end of this he turned back to watch Gilbert. Or at least, the Gilbert shaped form under the blankets. For a while that's all he did was watch the form breath. Then, finally, he held his hand out to cup it's head and pet it shortly before he stood.
Foreseeing no reason to leave that day Germany did not bother to gel his hair back after he had showered, brushed his teeth, shaved, and dressed in his version of 'house clothes.' To him, this meant no shoes on his socked feet, and no tie in the collar if his white button up, whose sleeves were short and buttons undone to show the brown T beneath. Knees in black pants met the floor when he stroked his dogs as they ate. Fingers scratched at a bare neck as he cooked breakfast. But all the while eyes net the door down the hall in waiting.
The food was finished, but still there was nothing. "Bruder," he sighed, entering his, their bedroom. "You've slept. Get up," a poke and shake of the form concealed under the covers.
Grumbles came from the sheets and finally a coherent whine filled the room, "Do I have to?"
"If you want a warm breakfast and shower. I need to do laundry today, and I'm not waiting too long."
Pale locks slowly peeked out from under the covers, followed by a pale face in a defiant pout. "And if I can't get up?" He muttered, an almost invisible tint of pink on his cheeks.
Blink, blink. "Was?"
The blush gained more color as Prussia averted his gaze and said nonchalantly, "I hurt too much to move."
What was he-? Oh... Oh! In this understanding he bristled, now blushing as well. "Erm... Es tut mir leid." A hand rubbed at the back of his neck with his averted gaze. "I need to wash these sheets... I'll just have to move you."
A giant smile formed as Prussia stared up at his brother with pleading eyes. "Can you make me a bath?"
"… If you make it quick."
"What?" Prussia whined again, slowly sitting up, eyeing the bruises on his wrists in disdain. "Why can't I just soak?"
An icy toned gaze had begun to return to a crimson one, but it quickly turned away again when it caught sight of the bruises. "... Not for too long."
"Yay! Ich liebe dich~" Prussia cooed as he held his arms out expectantly.
Where were all of his strict and stubborn ways going? With his eyes to the ceiling Germany asked this. When no reply came he grumbled under his breath and leaned down to lift Prussia off the bed and into his arms. When he was sure he was properly held he moved to the bathroom to set the albino on the side and start the water.
Prussia was all smiles as he watched Germany fill the tub. Once the water was at a decent level it was stopped and Prussia could just feel the heat of the water radiating off of its surface. Sighing in delight he grabbed Germany's hands and pulled him down for a small kiss. "Danke West~" he said with another kiss before swinging his legs over the side, wincing slightly, and melting into the water below.
Watching him, Ludwig went down to the floor to sit beside the tub. Elbow riding the side, connected hand held his cheek as a brow raised. "Are you going to do this yourself, Bruder?"
With his nose just above the water line, Prussia stared up at his brother curiously. "Do what by myself?"
"… Take a bath?"
"I'm just soaking, I don't need help doing that silly~"
"No assistance is required. So I can go now?"
"Yeah sure, whatever you want," Prussia muttered as he slid down to his nose again and shut his eyes.
A sigh and roll of his eyes. "Don't soak too long, it's not good for your skin." Germany stood.
Prussia raised an arm and waved his hand around, signaling he heard before plopping it back into the water, already starting to doze off.
To this Ludwig gave a shake of his head and walked out to begin the laundry. First... Taking the sheets from his bed. This brought about a fair blush with the sighting of what happened when they made love two times in a single night. The color remained until he had these sheets in the washer. By the time he had collected all dirty clothes and readied them for their respective loads it was gone but now his brows were furrowed. What was taking Gilbert so long? He had assumed he would call when he was finished...
Poke, poke. Again Germany was in his bathroom and kneeling beside the bath. He prodded a pale damp cheek. "It's been long enough."
Red eyes peeked open in annoyance. "Really West? Can't you just leave me alone? I want to sleep!" He sighed and slid completely beneath the water.
"Immersed in water is no way to sleep." He spoke matter-of-factly. "Besides, don't you want breakfast?"
Oh now that was tempting. Just at the suggestion Prussia's stomach suddenly discovered hunger as it growled loudly. He opened his eyes beneath the water and nodded.
"... You'll have to get up out of the water, you know."
Sticking his tongue out, Prussia sat up and held his arms out again. "Carry me?"
In the back of his mind Germany felt a suspicion towards these actions. Why now was Prussia so willing to be cared for? Before he didn't always like being given assistance. It 'showed weakness'. His 'awesome self' could get along just fine. For now, Ludwig shrugged it off and stood to reach over for a towel, other hand releasing the plug at the bottom of the tub to let the water drain away. Once it was empty he reached in, wrapped the soft material around the needy albino, and brought him out to be set at the edge of the tub.
"… Is it that bad this time?" He murmured, gaze shifting away.
"Oh horrible," he drawled with a smirk. Prussia snuggled into the soft material and yawned, not showing any signs of planning to move on his own any time soon. "So what'd you make me for breakfast West?"
The glare in his brow from the first statement melted away slowly. While thinking the blond reached up to procure Gils toothbrush and toothpaste, loading the first with the latter before passing it on to its owner. "Brush your teeth," he ordered.
"Strawberry jam with the poppy seed rolls. Eggs and a few Wurst. I made coffee as well." Germany responded in a list.
"Eewww no!" Prussia exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. "I haven't had breakfast yet!"
"Bruder, after breakfast you're going to want to sleep and probably do so until lunch. You'll never do your teeth that way," he chided.
"Eeeh," he whined as he shakily got to his feet, eye twitching at the discomfort. "They'll get brushed tonight."
"No they won't. Bruder, don't be a Kind, brush your teeth." What was he dealing with, a four year old?
"Make me."
Was he being serious? Shoulders fell and a brow raised. Yes, he was being serious. Germany just sighed and stood. "Fine."
And so he did make Gilbert brush his teeth. In his own way. One arm wrapped around the toweled waist and pulled it into his front with a firm grip. The other hand, which held the toothbrush, shoved the item into one the snowy hands and, before it could be cast aside, held it firmly within his own and rose it up to the defiant mouth. "You could have made this a lot easier."
"Ah hey what are you doing? I wasn't serious!" He turned his head away and clamped his lips together.
"… You know… Your claim to fame of 'five meters' has fallen in my mind. It's not even a tenth of that."
It worked brilliantly. This crack at the Teuton's supposed 'five meters' loosened his jaw quite well so he could give a retort, but it never came. The moment those lips were opened a toothbrush was shoved past them to begin scrubbing away at the teeth within. As they were standing facing the mirror their reflection was easy to see, and what a reflection it was. A severe expression was on Germany's face, brows at a low angle and mouth in a thin line as he worked. Prussia's was an annoyed one. If Germany had taken the time to look in the mirror, he may have also noted the amused smirk in his loves lips at how he was being pampered so. Instead it wasn't until he pulled the brush away and rinsed it off that he looked up.
"You're such a child," he scolded in an exasperated manner, holding a cup of water up once the brush was set aside.
The cup was accepted with a laugh. Prussia rinsed his mouth then leaned into Germany. "I'm not a child~ I'm just an uke."
Germany scowled. "Ich verstehe nicht why you always use that strange term." As he said this he took the cup and put it in its proper place then brought a towel to Prussia's mouth to wipe it off. By now he was indulging him only to hasten their pace. The food was getting colder by the second.
The arm that was not round the smaller waist reached down so he could lift him up and begin an ascent down the hall to the bedroom where Gilberts clothes were still housed. "Am I going to have to dress you as well?"
"Well I'm not stopping you," was the reply as the pampered albino nuzzled into his lover. He snickered and added, "We need rough nights more often~"
A second scowl. "You're just eating this up, aren't you?"
Prussia merely shrugged with a smug smirk and nodded to his bed where a giant pile of clothes lay. "Just some boxers will be fine."
"No," Germany spoke with finality. "You are not walking around like that…" His eyes were on the bruises, the bite mark.
Frowning, Prussia wiggled out of Germany's arms and limped to his bed and pulled on his boxers. He sat, shifting uncomfortably a bit before settling with a smirk. "I'm not wearing any more so deal with it."
Did Germany have to plead with him to show decency? His eyes were hidden from view when a hand ran down his face, stopping over his mouth and red cheeks in his glancing away. "What if someone stops by?"
"Well everyone know we're together so what's the problem?"
"That doesn't mean they have to know about it in that context!" He breathed a sigh. "It's beyond me why you don't care."
"What do you mean I don't care?" His smirk grew as he traced the bite mark. "You're the one that doesn't care about showing the world I'm yours."
"You know full well I-!" The hand fell from his face so his clipped shout was unhindered until he forced his jaw shut, embarrassment obviously simmering beneath his brow. Germany stared, glared, thinking this through logically. It didn't do anything to force a shirt on this defiant nation, he could just take it right back off. There was no way to keep it on him lest he tie his arms down, and that was an extreme. And as much as he was doing for him, Germany was not about to spoon fees his grown brother. His best bet was his ability to hear the entrance of any visitor they may receive and have time to cover him with something.
The conclusion came with a sigh and now halfhearted glare. "You are hopeless." And because he knew this he also knew that despite the spurt of movement to get himself dressed Prussia wasn't about to move by himself much more. A second sigh he emitted, then stepped forward to pick Gilbert up.
"You may get cold you know," he grumbled in their transferring to the kitchen.
"I can get a blanket if I do~" he paused for a second then nuzzled Germany's neck. "Or I can just cuddle with you."
Fighting against the hard lined face he held Germany curled his neck into the nuzzling and resting his cheek on the head of damp silver hair, but only partially. "I have a feeling you're not going to let me work much today..."
At this point they reached the kitchen, leaving Germany to sit the giant child in a chair before the covered plates. "Do you want coffee?" He asked, moving to get himself a cup.
As he uncovered his plate hungrily, Prussia nodded with a shrug. "Sure some orange juice too though."
One cup was set aside, Germany's. It was a simple design, tan with a black handle. Then the second was made and placed before Prussia. Steam rose from quite a different type of mug for this light haired man. Pastel green was the background, and it was littered with cartoonish yellow chicks in various costumes and expressions. Germany still wondered where in the world Prussia found something so strange…
From there our German opened the door to the fridge and bent down to search for the requested orange juice. The moment his eyes were on it and he began to reach towards the carton a weight slammed into his back that, as negligible as it was, shocked him just enough to send his forehead that extra few centimeters into the top edge of the fridge.
"Buona mattina, Doitsu~" Feliciano greeted brightly, hugging his friends waist and nuzzling into his back.
"Italia," the attacked German growled, pulling back to rub at his reddening forehead.
"Buenos días, mi amigo!" It was now Prussia's turn. Antonio appeared in the doorway to speed over to his pals side and throw his arms around his neck and nuzzle the head of unruly damp hair. He giggled. "We came to say hola~"
Prussia looked up to his friend as he chewed a mouthful of biscuits he had just shoved in his mouth. "Mmf, hey Toni!"
"Mon Dieu Gilbert." France was right behind Spain and eyed Prussia's exposed skin with a critical expression. "You look like a wild animal attacked you."
At this Prussia snickered and looked to Germany as he said, "You could say that~"
"Can't you at least wear a shirt?" Romano stood in the doorway with a scowl, not seeming to want to enter the kitchen and join everyone else.
"Veeee? Doitsu, what did you do to GilGil?" Italy whined, detaching himself from Germany to run over and cling to Prussia's other side in a comforting gesture. This was all watched with widened blue eyes before they narrowed and turned away in a blush, lips beneath them pressed together in a stubborn line.
Spain burst out laughing and continued to nuzzle Prussia's head. An arm came up to ruffle the sympathetic Italian boy's hair. "Luddy just played a little rough with GilGil, sí?"
With a snicker, Prussia nuzzled against Italy and held his wrists up to Spain. "Oh yes, very rough. I can't even walk~"
France raised a brow and seated himself at the table. "You seem fine with this..."
By now Germany had just turned to drink his coffee while leaning back against the counter, a blandly annoyed face on his visage. With this he managed to see Spain blink at the bruises round Prussias wrists, which he gingerly took and inspected with his wide, curious and childish eyes. "Ooooh... Very rough."
"What is GilGil fine with?" Italy questioned.
"I'm fine with being an uke of course!"
"Ou, mon cher, how did this come about?" France rested his head in his hands with a smirk. It sure had taken long enough for him to accept his fate.
"Oh, well, you see, last night I-"
"Halte die Klappe!" Germany shouted, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the counter and his brow twitched violently.
To this Spain pouted, letting Prussia's wrists down to again hug his neck. "But I wanted to hear about it..."
"Hear about what? I'm confuuused," Italy whined, completely lost in his innocence.
Knowing Germany would just shut him up again, Prussia whispered to his friends with a wink, "I'll share later."
France's grin grew as he looked to the flustered Germany. It must have been quite the night... His gaze then turned to Italy as he said in a tone one would use talking to a young child, "Gilbert has been resisting being the bottom during sex, but he has come to realize he is better suited for the position."
"We don't need to hear that!" Romano screeched, still rooted in the doorway.
"Is there any real reason you came?" Germany managed between his still gritted teeth.
At this Italy perked up, nodding with his never ending smile. "Yeah yeah! Nii-chan and I are going to be staying with Spain-nii for a while. And you can't go to our house, kay? We'll tell you when it's okay!"
By now having fallen down to a calmer level, Germany turned to a more stern expression. "You haven't figured out who it was yet?" A few days before he had gotten a call from Italy about how his and his brother's home had been attacked that morning. After that all he knew was that neither were hurt and they had begun an investigation on the bombing. It floored him how cheerful Italy had sounded when recounting the tale of a terrorist attack against him.
"Ugh. Those bastards are still on the loose?" Prussia scowled and resumed eating his breakfast. "Any idea why they did it?"
"Maybe they were served bad pasta?" Italy offered.
Germany sighed, shaking his head. "I think it's something a little more serious than that."
"Vee?"
"Stupid, they're obviously angry about something our boss has done," Romano called out with a roll of his eyes.
"Ooh or maybe it's something to do with your mafia!" Prussia stared at Romano with teasing eyes and a smirk.
The Italian turned his trademark tomato red and scowled. "The mafia isn't mine and it better not have to do with something connected to them! I can't stand those idiots!"
"Oye, es bien, Romanito," Spain frowned, finally departing from Prussia's side so he could tug his little tomato in and hug him. "We'll figure it out, sí?"
"Of course we will and I'm not worried, get off of me!" With a huff the grumpy Italian pushed Spain off of him and crossed his arms.
"Aw, Lovi~" Prussia turned in his seat to grin up at the two. "This is the perfect opportunity! You're shaken from the horrid attack and Antonio is there to comfort you! What better time for you to... you know." He wiggled his brows and winked.
Naturally, this 'advice' was not taken kindly by the blushing tomato. Romano took several steps back in horror, his face deepening several shades of red. He was stuttering severely until he burst out, "What the fuck are you suggesting?!"
Spain was laughing through a smile, but an awkward sort of smile. "Gil, gracias, but I'm not sure that's really..."
"Bruder, leave them alone," Germany warned.
Prussia huffed and turned back to his breakfast. "Fine, fine, but I'm just saying it's about time they hook up."
"No one is hooking up!" Romano yelled, fists balled up at his sides. "You're so annoying! I'm going, I don't know why I bothered coming in the first place!" He turned on his heels and stormed down the hall.
Laughing at Romano's melodramatics, Prussia took the last sip of his coffee and frowned. He looked to Germany with a pout and whined, "West, you didn't get me any orange juice!"
"Lovi!" Spain cried as he ran out after him. "Don't go out by yourself, por favor!"
"Nii-chan!" Italy whined, running out as well.
Germany simply stared, unfazed after all the years of the craziness. He looked to France. "Going as well?"
"Well actually I was thinking of staying and seeing if you can turn any redder with embarrassment..."
"Geh!"
France laughed and stood. "Au revoir mon petite ami," he said in a jovial voice as he ruffled Prussia's hair. "I'm sure you'll have more beautiful markings when I see you next~"
"Kesese you can count on it," Prussia said with a smirk. As France left, the albino looked to Germany with a small pout. "Orange juice?"
The long exhale of air from the former general was particularly shaky in nature, basically saying he had been just short of holding his breath during this entire ordeal that was the short, albeit strange kind. But of course, when was his life ever normal? This question rang through his mind nonstop as he poured a glass of orange juice and passed it to Prussia. "What a morning…"
End of Chapter Nine
Woot! Finally gotten it out! XD Haya may have had a busy schedule, but me… Well, I never do homework, really. I have next to no social life… *shrug* Whatevs. Did enjoy our roleplaying we did during the break, though~
I'd like to share something that happened during the break XD So my Bestie, Tia, takes Spanish and hates German with a passion, yeah? Every time I speak it in her presence she goes off on me… Randomly she texted me that she yelled, 'Halte die Klappe!' at her siblings. My German is getting to her~ Said she spoke the language of Mordor XD That made me giggle hardcore and made my day, totally
Was soll ich tun? = What should I do?
Was in der Welt-? = What in the world-?
Gottverdammt = Goddammit
Dass ist nicht sehr nett = That is not very nice
Oi, Bruder, beruhige dich = Hey, Brother, calm yourself
Wo denkst du? = Where do you think?
So... Er... Wirklich... = So… He… Really…
Es tut mir leid = I am sorry
Verdammt dummkopf = Damn idiot
Und ich liebe dich, aber... Verdammt = And I love you, but… Dammit
Schweinehund = Bastard
Ich mag dass Idee = I like that idea
Du bist so komisch = You are so strange
Halte die Klappe = Shut up
Wach auf = Wake up
Danke = Thank you
Ich verstehe nicht = I don't understand
Buona mattina, Doitsu~ = Good morning, Germany~
Buenos dias, mi amigo = Good morning, my friend
Oye, es bien, Romanito = Hey, it's okay, Romanito