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Chapter Fourteen: Civil War
Oh looking fine. Prussia grinned in the mirror as he fussed with his hair. It had been forever since he went out with France and Spain, so he had fun dressing up. Sexy skinny jeans and a sleek black vest over a form-fitting white button up successfully showcased his fit and lanky form. For the hell of it, Prussia added a checkered tie, matching hat, and shoes. He felt hot all right.
Finally satisfied with his bangs, for now, Prussia looked to the trio of chicks on the sink counter. Ever since Fritz brought the two chicks back from his adventure, Armond and Jacques were permanent residents of the German household. But, that didn't give them hang out privileges. Only Fritz could do that! With a grin to the foreign birds, Prussia picked up his yellow fluffball and started looking for the right accessories for him.
It was there, in his room, that he searched where the second nation of the house appeared. Germany stopped on his way down the hall to lean into the door with a risen brow. He had been especially busy with work for the past week, and had been heading to the kitchen for a millionth cup of coffee. Glasses donned and hair completely without gel, he was certainly in working at home mode. And it was in this mode he was confused as to why Gilbert was dressed.
"Going somewhere?"
As he adjusted a checkered tie around Fritz's neck, Prussia looked up to Germany with a grin. Aw he looked so cute like that. "Didn't I say I'm going out with Antonio and Francis? Oh, but don't worry! Ita-chan is coming too!"
The risen brow fell to furrow in unison with its partner. "And you have to dress like that to go out with them?"
"What, you think I don't look good?" Prussia frowned and stuck a matching hat onto Fritz's head. He got to his feet and crossed his arms. "Well that's mean West."
And blue eyes narrowed. Mean? Fine. "I didn't say that. I asked why you have to dress as you have to go out drinking."
Now a sly grin lit up Prussia's face. "Oh, so you'd rather I not wear anything? I thought you preferred to keep me to yourself."
Poring over papers for days left him tired, enough that his reaction wasn't as large as it could have been. Instead of shouting he simply blushed and growled. "Halt die Klappe… Just answer the question."
"I haven't been out lately! What's wrong with looking good?" Grinning impishly, Prussia stalked over to Germany and wrapped his arms around his neck. "Because I do look good, don't I?"
"Ja." It was said as Germany looked away, cheeks still tinted pink. But his brows continued to be furrowed as well. This whole concept was irritating him. Prussia primping himself up to go out with his friends, go out into public. Animals donned their best colors when searching for a mate. Was this the same?
"… I just came out to get more coffee. Have fun," he finally said before continuing on down the hall.
"Kesese, he just fell in love with me all over again, right Fritz?" Prussia looked over to his bird and laughed. Armond and Jacques had followed them in and were now giving the dressed up chick a hard time. "Hey now guys, you'll get outfits of your own soon enough. Give the Gilbird a break!"
Laughing, Prussia pulled Fritz out of the fray and plopped him onto his head. Time to go get drunk! Before prancing out to his motorcycle, Prussia ran after Germany and gave him a quick kiss. "Love ya~ I'll be home late and drunk so don't wait up for me!"
Taking a sip from his new cup of coffee, Germany sighed and nodded. "Alright."
"Kesese hey bitches!" Running up to the table where his friends were sitting, Prussia's grin grew even more at the sight of Italy. "Ita-chan you really came! Yay!" He yelled as he pulled the little Italian into a hug.
The hug was returned immediately and accompanied with a giggle. "Hi GilGil!" Just as the words left his mouth a third joined the hug, this one of a Spanish origin and wearing a smile of his own.
"Oh l'amour!" France cooed and joined the hug with a lecherous grin. His hands reached down to Italy and pulled him out of the group hug to take him for himself. "Ita-chan~"
Prussia rolled his eyes and bopped France on the head. "Oi, keep your dirty hands off of Ita-chan! Share him! Hey and get the beer!"
"I'll get it!" Spain piped up, going off to do so.
"Share?" Italy blinked.
"Kese, that's right Ita-chan," Prussia said as he nuzzled the Italian. "You barely come by anymore! What's up with that? I'm not getting enough Ita-time!"
"Eeeh, I need my Ita-time!" Two pitchers of beer were set on their table before Spain could properly hug the Italian in a pout.
"But I've been with Spain-nii all day!"
Prussia immediately relinquished his hold on Italy to grab a pitcher and pour himself a mug. Once half of the mug was gone in one swig, and he was pouring more, Prussia grinned to Italy. "You can never have too much Ita-chan!"
"I've barely had enough Ita-chan," France pouted as he tactfully sipped his beer. He was a gentleman, unlike his Germanic friend. "Everyone's always stopping me from having my fun with both of the Italies."
"I wanna have fun with France-nii!" Italy chirped loyally.
"You sure you know what kind of fun he is talking about?" Spain asked with a laugh, helping himself to the alcohol as well.
"Of course he doesn't!" Prussia laughed as he shoved a mug of beer into said Italian's hands. "But that's what makes him so cute~ Now drink up Ita-chan! We gotta get buzzed before starting the fun cause it's more fun that way!"
"What kind of fun? France-nii's fun? I'm confused," he whined before drinking.
"Aha~ perfect again!" France exclaimed as a single card landed on the table. He leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his wine. Next to him, Prussia was all smiles. The albino leaned down to the stack of cards atop the bottle. Taking in a deep breath, Prussia blew with all his might to make the cards go flying.
"Kesese! I win again!" He yelled, pointing to Spain. "Pour me another cup bitch!"
"I thought winning was not dumping them all," Italy said as he picked up the cards to place them up again, cheeks reddened from his alcohol intake.
"Ahaha, that's when you're not the strange Gil here! Those Germans, they want to drink more!" Spain laughed and poured the requested drink.
"Kesese, got that fucking right!" Prussia yelled as he grabbed the mug and downed it in one gulp. "You guys play this game wrong!"
France sighed and pulled Italy into a hug. "Ita-chaaan," he whined. "Gilbert is making this game no fun! Let's play something else!"
"Veeeeee," Italy murmured in thought. His body popped up when an idea came to him. "I play Pass the Pitcher with Jill all the time! Can we play that?"
"Kesese, that sounds fucking fun!" Prussia once again yelled. His volume control was nonexistent once buzzed.
"How do you play?" France asked, shoving the albino away in annoyance.
"Vee! One person buys a pitcher, sì? They drink and it goes to the next. You can only breathe once and your lips can't leave the pitcher. When someone drinks the last of it the person before them has to buy the next. It's not nice to leave enough to finish, so you have to buy! That's what Jill says," Italy explained excitedly, happy playing any game.
As to be expected, Prussia immediately lit up. "Now that's the type of game I can get into!" He turned to France with a smug grin. "I hope you brought a lot of money Francis, you're gonna be buying a lot of pitchers!"
"Mon Dieu," France sighed. "Who wants to switch seats with me?"
"I like where I am~" An Italian coo.
"Same!" A Spanish laugh.
"Hmph, such unfaithful friends! In that case, Gilbert, you're buying the first one!"
"Kese, fine, but you're going down Frenchie!"
The hand that ran through blond hair was accompanied with a sigh passing through lips. A few hours of sleep had been managed during his brother's absence but already Ludwig was back to work. Signing papers, reading papers, writing papers, eyes began to hurt when they stared at black letting against white sheets for too long. He was almost happy for the interruption when he answered his phone.
"Allo?"
"Luddy!" A Spaniard squealed, the obvious sounds of a bar heard as background music to his singsong voice. "Ita-chan is asleep so I need to take him home. Franny doesn't wanna be killed by you, so he's not bringing Gil! You have to come get him~" A giggle, "he doesn't seem to want to leave."
"Was?"
"Adios!"
… Yes, Spain had just hung up on him. After telling him to retrieve his brother. When he was busy at work. Why was it always Germany that this happened to? Oh, right, because he was involved with Prussia. Nothing ever went normal when one was. German mutterings on this fact were given as Germany grudgingly pulled on a coat and shoes to head out the door.
"Are you sure it's fine to leave him like this?" France snickered at the sight of his friend all the while struggling to stay standing. "I think those girls' lives are at stake."
"Oye, ours are too if we don't get going!" Spain laughed. "Besides, didn't Gil say Luddy needed to get out of the house~?"
"Hoho you can be quite the evil bastard~" The blond turned to the woman seated on other side of Prussia in a booth. "Thanks for watching over him while his brother comes and picks him up girls."
"It's no problem at all," the girl on Prussia's right purred as she trailed a finger down his torso.
Eyes only for the man between them, the second girl nodded and nuzzled Prussia's chest. "At all."
"Have fun~" With Italy on his back Spain left then, laughing merrily.
A little later someone entered the bar with quite a bit less merriment in his step and laughter in his voice. Germany was annoyed, to say the least. Was it so difficult for someone to bring Prussia home? Weren't they his friends? And what was that about him not wanting to leave? Just how drunk was he? He groaned at the thought, eyes scanning the room for the albino in question.
It would have been better for everyone in the building if Germany's eyes never fell on his lover. Prussia was half asleep, barely understanding what was going on around him. The two girls left in charge of him were having their fun, to say the least. The brunette had released Prussia from the confines of his vest and was currently working her way down each button on his shirt. Her redhead friend was on the ground between his legs, playing with Fritz in Prussia's lap. His lap where his belt was undone and zipper half down.
He liked to think he was a logical man. He really did. One that always had a sort of control over himself and his actions. Error came from doing things without forethought, from acting on impulse. Going on immediate inclinations was what murderers did. And while he had been in ages past Germany was not one now. And yet something fairly close to that rage was birthed in his sighting of Prussia.
Both women were pulled away by their wrists whilst the icy gaze of a coolly infuriated German was trained on their faces so as to not look at that of the pale haired man below. "I'd appreciate it," he growled through his teeth, "if you would refrain from doing that." What little restraint he still possessed kept him from applying too much pressure in his vice grip. "And if you left. Now."
The girls were petrified and unable leave as the furious blond requested. It wasn't until their former object of attention spoke up did they find the courage to run. As they dashed, Prussia grinned at Germany. "Weeeeest, what are you doing here? Hey where did Toni and FranFran go?"
"They left, and so are we." It was a true task of his character to keep from snarling the words and instead again let them come as an angered bark through clenched jaw as he took Prussia by the arm to pull – drag – him out of the building and onto the street.
"Ah West wait a sec!" Prussia exclaimed as he dug his heels into the ground. Jeez West had a strong grip! Oh but that didn't matter now! "You pulled me so suddenly Fritz fell! He has to catch up!"
"It wouldn't have happened if you had been intelligent for once in your life!" Words were bellowed out, streets relatively clear of an audience to the show of Germany stopping in his course to turn and speak, yell. He had yet to release Prussia and didn't intend to. Not now, not when he was so especially angry.
"Eeh? What are you-" Fritz peeped and landed on Prussia's head, making his drunk mind forget about the obvious rage from Germany. A giant smile lit up his face. "Yay! Fritz caught up! We can go now! Oh I have my bike, oh but I'm wasted. Haha, you can drive though!"
"Your bike will last the night," volume lowering to under his breath for a moment. "We're walking home. Hopefully help you regain something that resembles a brain." So the lowering hadn't lasted long... Neither had his stop. With Fritz in tow he was back to plowing along.
"Aaaah West!" Once again Prussia dug his heels into the ground in protest. "Fuck let go! You're hurting my arm! What's your problem?"
"What's yours!" Narrowed balls of ice met blood orbs again. "How the hell did you get into that situation!"
"Siii~tuation?"
"Two women on you taking off your clothes! That situation!"
"They were?" Laughter came from the drunk albino as he looked down. Oh hey! His clothes were loose! "It must have been hot in there!"
"No, it wasn't. Even if it was, you shouldn't have let that happen!"
"Mmm I'm sorry West~ Hee I was falling asleep, my bad!"
"That's not a place to fall asleep!" Germany shouted. It was astounding how indifferent Prussia was acting. Astounding and thoroughly infuriating. "Can't you ever think?"
"I'm not stuuuupid West! I can think!" Prussia pouted and struggled to pull his arm away. Was it just him or was West's grip getting stronger? "You're hurting me West!"
"Then use your head!" Ignoring the complaints he glared down at him in all his fury.
Finally the anger broke through Prussia's drunken state. He shrunk back and whimpered. How was using his head supposed to help anything. "West why are you so angry at me? Let's just go home, jeez."
"Then stop your complaining," in a growl as the pavement again began to move beneath them.
Only able to whimper and run after the furious blond in an attempt to keep the pressure off his arm. What was up with West? It wasn't like he was cheating on him or anything! The girls were just there to make sure he didn't drink anymore, France and Spain said so! "Weeeeeest," he whined.
"Was?" He shot back.
"It huuuuuuuurts! I can walk on my own!"
"I don't trust you to do that in this state." What could he trust him with drunk after seeing that? Two women on their way to fully undressing him as he just lay there.
"Haha good point," Prussia giggled as his knees gave out from under him and he fell to the ground. "Aaah that was a crazy drinking game. I haven't been this drunk in ages. Kesese."
"How fortunate!" God grant him strength to deal with Prussia. Maybe his prayers were answered, for there was less brutal force in bringing him back to his feet. Didn't mean his expression and voice lessened.
"Eeeeh West, ow that hurts!" He could barely generate the enough strength to stay standing, even with Germany's firm grip on his arm.
"Do I honestly have to carry you back you're so drunk?" Again, how fortunate.
"Mmm being carried home by West! I'd like that veeeery much~"
Without a word - if you can't say something nice don't say anything right? - Germany obliged. But it may have not been the type of carrying Prussia had wanted. Instead of the known bridal style it was more like the one he used when carrying Italy, over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Rude maybe, but it kept Prussia from nuzzling him as he would have and increasing his anger more.
Was this all he was worth? To be carried over West's shoulder? So insulting! Prussia whined and swayed his arms. Not fair... Oh, heehee. His hands were just in reach! With a giggle, Prussia grabbed his lover's ass. "West~ This is no fun!"
He was going there? He was really going there? Something of a snarl as he tightened his arm round his waist warningly. "Gottverdammt Bruder, not now."
Prussia gasped and squirmed, not liking the way his insides felt strangled under Germany's hold. Why was he being so mean? "What not now West? This is no fun! All the blood is rushing to my head and- urk." The combination of being upside-down and the pressure on his stomach, he just couldn't handle it and heaved up the contents of his stomach.
So maybe he should have expected something like that. It shouldn't have been a big surprise. Despite his revulsion Germany gave a shaky sigh and let Prussia down. While patting his back he tried to crane his head back to check his own. That would have been great, getting a trail of vomit down his back. At this rate Prussia wouldn't even be able to get himself to bed, much less clean up before he did. "Wonderful night indeed."
"Ouuwaa, I'm sorry West!" Prussia hiccuped, then giggled. "But I told you that it was no fuu-" His fell to the ground and burst into more drunken giggles. "Fun! Haha so drunk!"
And now it was to scowling. It was getting harder to deal with him like this with each padding second. Normally Germany was only annoyed with drunk Prussia, nowhere near as rough. The addition of the girls obviously changed it. "Yes, especially with those two women."
"Eeeeh? Them again? Jeez West! You wanna go back for them or something?"
"Halt die Klappe! Verdammt," in an attempt to calm himself Germany ran a hand through his hair, jaw wound painfully tight.
"Mmm West, the ground is hard! Let's go home!" With a smile, Prussia struggled to his feet. "You look tense! I'll give you a massage! Kesese, good idea!"
"I don't need a massage. I need you to sober up and get to bed in one piece." It would certainly be a miracle and night of blessing for the big guy above if this could be accomplished. Extra prayers were grumbled once they picked up walking again, Prussia this time rightfully in Germany's arms. He could only hope that would save him another attack of vomit.
"So sour West," Prussia mumbled as he snuggled into his lover's chest. This was the way West should have carried him in the first place. So much more comfortable. Yawning, the albino started to doze off.
And in this state the albino slept in his love's arms the time it took them to get home. It took a bit of work but Germany succeeded in unlocking and opening the front door without jostling Prussia too much. Once in and the door shut behind them the blond sighed. "Bath first… Definitely a bath," he mumbled to himself, never quite liking the scent of some bars, such as the ones that were frequented not only by drunkards but also by smokers.
An elated bark sounded as Aster came bounding up to her master. It was rare for him to be out late, so she felt the need to greet him. Her bark jerked Prussia to consciousness and his eyes flew open, only to fall halfway down with drunken haziness. "We home West?"
Aster received a return greeting from the German in the form of a nod. After this came a nod to the one in his arms. "Ja. You fell asleep. It is good you woke up though, it'll make it easier to get you washed and into bed."
"Mmm washed and in bed with you? Shouldn't it be the other way around West?" He giggled at the suggestion.
"Nein," he answered instantly. Already feet were making their way to the bathroom.
Completely ignoring Germany's refusal, Prussia leaned forward to wrap his arms around the blond's neck and kiss him in a passionately drunk kiss.
While he did love the taste of alcohol, good German beer in particular, and even more so liked the taste of it mingled with the already intoxicating sort of natural flavor his brother held, Germany did not quite enjoy the remnant vomit fumes within the mouth over his. At first they did not hit him and he could do nothing but return the kiss, if not a bit angrily and forcefully, but when it did he pulled away to glare. "Nein. Bath and then bed, Bruder."
"Mmm you're right, I'm in no kissing state." Determination fueling him, Prussia wiggled out of Germany's arms and dropped unsteadily to the floor. Winking to him, the albino made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He took a swig first, then brought more into his mouth to swish about like mouthwash. Now he was grinning like a fool as he downed the rest of the bottle's contents and sauntered back to Germany. "Now I'm tasty," he purred before pulling Germany into a kiss once more.
Dammit this wasn't working out for him. This entire night hadn't. Germany was tired, he was stressed, and now he was angry. What he did could not be rightfully called giving into the kiss, that would completely change the meaning. No, he took it over. The pressure behind it on his part was great, sending Prussia's back into the wall of the hallway in which they stood. It was a very dominating sort of kiss, bruising the lips and exasperating the lungs. But it did not last for long. Oh no. The kiss was broken as Germany pulled away. "Verdammt, Bruder, halt. You need to go to bed. I'm not doing anything when you're like this." It was strange, though. It was really quite often that the brothers participated in sex when one or both of them had alcohol in their system. It wasn't as if they were taking advantage of the other's situation. That would be like saying they didn't do it sober, which is a horrible lie. Yet now Germany refused to go along with it.
The kiss stole the drunkard's breath and he was still trying to get it back as he stared lustily up at his lover. Fuck that was a tantalizing kiss. Why did they need to stop? "What does it matter? I want it~ You seem to have no problem taking charge either," Prussia said coyly as he pressed himself into Germany.
"I don't." What a lie that was. But it was backed up by his persona in that it wasn't up... That up. "Now if you can get yourself another drink and act like this you should be fine in washing up and going to bed. Gute Nacht." If he had stood there any longer he may have just given himself away. Fortunately once finished he turned and walked down to his office, both his footsteps and something else entirely hard.
"... But West!" Prussia followed after him like a lost puppy, expression and all. What was wrong with him? "You don't want to have sex with me?"
"No, I don't. I've got work to do." Note that he didn't turn back to see the pathetic visage. It may have worn at his resolve a tad had he done so.
"Why the heck are you working in the middle of the night? You can work tomorrow! Come enjoy yourself with me!"
"Bruder, I said no."
Prussia grabbed hold of Germany's arm and practically hung from it as he whined, "Warum?"
"Just go to bed already verdammt!" Germany shouted, shaking off the drunken leech. Obviously intoxicated Prussia was even worse at catching hints than when sober.
"Okay fine so no sex, at least go to sleep with me." There was a stabbing in his heart at how mean West was acting. What the hell was his problem? With a small whimper, he grabbed his arm again. "Bitte?"
And this was why he hadn't looked at him before. When the hardened blue gaze slid to look at the pitiful crimson one it faltered in its anger. Germany looked away and sighed. What was his problem? It wasn't as if these antics weren't strange for the albino. "Knowing how long your baths can be I'll probably be most of the way done by then. Get cleaned and I won't be long."
Said red eyes instantly lit up. With a giggle, Prussia hugged his brother close and nuzzled his chest. "Ich liebe dich~" he sang.
"Ja, ja, ich weiß." In a still awkward mumble he spoke and patted his back. Damn if he could ever hold his ground fully with this man. Always Prussia managed to pull an inch from him. "And I won't finish if you don't let me go."
"Okie doke!" Prussia chirped as he turned on his heels to go to their room, only to trip over himself and fall to the ground. "Ahha how'd I end up on the floor?"
"By being an idiot?" Yes, of course his work would be further delayed by this man. It always was, wasn't it? Now that he thought about Germany always had gotten more work done before they began their romantic relationship... How wonderful.
"Over the years I've noticed there's no breaking that." All he could do was help him up whenever he could, as he was now.
"I'm not stupid! I'm just drunk! And I don't think I can make it to the tub by myself. Help me West!"
"... No. You can do it yourself, considering former actions. You've always been fine being drunk before."
"Waaah West, bitte?" Again the puppy dog eyes looked up at the stern German. More than ever Prussia loved taking advantage of the hold he had on his brother.
And it seemed to accomplish the reason for its use a large majority of the time. "... I'll get you to the tub and that's it." Always always giving inches, feet. Where had any resolve he held gone?
"Yaaay! West is the best! Oh hey that rhymes! Kesese!"
"Yes, you're a genius poet," Germany mumbled in blatant sarcasm whilst taking said 'genius' off to the bathroom. While he had said the trek to the bathtub would be the extent of his assistance he made the addition of getting the bath itself started for Prussia.
Giggling at nothing in particular, Prussia stripped then pulled Germany into a kiss. He sang a chorus of thank you's before slipping into the water and almost instantly falling asleep.
He had to do everything, didn't he? Absolutely everything. Work, clean, cook, and now wash and take care of. You'd think Prussia wasn't a grown, centuries old man. Oh how wrong you would be… At least mentally. And it was in the mental state that Germany chided himself during his following actions consisting of actually washing the slumbering Prussian – how he could sleep through things like being carried in the middle of the night and being bathed Germany would never know. Now how was he going to get any work done, huh? No way. It wasn't possible. Mourning his lost hours of possible paperwork time he finally got him cleaned.
All of this shouldn't be taken as a forgiveness for an anger Germany wasn't even aware he possessed. Hardly. No, all of this was to be taken as his not wanting a dirty Prussia in his bed or a Prussia that caught a cold from sleeping in the bath. Neither would be enjoyable to deal with. It was easier just to wash him, dress him, and get him to bed himself. If you wanted something done right, you've got to do it yourself. Had the person that first said this known Germany? It seemed very plausible.
Of course, nothing was easy for Germany this particular night. Just as he was about go back to his paperwork, a pale hand shot out and grabbed his arm, red eyes staring up mischievously. "Weeest~"
Oh dammit. "What now?"
"You're tired and stressed, not to mention it's like two. You're gonna fall asleep at your desk and be sore in the morning. Wouldn't you rather be a happy sore?" A suggestive wink was given and he was not giving up.
Faint twitch of a blond German brow. "Happy sore?" He repeated. Was that an oxymoron? He couldn't tell. "How many times do I have to say no? I'll survive the night without making love, and so will you."
Christ, when did West turn down sex so adamantly? Sighing heavily, Prussia tugged on his captive arm. "Why don't you want to?"
"Do you not remember? I said I have things to attend to. As I had to bathe you myself I didn't get to them."
"You can do it in the morning! Gott West, if it was anyone else, I'd think they'd be mad at me and trying to avoid me!"
"And if you were anyone else you would catch on and leave the other alone! Verdammt, I can't put it off any longer than I already have. Forgive me if you can't go on without it, but I can and I will." And he was very sure he could. Germany had lasted years without sex, he could certainly go another night or two. Longer if he wanted. What was so hard about not getting pulled into that warm and tight hole that always... He looked away. Okay, so maybe it was a little more difficult, at least when he was looking right at Prussia himself.
Now these words got a reaction out of the Prussian. He sat up with a feral grin and cocked his head. "Is that a challenge? You think you can go without sex longer than me?"
"I don't recall saying anything about a competition..."
"Oh you sure did make it sound like a challenge!" He once again tugged on Germany's arm. "I bet I could last longer without having sex than you could kiddo."
A second twitch, this one of higher annoyance than it's predecessor. Any names such as kiddo brought a special sort of anger from Germany. The rest was taken up from his brothers claim. "When looking at how you've been asking all night I find that hard to believe."
"Kesese. I'll win-" he yawned and flopped back onto the mattress. With a smug smirk up at Germany, he closed his eyes. "You'll see."
At the time Germany had no idea what he was getting into. Then he chalked this all up to drunken stupor and nothing more, thus the little to no worry or thought back as he left for his office.
Waking up alone was not fun. Prussia hated it, hated waking up without strong German arms around him. It rarely happened now that they were together, so yeah, he was spoiled! He woke up shivering and completely alone with the sun high in the sky. Oh, and a killer headache. With a groan, Prussia sat up and looked around, muttering curses under his breath. Where was West anyways?
Using all the determination he possessed, Prussia pulled himself out of the bed and sulked into Germany's office. He sighed at the sight of the slumbering German. Had he not said to come to bed so this wouldn't happen? What else had he said last night? Prussia had a feeling he had said something worth remembering...
A giant smile filled his face as the memory hit him. Well, he did need to wake West up. "West~" he sang as he crawled onto the desk. "Hey West~" A finger traced his lips.
The quivering of a deeply furrowed brow was that of one waking with little desire for greeting the day. Course no one would blame Germany for feeling this way. Not if they had known how late - early? - he had stayed up doing official items. Even for him it soon became quite boring, the kind of boring that weighed on your lids so you could sleep and thus be at least somewhat entertained. This entertainment was ending too soon for his liking.
How was he woken up anyway? That faint tickling sensation across his lips. "Mmm," he groaned, twisting his head away from the touch.
"West!" Prussia rolled onto his stomach and nibbled on Germany's ear. "Wake up~"
Now that woke him up just fine. In an instant he bolted upright and his closed eyes shot open to stare wide at him. At the same rate that oxygen was again introduced into his system he regained control so as to narrow his eyes in a glare. "Was machst du?" Germany growled, running a hand through his deskhead messed hair.
"Hee waking you up~" He slid into Germany's lap and laughed. His hand was interrupted by Prussia's as he placed his own pale one in the blond hair. "I told you to come to bed with me, though."
Fingers paused and fell from yellow-gold strands. "I had work to do..."
"And look at this! It's noon and you're all stressed with little work done!" He laughed and nuzzled Germany's cheek. "I can fix that if you like."
Had he been more awake protest may have been issued. But as he wasn't, there was none given as Germany simply took the affection. "I'm not too interested in your type of fixing, Bruder."
"Are you-" Prussia rolled his hips and ground into him. "Sure about that?"
And this was about the time he was in that full state of waking. A growl came from the back of his throat and a Prussian rear was shoved down his legs to not be so pleasantly situated over his crotch. "Quite."
"Hm I don't believe you," Prussia replied with a laugh as he leaned forward to kiss Germany's neck.
The skin quivered beneath the touch from the lips and hands moved quickly to shift the frame from his and onto the desk. Now he remembered what had transpired the night before. He'd been angry, Prussia had tried to get in his pants. Those weren't out of the ordinary. Hardly. It was the third, the mentioning of a sex challenge. Er, lack thereof challenge. Germany's gaze slid to Prussia. Ah hell.
"I'll start on breakfast-lunch." Off to the kitchen he went.
"Kesese," Prussia snickered and leaned back in Germany's chair. This was going to be fun.
The raging libido of a German did not agree. But he would not back down. It wasn't in his nature to take such things seriously. He was more still angered by the continuously reappearing image of a drunken Gil with two women. That would be why he was playing this game. A game only the other knew the moves to, and the rules? He wasn't sure they existed. He had half a mind to ask Prussia of their nature, but decided against it to instead call to him about the finished meal.
"Have painkillers West? I have one massive headache," whined Prussia as he plopped down at the table. He paused then winked. "Unless you want to take care of my head."
As usual the innuendo was ignored. Germany simply nodded to the second cup by Prussia's plate. "That will help quicken the departure of your hangover."
"What is it?"
"Ginger tea. Drink water and exercise as well, you'll be fine." Not even a glance to him as Germany ate.
"Oh exercise? I know how we can do that~"
No looking, no looking. "Nein."
"Really? Are you sure about that? It would be real fun!"
"I'm sure it would. Drink your tea and take a jog."
"Want to jog with me?"
"Nein, danke. It's so late in the day already, I've got other tasks." Maybe real sleep... That sounded good.
"Well maybe I have other tasks too!"
Now that was hilarious. One of the rare chuckles came from Germany in a half-scoff. "Such as videogames and the like?"
Prussia laughed and took a drink from the hangover cure. "Mmm yeah I have that. I have other things too!"
"Please, indulge me."
"I have you to break."
Was his mind stuck on skewing everything into something perverted? Or was Prussia really-? Yeah, the second. "Was?"
"What you forgot our bet last night?" His grin grew as he started shoveling food in his mouth.
"No, I did not forget your bet," Germany scowled.
"Mine? It's our bet! And I'm gonna win!"
"Of course you are."
Prussia pointed his fork at Germany with serious eyes. "You sound doubtful."
"Do I?" Was Germany using sarcasm? It was just a 24 hours for novelties.
"What the heck is making you so grouchy West?"
"I'm not grouchy," the German responded, politely, quickly finishing his food and still refusing to meet his gaze.
"Okay, yeah you totally are." Prussia stared at Germany, willing for him to meet his eyes. "What's up?"
Under the power of crimson orbs icy ones slowly and grudgingly rose to meet them. So much power he held over him and yet he had to ask this question. Why had Germany fallen for such an idiot? "I'm assuming your headache is cured."
"Nope still hurts, but I'm used to hangovers. Really West. Now stop ignoring my question."
The wild Prussia was showing a case of its rare intelligence? How lucky. "Finish the tea."
Eyes not once left the reluctant German as Prussia downed the rest of his tea. He set the glass down with a thunk then raised a brow. "Finished. Gonna tell me what's eating at you?"
"Now go on your jog. Remember to bring water, you should drink large amounts of that too." As he spoke Germany stood to collect the dishes, still acting oblivious to the impending question.
"Oi!" Prussia jumped up and hugged Germany from behind. "What's your problem West?"
"You are my problem!" Fortunately for Germany's wallet he had prior set the plates in the sink. Unfortunately Prussia now had the German fully angered all over again. Unlike before an icy gaze met the crimson one from below deeply knitted brows and the volume was not in a grumbling but instead just under shouting. "You and your stupid drunken self!"
If Prussia had half a mind, he would have let go and back off. Instead, the albino tightened his hold on Germany and winced. Damn did he have to be so loud? "Lower your volume West, you're gonna crack my head open. Now why are you mad at me?"
A growl had to be emitted to release the pressure behind his loudness. Behind gritted teeth he answered. "Because you didn't do anything about those women last night."
"Oh. That's what you've been upset over?" Prussia laughed and nuzzled the angered blond. How trivial! "I was drunk and half falling asleep. They weren't actually doing anything. 'Toni and Francis left 'em on me as a joke, that's all."
"Great joke." Was Germany laughing? Had he been laughing? And Prussia wondered why he didn't get along with his friends. The friends that left him in a bar, drunk, with people all over him, then called his lover to come pick him up when he could be working. He took note to 'talk' with the two nations.
"Eh not really. But they were wasted too!" Laughter continued and Prussia turned so he was facing Germany to give him a kiss. "Are you gonna be unmad now?"
While he was no longer shouting and he returned the kiss a tad Germany still glared down at him. "I suppose. It still baffles me that you don't care at all."
"What's there to care about? I don't give a crap about some whores," he said with a shrug. "Why do you care so much?"
Was he kidding? Why did Germany care if women were coming onto Prussia when he wasn't around and he was just taking it all in stride? "Why shouldn't I care?"
"Because I don't love them, duh."
"And that gives them the right to do that?"
"They were just hanging on me?"
"And taking off your clothes!"
Prussia was silent and stared at Germany, but slowly a smile spread on his face as he started cracking up. "Really? They were? Whores!"
Laughing, now he was laughing! Still Germany failed to find any humor in the situation. "Gott, Bruder."
"Oh just loosen up West. They don't turn me on, I like you! Well, I love you~" Holding back his snickers, Prussia leaned up and kissed Germany once more.
Anger is an easy emotion to hold onto, to refuse to let up. Especially when you are as easily brought to it as Germany. Joyful people don't tend to stay upset for long, it's the others that can tend to grasp it firmly and not let up. But even then he was also a logical man. It didn't make sense to cling so tightly to such a negative feeling. Never mind that he had a perfectly legitimate reason to be this time. But even with this he returned the kiss fully this time. In its breaking he turned. "Alright, alright, I'm not mad. Let me clean up."
"Okay~ but West, just cause you aren't mad anymore doesn't mean our bet is off. I'm winning this." With a wink, Prussia skipped off to his room.
"... Verdammt."
The following week revealed the rules of the abstinence bet. Prussia, and Germany if he was one to take such actions, was allowed to kiss, grind, and take advantage of any possibly sexual moment. He had great fun working Germany up into a lustful state, only to keep his hands away from his vitals regions and smirk smugly whenever Germany started to move his hands to Prussia's vital regions. Prussia particularly enjoyed teasing his lover in the shower. To say the least, he was having too much fun being celibate.
And the other of the relationship was not finding much enjoyment in the whole endeavor at all. At its onset he hadn't seen what the problem would be at all. So there was no sex to be had. Originally it had also seemed trivial to him, Prussia's actually suggesting it in the first place. Despite this thought he participated with no personal quarrel. To him there was little offensive at all, simply defensive. The single offense he gave consisted of going shirtless maybe a little longer than normal in the morning and after showers. The rest was his trying to keep sane in this long and exhausting war. At least, it was to Germany.
Why was it so damn difficult? With each kiss he wanted to continue. And each time he needed to more than the time before. It was only made entirely more hard on him - mentally and physically - when at each break and going their separate ways his mind saw fit to play all of the prior copulations on a loop. It was humiliating the number of times he had to resort to masturbation that week.
So, for the humiliated German, it was no surprise he was nervous this particular day. There had barely been a peep out of the Prussian and surely that could only mean trouble when Germany barely had a moment of peace the entire week. So just what was he planning? Because that could be the only explanation as to why he was not in his lap and disrupting his work. Even Germany's wildest dreams couldn't come up with the truth.
"Eliza? Do you really think this will make West break?"
This referred to the outfit of sorts everyone's beloved Hungarian had birthed through a series of others. Initially it appeared much like the uniform worn on the African front. Pale short sleeved short, brown shorts, dark boots. Yet it was obviously different from what men had worn then. The shorts no longer came just above the knee. Instead they ended fairly high on the thigh, tantalizingly short. The shirt too was... Well, lesser. Sleeves and hem both showing more skin. Legs were somewhat hindered I'm viewing due to the dark pantyhose beneath them, a nice little addition that made the brunette drool at the thought of what this would all lead to. The finishing touches appeared simple. A pair of floppy white rabbit ears atop the head, a white puffball of a tail poking from over the shorts. Simple indeed. It wasn't as simple when said appendage was kept in place by a sort of sex toy making itself at home in a Prussian hole.
"Eliza," Prussia whined, squirming uncomfortably as his cheeks grew flushed from the action. Trust this girl to come up with something like this. "Stop staring and answer my question."
All that came was a shudder, hands in fists over her mouth as she continued to stare with sparkling green eyes. Damn she hated this man, but he could look so good. Especially if she let herself imagine he and Germany as they- "Of course it will. It has all the perfect assets. You don't agree?"
"Yeah I guess, but is this-" he looked down at the rabbit tail over shoulder and flushed at the feeling the action brought. "Really necessary? West is going to just pull it out."
"You don't know that~" Hungary cooed, giving another shiver at all the possible actions the German could take.
"Gott you are such a perv Eliza!" Prussia gingerly sat on his bed and stuck his tongue out at her. "Oh hey did you get my text about outfits for Fritz's new friends?"
"Psh, like you're not," she scoffed, then brightened. "Igen! Almost done with those. But the new one for Fritzy is another story~" At this she returned to her never ending bag of wonder she had brought to dig through it.
"Oh a new one for Fritz?" With a giant grin, Prussia jumped down to the ground to join her looking through the bag, only to freeze and groan loudly. Damn why was the stupid tail dildo so long?
The sound elicited a giggle. "Never thought I'd hear that kind of noise from you." Just as she spoke she produced the small box she had been looking for. From within she produced a tiny black bodysuit, holes for legs, eyes, beak, and ends of wings cut for the perfect ninja outfit. "You are always calling him a ninja."
His flushed glare broke down into a smile at the sight of the outfit. It was perfect! Fritz seemed to agree as he flew over to Hungary and landed on her shoulder to nuzzle her cheek. "It's awesome!"
"You're welcome. Anything for such a cutie," Hungary laughed, returning the nuzzle to the small bird. "And soon your friends will have their clothes too, alright?" Smiling merrily she kissed Fritz gently. "Now I've made outfits for your master too. Though for entirely different reasons, huh?" She winked, leg nonchalantly brushing against the bunny tail.
The reaction was anything but subtle. Prussia gasped loudly and bit back a whine. He glared at the perverted fangirl with teary eyes. "Eliza. Keep this up and I'll get rid of those video cameras."
"Fiiine," she drawled in feigned disappointment. It was strange that she was here. Even if she had been making the clothes for Fritz for years that had been the extent of her friendliness with Prussia. She still despised him. But, now that he was in a gay relationship and leaving dear Austria alone she could take him. It was so cute, what he had going with Germany. And how her mind went crazy with the thoughts of them together... Plus, Prussia was probably the only gay she knew willing to let her put up cameras to record them. Prussia wasn't that bad like this.
Smiling smugly, Prussia did his best to ignore the thing up his ass and throbbing dick. "Isn't it time for you to go anyways? I have a hot German to fuck."
"To be fucked by is what you should say, uke," she grinned. How Hungary loved that the high and mighty Prussia was on bottom. She had always known he was meant to be an uke. This was the Hungary after all. Something of a natural talent was hers, the ability to accurately pin the sexuality of males and what position they are. Simply too easy.
That was it. The giggling and sounds coming from Prussia's old room were becoming too much to ignore. They had chosen that one on purpose, he knew it. It was just down the hall from his office, making it quite easy for him to hear the louder sounds but everything else was muffled. But enough was enough. Germany slammed his hands down on his desk and stalked down to the room. It was unlike him to be so rude, but he could care less and just opened the door without an announcement or request. When his eyes fell on the back of an albino military rabbit he paused, blinked, and slowly closed the door.
What the...? "What is going on here!" Germany shouted, opening the door again. He should have known it was odd, Hungary being here and not hearing the clang of a frying pan hitting a Prussian skull. And now here he was, deprived of sex for a whole week staring at... That.
The sudden entrance of Germany made Prussia jump in surprise, jostling the dildo and making him whine. He looked over his shoulder, flushed and struggling to keep his breathing level. "H-hey West," he gasped with an attempted smug grin.
Rocks had nothing on Germany's cock then. The expression added to the effect ten-fold. Reddened cheeks, quickened breath. Oh God...
"I'll just be leaving you two then." An elusive sort of giggle and nuzzle of Fritz before Hungary left the room, glancing back at them only a few times.
"Allo West," Prussia sang as he slowly got to his feet. He really wanted to ravage Germany to pieces at this point. "Like my outfit?"
"What are you-? Why-? Was?" Germany could only babble, staring. Eyes slowly trailed down his body. The pale skin in view, the parts that weren't... Damn he felt so hot.
"Well do you like it?" He asked huskily, squirming as he walked up to the blond.
"Ja, I mean nein, I mean... Why are you... Wearing that?" Words and sanity, come back. Erection and images, go away.
"Why not wear it?" Prussia whispered as he trailed a finger up Germany's torso.
This finger brought about a barely muffled groan. "Because... Ich weiß nicht." Oh, let's not forget his brain. Could that come back too?
"Hm okay. Well, you have work to do? Or would you like to do something else?"
Fuck celibacy. Fuck work. Fuck competitions. Fuck his pride. Germany had an overpowering need to fuck the albino in front of him. It was shown fairly well in his suddenly pulling him into his body to kiss him fiercely.
Prussia immediately molded into his attacker. He moaned and slid his tongue past Germany's lips to explore his mouth. Oh he had him, he had him this time.
Though it was questionable, who was the one having. As the kiss rose in passion a hand rose as well. To a white ball of fluff, to be exact. Fingers pressed into the hair to find its hard base, pressing it once located. "Oi Bruder?" Lips trailed up along the jaw to the others ear to whisper this.
A small whimper came from the albino as he shuddered. "Was West?" He whined.
The nod he gave sent his tongue sliding from the cartilage beneath it just as they touched. "Tell your friend to go."
"... Did he seriously figure me out?" Damn, he was good. Hungary tried dropping down a little lower at her spot below the window.
"Was?" Prussia frowned then growled and glared at the window. "Fuck Eliza get out of here!"
"That's no fun," said brunette mumbled as she sulked away from the house.
"Were you really going to," Germany said as he twisted the tail-dildo slowly, "let her watch without telling me?"
He shuddered and whined, pressing his rear against the pressure. "Fuck West, I didn't know she was there. Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Of course you didn't know." Mouth again meeting the nearby ear the tail was given a nice forceful thrust deeper.
"Gott West!" Prussia yelped as he pressed into him. "Stop teasing me and just do me!"
"But isn't that what you've been doing all week?" Pervy Luddy was out to play. And after having been kept under wraps for so long, he wasn't about to let his time out be short. The hand not keeping pressure on the tail slid beneath the Prussian's shirt to tweak a nipple. "Teasing me?"
"No," he gasped with a shudder. "I was trying to get you to fuck me."
"Same thing." The back of Prussia's hose clad legs were pressed against the side of his bed and his shirt was being pulled from his body as this happened. Take note that Germany had yet to even look at his crotch, much less give it any attention.
A small growl emitted from the albino as he assisted Germany undress himself. Once the shirt was off, he reached up to start unbuttoning Germany's top. Damn buttonups he always wore!
And once it was off Germany had Prussia on the bed as he hovered over him, kissing and nipping his neck. There was no hurry in his actions, yet a force and lust that usually came with quick movement was ever present. In this their hips were perfectly aligned, tail squished between a rear and mattress, and hand rolling a pert bud.
"Nngh, West," Prussia gasped between moans and mewls. The fabric on his straining erection made the sensations all around him feel more intense. Or maybe it was the dildo up his ass. Either way, he was not in the mood to go slow. "Fuck me."
"Was?" Sounds such as these only further entrenched Germany's conscious into his more perverted nature. Meaning? He was nowhere near finished. Down his mouth went along his chin, neck, chest, to conquer and torture a neglected nipple.
And Prussia could only squirm and whine beneath him. Words were lost as his mind filled with pleasure and West. His body shuddered and arched into Germany as a loud moan escaped his clenched teeth.
The moan made Germany grin. He had been the one to crack, but Prussia was the one now writhing. The German simply had to make this continue. Without warning he left the pale body for a moment, straightening from his position over it. Once a moment had passed he suddenly turned Prussia onto his stomach, swiftly tugging down his boots and shirts to toss them aside. This rear made the blond grin even more. Pantyhose, they could be so interesting. There was a reason the full length did not work well for men. His hands trailed beneath the white hips to trace the erection plastered to Prussia's stomach by the leggings. A white ball tail had required a hole in the stockings so it could penetrate him properly. Jostling the dildo in doing so, Germany brought up both hands to find said gash and tear it open further to free more skin. Then, kneeling behind Prussia, he nudged the tail to the side while still keeping it intact to push his tongue inside alongside it.
Moaning, Prussia's back arched and his body quivered under Germany's attention. This was what he wanted, but god he could barely handle it. "West!" He whined.
Vibrations were caused by Germany's chuckle at the moan of his name. Now he was the one that had him, and he was going to enjoy it to its best. The wet muscle inside of Prussia lapped at the juices and prodded the walls mercilessly.
Said walls clenched around Germany as Prussia groaned. He didn't want to be teased dammit! "Fuck me already!"
In response the tail was given a sudden and mighty twist, tongue thus successfully delving deeper. Prussia may have not wanted it, but his brother did.
"Fuck!" Prussia gasped, clenching the bed sheets. "Gott, Gott, oh West."
While he was not yet fully satisfied there was simply too much pressure and heat in his groin. Germany slid his tongue from its cave. Up Prussia's spine his mouth went until it was to his ear. All the while his hand was working on his own pants. "Bruder," he breathed longly, hotly onto the back of the ear.
Shivers ran down Prussia's spine as his head filled with giddy anticipation. "Ja West?" He gasped.
"What would you do if I left you like this, right now?"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You're so sure?"
"West! You already lost dammit! Fuck. Me."
"For the winner you're doing a lot of begging."
Prussia twirled around to stare up at his lover with pleading and loving eyes. Surely he was just teasing again, right? "West, you want this as much as I do."
"That I do." It was hard to deny it when looking at his newly released rod straight and hard member, already weeping with pre-cum as a natural lubricant when he kissed Prussia.
Thank God. Pale fingers twined their way into blond locks as he pushed his tongue into the other's mouth. He pressed into Germany and rubbed their bodies together.
Tongue met tongue in an incline of passion and lust. Finally it became too much. The kiss was broken and Prussia turned back round onto his front so the tail dildo could be pulled from him, eliciting a loud gasp at the sudden emptiness. From there Germany only continued at top speed. He simply could not hold himself back any longer. With what pre-cum had been born as the only lube besides the saliva applied to Prussia's hole he penetrated him then and there.
Prussia cursed loudly and clenched around the throbbing dick inside him. He had forgotten how good it felt to have West inside him. With a groan, Prussia pushed back with his knees and sent West even deeper.
And deeper he went, reveling in the heat and pressure around his dick now in to the base. It was such a wonderful sensation and always proved to put him just near the edge of sanity. It was on this teetering edge that he began thrusting into him, his nose nuzzled into the back of the albino's neck.
Each thrust was met with a counter push and a breathy moan. Prussia's face was buried deep in the mattress and if it wasn't for the fact this was their first fuck in a week, he would have protested. Were they addicted to sex? Yeah just a bit.
And then neither would have denied it. Not with the growing heat in their guts. Germany slipped a hand not gripping the pale hip to slide the waistline of the pantyhose down off of the waiting cock below, using the time to find the bundle of nerves for him to hit.
Germany's search was done when a long, ecstatic moan erupted from the albino beneath him. It was taking all of Prussia's strength to keep his head up under Germany's harsh thrusts and with the tremors of electricity running through him, it was even more difficult. "West," he whined. "Touch me."
On cue Germany rose up his hand to the newly uncovered quivering member of the Prussian to stroke it, his mouth giving his neck hot, sloppy, open mouthed kisses. Damn it had felt like so long. Did they really do it enough that a week was near unbearable? Enough that after so long he felt his mind slipping and cock twitch inside Prussia already?
Muscles clenched around the twitching erection as Prussia shuddered and groaned. It took one last strong thrust into his prostate and white filled his vision. He came into Germany's hand and fell limp, only supported by his lover's hold, panting.
Gasps for air were mirrored by the German once he too had reached his climax and emptied himself. With these pants he slid from Prussia so the two could properly lie on the bed and catch their breath.
Drained, Prussia nuzzled into Germany's chest. With a lopsided grin, he nibbled the skin. "West, you're more addicted to sex than I am!"
Under him the German shifted, flushing at his words. "That isn't true."
"You totally jumped me kiddo."
"Stop calling me that."
Prussia laughed and nuzzled Germany. "Okay okay. So touchy West! Now you gotta promise me something though."
He rose a brow at this and looked down at Prussia in suspicion. "Was?"
"Let's never ever do this again. Teasing you is fun, but I won't be able to handle another week strain like this!"
Another rare laugh of his. "That I can agree to."
"Kese. I knew there was a reason I loved you."
Miles away in another house, one of a larger size, the embodiment of Austria was puzzled. There were strange noises coming from his living room and had been for some good time now. It had come to the point that he was fed up with these mystery noises and was ready to investigate.
Wary of what he may find, Austria quietly entered his living room. He could tell there was a person with light brown, wavy hair was seated on his couch. Hungary? Still moving silently, he moved to the back of his couch and looked over her shoulder. What was she watching- Was that Prussia? Germany? "Elizaveta! Wh-what are you doing?"
The former warrior and maid jumped and turned quickly, tightly gripping the laptop she had been holding. Widened green eyes fell back to their normal size as she gave a releived sigh and nonchalantly hid the screen from Austria's gaze while wearing an innocent smile. Hungary had been so sure he wasn't home. "Hello, Sir, I didn't think you were here."
"Whether I'm home or not isn't the topic of discussion! What are you doing and especially in my living room unannounced?" Austria huffed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You know I have no problem with you visiting, but using my living room for-for-"
Damn, he hadn't taken her change of subject. Well he had, but turned it right back. "Well, you see..." Hungary laughed. "I'm sorry for coming without notice, but your house is closer than mine, the signal picks up better here."
"Closer signal for what?" He paused then shook his head. "No, never mind. Don't tell me. Elizaveta, please don't use my home for such hobbies."
Such hobbies... Oh, but it was such a fun 'hobby.' Hungary giggled and nodded. "Yes Sir. Won't happen again, I promise~" She still had the recording. Already the gears in her mind were turning. Who would want a copy besides her and Prussia?
End of Chapter Fourteen
I would *q* really bad. Ahaha xD I had so much fun with Hungary. My mom's side is all Hungarian, and we're pretty awesome. I've got some serious Hungarian pride along with my German from dad. And c'mon, we're so alike XD go rabid yaoi fangirls!
Sorry this took a bit longer than it should have getting out ^^; Been working on painting my room. Do you have any idea how many coats it takes of blue chalkboard paint before the streaks are covered? O.o it was a PAIN, lemme tell you
And then, and then! 8D Haya came! We got to hang out for a whole week~ It was awesome! We worked during that time a bit, but my phone Ferdy doesn't seem to like her new one Fritz. He'd say my reply was sent but it wasn't, and it wouldn't be in the sent box. So finally when she asked if I ever replied I had to type it all out again. Another PAIN. But hey, it was fun xD Haya is WEIRD, y'all, you have no idea. She claimed the vital regions of my chalkboard. And hugged me… A lot Dx I'm not a hugger
I'm doing less and less translations each time because I think a lot of the more used terms should be understood by now. If you want me to put everything just say so
Igen! = Yes!