Well damn. Chapter seventeen already? When did this happen? XD Anywhos, sorry for the long wait ^^;; School SUCKS. Like. For real. I'm so sick of junior year ;-; I want it all to eeend T.T *sniffles* anyways, we love you guys that are still with us *heartheart* Hope you enjoy our CHRISTMAS IN FRUKING SEPTEMBER! YEAH!
Chapter Seventeen: Commandeered Provisions
Germany tended to be a cold place in the winter season. From December to February it was rare for the thermometer to read anything above freezing. Despite this it was rare for there to be extended periods of snowfall, just a few here and there. Generally Germany, at least the city of Berlin in which two special brothers lived, formed the picturesque image of Christmas time. Decorations abound and festive fairs thrived in the streets, storefronts spilling out onto the road with their themed wares. Everywhere, the German specific household especially, permeated the scent of gingerbread in festive, traditional treats. That and pine needles. The Christmas tree was really a very serious business in this nation.
It was still cold, however, explaining the prolonged presence of a muscular blond male in his bed and the three dogs huddled around its skirts, but the temperature could not explain why a certain lazy albino was out of bed. One would think there was nothing in the world that could get Prussia out of bed at such an early hour. The answer really was simple enough tough. Prussia was a child.
"WEST!" Prussia yelled at the top of his lungs as he ran into their room, still shivering from going outside in his boxers. But what did he care about being cold? "West it's snowing! On Christmas! Can anything be more awesome? WEST WAKE UP!"
Groans and mumbles mixed with whines and growls, dogs reacting the same as their master. Er, two of them. One, at the mentioning of snow, hopped up immediately to rush out in a flash of quick moving gold fur. Aster loved snow as much as Prussia did. Germany, Berlitz, and Blackie however, weren't as impressed.
"It's been snowing on and off, as it always does," so what was so amazing that it happened to on Christmas? The one of few days of the year he allowed himself to sleep in.
"Yeah but West! Now you can wear one of my presents!" Prussia jumped onto the sleepy blond and nuzzled his cheek. "Come play in the snow West!"
"Du machst whol Witze," he mumbled, pushing Prussia's face back to pet his hair in hopes of sedating him with his rare affection.
Any other time, this attempt of distracting Prussia would have worked. Any other time. The albino had a mission and wasn't going to stray from it! He nuzzled into Germany, relishing the moment, just for a little bit. Okay, maybe he started to doze off just a tad. But, the mission was still a go! "It's a really cute gift too West," Prussia whispered after a while.
Germany sighed. Damn, he turned back onto the topic. "And I have to wear it outside?" Knowing Prussia, his gift shouldn't be something he can wear in public, much less the cold of a winter morning.
"Well duh! It's supposed to be worn to keep you warm! Come on! Get out of bed and make me pancakes and open presents and then play in the snow with me!"
"Alright, alright," might as well give into his demands, as always. Taking Prussia's shoulders Germany sat the both of them up, simultaneously shifting the albino along his body to be sitting in his lap at the end of the action.
Oh, yeah, he had told himself to do something this morning last night. He hugged Prussia and kissed him before greeting, "Frohliche Weihnachten, Bruder."
Prussia beamed like a fool and hugged Germany back, pulling back only to attack his lips in a kiss of his own. "Frohliche Weihnachten!" He sang cheerfully.
A snort of a halfway chuckle and third kiss. Germany really did have a strange brother, lover. One that was hungry for pancakes. "Call Aster in," he said when he stood.
"Yeah yeah," Prussia sighed. Getting Aster to come in was always such a pain! Oh wait, it was snowing! He burst into laughter and ran out the room, still in only his boxers, yelling Aster's name in a singsong voice. His little song was interrupted by yelps and curses as his feet hit the snow, followed by even more profanities when the golden retriever ran over to him and tackled him into the snow. "FUCK!"
"Aster!"
Jumping at the angry German yell, the dog meekly moved off Prussia just in time for Berlitz to appear and access the damage while trying to nudge the albino back up.
Prussia didn't much encouragement. He jumped to his feet and quickly ran back inside. "Fuck it's cold cold cold! West! Where's all our snow gear?"
"Should be in the closet by the door."
Several minutes later, Prussia was seated at the kitchen table, covered head to toe in winter wear. He watched Germany work about the kitchen while fidgeting with the present he had pulled out from under the tree. Small snickers came from him at random points as he imagined West in his AWESOME present. He was going to look so cute!
But as he wasn't a mind reader Germany hadn't the idea of why in the world he kept hearing creepy cackles behind him that caused awkward glances back. Or, he did have an idea, it just wasn't close to the truth. Again, knowing Prussia, anything that brought on such giggles and involved his blond lover usually related to things of the sexual nature.
"Did you ever hold something resembling sanity?" As a greeting in his setting the plate of pancakes on the table.
"Kesese, I am awesome. Why would I need a stupid thing like sanity?" Prussia winked and took a giant bite out of his pancakes before holding out the bag to Germany. "Open it!"
"... I'm frightened," in a grumble while opening the gift in caution.
Surprisingly enough, there wasn't any lingerie or sex toys. Rather, there were little polar bears staring up at him innocently. To be more exact, earmuffs in the shape of polar bears.
"Aren't they adorable, West?" Prussia laughed and pulled his own pair out of his coat pocket. His were little white rabbits. Prussia grinned and pointed to them once he had them on. "We match!" And they did, in that strange sort of way that opposites do. For instead of the Prussian giant grin Germany had his own sort of German joyful expression. Here it was a risen brow and quirk of his mouth in a smile lightly blessed with a blush.
"… Du bist komisch," he finally said in his default phrase before a, "danke."
"Kesese, knew you would like them!" He stuffed more pancakes in his mouth and pointed to himself. "Go get dressed so we can go out and use them!"
"Don't choke," before moving off to do as was expected of him, returning shortly decked out in the required cold outer wear including his new earmuffs. He didn't return to the kitchen long though, for he had to let out the whining Aster with a roll of his eyes. Wonder where she got her personality.
Breakfast was rushed along by Prussia, even after he almost choked on his pancakes. It wasn't long before he was on his feet and tugging on Germany's arm. "Okay we can do dishes later West! Let's play in the snow before it starts to melt and gets all icky!" And continually Germany tried to explain that due to the cold temperatures it probably wouldn't melt for a while, but Prussia would hear none of it before finally the stick in the mud –snow!- surrendered.
Surprisingly Aster was not the only animal taking pleasure in the winter wonderland outside. Blackie made an appearance outside his normal sleeping spots and kitchen for meals, lumbering out sleepily to go at a speed almost of a trot through the snow. Berlitz simply went crazy trying to find scents in the damned white stuff, nose trailing all around the yard. Fritz in turn, sporting his mini bunny earmuffs, flew after Berlitz laughing before coaxing his chick friends to join the group outside.
Prussia laughed and ran out into the middle of the yard. He scooped snow into his gloved hands, pat it into a ball, and winked to Germany before chucking it right at him. And as his back had been turned the missile pelted him in the back of the head. There was a bit of a leaning forward at impact before he turned around with narrowed eyes.
"Kesese! Gotchya West!" Prussia snickered and sent his second snowball at his victim, this one narrowly dodged.
"Verdammt, Bruder!" And when the third was thrown, that was it. Even if he had never been one to play fight as a kid, to play in general, he didn't like being attacked continuously and not returning the favor. He was a very polite man, after all. Best give the gentleman what he wanted: a few snowballs tossed in his direction.
Prussia instantly burst into cackles and ran behind a tree. "That's the spirit West!" He yelled as he scooped up more snow and started making snowballs as he threw them, not giving his brother a chance to create a stockpile. Not that he needed one. Aster made it her personal mission to marry Prussia and the snow, again jumping on him to just throw him into it.
"What the fuck Aster?" Prussia yelled, attempting to push the stupid dog off of him. But, Aster would have none of that. Since Germany had yet to yell at her, she continued to jump right back onto Prussia every time he pushed her off, successfully sending him deeper into the snow.
"Good dog," Germany managed between his laughs that actually brought him to hugging his middle and leaning forward a tad in their might.
"West you suck!" Prussia yelped right before he got another face full of snow. "Fucking dog!" He flipped around and wrapped his arms around Aster tightly. "Ha! Try trampling over me now!" Of course, thus receiving a wet tongue to the face nonstop.
"Awww fuck Aster!" Despite his complaint, Prussia made no move to make Aster stop licking him and rather snuggled the large dog. Glancing over to Germany, he smirked and whispered in Aster's ear, "I'll give you some of my dinner tonight if you go tackle West into the snow."
Stupid blonde or not, food was an effective method of testing the true intelligence of Aster, and her loyalties. Hey, she loved Germany, but anything for food! In an instant she was off Prussia and bounding towards her prescribed target, who again was turned when he was hit, this time trying to calm Berlitz. As he did not see it coming the man was given a short jolt on impact but didn't fall. It's just then when he tried to spread his legs apart to regain his balance he wasn't quick enough and was sent falling into snowdrift. "Aster!"
"Kesese! Good girl Aster! Haha West!" Prussia ran over to the fallen German and flopped onto his back. "Revenge is awesome!"
And he may have deserved it, but Germany didn't think so too much when he was shoving away the golden retriever tonguing his face in apologies. "Ha ha."
"Make a snowman with me West~"
"..." How to respond to that… Germany didn't quite know. He didn't understand this whole 'playing' concept and had yet to.
"Yay!" Taking Germany's silence as an agreement, not that Prussia would have let him say no, the albino jumped up and pulled his brother to his feet. "You start making his middle part! I'll make the bottom!"
If he were anything like Prussia or his two friends Germany would have seen the humor in the section of choice for his brother, but as he wasn't he just sighed, shook his head, and got started. Don't get me wrong, Germany never went out of his way to make snowmen or do any kind of winter activity that wasn't something in the Winter Olympics. How he knew the perfect method of making a snowman was from his doing so with the very same man doing so at this point in time. All the way back to childhood he had memories here and there of being dragged from bed to 'have fun' in the snow. And of course Prussia could lecture on something as trivial as snowman making to no end. These lessons followed Germany through the passage of time.
"Hey West! Do we have any carrots?" Prussia asked with a laugh as he started on the head.
... Scheiße. Digging into his pocket Germany produced a carrot, er, two halves of one. "That would be from the fall." A whine from Aster there.
Prussia gasped and grabbed the carrot halves from Germany. "You came prepared? I'm shocked!"
"I think you've done this with me enough for me to know the drill."
"Kese such a smart little West you are!" He looked down at the carrot pieces and grinned. The first piece he stuck into the face, the second on the bottom. "There!"
"Oi!" The protruding bit of orange was swatted off the bottom portion. "You do know the neighbors will see that right?"
"Kesese, fine!" Prussia left the carrot on the ground as he directed his attention to the middle portion of the snowman... Now slowly becoming a snowwoman. As it was more understandable to see a snowman with cleavage than one with a boner, Germany simply shook his head, allowing Prussia to go about his way while he stroked the dogs and sat watching the albino.
"Kesese!" A good time later, Prussia finally stepped back from his snowwoman. It looked remarkably like a certain Hungarian, even down to a frying pan he ran inside to add. "West! Get a camera!"
"I doubt she'll appreciate this... er, art."
"Just get it West!"
Another shake of his head. Even if it may cause head trauma for his brother Germany retrieved the requested camera.
The first picture he took was posing next to the snowHungary. For the second he requested Germany take it on the count of three. "Three!" He yelled as he kicked the snowman apart.
"If you send her these," she'll kick your ass. Germany didn't even have to finish, just shake his head at the hopeless stupidity before him.
"I'm not gonna send them! I'm putting them on my blog, DUH!"
And she read it to check for any mentioning's of invading Austrain vital regions, just as Germany himself read daily for anything he may need knowing such as bombing plans or other crazy Prussian ideas. "How stupid of me."
"Kese, exactly!" Pleased with his mess, Prussia smirked to Germany. "Can we open the rest of the presents now?"
"Ja." Normally in a family with children there was much more to do around the tree and the presents and timing. But as they were now simply two grown men - physically, at least, not so much mentally for one - there wasn't much need or care to do so. Now they just headed back inside with the dogs and peeled off their thick layers, Germany taking the time to hang them to dry as well as towel the dogs' fur, before settling down with hot chocolate to exchange gifts.
As opposed to the matching set of earmuffs Germany's presents were a fair bit less meaningful. All he had done was go down the list of requested items by Prussia and purchase all of those that were within reason and not related to sex. Unsurprisingly, this left very little in the way of gifts. Just a few videogames and manga, things of that nature. Still, he felt a hint guilty handing them over.
Not that Prussia would think the gifts were any less than his. He burst into laughter and jumped up to hug Germany. "Thanks West! I've been wanting to play these for a while!" He kissed him and grabbed a red box. "This is also for you~"
Oh he knew him so well. So, so well. Of course his gift would be something to be used in bed. In this case it wasn't much of anything at all. Black leather thong, black leather binding straps made in a specific shape to wrap around the neck and the torso a few times to restrain hands behind ones back. "Er," came out, brow twitching and face red.
Prussia frowned at what Germany pulled out of the bag. That was not what he bought. Wait, was that... The albino actually blushed as he scowled, "Fucking friends! They switched my present!"
"... Switched?" Germany parroted. Gott he hated his lover's friends.
"Yeah the idiots wanted me to get that instead of the toys I got! I said no cause there's no way in hell I'd ever- well you'd ever use it!" Prussia huffed and shoved the item back in bag. "I'll return it!"
Let's just smooth over the fact that Germany had kept a hold of the leather for a millisecond before it could be pulled away from him. "Er, alright..."
Prussia sighed and kissed his love. "Oh well, my awesome earmuffs make up for this lame mixup."
"I would have preferred getting just the earmuffs..."
"Well I'm sorry I wanted to get you something more!"
"Nein, I did not mean it in that way. Simply I was very much expecting you to get that sort of gift."
Prussia laughed and climbed into Germany's lap to straddle him. "Well duh, I'm awesome like that."
His libido certainly did agree, first the swapped gift and now on top of that the... Prussian on top of him. "Ja ja," kissing him.
"Mmm West," Prussia whispered into Germany's ear and nibbled lightly on the lobe. "Can you say screw your no sex in the middle of the day rule and screw me?"
But Germany didn't break rules, especially not his own. There was a way to go about things, a time for everything, and sex was kept to the later hours. Any other time meant getting off schedule and skewing everything. Post-coital procedures included a shower, making it two showers in one day since he took one every morning. Then there would be more sleep due to being tired causing sleeping in causing starting the day later causing... "I'm not so sure."
Well that wasn't what he wanted to hear. Prussia frowned and slowly licked the edge of his lover's ear. "But West. It's Christmas."
Words and a groan melted together as Germany said, "Bruder."
Prussia sat back with a prominent pout, his lower lip sticking out tantalizingly. "West."
"... Only because it's a holiday," a growled out statement followed by the rough attack on the teasing mouth, which all too willingly fought back with equal desire, hips already slowly grinding into Germany.
Both gratifying and maddening was the movement atop his quick to throbbing vital regions, making Germany continue to produce growls and make the kiss a bruising kind. Then, at hearing the noise that had left him, he fell back and was tamed thusly for the time being, instead taking it upon himself to trace shapes in Prussia's low spine with one hand while it's twin snaked beneath his shirt.
Shivers ran through Prussia as he grinned into their kiss. His own hands found themselves in their favorite place, tangled in Germany's hair. He sucked on his lover's bottom lip, breaking the kiss. As calloused fingers ghosted over his nipples, Prussia brought his mouth to Germany's neck and started nibbling lightly.
A palm flattened against the flesh to hug the outer edge of a pectoral muscle. Thumb shifted up to the bit of raised pink cartilage and roused it to a hardened point through constant rubbing and tweaking, unrelenting just as the mouth on his own neck.
"Nngh, West," Prussia gasped, running his tongue up Germany's neck to start attacking his ear. His hands left the blond hair to start working on getting the German's clothes off. "Why are you wearing so many layers?"
"It could be the snow," the fingers at his spine dipped down along it, slipping beneath the hindering fabric, to the crack of Prussia's rear, "or to see you work."
"Oh and you love that, don't you West?" Prussia grinned and ripped open Germany's jacket. "Enjoy all this teasing?" His teeth took hold of the t-shirt collar and pulled it down the nip at his collar bone.
Germany paused in his shouldering off the jacket to wince at the bruising of his skin by Prussian teeth, a short groan coming through his own at the tightening in his groin it caused.
Snickering, Prussia cupped this got crotch and gave it a squeeze. "You're so horny West!"
After their first widening at the action blue German eyes narrowed into a glare, teeth gritting together. "And whose fault is that?" From there he began to undress Prussia himself, first shirt and then pants. He only got to the point of starting to pull the trousers down, though, before Germany realized what they were lacking.
"I'll be back," he said, giving the Prussian a kiss before shifting him off of his lap so he could retrieve the lube from their bedroom.
"Fuck West," Prussia sighed, looking around the room boredly. They could have just used something else, West didn't have to go looking for the lube... Where was it anyways? Great, this was going to be a while. Why couldn't they have just used... eggnog or something? Oh. Eggnog.
Annoyance forgotten, Prussia jumped to his feet and raced to the fridge. He had completely forgotten about the eggnog that West bought just yesterday! Completely content to let the mood die, Prussia flopped back onto the couch with the carton of eggnog, not bothering to pour himself a glass.
While one lover was willing to pass up the chance of sex - the one that had started them down that path no less! - the other was not so amicable. Upon his return Germany knew this was the case, as happy Prussia seemed to be with the eggnogg. Just as he had found the lube too... His gaze wandered from the Prussian on the sofa and soon rested on the red gift... Oh how the Holidays had an effect on the already horny German.
As he had not been noticed in the doorway, the following actions were of the shockingly easy sort, probably due to Prussia's practically inhaling the alcoholic beverage so quickly. In his approach Germany was silent and thus put no effort into slipping the carton away, which brought a whiny protest from his victim. It was the rest that took at least a hint of labor. Leather straps in hand, he made quick work of utilizing them flawlessly on the pale man, first binding his hands behind him then looping the rest around his chest, all while ignoring Prussia's curses and squirming. As he worked Germany had seated himself beside Prussia and, having turned him to sit sideways on the cushions to have his back to him, bit at his neck and back.
"West!" Prussia gasped, struggling to figure out how to get out of his bindings. "Th-this isn't fair!"
"Warum sagst du das?" Germany asked, finishing his job and leaning to nip at Prussia's ear as he had his own before.
The Prussian grunted and did his best to not sound whiny as he said, "I'm too awesome for this West!"
"Ich glaube dir nicht," because he was already sliding fingers down the back of his pants to probe him and with ease could also take hold of his crotch at his front.
"Aah, West!" Prussia whined now. Dammit this wasn't fair! Why did West find enjoyment in this? Determined to get his way, Prussia rolled off the couch and glared at Germany from his awkward position on the floor. "This is not cool."
"Wie so? It seems 'cool' to me from here." He said, appreciating the view.
"Oh shut up West!" Prussia struggled into a sitting position and continued to glare. "Lemme out of this! It was just a lame joke from Toni and Francis! You don't have to use it!"
"It's rude to return gifts," he said simply.
"... You suck, you know that, right?"
"Do you want it off or not?"
"Yes!"
Germany nodded to the sofa, "get up here then."
With a beaming smile, Prussia struggled to his feet and plopped down next to Germany. "Gott! Danke!"
Sometimes he saw why he was considered the smarter brother. Germany continued his farce to the point of sitting Prussia in his lap with his back to his chest and sliding a hand along a strap back to front. It ended when he followed it to a nipple and tweaked the awaiting flesh. "I didn't say it would be now."
Chills ran though his blood and a whine threatened to come out. Damn! Everything felt so weird with his arms restrained as they were. "West! You suck."
"Es tur mir leid," Germany apologized with little sympathy, tugging Prussia's pants down his body so his fingers could circle the albinos anus.
"N-no you aren't! And stop teasing!" Prussia jerked his arms up, ignoring the pain the action cause, in an attempt to hit Germany.
This time silent, Germany could just lean back a smidgen and dodge the attempted blow, in doing so finger delving inside the hole it had been circling, making the albino whine unwillingly.
The leather was digging into his skin and was making his hands numb. His fingers twitched with discomfort and the anticipation of what was to come as his mouth groaned, "West." The sounding of his name spurred him on. A second digit joined the first, both racking through Prussia's insides and churning them, attacking it's depths with as much twisting and prodding possible just to reach that spot.
And all the dislike of this positioning and bondage was instantly forgotten by the victim as delightful shocks coursed through his body, making his numb arms tingle and leather surrounded nipples harden even more. Prussia groaned shamelessly and pressed into Germany, his entire body quivering. His lover in turn grinned victoriously, celebrating his triumph with a quick twist of his fingers and a nip to the column of white flesh that was an albino's neck.
With time the pressure in his groin and lust in his blood became too much for Germany. He removed his fingers from the man atop him to use them in unzipping his pants and pulling out his red throbbing erection to then coat it with the lube he had procured before. As Prussia was on one knee, he had to shift him on his lap to properly align his rod with the desired cavern. But it did not matter too much. It certainly did not change his action of bringing the shaking hips down upon him in one quick impalement.
Prussia groaned and attempted to push Germany even deeper, but found the action a tad difficult in his current situation. And, for some reason, found this extremely amusing. He burst into laughter. "I can't move at all West! Kese, my arms are completely numb too. Fft this has got to be our most unique position yet! Hahaha!"
You would think someone as sex-crazed as Prussia would die rather than ruin a mood. But it also came to reason that he lived to fall below any possible underestimations. Germany groaned himself, almost softening at the incredible turnoff. But before he could he took a second thrust to the base, then another, effectively silencing the laughter to low moans.
Prussia leaned back and nipped at Germany's chin with a small smirk. "But really West, this is way too hard," more snickers followed the lame pun, but this time he bent his head back to nibble the blond's ear lobe.
Gott if Prussia didn't shut up. With a growl Germany took his lips, gaining his rhythm and aim in the thrusts at the same time.
A moan passed through the kiss as white erupted in Prussia's vision. Helplessly, Prussia attempted to meet each thrust, getting more and more frustrated as he couldn't. Not to mention his twitching cock was severely neglected... "West," he gasped, eyes glistening. "Touch me!"
And now the reactions were pleasing Germany. Instead of softening in response to Prussia he hardened inside him now. Grim in the look of concentration he held, Germany brought a hand to Gils front, taking hold of him and pressing a thumb over the weeping tip.
"Gott West!" He whined, bucking into the light touch. "More!"
And he obliged, finding both thrusting into Prussia and jacking him off roughly a bit difficult to do at the same time if he attempted a tandem, but he managed. Germany even managed another kiss through it! He was giving Prussia a wonderful Christmas present, but the albino was still frustrated, even submerged in all the pleasurable sensations.
He still could not move his arms. He wanted to touch West dammit! And he was so close to coming it was almost painful, but he still couldn't touch West. How could he come if he wasn't clinging to West? Fuck were those really tears in his eyes? "West," he whined pitifully, a shiver running up his spine, making his whole body shudder.
"Ja, Bruder?" Germany replied. His mouth was on his ear, breath hot and labored in physical activity. He too was close as well. With his rising inner gauge so did the beat in his movements quicken and gain power, maybe a bit more sloppiness in the desperation that is sex as well.
A response was never given for Prussia tensed and moaned loudly, arching into Germany and straining against his binding as red hot flashes coursed through his body and finally he released himself into Germany's hand. Nor was there one needed, for his cumming was enough of a reply. Germany took it and ran, coming to his own climax and leaping upon it with that of Prussia's that caused the maddeningly pleasurable tightening around his dick that came crashing down in a stream of white fluid within the albino.
Panting, Prussia fell back into Germany and groaned. Fuck his shoulders were sore. "Fuck you West, I'm burning this damn thing."
It was now the night of New Years Eve and the entirety of the world was at the World Conference building. It hadn't lasted too long as of yet, so the alcohol had not been brought out. All the same antics ensued. Canada had to stand between America and Cuba, able to do little in the task of calming them. The Asians took up an entire corner and made up an impenetrable wall of dark haired family. Russia managed to get in, though. And now France and Spain had just approached Prussia, Germany already commandeered by Italy. Spain was the first to speak up about it.
"Amigo, are you wearing reeally tight bracelets?"
"... Nein!" Prussia flushed and hid his wrists behind his back. He was going to yell at them for the present, but that was before West used it on him. They would tease him for sure if they found out.
"Antonio~ I think those are bruises," France purred, smirking.
"Bruises?" Green eyes widened. "Gil, what hap-!" ... "Bruises!" With understanding came a grin and a, "so Luddy had a very merry Christmas then~"
"And you said you wouldn't use it, Gilbert." France laughed and grabbed Prussia's arms to inspect them. "Looks like it was on for a while."
"Nothing was ever on me!" Prussia yelled, pulling his arms away, bright red. "I returned it, okay?"
"But you used it well, sí? No, I am wrong, Luddy used it well," Spain corrected himself, laughing.
"I'm sure you enjoyed being his little sex slave," France snickered.
"Fuck! That never happened! Stop thinking of stupid things!" Prussia looked around for his lover, and once spotting him and Italy, yelled at the top of his lungs, "West! Tell Antonio and Francis you didn't use their stupid gag gift on me!"
The reply? A flushed and glowering German sending near murderous intent towards the three friends from his point across the way.
"I believe that is an embarrassed 'shut the hell up and don't tell people about what we do at home' look~"
"Is not!" Prussia huffed and yelled again, "West! They interpreted your look wrong! Tell them you didn't use it!"
"What did Doitsu not use?" Italy asked.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Germany said while pointedly ignoring Prussia.
"I'm right~"
"No you're not! WEST!"
"Halt den Mund!" Damn if all the countries weren't looking in their direction now at least half had their curious gaze on them. Germany was about ready to drag the Prussian away.
"Tell them!"
France laughed and placed an arm around Prussia's shoulder. "Mon cher, just give up. He's not going to take back those fun times."
"God dammit! West!" Prussia pulled away from his friends and ran over to Germany. "Make them stop making fun of me!"
"If you stop giving such exaggerated reactions they will," Germany said somewhat through his death, gaze hard on him still.
"I'm not being exaggerated! Come on West! Just tell them and they'll stop!"
"Should we ask Eliza if she somehow got it on tape?" Spain asked France, giggling as Germany spoke in hushed tones to his love.
"Mon Dieu, if she did, I believe she needs permanent induction into the Bad Touch Trio..." France smirked and looked over to their whining Prussian friend. "Maybe she can replace Gilbert."
"Oye! No one can replace the awesome Prussia, sí?" Spain quipped in a laugh.
Smirking, the Frenchman merely shrugged nonchalantly. "Eliza might give me access to Roderich without a frying pan to the face."
To this Spain laughed, shaking his head. "I doubt it." An explanation had been in store as well, but he stopped at the approaching Italy to hug him.
"What are Doitsu and GilGil and France-nii and Spain-nii talking about?" The boy asked, completely lost.
"Their bedroom activities~"
"Oooh. So that's why-"
"Hey guys! 20 seconds till midnight!" America suddenly yelled into the microphone. "Let's start the count down!"
Instantly Spain was running back to Romano with two bunches of grapes, Germany trying to keep from taping Prussia's mouth shut to instead remain quiet himself during the countdown, which as it went along was mirrored by chanted Russian and English to add the needed creep factor.
"5!"
Romano glared at the Spaniard and tried to shove him away.
"4!"
France ran over to chanting England with a lecherous grin.
"3!"
Prussia smirked and forgot his complaints to wrap his arms around Germany's neck.
"2!"
America took a deep breath and finally yelled, "1!"
Prussia pulled Germany down the last few inches and connected their lips. France pulled England close and kissed him, holding him tight so he couldn't pull away. Spain pulled Romano into a hug to kiss him giddily before the stuffing of grapes could ensue.
Once he had finished choking Spain managed, "so what is Luddy getting this Christmas?"
End of Chapter Seventeen
Heeeey peeps! ^^; Don't be hatin'. Sorry for the lateness. School… It kills
You know what else does? Random ass English publications! D( Why the hell does Prussia sound Italian in the anime? Why does it say Germany is technologically illiterate (Haya: and has to PEE XD) in the manga? RE-TAR-DED
Du machst whol Witze = You're joking
Frohliche Weihnachten = Merry Christmas
Warum sagst du das? = Why do you say that?
Ich glaube dir nicht = I don't believe you
Wie so? = How so?
And that bit about Spain with grapes xD It's a thing in Spain. Basically you put a grape in your mouth for each toll of the clock at midnight of New Years for 12 months of prosperity