p style="line-height: 24.4799995422363px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3999996185303px; background-color: #fefefe;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany leans down next to his brother and sighs. The realization he's okay is good, but his grin and giggles make him know he's drunk and will feel the bump on his head in the morning.../span/p
p style="line-height: 24.4799995422363px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3999996185303px; background-color: #fefefe;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Come on Gilbert..." He pulls him up by his arm and grips his side./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Prussia gives out a string of odd laughs, "West~ When did you get here?"/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He feels himself let out a sigh, its not so much an annoyed sound, as it is fond, "Just be quiet, you need to sleep..." He moves him to the bed, Prussia's legs not working so it is more of a dragging feel./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""schlafi schlaf~" Prussia watches Germany intently and seems amused at the idea of sleep./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany lays him down and finds himself smiling slightly at his childishness, "Ja... Sleep."/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He sighs knowing Prussia won't do anything for himself in this state... He unties his shoes placing them on the floor neatly. As Germany looks up at the pink eyes not moving from him he sighs, why does he feel almost nervous under his gaze? He's drunk. As he removes his shirt for him Prussia begins cackling./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""What are you doing West~" He moves his eyes almost suggestively and reaches out for Germany./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany finds himself very flustered quickly standing up, "Y-Your drunk, please-"/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Once he is collected he moves leaning over Prussia and grabbing the blanket, those eyes still on him... As he pulls the blanket around Prussia a hand on his arm gets his attention./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Lutz...~ You should cuddle with me~" He smirks eyes glazed over, "Rember when you were little and you'd always-" His words are slurred./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany interrupts annoyed, "I'm not younger." He pulls his arm away questioning how much of the beer this is./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He notes Prussia's hurt look and turns off the lights, "Nacht," As he walks blindly through the dark to the stairs he picks up the wood from the stairs. He leans over placing it gently and at the slight click it makes he hears Prussia shift and sit up. /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Ludwig, what was that?" He suddenly sounds much less drunk making Germany annoyed and curious at the same time.../spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""A lose board I think... I'll get it later." He moves up a bit on the stairs anxious to get out. He can just imagine how Prussia would react if he said he knew and even read his journals... /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He feels like a liar and rude. He quickly retreats upstairs closing the door. /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"The next morning Germany awakes at his usual 5,00. He enters the kitchen in thought, for some reason his mind wonders back to Prussia... Was he gay? The question never really entered his mind about his brother because for most of his life he'd seen Prussia as a strong and independent nation... And after he was not a nation he still held onto that strong Prussian pride... Of course he could be just as strong if gay or bisexual but... /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He shakes the thoughts off, why does it matter to him? His brother can do whatever he wants, its not his business... He busies his mind with breakfast./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany is thrown out of his thoughts from the sound of Prussia making his way upstairs. Despite everyone's belief, Prussia was a nation born of military pride and his brother woke up as such at 7,00 or anywhere within two hours of that. Better than most./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He feels a bit of pride knowing Prussia raised him with those same values.../spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Morgen Gilbert..." He notes the large bump on his head and dark circles forming under his eyes.../spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Hey... West, can we just kinda..." He puts a finger over his mouth sitting down. His head aching and curiosity rising... He had found his journal on the bed, perhaps he left it there...? But West had been in there already if he recalls right... Prussia eyes Germany's back wishing he could ask.../span/p
p style="line-height: 24.4799995422363px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14.3999996185303px; background-color: #fefefe;"span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Come on Gilbert..." He pulls him up by his arm and grips his side./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Prussia gives out a string of odd laughs, "West~ When did you get here?"/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He feels himself let out a sigh, its not so much an annoyed sound, as it is fond, "Just be quiet, you need to sleep..." He moves him to the bed, Prussia's legs not working so it is more of a dragging feel./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""schlafi schlaf~" Prussia watches Germany intently and seems amused at the idea of sleep./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany lays him down and finds himself smiling slightly at his childishness, "Ja... Sleep."/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He sighs knowing Prussia won't do anything for himself in this state... He unties his shoes placing them on the floor neatly. As Germany looks up at the pink eyes not moving from him he sighs, why does he feel almost nervous under his gaze? He's drunk. As he removes his shirt for him Prussia begins cackling./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""What are you doing West~" He moves his eyes almost suggestively and reaches out for Germany./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany finds himself very flustered quickly standing up, "Y-Your drunk, please-"/spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Once he is collected he moves leaning over Prussia and grabbing the blanket, those eyes still on him... As he pulls the blanket around Prussia a hand on his arm gets his attention./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Lutz...~ You should cuddle with me~" He smirks eyes glazed over, "Rember when you were little and you'd always-" His words are slurred./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany interrupts annoyed, "I'm not younger." He pulls his arm away questioning how much of the beer this is./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He notes Prussia's hurt look and turns off the lights, "Nacht," As he walks blindly through the dark to the stairs he picks up the wood from the stairs. He leans over placing it gently and at the slight click it makes he hears Prussia shift and sit up. /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Ludwig, what was that?" He suddenly sounds much less drunk making Germany annoyed and curious at the same time.../spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""A lose board I think... I'll get it later." He moves up a bit on the stairs anxious to get out. He can just imagine how Prussia would react if he said he knew and even read his journals... /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He feels like a liar and rude. He quickly retreats upstairs closing the door. /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"The next morning Germany awakes at his usual 5,00. He enters the kitchen in thought, for some reason his mind wonders back to Prussia... Was he gay? The question never really entered his mind about his brother because for most of his life he'd seen Prussia as a strong and independent nation... And after he was not a nation he still held onto that strong Prussian pride... Of course he could be just as strong if gay or bisexual but... /spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He shakes the thoughts off, why does it matter to him? His brother can do whatever he wants, its not his business... He busies his mind with breakfast./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Germany is thrown out of his thoughts from the sound of Prussia making his way upstairs. Despite everyone's belief, Prussia was a nation born of military pride and his brother woke up as such at 7,00 or anywhere within two hours of that. Better than most./spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"He feels a bit of pride knowing Prussia raised him with those same values.../spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Morgen Gilbert..." He notes the large bump on his head and dark circles forming under his eyes.../spanbr style="line-height: 1.7em;" /br style="line-height: 1.7em;" /span style="line-height: 1.7em; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;""Hey... West, can we just kinda..." He puts a finger over his mouth sitting down. His head aching and curiosity rising... He had found his journal on the bed, perhaps he left it there...? But West had been in there already if he recalls right... Prussia eyes Germany's back wishing he could ask.../span/p