Chapter 15

Homecoming pt 2

Germany felt uneasy as he shifted in his bed. For some reason he felt like a stranger in his own home. Did he actually feel comfortable at the Russian's home? That couldn't be possible. That house wasn't welcoming at all. Ludwig groaned as he opened his eyes, growing irritated at his restlessness. Maybe some tea would help settle his nerves. He got up from his bed and slowly made his way downstairs to the kitchen. With a slight yawn, he flicked on the light. His eyes widened and he struggled not to shout in surprise when he saw his brother sitting at the counter. "G-Gilbert! What in the world are you doing sitting in the dark?"

Prussia glanced back at Ludwig surprised as well. His hands nervously danced on his glass of beer. "H-Hi brother. Why are you up?"

"I wanted to drink some tea." German frowned, "Now answer my question."

"I just..." The Prussian blinked and glanced away. "I just couldn't sleep."

"You too huh?" Ludwig sighed and sat next to his brother. "Did you have a bad dream or something?"

"I guess you could say that." He shrugged, sipping his drink. It wasn't so much a bad dream. He just wanted to be near Germany, but was too scared to do so. He thought that drinking would help him get the courage to sneak into Ludwig's room. His eyes snapped to his brother when he stood to go make his tea. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"Didn't feel comfortable." The blonde murmured. Prussia raised a brow but remained quiet. He kept drinking while the other waited for the water to heat up. Blue eyes met red ones. Germany couldn't help feel his face burn from the look his brother was giving him. That lustful and curious gaze was sending shivers up and down his spine. "Gil...?" The German managed to speak. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I love you, Ludwig."

"I love you too, Gil... But seriously that look is-"

"I love you." Prussia stood and made his way to the other. Germany was pressed back against the stove. "Why can't you understand my feelings, West?" Gilbert gently stroked his brother's cheek affectionately. "All I ever wanted was to be yours and you and to be mine." Germany's body was tense. What was wrong with his brother? Oh god. The smell of alcohol was strong on Prussia's breath. Ludwig pushed the albino away from him.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"I..." Gilbert had to think for a long moment. "T-That doesn't matter."

"It does. You've had too much. Go to bed." Germany ordered. He didn't want his brother to be hitting on him now. Not when he was confused at his own feelings and with Russia's eyes everywhere.

"But-"

"Go." He snapped.

"I..." Prussia's eyes began to water. "I just wanted to be close to you. You've been gone for a month, West. I was so lonely." He began to cry. Germany felt a wave of guilt hit him as his brother cried even harder.

"Bruder... I... God. I'm sorry." He hesitantly pulled his brother close. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I'm not comfortable with you confessing your love to me." More than that, he was afraid that Ivan would find out and be angry for it.

"I can't help but tell you how I feel, West!" The Prussian sobbed, clinging to his younger brother. "I want you to see me as a lover! Not a damn brother!"

"Gilbert... Please stop..."

"No!" Gilbert pulled away and glared at the other. "I want you. I've wanted you for so long."

"Enough... Please..." Germany felt his heart sink as his brother screamed at him. "You're drunk... Go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning."

"Why can't we talk now?" The albino whimpered pathetically. He moved back to his brother, standing on his toes to reach Ludwig's face. "Or would you rather me show you how I feel?"

"Don't-" It was too late. Prussia's lips were on Germany's in a split second. Damn it. Ludwig groaned into the kiss. Pull away! He had to pull away! Why wasn't he? He felt himself pulling the albino closer as the kiss deepened. This was bad. What was he thinking? This was his brother for god's sake! Ivan would be furious. The punishment for this would be terrible. Yet, Germany could only think of how wonderful Gilbert tasted. The bitter taste of the beer was driving him crazy. He wanted more. He wanted to taste more of his brother. Brother... His brother! Ludwig snapped out of his lustful state and pulled away from the kiss. Prussia stared at him, face flushed.

"West..." Gilbert's eyes slowly closed and he leaned against Germany's strong chest. "Tired..."

"I..." Ludwig felt quite shaken for what he had done, but was so thankful that his brother was too tired to want to continue. "Lets get you to bed." He gently cradled the man in his arms and made his way to his bedroom. It would be best if he kept an eye on the Prussian. Germany placed him down on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Gilbert grunted but was completely out. Ludwig sat down on the bed and ran a hand down his face. Great. What was he going to do when Russia comes for the punishment. It had only been a damn day since he's been in his home. This won't be good.

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"I understand. Yes. Yes. No I won't. I promise, master. Okay. Next week then. Good bye." Germany hung up the phone with a trembling hand. Ivan had found out. How? He didn't really know, but the Russian knew about the kiss. Ivan was severally pissed about it. Ludwig could tell by the calm way that he spoke. It was creepy how his tone was so level. Germany sighed and stared down at his desk. What hell will be brought upon him next week? He didn't want to know, but maybe that will ease him. He shook his head of the thoughts. Restless nights will defiantly be coming.

Prussia groaned as he made his way to his brother's office. His hangover was terrible. "West... West..." He moaned out as he stumbled into the room. "My head is killing me." His eyes landed on Germany who was staring back at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "West?"

Ludwig quickly looked away. Did Gilbert not remember what happened last night? "There's some pain killers in the cabinet in my bathroom."

"Thanks..." Prussia eyes him carefully. "Is there something wrong? You look troubled."

"Uh... Gilbert, do you remember anything about last night?"

"Mmm?" The Prussian cocked his head to the side. "I remember getting up to drink and you came down to make some tea. Then..." Germany's heart stopped for a moment as his brother thought. "I think I passed out and you took me to bed."

"Y-Yes... That's what happened." Thank god. It would be troublesome if the albino remembered.

"Okay?" Prussia was confused but shrugged it off. "Well... I'm going to grab some pills. Want to take a walk once they kicked in?"

"I... Sure." Ludwig smiled slightly. A walk would do him good.

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The day was wonderful, not too hot and not too cold. It was perfect. Germany glanced down at his brother who was rambling off about how Antonio pouted the whole time he was in the hospital. The Prussian thought it was quite hilarious.

"You shouldn't laugh about that, Bruder. He was really worried about you."

"I know but have you ever seen him pout? It's adorable." Prussia chuckled in his amusement.

"I've seen it plenty. Lovino always made that man pout. I wonder when that Italian will accept Antonio's feelings."

Prussia tensed at that. It reminded him of how Spain was actually in love with him. He looked down at the ground. "Yeah... That stupid brat." He shook his head and decided to change the subject. "West, do you like my outfit today?"

"Hmm?" Germany looked at his brother and observed him. The albino was wearing plaid long shorts that had a chain hanging from the belt, black short combat boots, a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, random necklaces, and a white vest that had a black skull sewn into the upper right part of it. Ludwig raised a brow at the style. He never understood his brother's taste in fashion, but it always looked good on him. "It's nice." The German said with a slight smile.

"Nice? Just nice? Do I not look sexy?" Prussia pouted pitifully.

Ludwig groaned, "Must I say such a thing, Gilbert? It's odd to call my brother sexy."

"Well, you're sexy." Gilbert huffed, "It's not odd to say that at all."

"For you..." The blonde grumbled. He rolled his eyes as the other continued to pout at him. "Fine. You... Look sexy..." Prussia beamed happily and skipped slightly as they walked. Germany shook his head, but he was glad that his brother was happy. It was for the best that the forgotten nation was happy. That's what Ludwig wanted. He smiled softly at his brother when the albino latched onto his arm. So cute.

"You used to cling to my hand when you were young, West. It was the cutest thing ever."

Ludwig flushed in embarrassment. "I-I... I was only a child so it's only natural."

"Yes, but I loved it. Even if I did get teased by the other commanding officers. I still enjoyed walking around with your tiny hand in mine." As he said this, his hand carefully took the German's. "I want to hold your hand more."

Germany was completely red and his heart raced in fear. He was already in trouble with the Russian for the previous night. His eyes shifted away as he pulled his hand from his brother. "I'm too old for such things, Gilbert." Ludwig knew that the other was pouting at him, but he couldn't get any deeper. He couldn't risk having his brother believe that it was okay for such romantic acts.

"No one is too old for holding hands."

"Brothers should stop at this age." Germany said sharply. Tough love. He couldn't be too nice even if it broke his heart knowing Gilbert would be hurt. Prussia huffed, confirming Germany's thought. The albino pouted and stuffed his hands into his pockets. West was always like that. Brother this. Brother that. Though, he shouldn't be this pushy. His brother saved him from Ivan. His shoulders slumped and he gently bumped into Ludwig.

"West... I..." He chewed on his lip for a moment. Germany carefully watched his brother. "I wanted to thank you for... Saving me..."

Ludwig's eyes widened slightly then he looked away. "Y-You're welcome... I... I would save you from anything, Bruder." He felt slightly embarrassed and nervous. He was afraid Gilbert would start asking about what happened during the month he was locked away in the Russian's home.

"I know you would, but... Really... Thank you." Prussia glanced up at his brother sheepishly.

Germany smiled softly and ruffled the albino's hair. "Lets go grab a beer and some lunch."

"Yeah." Gilbert smiled.

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Whoooo! I felt on fire when I was writing this! I think I'm getting back into the flow of writing stories! *knocks on wood* Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. After not writing religiously like I used to, I tend to forget how to write at all. Also... I'm missing some buttons on my keyboard (aka I have no use of my enter key so I'm using a different key for it so I'm one key short for grammar purposes) BUT! I hope it doesn't hurt the story too much.