Italy felt something crawling on top of him. The sleepily Italian opened his eyes expiating to see beautiful blue eyes looking back at him. But when he saw deep crimson ones, he froze up.
"P-Prussia, what are you…Why are you?" The little Italian tried hard to form a full sentence but he just couldn't.
"What wrong Italy, you liked what I did last time, didn't you?" Said Prussia as he pinned Italy's hand above him with one of his easily.
"No… no I did not. I don't like you that way!" Italy yelled.
Prussia hand came down hard across Italy's face. Tears began to flow.
"You …you hit me."
"Yah I did…Wait you mean, West never hits you like that?"
"N-no, Germany would never hit me! He- he lo-" Italy was cut off by the white haired man crushing his lips on to Italy's.
He didn't want Feli to think properly. "What, you think West loves you, ha. If he loves you don't you think you two would have been going out by now?"
Prussia knew he was hurting Italy by telling him all these lies but he didn't care, he wanted Italy all to him self.
"You're lying." Squeaked out Italy.
Prussia could hear Germany's foot steps come up the stairs. Shit. He thought to him self.
Germany must have heard Italy yelling.
A grin spread across his face.
"I am not lying and I'll prove it to you." Said the now smirking albino boy. Than kissed the Italian forcing his tongue into Italy's mouth. When the door opened, only then did he break away.
"PRUSSIA!"
"Hello …bruder." Said the white haired boy.
"I told you to stay away from Italy!" yelled the German to his brother.
"And I will when you give me what I want."
Of course he wants something he's Gilbert. Germany thought. If I give him want he wants he'll leave Italy alone.
"Fine, what ever you want." Said Germany as Prussia got off the bed and walked over to Germany. He got vary close to Germany and whispered in his ear. "What I want is a kiss from you in front of Italy. Oh and one more thing, don't break the kiss before I do."
All Germany could do was nod.
"Good boy, West" said the man with the crimson eyes like blood and hate.
Prussia lips moved closer and closer to Germany's, Italy could only watch on in horror as Prussia's lips claimed Germany's. No, don't let him take you, Germany, thought Italy.
Germany's eyes closed and his brother captured his lips. Germany's hands balled into fists, though Italy did not see this.
Germany hated this. He wished he was kissing Italy right now, not Prussia. Not his smart ass sly brother.
Italy began to cry again. Why, Germany, why? Italy thought.
Finally, Italy could not take it anymore. He took off crying. Germany's heart cracked, Prussia finally moved back a bit and Germany pushed him aside and ran after Italy.
Prussia's back had hit the wall rather hard but he didn't care, he had got what he had wanted.
"Have fun, West. Kesesesese."
Prussia laughed to him self. Italy would be his soon.
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