Ram- Impulsiveness Salt- New Zest and Vigor Sand Castle- Something Won't Last Vitamins- Strengthening Oneself

Austria let out a moan as his nails scraped at the headboard. He heard Prussia chuckle darkly behind him with a roll of his hips. He hit Austria's prostate again, making Austria scream. His breathing was shallow and short, and he couldn't stop thinking about how good this felt.

That thought had always shocked Austria. Even though he realized this a long time ago, when Prussia was still something and the sex was less needy and gentler, it still continued to shock him to this day. He didn't feel guilty at all. Lately Prussia fucking him had become more frequent. It seemed like every time Germany left the house (after a thinly veiled, stuttered excuse about Italy having trouble with his roof leaking or something ridiculous), Austria would feel those white, thin fingers ghost up his stomach. The relationship had always made Austria stress a little less and it made him feel... new.

And even though Austria loved Hungary, she couldn't feed that primal monster deep within him. Prussia could. He definitely could. He haunted his thoughts, and even his dreams at night. In one way or another, he was always THERE, even if he didn't appear. Austria had dreamt one of those dreams the night before.

He had been on the beach with a ram. The ram was strong and beautiful, gracefully darting out into the ocean. The blue waves consumed it and it disappeared into the depths. Austria could taste the salt on his lips from the ocean spray. He continued to walk until he came to a wonderfully sculpted sand castle. It sprawled across the shore, complex as any castle Austria had seen in real life. Half buried in sand by his feet was a medicine bottle with a crimson cap. In black lettering it said Vitamine and he shook it to hear it rattle.

The dream had hazed out. The content has puzzled Austria, but the feeling he had in the dream had been startlingly familiar. Any memories he had about it were blacking out as he let out a loud moan. "Ah… AH!" Austria came, screaming Prussia's name and feeling dirty for it.

The tightening was too much for him and Prussia came shortly after. They were a sticky, hot, tangled mess on the bed and Austria sighed. It was meaningless, wasn't it? It was just for pleasure. He was shaken from his thoughts when he noticed two crimson eyes on him. There was a look in them that was alarming and Austria felt his breath catch as he felt Prussia's hand on his chin, tilting it up.

He kissed him. Austria felt his weak legs grow weaker as Prussia consumed him. Once they broke away there was only silence left in the room. They were both confused and stunned. After all they had done, Prussia had never kissed Austria on the lips. Not once. Austria groaned. Maybe things were a bit more complicated than he had thought…

~~~~ And that's the end of that, my friends! The last chapter wasn't as good as I wanted it to be, but, truth be told, this isn't my favorite pairing. Review, please! Seriously! I'm going to be starting a new story probably really soon. It will have more pairings, characters, chapters... I already have two ideas in mind that maybe I'll combine... So, anyway, hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!