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kiramaru7
My First Love
By kira
Author’s note: The song lyrics quoted in the fic are from the Scorpions’ No One Like You by Rudolf Schenker and Klaus Meine.
For velted
Prussia lifted his stein and drank from it as he leaned against the bar in the local Biergarten. He watched the patrons as they milled about, drinking beer and discussing the events of their day. He idly wondered what the hell was taking his brother so long getting here, but figured it must have something to do with Italy. He snorted in amusement as he thought about their crazy relationship. Good friends, my ass! As he raised his stein again, he spotted his brother coming in alone. Speak of the devil and in he walks…
“Hey! Brüderlein!” he called out, using his most obnoxious pet name for his brother and getting the typical scowl in return as Germany made his way over to him.
“Stop calling me that, Arschloch!”
“I love you too, Westen!” Prussia smirked as he waved a barmaid over to them. “What took so long?”
Germany sighed. “Italy needed help with his shoelaces again.”
“And…?” Prussia prompted.
“Romano saw him giving me a ‘thank you’ hug.” Germany said, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks.
Prussia laughed. “And Romano decided to that a potato-bastard isn’t good enough for his brother, eh?”
“That’s not it at all!”
“Keep telling yourself that, Brüderlein,” he smirked as the barmaid walked over to them. “A beer for my kleinen Brüder and another one for myself.” He set his stein on the bar.
“Okay…” she said, getting two clean steins and pouring them each a beer, before moving on to another customer.
“Danke,” Germany said softly.
“Ihre Begrüßung,” Prussia said. He drank his beer. “Aaah… Young love, there’s nothing like it…” he trailed off at the murderous look in his brother’s eye. “Lighten up, Westen, I know you’re friends.” Friends my ass… He smiled. Would-be lovers if you two were smart enough to figure it out…
“Yeah…”
“Besides, I don’t think the little pasta-bastard is good enough for my kleinen Brüder,” Prussia teased.
Germany glared at him as he drank his beer.
“Oh come on, Westen, that was a joke, a stupid one, and I’m awesome enough to admit that, but still a joke. You do know you’re supposed to laugh at jokes, right?”
Germany rolled his eyes at him. He drank a large mouthful of beer, gulping it down. “Hahaha… very funny, Brüder.”
“That’s better…” Prussia frowned. “Damn, you’re scary when you laugh.”
“And you’re scary when you’re not being a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Prussia waved his hand at him, his attention drawn to the two people who just entered the Biergarten. What the hell are they doing here…?
Germany nodded, and following his brother’s gaze, he frowned. He shifted his own to study his brother’s profile. It was one of the rare times when Prussia dropped his “awesome me” act and let his true feelings and vulnerability show. Germany drank his beer. You know, Brüder, if you let Hungary see this side of you, you might have a chance with her… You’re a better man than that aristocratic fool Austria, any fool with two eyes can see that…
And just like that, Prussia was back to being his usual annoying self. “Drink up, Brüderlein! You’re buying the next round.”
Germany rolled his eyes and drank his beer. He called the barmaid over for what turned out to be the second of sevral rounds of pleasantly quiet drinking with his brother. Even more surpring, his brother never once called him the dreaded nickname, “Bruderlien,” during it. Then again, Germany figured that had more to do with his attention being drawn towards Austria and Hungary where they sat at a table, drinking beer with Belgium, and the way Prussia was mechanically drinking his beer. “Brüder?”
Prussia tore his attention away from Hungary just long enough to order another round of beer. “What?” He turned his head to look at his brother, a cocky smile tugging the corner of his mouth upwards.
Germany snorted and gave his brother a faint smile. “Nothing.”
“You know France is banned from here?”
“Yeah?” Germany frowned at this random bit of information.
“Yeah… Besides having too much to drink and hitting on all the barmaids, he decided he was in a Berlin cabaret like in those crazy days before the War.” He broke off his story to laugh at the memory. “Well, he was buck naked and singing some nonsense in French, when Belgium, Gott love her,” Prussia chuckled, “told him she had bigger balls than he did. So he said, ‘prove it’ and-”
Germany laughed. “She pulled out a pair of tennis balls from her pockets and the look on France’s face was priceless. I was there when it happened, Brüder. Otto got pissed and tossed him out on his ass.”
Prussia laughed. “That’s right!”
Germany nodded and ordered another round and a plate of sausages to soak up the beer in their stomachs as the brothers lapsed into companionable silence. He was pleased that Prussia had forgotten all about Hungary and when their food arrived, he watched his older brother eat his bratwurst with gusto. However, it was not enough to distract him and Germany noticed, that the drunker his brother got the more wistful and sad he became. Just when he about to call it a night and get his brother out of here, Prussia spoke and it was so soft, at first Germany was not sure he had heard him.
“You never forget your first love,” he repeated at the quizzical look on his brother’s face.
This time Germany had heard him. “So they say, but I wouldn’t know Brüder, I barely remember anything about my childhood, except a few vague memories of a cute little girl in Austria’s house.” He winced at the harsh look his brother shot him at the mention of Austria. “But I doubt she was my first love, I think she was more like a playmate.”
Prussia smirked. “If you say so.”
“I do.”
The silence threatened to stretch between them like a living thing, despite the music and the soft rumbling of conversation in the Biergarten. Prussia sighed softly, the pain in his expression terrible to see, until his usual smirk quickly replaced it. He stared at the table where Hungary was laughing and having good time with Belgium and Austria. “Mein Gott, I loved her so much back then,” he paused for a mouthful of beer. Swallowing, he continued softly, “I still do.”
“I know…” Germany said just as softly.
“I don’t know what she sees in that Arschloch, I mean look at him, Westen; he’s a prissy old fool with no sense of fun. He’s into opera and thinks the Scorpions are some critter that scurries around in the dessert and packs quite a sting in its tail!” He laughed. “Damn! That Klaus Meine’s an old man and he can still kick ass on stage! But what do I expect from a man who claims to know music and has no idea who the Sex Pistols are.” Prussia rolled his eyes.
Germany looked at him. “I only know who they are after listening to you, Spain, and France sing ‘Anarchy in the UK’ over and over again one night while I was trying to get some much needed sleep,” he said dryly.
Prussia laughed. “It’s a good song, Brüderlein!”
Germany snorted. “Drink your beer, Brüder.” Even though he was beginning to think his brother had had too much to drink, it was better than listening to him screech that stupid song over and over again like a madman. “And stop staring at them before you piss her off.”
“Piss who off?” Prussia asked; an unholy gleam in his carnelian eyes.
“Belgium and, or Hungary.”
“You forgot Austria, Westen.” Finishing his beer, he ordered another for himself and his brother.
Germany rolled his eyes.
While he waited for the barmaid to bring them the next round, Prussia sang softly to himself in a gravelly tenor. “There’s no one like you… I can’t wait for the nights with you… I imagine the things we’ll do… I just want to be loved by you…” He smirked at his brother, his expression changing to one of surprise when he noticed Austria getting up and leaving the table. “Where the hell’s he going…?” he mused out loud.
“To take a piss?”
“Good! There’s always a line for the ladies’ room.” Prussia stepped away from the bar.
“And where the hell are you going?” Germany reached out to grab him by the arm.
“To serenade a lady.” He smiled.”It never fails whenever Spain does it, so watch and learn, Brüderlein, watch and learn.” He sauntered over to them, his younger brother in tow. “No one like you… I can’t wait for the nights with you… I imagine the things we’ll do… I just want to be loved by you…”
“Come on, Brüder, let’s go home.” Germany heaved a long suffering sigh and tugged on his brother’s arm as they approached the table.
Prussia, shrugging him off, continued singing, “Girl, there are really no words strong enough… To describe all my longing for love… I don’t want my feelings restrained…”
Belgium roared with laughter while Hungary leaned on her on giggled.
Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Prussia continued, “Oh, babe, I just need you like never before… Just imagine you’d come through this door… You’d take all my sorrow away…”
“If you’ll excuse us ladies. Come, Brüder,” Germany took his arm, dragging him away, “time to go home.”
“There’s no one like you… I can’t wait for the nights with you… I imagine the things we do…” Prussia stopped, forcibly making his brother halt in his tracks. He turned, and catching Hungary’s eye, he sang, “I just want to be loved by you…”
She sighed and was about to say something when Austria returned with a couple of beers. Turning her attention to him, Prussia seemingly forgotten, she laughed and began to relate what just happened while he was gone along with Belgium.
Prussia’s expression fell, before he turned and grinned wickedly at his brother as he slung his arm around him. “Come, Westen! Time to go home!”
“Yeah…” Germany said as they waved good-bye to Otto and left the Biergarten.
You’re my first love, Hungary… my only love and I’ll never forget you… Prussia thought as they walked the short distance from the Biergarten to his brother’s house. He briefly wondered if his brother was thinking about his first love, who was probably naked and fast asleep in his bed. I should be so lucky, Westen… Then again, I’m smart enough to act on it… He smiled as they entered Germany’s home. “Gute Nacht, kleine Brüder.”
“Gute Nacht…” Germany said as they headed towards their bedrooms. “It was fun, we should do this again.”
“Yeah…” It really was as I got to see you again, Hungary…
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 08:06 pm (UTC)No? ;p
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:10 pm (UTC)Never!
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:11 pm (UTC)XD
Now to get him & Italy to be all exuberant. XD
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:23 pm (UTC)LOL. Shouldn't be too hard. I need to play with them too. >.>
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Date: 2012-07-25 08:24 pm (UTC)*laughs* That's what Germany's afraid of! ;p
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Date: 2012-07-25 09:25 pm (UTC)*continues to drool over your icon*
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Date: 2012-07-25 10:44 pm (UTC)Would you like to steal for your collection? ;p And would you like me to send you the pic it came from? ;p It's kinda what inspired the part with him singing. XD
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Date: 2012-07-27 12:56 am (UTC)This line killed me: “Good! There’s always a line for the ladies’ room.”
I love Austria to pieces, but seeing Prussia make fun of him never gets old for me :)
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Date: 2012-07-27 01:46 am (UTC)*laughs* But it's true! No matter how many stalls there are, there's still a line. ;p
*nods* yYeah, he's not a bad character. I find him a lil nerdy, but in a cute way & I love how the brothers refer to him as a prissy ol' fool. ;p
*MASSIVE icon LOVE*
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Date: 2012-07-27 01:52 am (UTC)Austria is one of the characters I have loved since day one. Something about him just grabbed hold and refused to let go!
It really is true about the bathrooms. Though how Prussia knows that, maybe it's best not to ask...
Feel free to take the icon! I screencap when I get bored. Lol, that's about the extent of my contribution to the art world here :)
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Date: 2012-07-27 02:24 am (UTC)Awe... I think it's the glasses & the nerdy air about him. :D He's just as full of himself as Prussia, he just doesn't advertize it, which I think is part of Prussia's fascination with him. That and shared a love of Hungary. ;p
Oh yeah! even when they open up a men's room & temporarily make it a ladies' room, there's as till a line! o.0 *laughs* yup! ;p
Thanks! :D *steals it to add to my own collection* When I get more icon space, I'll have to add it in over here. ;p