kiramaru7 | Cross-posted from hetachallenge & hentai contest

Title: Prussian Holiday
Characters: Germany, Prussia
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Holiday)
Rating: M
Summary: Prussia is bored and lonely…
Author’s note: Also written for Hentai Contest’s Hentai Holidays. Please note that Prussia si listening to “Holiday” by The Scorpions, which was written by Klaus Meine and Rudolf Schenker ans was originally found on their 1979 “Love drive” album.
Word Count: 666

One the eleventh day of Hentai Holidays, my true love gave to me, a nice holiday…

Prussia slumped on the sofa, feeling bored and lonely while he drank his beer. His brother had gone to Italy’s for the weekend, his blog had been updated and several emails answered, the dogs were asleep, and Gilbird was outside with his bird friends. Normally he would invite his friends over to party, but at two o’clock in the afternoon, it was too early to party. Prussia sighed as the next song on his iPod came up.

“Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday… Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday…” Klaus Meine sang.

The faintest hint of a smile tugged the corners of his mouth upwards. Klaus Meine’s nasal tenor and Michael Schenker’s awesome riffs always sent his pulse racing, but this simple ballad had him growing hard. It felt like Klaus was singing to him.

“Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday… Exchange your troubles for some love… Wherever you are… Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday…”

I sure would, Klaus… Prussia thought. Setting his beer down, he moved his hand to adjust himself. Touching there felt good as an idea slowly took root in his head. Why not? West’s not here and the dogs’ll never tell… He got up off the sofa and headed towards the stereo where his iPod was docked. He started “Holiday” again, fiddling with things until he was able to set the song on an endless loop. Prussia hurried back to the sofa, where he opened his jeans and let them puddle around his ankles. His boxers and t-shirt soon followed. He sat back on the sofa, chuckling softly, if his brother knew what he was doing, he would kill him for desecrating the sofa.

“Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday… Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday…”

Prussia stroked himself, his cock quickly hardening under his deft touch. A low moan escaped his lips when they reached the bridge in the song.

“Longing for the sun you will come…to the island without name… Longing for the sun be welcome… On the island many miles away from home…”

Prussia sped up his movements, moving his hand in time with the somewhat faster beat. When the song began again, he slowed down, matching the tempo. It felt oh so good, and closing his eyes, he moaned softly as he imagined Klaus jerking him off.

“Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday… Exchange your troubles for some love… Wherever you are… Let me take you far away… You’d like a holiday…”

Prussia could feel himself tensing as he inched closer to his release. His breathing quickening, he started to cum.

“Longing for the sun you will come… To the island many miles away from home…”

Prussia closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as he came, spewing his hot essence all over his hand and the flat planes of his stomach. He was basking in his sexual high when the music abruptly stopped and his balled up t-shirt hit him in the head. Prussia cracked open an eye and groaned.

“What the hell are you doing?” Germany demanded.

“Pretending I got laid by Klaus and basking in the afterglow.” Apparently that was not what his brother wanted to hear as he sputtered wordlessly. “What’re you doing back so early? Have a fight with Itachen?” Prussia cleaned himself off and stood up. He pulled on his boxers and jeans.

“That’s next week, dummkopf!”

“Oh…”

“Yeah! Is this what you do when I’m not home? Violate the furniture?”

Prussia chuckled. “No, but if you want me to..?” he said flippantly.

Germany was not amused.

“I’m sorry, West.”

Germany’s expression softened. “Clean up your mess.”

“Will do. Let me take you far away…” he sang softly as he complied, “You’d like a holiday…”