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kiramaru7Title: Sweet Dreams, my Love
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Frying Pangle (Austria/Hungary/Prussia) with a side of GerIta
Prompt: Table 35; Prompt 1: these are the moments
Words: 3780
Rating: M for gratuitous nudity, drinking, adult themes
Warnings: implied yaoi
Summary: Hungary’s and Austria’s romantic evening is interrupted…
Author’s note: Thanks to Kat for helping me with a title.
For Jen…
“These are the moments when I just want to strangle him!” Hungary huffed as she hung up the phone. Austria thought his ex-wife looked beautiful when she was angry and apparently Prussia must think the same way, for he never failed to ignite her ire. Sighing softly, he got up from the piano and walked over to her.
“Now what?” he calmly asked as he wrapped his arms are her, pulling her close.
Hungary melted in his warm embrace. “Nothing…” she said, heaving a long suffering sigh. “It’s just that he’s drunk off his ass and insisted on serenading me over the phone. Seriously, I don’t know how the hell Germany puts up with his shit!”
“Prussia again?”
“Yeah…” She heaved a long suffering sigh.
Austria nuzzled her cheek. “Anyway to answer your question, they’re brothers and he looks up to him.” When Hungary looked up at him like he had three heads he added, “It’s a miracle Germany isn’t a lot more like him, but then again, he always was a serious little thing.”
Hungary snorted. “Yeah… But that still doesn’t give that ass the right to interrupt our evening with his nonsense.”
It was Austria’s turn to sigh. “I know.” He kissed her. “So let’s just forget about him and go back to what we were doing, before we were so rudely interrupted,” he said his voice soft and husky as he leaned in for another kiss. Hungary giggled and wrapping her arms around him, she met him halfway. Things were heating up as their kisses deepened and when they came up for air, Austria was about to suggest they move to the bedroom when the phone rang again. “Verdammt!” he swore softly in German.
Reaching for the phone, Austria answered it. “Hello… What do you want now, Prussia?” Austria let go of his ex to rub tiredly at his forehead. “Yes, I know you’re awesome… and yes, I’m a prissy old fool… What?” Austria frowned. “I know there’s no accounting for tastes, but apparently Hungary prefers my meager talents in bed to your awesomeness…” He was going to say more when Prussia’s laughter subsided, but Hungary grabbed the phone away from him.
“Get it through that thick skull of yours, Prussia, I like him! In fact, I like him much more than I like you despite his shortcomings! Now be a good lil boy and go bother someone else!” She hung up, her exacerbated expression softening into a loving one. “Honey…?’
“What?”
“Where were we?”
“Here…” Austria murmured against her lips.
“Yeah…” Lips parted, she kissed him long and hard, relishing the taste of him. Her hands sliding down the length of his back to cup his butt, Hungary ground her hips against his. Breaking the kiss, she squealed in surprise when he swept her off her feet and carried her over to the sofa. They sat, kissing like a couple of teenagers as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Old feelings had resurfaced as they fumbled with each other’s clothing. Hungary’s deft fingers soon made short work of the buttons on his shirt. She pushed it down off his shoulders, her hands ghosting across the planes of his chest.
Austria tugged at the waistband of her pants, and after a few giggling stops and starts, he managed to get them off. Her panties soon followed as she lay back on the sofa and she spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting him in. Austria took the hint, planting a series of butterfly soft kisses on her inner thigh, making his way closer to the soft tangle of dark auburn curls. He was almost to the prize when he froze. Frowning, his words came out in a harsh whisper, “Did you hear something?” He moved to get up off the sofa.
“No… Wait!” Hungary whispered back as she sat up, trying to cover her nakedness with a tug on her shirt.
They heard it again, a rattling click like the sound of a key in the lock, followed by soft footsteps that grew steadily closer. Hungary got up and reached for her panties, quickly slipping them on. Exchanging glances with her ex, the two of them crept through the living room towards the sound of the footsteps in the hall. Both were on alert, but luckily for their unwanted visitor, they were momentarily surprised to see him.
“Prussia!” they chorused.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Hungary demanded.
“Dressed like that?” Austria added, quirking an eyebrow at Prussia’s alpine get up. “And how did you get in here?”
He peered drunkenly at them. Slurring his words, Prussia said, “If you didn’t keep hanging up on me,” he hiccupped, “I’d have told you I was coming…” Blinking owlishly at them, he said, “The key under the rock, dumbass…”
Austria heaved a long suffering sigh. “Oh…”
“And I’m…” Prussia hiccupped a few times and laughed, snorting at what he considered Austria’s stupidity, he added, “It’s ‘toberfest… need to wear lederhosen, dumbass…”
“That’s nice! But you can’t stay here! Now go!” Hungary pushed past her ex to shove the annoying intrusion towards the front door.
“She’s so cute when she’s pissed.”
Austria nodded as Prussia did have a point. “Anyway, what’s nice Prussian boy like you doing dressed in something that’s…” he paused as if looking for the right word, “more Bavarian? Or dare I say it? Austrian?” He smiled at the dumfounded look on other’s face as he tried to come up with a good retort to Austria’s question.
“Prussia, you can’t stay here,” Hungary repeated a bit more slowly this time, drawing his attention back to her.
Finally coming up with something, his angry retort to Austria died on his lips when Prussia noticed she was only half-dressed. “Where’s your pants?” He flashed his trademark smirk at her.
“What?!”
“Your pants…” Prussia laughed. “Oh, Liebschen, I’d be angry too if someone interrupted me when I was about to ficken, but in this case, I think you should thank me.” He snorted in amusement, although it sounded more like a hiccup than anything else.
Hungary rolled her eyes at him. She was sorely tempted to kick his arse out on the street, and quite literally too, but something about his drunken grin rang false. “You okay?” she asked, her expression softening, as she mentally kicked herself for not following her first instinct.
“Yeah… I’m as awesome as ever!” he declared.
“You don’t sound it.”
“I am.” Prussia looked from one to the other as he fiddled with his lederhosen, while he summoned every ounce of bravado he could muster. He gave them his best grin as he stared drunkenly at them, although he was not half as drunk as he wanted them to believe.
Austria and Hungary exchanged glances. “Why don’t you come in and sit down?” he said, gesturing towards the living room.
“Okay…” Prussia lurched towards it, Austria following close on his heels.
“I’ll make some coffee.” Hungary hurried off towards the kitchen. Once there, she quickly called Germany’s cell phone. “Germany…?” She waited for his reply. “Yeah, he’s here and drunk off his ass too… Yeah, he said something about Oktoberfest… You’ll come get him? Uh-hunh… He’s no more trouble than usual… Yeah, I know… Okay, I’ll see you later… Bye.” She hung up and made a pot of coffee. While it was brewing, she slipped upstairs and put on another pair of pants. By the time she got back to the kitchen the coffee was done. Taking a tray out of the cabinet, Hungary put the glass carafe from the coffee maker on it along with some mugs, a couple of spoons, and the sugar bowl. She walked over to the fridge and took out the milk, which she poured into a cow-shaped pitcher. After putting the milk away and the cow on the tray, she picked it up and brought it into the living room.
“I’m back and I brought coffee,” she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “Would you like some?”
“Sure…” Prussia said. “Milk and two sugars, please.”
Hungary nodded and poured him a cup, making it just the way Prussia wanted. Picking it up, she handed it to him.
“Thanks…” Prussia took the proffered cup and drank. The bitter brew didn’t sit well on top of all the beer he drank, but he drank it more to be polite than to sober up. Feeling lonely, he drank a bit more than he should have in the biergarten not that he felt that drunk, and looking at the happy couple just reminded him how alone he was.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, while she poured a cup for her ex-husband, before pouring one for herself. Everyone drank while the silence stretched between them like a living thing. Hungary was the first to break it. “What happened at the biergarten?”
Prussia drank another bitter mouthful, before answering. “Nothing…”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing. Besides, your brother’s worried sick about you.”
“And how would you know that?”
“I called him, numbnuts, how else do you think I know?” Hungary drank her coffee.
Prussia sighed. “Oh…”
“Yeah…”
“So what happened?” Austria prompted.
“Nothing. I just got tired of my brother making cow-eyes at Itachen.”
“I see…”
“Listen, Specs-” Prussia began, his expression darkening.
Hungary quickly cut him off as she had seen firsthand the damage he could do in a drunken brawl. “How did Italy like Oktoberfest?”
Prussia shrugged. “He liked it a lot. He looked cute in the dirndl; everyone thought he was a girl and they all kept asking West when he was getting married.”
“Wait…” Austria said. “Italy was wearing a dirndl?” He looked at Hungary and back at Prussia.
“Yeah… West thought he looked cute too, cuz he couldn’t keep his hands off him, but I’m sure that was just the beer talking.” He grinned. “I left them dancing and came here…”
“I see…” Austria repeated and Prussia shrugged. The silence grew between them again, but before it became too painful the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Austria said. Getting up, he went to go answer it.
Prussia’s brow knitted together in a pained grimace. “Why’d you tell my brother to come get me?”
“He was worried about you.”
“I’m not two, you know.”
No, but you sure act like it at times… “I know, but he knows how well you and Austria get along.” Interesting… one cup of coffee and you’ve managed to sober up…
Prussia made a little sound of disgust in reply.
Austria returned a few minutes later Italy and Germany in tow.
Hungary looked at them in surprise. Prussia was right; Italy was dressed like a girl, including a wig with long auburn braids, and she had admit he looked just as cute now as he did all those years ago when he was little and she dressed him in some of her old clothes. She could not help smiling at how Germany hovered over him in much the same way Holy Roman Empire used to, although she doubted very much Holy Rome would be caught dead in a pair of lederhosen. When she thought about it, she was surprised Germany was out in public dressed like that. “Come on in and join the party,” she said.
“There’s a party?” Italy asked.
Germany heaved a long suffering sigh. “No, there’s no party.”
“Oh…” Italy pouted.
“Would you like some coffee?” Hungary asked. Reaching for the pot, she refilled Prussia’s cup, adding milk and sugar.
Prussia gave her a funny look, but he picked it up and drank it none-the-less. While he loved it that was she was catering to his needs, he was also suspicious of her motives.
“Grazie!” Italy cried and Germany nodded.
Hungary poured them each a cup. Picking up her own, everyone drank in companionable silence until Italy broke it.
“Prussia?’
“What?”
“Spain said to tell you he’s sorry he had to leave early.”
Prussia nodded.
“Spain?”
“He and Romano came with us to the biergarten,” Germany replied. “Romano didn’t like it, so they left.”
“I see…” Austria replied as things started falling into place. He glanced over at Prussia, who was busy staring at his coffee. He noticed the faint tinge of pink on the other country’s cheeks and let out a soft sigh. You can be “awesomely” transparent at times…
Germany finished his coffee, putting the empty mug on the tray. “Thank you for your hospitality, but it’s late and we really should be going.”
Italy gulped his down as well. “Grazie per aver noi!” he chirped as he set his mug down on the tray next to Germany’s.
“You’re welcome,” Hungary said. She glanced briefly in Austria’s direction and he gave her a faint nod. “Since it is so late, why don’t you all just spend the night?”
“We really shouldn’t impose on you with such short notice,” Germany answered as he stood up to leave.
Austria also stood. “It’s no bother, Germany.”
“You sure?’
“Yes. I have a guestroom you’re welcome to and a sofa.” Austria looked over towards where Prussia was trying to help Hungary clean up. “It’s really no bother. I certainly spent enough time staying over in your house, so please, allow me do you the favor of letting you stay in mine, even if it’s just for the night.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“I do.”
Germany nodded, and calling Italy over, he explained the situation. They slowly headed out of the living room.
“Grazie! It’ll be so much fun sharing a room! I used to do it all the time with Holy Roma! Remember, Austria?”
Austria chuckled. “I do indeed. Come; let me show you where it is.” He led them upstairs just as Prussia and Hungary exited the living room.
“Where they going…?” Prussia said, tiredly suppressing a yawn. He lurched along behind her, while carrying the coffee pot, and trying to maintain the illusion that he was drunker than he was.
“To the guest room,” she said. “Careful you don’t drop that!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
After leaving the coffee pot and mugs in the kitchen, Hungary went upstairs, Prussia following along behind her. “So where’s France?” she asked, trying to fill the void of silence that was only broken by the soft sounds of their footsteps.
“Chasing after England, why?”
“No reason, I mean, it’s just that you two are good friends and all…” she trailed off helplessly.
“Look, Hungary, I don’t want or need your pity. I fine on my own, really I am. Besides, I’m too awesome for just one person.” He gave her his trademark smirk. “Even Russia knows that.”
She nodded. “It wasn’t easy living in his house.”
“Nope, but we made it out alive and that’s all that counts.”
“Exactly,” Hungary said as they reached the top of the stairs. She turned to her left, following the sound of voices in the hallway.
“I’m sorry; I don’t have anything that’ll fit you that you can borrow to sleep in.”
“We’ll be fine, Austria,” Germany assured him.
“Yeah, I don’t need anything to sleep in,” Italy added as a delicate blush spread across Germany’s and Austria’s cheeks.
Prussia snorted as they approached. “You can’t sleep in lederhosen, West.”
“I know that, Brüder.” His blush deepened.
“You gonna sleep like Itachen?”
“Yes!” Germany hissed, much to his brother’s amusement.
“Then don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, West,” Prussia said, leering drunkenly at him. “Or wait, do it! You’ll wake up a lot happier if you do.” He lowered his voice, “Just don’t make a lot of noise, Specs needs his beauty sleep.” He winked.
Germany turned beet red as he sputtered angrily at him.
“Where you sleeping, Prussia?” Italy asked.
Good question… “I guess on the sofa…” He looked over at his host. “You have something I can borrow to sleep in?”
“You can borrow my bloomers!” Italy volunteered as he bent over to gather his dirndl in his hands. Hiking it up, he started to wriggle out of his red panties.
“NEIN!” Germany cried as he spun Italy around and gave him a gentle push towards the guest room. “Mein Brüder doesn’t need them. Gute nacht!” He disappeared into the guest room with Italy, the last thing they heard was him reminding his fellow country about “getting undressed in front of the ladies.”
Prussia chuckled, before turning his attention back to his host. “Anyway… like I said, you have something I can borrow to sleep in?”
Austria nodded. “I might have a pair of boxers that’ll fit.”
“Danke…”
As they walked into his bedroom, Hungary found it was hard to suppress a grin as Prussia looked around the room, nodding approvingly at what he saw. She had to admit he was right; her ex did have a nicely appointed bedroom. A large king-sized bed, the result of an extravagant shopping spree while visiting America for a World 8 meeting, dominated the room. She loved the rich mahogany wood of his bedroom suite, so different from the delicate Italian provincial furniture that seemed lost in the room, as well as more suited to a lady’s boudoir.
Hungary sat on the bed, wishing Prussia would hurry up and leave. While she told herself and anyone else who would listen, that she was here to help her ex-husband prepare for the upcoming World 8 meeting that was being held in his country, she knew deep down inside, she was here simply to be with him. Theirs may have been a political marriage of convenience, but they genuinely loved each other. They still did even though their marriage had ended centuries ago and whenever the opportunity arose, they spent time together like now.
She sighed softly as she fingered the filmy black lace negligee she had tossed on the bed earlier that evening. From the furtive looks her ex and their frenemy kept sending her way along with their hushed conversation, it looked as though she would not need it tonight. She got up, taking it with her, and walked over to a chest of drawers and opened it. Hungary placed the bit of black lace inside, and rummaged through the drawer for a pair of pajamas. If numbnuts is spending the night with us, no need to encourage him… she thought sourly. Hungary snorted at her choice of sleepwear; a pair of well worn black and white polka dotted flannel pajamas. Mentally shaking her head, she headed over to the master bathroom to change.
Prussia had felt himself suddenly sobering up at his rival’s suggestion he spend the night with him and his ex in their bed. While it was something he had always dreamed of, having that dream come true was another matter entirely. Prussia was not so sure he wanted it to happen after all. When Austria went into the master bathroom to talk to his ex-wife and get ready for bed, Prussia took the opportunity to get undressed. Sitting on one of the leather armchairs in the room, he took off his shoes and socks. Standing up, his lederhosen soon followed and he stood there, clad in nothing but his shirt as he picked up the pair of old boxers Austria had given him. He snorted at the red patches on the back, before stepping into them and pulling them up. They were a bit loose on him, Austria being slightly heavier than the wiry Prussian, but they would do in a pinch, since his only other option was to sleep in his skin.
Prussia picked up his lederhosen and folded them neatly, placing them on the chair with his socks. His shirt he draped over the back of it. Despite the low-slung boxers, Prussia felt naked and exposed when the happy couple emerged from the bathroom. He watched them approach the bed and get in. Second thoughts kept him rooted to the spot.
Austria rolled onto his side and turned off the lights. Taking off his glasses he placed them on the bedside table, before snuggling with Hungary.
“Hey, numbnuts! Are you going to stand there all night or what?” she called out.
Prussia did not have to be told twice. Snorting derisively, he sauntered over to the bed and got in next to her. “Gute nacht, Liebschen. You too, Specs.” Prussia rolled over onto his side and scooted as far away from Hungary as he could.
“’night…” Austria murmured.
“This is ridiculous,” Hungary groused.
“I can go downstairs if you want…” Prussia said softly.
Hungary rolled onto her side facing him. “Don’t go, but don’t be… I don’t know… afraid?” she said to his back.
Prussia turned over to face. “I’m not afraid.”
“Sure could have fooled me, numbnuts!” she said irritably when it hit her. “Get out!”
“What?”
“Not you, him!”
“Me?” Austria murmured sleepily.
“Yeah, you,” she said to her ex. “I can’t sleep like this…” Hungary sat up. “Look, I know you’re trying to behave, Prussia, but since you had to intrude on my romantic evening… Hey! Don’t you dare laugh!” Hungary whacked him with her pillow.
“Hey!” Prussia also sat up.
“Anyway… I just thought of something,” Hungary said. She grinned in the darkness.
Austria sat up. “What?” He reached for his glasses and put them on.
“Yeah, what?” Prussia echoed.
“When I wake up tomorrow, I was just thinking how…” Hungary smiled mischievously, “Awesome it’ll be if you two were wrapped in each other’s arms.”
“Oh hell!” Prussia swore, “Just give me a blanket and I’ll go sleep on the sofa.” He got up out of bed.
“Oh good, you can get in on the other side.”
“But…” both men chorused.
“But nothing or you can both go sleep on the sofa.” She smiled sweetly at them.
Prussia snorted. “You know, you may not have a penis, but you sure got one set of balls on you.”
Austria thought it over. “He’s right…” He moved over to make room for his frenemy.
Chuckling softly, Prussia got back into bed. “Gute nacht…”
“Süße Träume, meine Liebe,” Austria said.
“Awe… Same to you, Liebschen,” Prussia teased.
“Just go to sleep already!” Hungary said. After several minutes of fidgeting, they all settled down for the night. One by one they drifted off to sleep. When she woke up the next day, Hungary found it hard not to laugh when she looked over at her bedmates. Prussia was wrapped in Austria’s arms, snoring softly, and she would have given anything for her camera to capture the moment. Still, it was enough as she slipped out of bed and went downstairs to start another pot of coffee and make breakfast for them all.
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Frying Pangle (Austria/Hungary/Prussia) with a side of GerIta
Prompt: Table 35; Prompt 1: these are the moments
Words: 3780
Rating: M for gratuitous nudity, drinking, adult themes
Warnings: implied yaoi
Summary: Hungary’s and Austria’s romantic evening is interrupted…
Author’s note: Thanks to Kat for helping me with a title.
For Jen…
“These are the moments when I just want to strangle him!” Hungary huffed as she hung up the phone. Austria thought his ex-wife looked beautiful when she was angry and apparently Prussia must think the same way, for he never failed to ignite her ire. Sighing softly, he got up from the piano and walked over to her.
“Now what?” he calmly asked as he wrapped his arms are her, pulling her close.
Hungary melted in his warm embrace. “Nothing…” she said, heaving a long suffering sigh. “It’s just that he’s drunk off his ass and insisted on serenading me over the phone. Seriously, I don’t know how the hell Germany puts up with his shit!”
“Prussia again?”
“Yeah…” She heaved a long suffering sigh.
Austria nuzzled her cheek. “Anyway to answer your question, they’re brothers and he looks up to him.” When Hungary looked up at him like he had three heads he added, “It’s a miracle Germany isn’t a lot more like him, but then again, he always was a serious little thing.”
Hungary snorted. “Yeah… But that still doesn’t give that ass the right to interrupt our evening with his nonsense.”
It was Austria’s turn to sigh. “I know.” He kissed her. “So let’s just forget about him and go back to what we were doing, before we were so rudely interrupted,” he said his voice soft and husky as he leaned in for another kiss. Hungary giggled and wrapping her arms around him, she met him halfway. Things were heating up as their kisses deepened and when they came up for air, Austria was about to suggest they move to the bedroom when the phone rang again. “Verdammt!” he swore softly in German.
Reaching for the phone, Austria answered it. “Hello… What do you want now, Prussia?” Austria let go of his ex to rub tiredly at his forehead. “Yes, I know you’re awesome… and yes, I’m a prissy old fool… What?” Austria frowned. “I know there’s no accounting for tastes, but apparently Hungary prefers my meager talents in bed to your awesomeness…” He was going to say more when Prussia’s laughter subsided, but Hungary grabbed the phone away from him.
“Get it through that thick skull of yours, Prussia, I like him! In fact, I like him much more than I like you despite his shortcomings! Now be a good lil boy and go bother someone else!” She hung up, her exacerbated expression softening into a loving one. “Honey…?’
“What?”
“Where were we?”
“Here…” Austria murmured against her lips.
“Yeah…” Lips parted, she kissed him long and hard, relishing the taste of him. Her hands sliding down the length of his back to cup his butt, Hungary ground her hips against his. Breaking the kiss, she squealed in surprise when he swept her off her feet and carried her over to the sofa. They sat, kissing like a couple of teenagers as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Old feelings had resurfaced as they fumbled with each other’s clothing. Hungary’s deft fingers soon made short work of the buttons on his shirt. She pushed it down off his shoulders, her hands ghosting across the planes of his chest.
Austria tugged at the waistband of her pants, and after a few giggling stops and starts, he managed to get them off. Her panties soon followed as she lay back on the sofa and she spread her legs as wide as she could, inviting him in. Austria took the hint, planting a series of butterfly soft kisses on her inner thigh, making his way closer to the soft tangle of dark auburn curls. He was almost to the prize when he froze. Frowning, his words came out in a harsh whisper, “Did you hear something?” He moved to get up off the sofa.
“No… Wait!” Hungary whispered back as she sat up, trying to cover her nakedness with a tug on her shirt.
They heard it again, a rattling click like the sound of a key in the lock, followed by soft footsteps that grew steadily closer. Hungary got up and reached for her panties, quickly slipping them on. Exchanging glances with her ex, the two of them crept through the living room towards the sound of the footsteps in the hall. Both were on alert, but luckily for their unwanted visitor, they were momentarily surprised to see him.
“Prussia!” they chorused.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Hungary demanded.
“Dressed like that?” Austria added, quirking an eyebrow at Prussia’s alpine get up. “And how did you get in here?”
He peered drunkenly at them. Slurring his words, Prussia said, “If you didn’t keep hanging up on me,” he hiccupped, “I’d have told you I was coming…” Blinking owlishly at them, he said, “The key under the rock, dumbass…”
Austria heaved a long suffering sigh. “Oh…”
“And I’m…” Prussia hiccupped a few times and laughed, snorting at what he considered Austria’s stupidity, he added, “It’s ‘toberfest… need to wear lederhosen, dumbass…”
“That’s nice! But you can’t stay here! Now go!” Hungary pushed past her ex to shove the annoying intrusion towards the front door.
“She’s so cute when she’s pissed.”
Austria nodded as Prussia did have a point. “Anyway, what’s nice Prussian boy like you doing dressed in something that’s…” he paused as if looking for the right word, “more Bavarian? Or dare I say it? Austrian?” He smiled at the dumfounded look on other’s face as he tried to come up with a good retort to Austria’s question.
“Prussia, you can’t stay here,” Hungary repeated a bit more slowly this time, drawing his attention back to her.
Finally coming up with something, his angry retort to Austria died on his lips when Prussia noticed she was only half-dressed. “Where’s your pants?” He flashed his trademark smirk at her.
“What?!”
“Your pants…” Prussia laughed. “Oh, Liebschen, I’d be angry too if someone interrupted me when I was about to ficken, but in this case, I think you should thank me.” He snorted in amusement, although it sounded more like a hiccup than anything else.
Hungary rolled her eyes at him. She was sorely tempted to kick his arse out on the street, and quite literally too, but something about his drunken grin rang false. “You okay?” she asked, her expression softening, as she mentally kicked herself for not following her first instinct.
“Yeah… I’m as awesome as ever!” he declared.
“You don’t sound it.”
“I am.” Prussia looked from one to the other as he fiddled with his lederhosen, while he summoned every ounce of bravado he could muster. He gave them his best grin as he stared drunkenly at them, although he was not half as drunk as he wanted them to believe.
Austria and Hungary exchanged glances. “Why don’t you come in and sit down?” he said, gesturing towards the living room.
“Okay…” Prussia lurched towards it, Austria following close on his heels.
“I’ll make some coffee.” Hungary hurried off towards the kitchen. Once there, she quickly called Germany’s cell phone. “Germany…?” She waited for his reply. “Yeah, he’s here and drunk off his ass too… Yeah, he said something about Oktoberfest… You’ll come get him? Uh-hunh… He’s no more trouble than usual… Yeah, I know… Okay, I’ll see you later… Bye.” She hung up and made a pot of coffee. While it was brewing, she slipped upstairs and put on another pair of pants. By the time she got back to the kitchen the coffee was done. Taking a tray out of the cabinet, Hungary put the glass carafe from the coffee maker on it along with some mugs, a couple of spoons, and the sugar bowl. She walked over to the fridge and took out the milk, which she poured into a cow-shaped pitcher. After putting the milk away and the cow on the tray, she picked it up and brought it into the living room.
“I’m back and I brought coffee,” she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table. “Would you like some?”
“Sure…” Prussia said. “Milk and two sugars, please.”
Hungary nodded and poured him a cup, making it just the way Prussia wanted. Picking it up, she handed it to him.
“Thanks…” Prussia took the proffered cup and drank. The bitter brew didn’t sit well on top of all the beer he drank, but he drank it more to be polite than to sober up. Feeling lonely, he drank a bit more than he should have in the biergarten not that he felt that drunk, and looking at the happy couple just reminded him how alone he was.
“You’re welcome,” she replied, while she poured a cup for her ex-husband, before pouring one for herself. Everyone drank while the silence stretched between them like a living thing. Hungary was the first to break it. “What happened at the biergarten?”
Prussia drank another bitter mouthful, before answering. “Nothing…”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing. Besides, your brother’s worried sick about you.”
“And how would you know that?”
“I called him, numbnuts, how else do you think I know?” Hungary drank her coffee.
Prussia sighed. “Oh…”
“Yeah…”
“So what happened?” Austria prompted.
“Nothing. I just got tired of my brother making cow-eyes at Itachen.”
“I see…”
“Listen, Specs-” Prussia began, his expression darkening.
Hungary quickly cut him off as she had seen firsthand the damage he could do in a drunken brawl. “How did Italy like Oktoberfest?”
Prussia shrugged. “He liked it a lot. He looked cute in the dirndl; everyone thought he was a girl and they all kept asking West when he was getting married.”
“Wait…” Austria said. “Italy was wearing a dirndl?” He looked at Hungary and back at Prussia.
“Yeah… West thought he looked cute too, cuz he couldn’t keep his hands off him, but I’m sure that was just the beer talking.” He grinned. “I left them dancing and came here…”
“I see…” Austria repeated and Prussia shrugged. The silence grew between them again, but before it became too painful the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Austria said. Getting up, he went to go answer it.
Prussia’s brow knitted together in a pained grimace. “Why’d you tell my brother to come get me?”
“He was worried about you.”
“I’m not two, you know.”
No, but you sure act like it at times… “I know, but he knows how well you and Austria get along.” Interesting… one cup of coffee and you’ve managed to sober up…
Prussia made a little sound of disgust in reply.
Austria returned a few minutes later Italy and Germany in tow.
Hungary looked at them in surprise. Prussia was right; Italy was dressed like a girl, including a wig with long auburn braids, and she had admit he looked just as cute now as he did all those years ago when he was little and she dressed him in some of her old clothes. She could not help smiling at how Germany hovered over him in much the same way Holy Roman Empire used to, although she doubted very much Holy Rome would be caught dead in a pair of lederhosen. When she thought about it, she was surprised Germany was out in public dressed like that. “Come on in and join the party,” she said.
“There’s a party?” Italy asked.
Germany heaved a long suffering sigh. “No, there’s no party.”
“Oh…” Italy pouted.
“Would you like some coffee?” Hungary asked. Reaching for the pot, she refilled Prussia’s cup, adding milk and sugar.
Prussia gave her a funny look, but he picked it up and drank it none-the-less. While he loved it that was she was catering to his needs, he was also suspicious of her motives.
“Grazie!” Italy cried and Germany nodded.
Hungary poured them each a cup. Picking up her own, everyone drank in companionable silence until Italy broke it.
“Prussia?’
“What?”
“Spain said to tell you he’s sorry he had to leave early.”
Prussia nodded.
“Spain?”
“He and Romano came with us to the biergarten,” Germany replied. “Romano didn’t like it, so they left.”
“I see…” Austria replied as things started falling into place. He glanced over at Prussia, who was busy staring at his coffee. He noticed the faint tinge of pink on the other country’s cheeks and let out a soft sigh. You can be “awesomely” transparent at times…
Germany finished his coffee, putting the empty mug on the tray. “Thank you for your hospitality, but it’s late and we really should be going.”
Italy gulped his down as well. “Grazie per aver noi!” he chirped as he set his mug down on the tray next to Germany’s.
“You’re welcome,” Hungary said. She glanced briefly in Austria’s direction and he gave her a faint nod. “Since it is so late, why don’t you all just spend the night?”
“We really shouldn’t impose on you with such short notice,” Germany answered as he stood up to leave.
Austria also stood. “It’s no bother, Germany.”
“You sure?’
“Yes. I have a guestroom you’re welcome to and a sofa.” Austria looked over towards where Prussia was trying to help Hungary clean up. “It’s really no bother. I certainly spent enough time staying over in your house, so please, allow me do you the favor of letting you stay in mine, even if it’s just for the night.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“I do.”
Germany nodded, and calling Italy over, he explained the situation. They slowly headed out of the living room.
“Grazie! It’ll be so much fun sharing a room! I used to do it all the time with Holy Roma! Remember, Austria?”
Austria chuckled. “I do indeed. Come; let me show you where it is.” He led them upstairs just as Prussia and Hungary exited the living room.
“Where they going…?” Prussia said, tiredly suppressing a yawn. He lurched along behind her, while carrying the coffee pot, and trying to maintain the illusion that he was drunker than he was.
“To the guest room,” she said. “Careful you don’t drop that!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
After leaving the coffee pot and mugs in the kitchen, Hungary went upstairs, Prussia following along behind her. “So where’s France?” she asked, trying to fill the void of silence that was only broken by the soft sounds of their footsteps.
“Chasing after England, why?”
“No reason, I mean, it’s just that you two are good friends and all…” she trailed off helplessly.
“Look, Hungary, I don’t want or need your pity. I fine on my own, really I am. Besides, I’m too awesome for just one person.” He gave her his trademark smirk. “Even Russia knows that.”
She nodded. “It wasn’t easy living in his house.”
“Nope, but we made it out alive and that’s all that counts.”
“Exactly,” Hungary said as they reached the top of the stairs. She turned to her left, following the sound of voices in the hallway.
“I’m sorry; I don’t have anything that’ll fit you that you can borrow to sleep in.”
“We’ll be fine, Austria,” Germany assured him.
“Yeah, I don’t need anything to sleep in,” Italy added as a delicate blush spread across Germany’s and Austria’s cheeks.
Prussia snorted as they approached. “You can’t sleep in lederhosen, West.”
“I know that, Brüder.” His blush deepened.
“You gonna sleep like Itachen?”
“Yes!” Germany hissed, much to his brother’s amusement.
“Then don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, West,” Prussia said, leering drunkenly at him. “Or wait, do it! You’ll wake up a lot happier if you do.” He lowered his voice, “Just don’t make a lot of noise, Specs needs his beauty sleep.” He winked.
Germany turned beet red as he sputtered angrily at him.
“Where you sleeping, Prussia?” Italy asked.
Good question… “I guess on the sofa…” He looked over at his host. “You have something I can borrow to sleep in?”
“You can borrow my bloomers!” Italy volunteered as he bent over to gather his dirndl in his hands. Hiking it up, he started to wriggle out of his red panties.
“NEIN!” Germany cried as he spun Italy around and gave him a gentle push towards the guest room. “Mein Brüder doesn’t need them. Gute nacht!” He disappeared into the guest room with Italy, the last thing they heard was him reminding his fellow country about “getting undressed in front of the ladies.”
Prussia chuckled, before turning his attention back to his host. “Anyway… like I said, you have something I can borrow to sleep in?”
Austria nodded. “I might have a pair of boxers that’ll fit.”
“Danke…”
As they walked into his bedroom, Hungary found it was hard to suppress a grin as Prussia looked around the room, nodding approvingly at what he saw. She had to admit he was right; her ex did have a nicely appointed bedroom. A large king-sized bed, the result of an extravagant shopping spree while visiting America for a World 8 meeting, dominated the room. She loved the rich mahogany wood of his bedroom suite, so different from the delicate Italian provincial furniture that seemed lost in the room, as well as more suited to a lady’s boudoir.
Hungary sat on the bed, wishing Prussia would hurry up and leave. While she told herself and anyone else who would listen, that she was here to help her ex-husband prepare for the upcoming World 8 meeting that was being held in his country, she knew deep down inside, she was here simply to be with him. Theirs may have been a political marriage of convenience, but they genuinely loved each other. They still did even though their marriage had ended centuries ago and whenever the opportunity arose, they spent time together like now.
She sighed softly as she fingered the filmy black lace negligee she had tossed on the bed earlier that evening. From the furtive looks her ex and their frenemy kept sending her way along with their hushed conversation, it looked as though she would not need it tonight. She got up, taking it with her, and walked over to a chest of drawers and opened it. Hungary placed the bit of black lace inside, and rummaged through the drawer for a pair of pajamas. If numbnuts is spending the night with us, no need to encourage him… she thought sourly. Hungary snorted at her choice of sleepwear; a pair of well worn black and white polka dotted flannel pajamas. Mentally shaking her head, she headed over to the master bathroom to change.
Prussia had felt himself suddenly sobering up at his rival’s suggestion he spend the night with him and his ex in their bed. While it was something he had always dreamed of, having that dream come true was another matter entirely. Prussia was not so sure he wanted it to happen after all. When Austria went into the master bathroom to talk to his ex-wife and get ready for bed, Prussia took the opportunity to get undressed. Sitting on one of the leather armchairs in the room, he took off his shoes and socks. Standing up, his lederhosen soon followed and he stood there, clad in nothing but his shirt as he picked up the pair of old boxers Austria had given him. He snorted at the red patches on the back, before stepping into them and pulling them up. They were a bit loose on him, Austria being slightly heavier than the wiry Prussian, but they would do in a pinch, since his only other option was to sleep in his skin.
Prussia picked up his lederhosen and folded them neatly, placing them on the chair with his socks. His shirt he draped over the back of it. Despite the low-slung boxers, Prussia felt naked and exposed when the happy couple emerged from the bathroom. He watched them approach the bed and get in. Second thoughts kept him rooted to the spot.
Austria rolled onto his side and turned off the lights. Taking off his glasses he placed them on the bedside table, before snuggling with Hungary.
“Hey, numbnuts! Are you going to stand there all night or what?” she called out.
Prussia did not have to be told twice. Snorting derisively, he sauntered over to the bed and got in next to her. “Gute nacht, Liebschen. You too, Specs.” Prussia rolled over onto his side and scooted as far away from Hungary as he could.
“’night…” Austria murmured.
“This is ridiculous,” Hungary groused.
“I can go downstairs if you want…” Prussia said softly.
Hungary rolled onto her side facing him. “Don’t go, but don’t be… I don’t know… afraid?” she said to his back.
Prussia turned over to face. “I’m not afraid.”
“Sure could have fooled me, numbnuts!” she said irritably when it hit her. “Get out!”
“What?”
“Not you, him!”
“Me?” Austria murmured sleepily.
“Yeah, you,” she said to her ex. “I can’t sleep like this…” Hungary sat up. “Look, I know you’re trying to behave, Prussia, but since you had to intrude on my romantic evening… Hey! Don’t you dare laugh!” Hungary whacked him with her pillow.
“Hey!” Prussia also sat up.
“Anyway… I just thought of something,” Hungary said. She grinned in the darkness.
Austria sat up. “What?” He reached for his glasses and put them on.
“Yeah, what?” Prussia echoed.
“When I wake up tomorrow, I was just thinking how…” Hungary smiled mischievously, “Awesome it’ll be if you two were wrapped in each other’s arms.”
“Oh hell!” Prussia swore, “Just give me a blanket and I’ll go sleep on the sofa.” He got up out of bed.
“Oh good, you can get in on the other side.”
“But…” both men chorused.
“But nothing or you can both go sleep on the sofa.” She smiled sweetly at them.
Prussia snorted. “You know, you may not have a penis, but you sure got one set of balls on you.”
Austria thought it over. “He’s right…” He moved over to make room for his frenemy.
Chuckling softly, Prussia got back into bed. “Gute nacht…”
“Süße Träume, meine Liebe,” Austria said.
“Awe… Same to you, Liebschen,” Prussia teased.
“Just go to sleep already!” Hungary said. After several minutes of fidgeting, they all settled down for the night. One by one they drifted off to sleep. When she woke up the next day, Hungary found it hard not to laugh when she looked over at her bedmates. Prussia was wrapped in Austria’s arms, snoring softly, and she would have given anything for her camera to capture the moment. Still, it was enough as she slipped out of bed and went downstairs to start another pot of coffee and make breakfast for them all.
