Cross-posted from Hentai Contest

[kiramaru7]

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*banner was made by Jen from the actual artwork

Title: Skin Flute
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia/Austria
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Set in the Gakuen’verse, Prussia gives Austria a “music” lesson…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over and helping me with the title…
Author’s note 2: The following was inspired by this bit of art: http://www.deviantart.com/art/APH-Hey-there-Young-Master-386040273


For xiaoyugaara , whose art I just love…




Prussia was on his way to Music Club, when he spotted Austria standing outside the classroom. Sauntering over to him, he wondered why he was there. Coming to a stop in front of Austria, he put his hand on the wall and leaned towards him. “What’s up, Specs?”

Austria rolled his eyes. If the idiot was not calling him “Specs,” a reference to his glasses, he was calling him “Princess,” and Austria was getting a little tired of it to say the least. “Nothing,” he said.

“Nothing?” Prussia repeated. He frowned, his brows knit tightly together as he gazed into Austria’s eyes through a fringe of white hair. “Then why aren’t you inside?”

“They cancelled our club.”

“What the hell for?!”

“Because apparently you and I aren’t a club.”

“Oh… Did you ask Hungary to join?”

“She’s busy with the Swim Team.”

“Damn!” Prussia looked into the empty classroom. “Is it open?”

“Yes, but what’s the point, Prussia? We’re not allowed in there if we don’t have a club.”

Prussia’s mouth turned upward in a devilish smirk. “The point being, if it’s empty and no one’s expecting us to be here, you and I could have a lot of fun in there.”

“How?”

Prussia chuckled. “Well, I could teach you how to play the skin flute.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“A what?”

“Skin flute. Come on, Specs, don’t be such a little princess. You know you wanna learn.” Prussia leaned closer to him. “You and me alone in there…” he said, his voice taking on a husky lilt. “Think about it, me teaching you something.”

Austria made a little sound of disgust when he caught Prussia’s meaning. Still, he was not sure about the classroom. Anyone could simply walk in and discover them, and Austria did not relish the thought of getting caught. Thinking it over, Austria decided he really wanted Prussia, who was close enough to kiss, down on his knees in front of him, sucking him off; getting caught be damned.

“Let’s go!” Prussia said, brushing his lips against Austria’s. Before the other nation had a chance to reply, he had taken him by the hand, and was dragging him inside the empty classroom. Prussia closed the door behind him, not even bothering to lock it, much to Austria’s dismay.

“Aren’t you going to lock it?”

“Why should I? You said no one knows we’re here,” he shrugged, “besides, leaving it unlocked adds a bit of excitement to it.”

“I supposed so… Hey! What’re you doing?” Austria cried when Prussia moved closer and began opening his pants.

“I told you, I was going to show you how to play the skin flute.” Prussia slipped his hand down Austria’s open pants. “I’d say you wanna learn too, Princess,” he said as he fondled his friend’s growing hardness.

“But…”

“But nothing. Oooh… I know, go drop your drawers and sit on the piano bench.”

Austria sighed and did as he was told. Even though he was getting serviced, he was amazed that Prussia was still calling the shots. Spreading his legs, he looked down to see his friend grinning up at him. Swallowing the last of his reservations, Austria moaned when Prussia slowly engulfed him in his mouth. It felt really good as that hot, wet mouth slid up and down on his cock. He had the feeling if Prussia kept it up; he was going to cum and cum hard. Wanting the pleasure to go on a bit longer, Austria tried holding back, but he could not. Balls tightening, he started cumming.

Prussia could taste it, and grinned inwardly at how fast he could make his princess cum. As he tongued the vein under the head, he heard his friend moan, before he shot his load. Bobbing his head up and down, Prussia sucked him dry. He pulled away with a load slurp and swallowed. Patting Austria’s knee, he got his friend’s attention. “And that, Princess, is how you play the skin flute,” he smirked.