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kiramaru7Title: Christmas Loving
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia/Hungary, mention of Germany, Italy, Austria & Russia
Genres: smutty romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2158
Summary: Prussia and Hungary sneak off to have a bit of fun at Germany’s Christmas party…
Author’s notes: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
For 33starrynight33…
Prussia stood outside in the falling snow, smoking a cigarette, while his brother played host at their Christmas party. It was his first Christmas with his brother at his house since the fall of the Berlin Wall and it left him with mixed feelings. While he was glad to be home again with Germany, he really wanted to selfishly spend the holidays alone with him, which led to thoughts about the Christmases he had spent with Hungary behind the Iron Curtain. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and feeling sorry for himself, he blew smoke rings at the snowflakes, the cold making his smoke rings look like they came out of the fog of his breath. He was on his second cigarette when the backdoor opened, drawing his attention to it.
“There you are,” Hungary said. She shivered as she held the door open for him. “Everybody was worried about you.”
He looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah, right,” Prussia said, once again gazing out at the backyard. He continued to smoke, despite freezing his arse off, knowing his brother would have a fit if he smoked inside, and childishly not wanting to put the cigarette out. He stepped to the side when she came outside to stand with him.
“No, really…” she said. “Damn, it’s cold.” She blew on her hands, rubbing them together, before rubbing them up her arms.
Prussia snorted in amusement. “Yeah, it kinda reminds me of my apartment in East Berlin. Shit, that place was cold!”
“I remember that place,” Hungary said softly.
He nodded. “That was one of the best Christmases ever,” he said, recalling the first time she spent the holidays with him.
“Yeah…”
Prussia took another long drag on his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, blowing smoking rings, before putting the cigarette out. He flicked the butt into bushes flanking the backdoor. “Let’s go back inside, before you freeze to death.”
“I’m not that delicate,” Hungary said as she playfully punched his arm.
“Hey!” Prussia smirked. His expression softened. “I was kinda hoping you were so I could warm you up.” He pulled on the back door, holding it open for her.
Hungary stepped back inside, grateful for the warmth that met her. She moved out of the way to let him in and Prussia closed the door behind him, locking it.
“I guess we’d better join the party, hunh?” he said as he stepped towards the kitchen.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling when she noticed he had paused in the doorway leading from the mudroom to the kitchen.
“What?”
“Look up.” Hungary pointed upwards, Prussia following her gaze.
He laughed. “You know what this means.”
“What?”
“Well, since I’m under the mistletoe you have to kiss me and since you need to pass under it to rejoin the party, I have to kiss you.”
Hungary laughed at his logic. “Fine,” she said as she stepped closer to him. Wrapping her arms around him, Hungary pulled Prussia close and kissed him long and hard. When they came up for air, he leaned in and kissed her back, deepening it. She pressed herself against him when he embraced her. It was like all those years ago, when they had spent the first of many Christmases together in Russia’s house and just like that first time; she let him lead her to his bedroom.
“Hey, Prussia?” she said as they made their way downstairs to his room in the basement.
“Yeah…?”
“Did you hang the mistletoe up there, knowing I’d come looking for you?”
Prussia paused on the stairs and looked back at her. “As much as I’d love to take credit for such an awesome idea, it was Itachen who hung it up there. According to him, he caught my brother under it several times.” Prussia chuckled. “Every time West went to let the dogs in or out, Itachen was right there behind him, waiting to pounce. Now either my brother’s a bigger idiot than anyone thought, or he let himself get caught under it…”
Hungary laughed. “I see…”
They continued their way downstairs and when they reached the bottom, Prussia turned to her and said, “What about Specs? Isn’t he going to be pissed at you?”
“We’re not married anymore, Prussia. Haven’t been for centuries last time I looked,” she said. “Yes, I still care about him and always will, but I like you too, you big doofus.” She playfully punched him again. “And we did have a bit of thing going there in Russia’s house.”
“I knew it!” he smirked. “I knew you liked me.” Prussia wagged his finger at her.
She laughed. “Yup, every since I first kicked your ass!”
“You wish you kicked my ass!”
She moved closer to him. “Keep telling yourself that, Dumbass,” she said as she playfully got in his face.
Grinning, Prussia held his chin in a thoughtful manner as he took a step back. “You know, I had a feeling there was reason you let me feel you up when you started growing your boobs and that was it. You liked me.”
Hungary nodded in agreement. “You know, I had forgotten about that… but now that I think about it, they did feel a bit better afterwards. So thanks.”
“Any time.”
Continuing their reminiscing, they laughed as they made their way to his bedroom. “And then there was time you were going to let me bind your wounds with my crotch cloth,” he smirked. “You had quite a rack there, still do.” His smirk softened into a smile.
“And you… You were such a wuss! All it took was a little cleavage and you ran with your tail between your legs!” Hungary’s expression also softened. “But I did appreciate you being a gentleman even if it did surprise me at the time until I realized that was probably the first time you’d ever seen boobs.” He sputtered wordlessly until she kissed him. “But then, there was Berlin in the twenties…”
“Yeah, you me, Specs…” He sighed at the memories. “Who’d have thought he’d be so much fun in the sack?” They walked into his bedroom, Prussia shutting the door behind him.
“If you liked it so much, he’s upstairs,” she teased. “I’m sure he won’t mind joining us.”
“Nah… I want to relive East Berlin in the seventies. You, me, and a bottle of black-market vodka.”
“Don’t forget your lumpy mattress…”
“Yeah, and best of all, you all naked and flushed from the most awesome sex, ever.”
Hungary laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Yeah, well, if it sucked as much as you’re implying it did, what are you doing down here with me?” he said, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her close.
“I’m here…” Hungary began as she thought it over. “I’m here because I want to be with you, Prussia.” She kissed him. “You and me sharing the hardships and becoming all the stronger for them. Just like Austria and I have history that you weren’t apart of, well you were actually, but not that way…” they laughed. “You and I have our own history together too.” She sighed. “And while it’s nice that we all have happy fun sexy times together, and yes, sex with you is awesome,” she added when he smirked at her. “Sometimes, I want to relive that moment with you. I’ve known you far longer than I’ve known him. Hell, we practically grew up together.”
“Yeah… so you wanna?” Prussia nuzzled her cheek.
“What do you think, Dumbass?” She smirked at him.
“I think you’re in for the most awesome sex of your life.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s-” she started to say when he kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily and their kisses soon became heated as they gave in to their desires. Breaking the kiss, she stepped back from him.
“You still sure you wanna?” he asked.
“Very sure.” Hungary tugged on his black sweater.
Prussia reached up and pulled the silk poinsettia from her hair. Amused, she watched him set it on the bedside table. Turning back to her, he helped her out of the cream colored sweater she wore, carefully folding it so as not to snag it or wrinkle it. While he was busy with her sweater, she took off her bra, playfully tossing at him.
“Hey!” he said, turning his head to the side to look at her and getting an eyeful as she removed her dress slacks. Swallowing thickly, he said, “Red?”
“Christmas present from Italy.” Hungary’s voice took on a husky edge, “I only wear them when I’m feeling lucky…”
“I-I see…” He stepped closer to her. Prussia wrapped his arms around Hungary, pulling her close. He leaned in to kiss her, Hungary meeting him half way. Deepening it, she ground her hips against his. Prussia moaned softly into the kiss. He was starting to get hard and he wanted to take his jeans off, before they became too uncomfortable. Breaking the kiss, he said thickly, “I wanna get naked too.”
“’bout time you did,” Hungary unbuttoned his jeans. “And don’t waste time folding them,” She stepped back to give him room to pull his sweater up and over his head. Grabbing the hem of his black sweater, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing is aside.
“Happy now?”
“Yeah.” Hungary smiled.
“Get on the bed and leave these on.” Prussia hooked his finger in her panties, pulling the waistband away from her body. He looked down at her soft tangle of curls and waggled his eyebrows at her when he looked up and smirked.
Hungary laughed. She pushed him away and sat on the bed. Taking off her trouser socks, she balled them up and threw them at him. “Hurry up.”
Prussia rolled his eyes at her. The rest of his clothes quickly followed, the two of them laughing at the red boxers her wore, another gift from Italy. Dancing from foot to foot, he pulled his socks off. As he regained his balance, Hungary admired the view. She stood up and shimmied out of her panties, while he took off his boxers.
“Come’re, you big doofus,” she said and Prussia happily obliged her. The skin to skin contact felt good as they held each other close and they kissed. Breaking the kiss, Hungary breathlessly said, “Bed…?”
“Yeah…” Prussia said, muzzling her cheek. Picking her up, he dumped her unceremoniously onto it. He chuckled at her squeal, before playfully pouncing onto the bed next to her, the corner of his mouth pulled upwards in his trademark smirk. He rolled onto his side.
Hungary shook her head at him. She should have known he would do something stupid like that. Cupping his cheek, she kissed the smirk off his face. When he moved to blanket her, she spread her legs and he nestled his lower half between them. Old friends and lovers, they kept the foreplay short and sweet, with only a few heated touches needed to get them both in the mood.
Prussia moaned softly when he thrust inside her. He folds slick with desire, he found it easy to get his rhythm going with her. Keeping things slow, he lazily made love to her, not that Hungary minded. His gentle pace had a way of building things up inside her and she found she was able to cum more often. The look of intense concentration he wore as he gave her more than he took was very endearing as were the soft grunting noises he made as he pushed her over the edge again and again.
In and out, and in and out, Prussia leisurely inched his way towards completion. He loved the way she would grip him with her insides whenever a wave of pleasure washed over her and she climaxed. Try as he might, Prussia was finding it more and more difficult to hold back. His balls tightening, he quickened his pace. He gave her a few fast and hard thrusts, and all too soon he was falling headlong into his release. Prussia came hard, a low moan escaping his lips, as he climaxed. Still hard, he continued pleasuring Hungary until he grew flaccid and fell out. Kissing her, he rolled off her to lie at her side.
Hungary snuggled up next to him, and together they basked in the aftermath of their sexual high. Head pillowed on his shoulder, she looked up at him. “Don’t you dare say it.”
“Say what?” he said, a faint puzzled frown creasing his brow.
“Awesomeness.”
“Yeah, it was pretty awesome wasn’t it?” Prussia smirked.
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Hungary smiled as she laced her fingers with his.
Chuckling softly, he said, “I’m awesome too.”
Groaning softly, Hungary said, “You’re also a dumbass.”
“Yeah…” He smirked. “But that’s why you love me.”
“Yup.” She kissed him long and hard, all thoughts of rejoining the party fleeing both their heads, while they snuggled together.
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia/Hungary, mention of Germany, Italy, Austria & Russia
Genres: smutty romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2158
Summary: Prussia and Hungary sneak off to have a bit of fun at Germany’s Christmas party…
Author’s notes: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
For 33starrynight33…
Prussia stood outside in the falling snow, smoking a cigarette, while his brother played host at their Christmas party. It was his first Christmas with his brother at his house since the fall of the Berlin Wall and it left him with mixed feelings. While he was glad to be home again with Germany, he really wanted to selfishly spend the holidays alone with him, which led to thoughts about the Christmases he had spent with Hungary behind the Iron Curtain. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and feeling sorry for himself, he blew smoke rings at the snowflakes, the cold making his smoke rings look like they came out of the fog of his breath. He was on his second cigarette when the backdoor opened, drawing his attention to it.
“There you are,” Hungary said. She shivered as she held the door open for him. “Everybody was worried about you.”
He looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah, right,” Prussia said, once again gazing out at the backyard. He continued to smoke, despite freezing his arse off, knowing his brother would have a fit if he smoked inside, and childishly not wanting to put the cigarette out. He stepped to the side when she came outside to stand with him.
“No, really…” she said. “Damn, it’s cold.” She blew on her hands, rubbing them together, before rubbing them up her arms.
Prussia snorted in amusement. “Yeah, it kinda reminds me of my apartment in East Berlin. Shit, that place was cold!”
“I remember that place,” Hungary said softly.
He nodded. “That was one of the best Christmases ever,” he said, recalling the first time she spent the holidays with him.
“Yeah…”
Prussia took another long drag on his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, blowing smoking rings, before putting the cigarette out. He flicked the butt into bushes flanking the backdoor. “Let’s go back inside, before you freeze to death.”
“I’m not that delicate,” Hungary said as she playfully punched his arm.
“Hey!” Prussia smirked. His expression softened. “I was kinda hoping you were so I could warm you up.” He pulled on the back door, holding it open for her.
Hungary stepped back inside, grateful for the warmth that met her. She moved out of the way to let him in and Prussia closed the door behind him, locking it.
“I guess we’d better join the party, hunh?” he said as he stepped towards the kitchen.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling when she noticed he had paused in the doorway leading from the mudroom to the kitchen.
“What?”
“Look up.” Hungary pointed upwards, Prussia following her gaze.
He laughed. “You know what this means.”
“What?”
“Well, since I’m under the mistletoe you have to kiss me and since you need to pass under it to rejoin the party, I have to kiss you.”
Hungary laughed at his logic. “Fine,” she said as she stepped closer to him. Wrapping her arms around him, Hungary pulled Prussia close and kissed him long and hard. When they came up for air, he leaned in and kissed her back, deepening it. She pressed herself against him when he embraced her. It was like all those years ago, when they had spent the first of many Christmases together in Russia’s house and just like that first time; she let him lead her to his bedroom.
“Hey, Prussia?” she said as they made their way downstairs to his room in the basement.
“Yeah…?”
“Did you hang the mistletoe up there, knowing I’d come looking for you?”
Prussia paused on the stairs and looked back at her. “As much as I’d love to take credit for such an awesome idea, it was Itachen who hung it up there. According to him, he caught my brother under it several times.” Prussia chuckled. “Every time West went to let the dogs in or out, Itachen was right there behind him, waiting to pounce. Now either my brother’s a bigger idiot than anyone thought, or he let himself get caught under it…”
Hungary laughed. “I see…”
They continued their way downstairs and when they reached the bottom, Prussia turned to her and said, “What about Specs? Isn’t he going to be pissed at you?”
“We’re not married anymore, Prussia. Haven’t been for centuries last time I looked,” she said. “Yes, I still care about him and always will, but I like you too, you big doofus.” She playfully punched him again. “And we did have a bit of thing going there in Russia’s house.”
“I knew it!” he smirked. “I knew you liked me.” Prussia wagged his finger at her.
She laughed. “Yup, every since I first kicked your ass!”
“You wish you kicked my ass!”
She moved closer to him. “Keep telling yourself that, Dumbass,” she said as she playfully got in his face.
Grinning, Prussia held his chin in a thoughtful manner as he took a step back. “You know, I had a feeling there was reason you let me feel you up when you started growing your boobs and that was it. You liked me.”
Hungary nodded in agreement. “You know, I had forgotten about that… but now that I think about it, they did feel a bit better afterwards. So thanks.”
“Any time.”
Continuing their reminiscing, they laughed as they made their way to his bedroom. “And then there was time you were going to let me bind your wounds with my crotch cloth,” he smirked. “You had quite a rack there, still do.” His smirk softened into a smile.
“And you… You were such a wuss! All it took was a little cleavage and you ran with your tail between your legs!” Hungary’s expression also softened. “But I did appreciate you being a gentleman even if it did surprise me at the time until I realized that was probably the first time you’d ever seen boobs.” He sputtered wordlessly until she kissed him. “But then, there was Berlin in the twenties…”
“Yeah, you me, Specs…” He sighed at the memories. “Who’d have thought he’d be so much fun in the sack?” They walked into his bedroom, Prussia shutting the door behind him.
“If you liked it so much, he’s upstairs,” she teased. “I’m sure he won’t mind joining us.”
“Nah… I want to relive East Berlin in the seventies. You, me, and a bottle of black-market vodka.”
“Don’t forget your lumpy mattress…”
“Yeah, and best of all, you all naked and flushed from the most awesome sex, ever.”
Hungary laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Yeah, well, if it sucked as much as you’re implying it did, what are you doing down here with me?” he said, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her close.
“I’m here…” Hungary began as she thought it over. “I’m here because I want to be with you, Prussia.” She kissed him. “You and me sharing the hardships and becoming all the stronger for them. Just like Austria and I have history that you weren’t apart of, well you were actually, but not that way…” they laughed. “You and I have our own history together too.” She sighed. “And while it’s nice that we all have happy fun sexy times together, and yes, sex with you is awesome,” she added when he smirked at her. “Sometimes, I want to relive that moment with you. I’ve known you far longer than I’ve known him. Hell, we practically grew up together.”
“Yeah… so you wanna?” Prussia nuzzled her cheek.
“What do you think, Dumbass?” She smirked at him.
“I think you’re in for the most awesome sex of your life.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s-” she started to say when he kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily and their kisses soon became heated as they gave in to their desires. Breaking the kiss, she stepped back from him.
“You still sure you wanna?” he asked.
“Very sure.” Hungary tugged on his black sweater.
Prussia reached up and pulled the silk poinsettia from her hair. Amused, she watched him set it on the bedside table. Turning back to her, he helped her out of the cream colored sweater she wore, carefully folding it so as not to snag it or wrinkle it. While he was busy with her sweater, she took off her bra, playfully tossing at him.
“Hey!” he said, turning his head to the side to look at her and getting an eyeful as she removed her dress slacks. Swallowing thickly, he said, “Red?”
“Christmas present from Italy.” Hungary’s voice took on a husky edge, “I only wear them when I’m feeling lucky…”
“I-I see…” He stepped closer to her. Prussia wrapped his arms around Hungary, pulling her close. He leaned in to kiss her, Hungary meeting him half way. Deepening it, she ground her hips against his. Prussia moaned softly into the kiss. He was starting to get hard and he wanted to take his jeans off, before they became too uncomfortable. Breaking the kiss, he said thickly, “I wanna get naked too.”
“’bout time you did,” Hungary unbuttoned his jeans. “And don’t waste time folding them,” She stepped back to give him room to pull his sweater up and over his head. Grabbing the hem of his black sweater, he pulled it up and over his head, tossing is aside.
“Happy now?”
“Yeah.” Hungary smiled.
“Get on the bed and leave these on.” Prussia hooked his finger in her panties, pulling the waistband away from her body. He looked down at her soft tangle of curls and waggled his eyebrows at her when he looked up and smirked.
Hungary laughed. She pushed him away and sat on the bed. Taking off her trouser socks, she balled them up and threw them at him. “Hurry up.”
Prussia rolled his eyes at her. The rest of his clothes quickly followed, the two of them laughing at the red boxers her wore, another gift from Italy. Dancing from foot to foot, he pulled his socks off. As he regained his balance, Hungary admired the view. She stood up and shimmied out of her panties, while he took off his boxers.
“Come’re, you big doofus,” she said and Prussia happily obliged her. The skin to skin contact felt good as they held each other close and they kissed. Breaking the kiss, Hungary breathlessly said, “Bed…?”
“Yeah…” Prussia said, muzzling her cheek. Picking her up, he dumped her unceremoniously onto it. He chuckled at her squeal, before playfully pouncing onto the bed next to her, the corner of his mouth pulled upwards in his trademark smirk. He rolled onto his side.
Hungary shook her head at him. She should have known he would do something stupid like that. Cupping his cheek, she kissed the smirk off his face. When he moved to blanket her, she spread her legs and he nestled his lower half between them. Old friends and lovers, they kept the foreplay short and sweet, with only a few heated touches needed to get them both in the mood.
Prussia moaned softly when he thrust inside her. He folds slick with desire, he found it easy to get his rhythm going with her. Keeping things slow, he lazily made love to her, not that Hungary minded. His gentle pace had a way of building things up inside her and she found she was able to cum more often. The look of intense concentration he wore as he gave her more than he took was very endearing as were the soft grunting noises he made as he pushed her over the edge again and again.
In and out, and in and out, Prussia leisurely inched his way towards completion. He loved the way she would grip him with her insides whenever a wave of pleasure washed over her and she climaxed. Try as he might, Prussia was finding it more and more difficult to hold back. His balls tightening, he quickened his pace. He gave her a few fast and hard thrusts, and all too soon he was falling headlong into his release. Prussia came hard, a low moan escaping his lips, as he climaxed. Still hard, he continued pleasuring Hungary until he grew flaccid and fell out. Kissing her, he rolled off her to lie at her side.
Hungary snuggled up next to him, and together they basked in the aftermath of their sexual high. Head pillowed on his shoulder, she looked up at him. “Don’t you dare say it.”
“Say what?” he said, a faint puzzled frown creasing his brow.
“Awesomeness.”
“Yeah, it was pretty awesome wasn’t it?” Prussia smirked.
“You’re incorrigible, you know that?” Hungary smiled as she laced her fingers with his.
Chuckling softly, he said, “I’m awesome too.”
Groaning softly, Hungary said, “You’re also a dumbass.”
“Yeah…” He smirked. “But that’s why you love me.”
“Yup.” She kissed him long and hard, all thoughts of rejoining the party fleeing both their heads, while they snuggled together.
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Date: 2014-01-02 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-02 02:59 am (UTC)I was tired. It has been hard trying to write such long pieces in the 3 weeks I have to do it. I've got a lil more than a week left to go & 3 1/2 more fics to write. *dies*
Thanks! I'm glad it's IC. :D I also think it was harder cuz it was Het instead of Yaoi. As much as I love the Frypangle & any of its spin-off pairings, I really LOVE Prussia/Fritz the most. *shakes head* I give Prussia a naked & willing Hungary & he drags his feet. *dies* I wanted to smack him upside the head over it too. XD
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Date: 2014-01-02 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-02 05:50 am (UTC)I think it was closer to 10 fics in 3 weeks at Hentai contest. I still have a few left to do.
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Date: 2014-01-02 06:14 am (UTC)Ganbatte! :D
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Date: 2014-01-02 06:15 am (UTC)Arigato! :D
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