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Seducing West	By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Seducing West

Pairing: Germany/Prussia

Warnings: Incest, Italy bashing, Human names

Characters: Germany, Prussia, Italy, Japan

A/N: You’ve been warned but I’ll repeat again - Italy bashing. I don’t hate Italy, and please refrain from flaming because it will be ignored. Thank you for your understanding.

- Seducing West -

The first thing Germany noticed upon entering his bedroom was that someone was occupying his bed, hidden under the thin covers.

The thought alone made him twist his features in a frown. Especially after realizing who exactly was lying there, half-naked from what he could tell, bare back turned to him. He resisted the urge to slam the door shut and closed it silently instead, strolling over towards the intruder. The lamps were off, nevertheless he didn’t notice the lack of light as the moonlight was enough to make him see everything.

A step away from the sleeping nation now, he grabbed one end of the quilt that was barely serving its purpose and pulled at it with force.

His brother registered the motion a mere second later, still slightly dizzy while trying to understand what happened. A groan escaped him at the loss as well as interruption. He was napping perfectly satisfied until now, mind you. Ludwig felt his eyelid twitch in irritation, only the fact that it was night saved Gilbert from his shouting. He dropped the cover, finally voicing his thoughts.

“Explain.” He inquired laconically, holding back from growling. Gilbert clearly understood how angered he was by the tone itself. He drew a long breath that Ludwig almost mistook for exhaustion, but the smirk was indicating something else. Besides, he knew Gilbert well. The sole reason of this was to annoy him, and Ludwig had to admit, he was doing it quite successfully.

“Let me sleep.” Gilbert offered simply, causing blood to rush to his cheeks in a surge of anger.

“Explain. Now.”

Gilbert raised himself and snatched the quilt that lay rumpled at his feet, occupying the same place once again, leisurely ignoring the ireful aura surrounding the younger nation.

“You know it’s Friday, West. And you also know how soldiers get on their nights off.” Gilbert began after finding a comfortable place on the pillow, “I have no intention of spending the whole damn night in my room that happened to be where their lovely meeting place is.” He clarified, voice bored, back turned to Ludwig, and the cover secured around his body. There was a strong chance he would try to rip the cover away from him again. Contrary to the popular belief, Germany’s heart was in the right place. He knew what Gilbert was talking about, and enduring soldiers’ gibberish for a whole night wasn’t a pleasant experience. He probably couldn’t close his windows either, and the heat was almost unbearable.

“So you came into my room? Are you out of your bloody mind?” Gilbert was ignoring him and he didn’t like it, nor did he like the fact that he made himself comfortable in the bed again.

“Stop bitching around, West. Just come into the bed.” Gilbert cried with a scowl,” I’m not going to bite you.” He added, chuckling for good measure. He felt daring suddenly. “It’s not like you never shared the bed with another male. That Italian dunce— “

“Enough.” Ludwig cut off, not in the mood to hear the rest.

Prussia did nothing but laugh at that.

Nothing happened for quite some time, not until Gilbert heard the familiar sounds of clothes being removed at least. He rolled onto his back, turning to observe Ludwig taking his uniform off. With a suspicious smirk that was much maligned by Ludwig, he propped himself up and leaned the chin into his palm. His brother removed the peaked cap, a few strands of blond hair fell over his forehead, giving him a tousled yet attractive look.

Unbeknownst to Ludwig he kept admiring quietly, licking his lips when he slipped the military jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoned the shirt underneath, laying the garments down onto a chair neatly. The younger nation caught the stare then and sent Gilbert an inquisitive look, loosening his belt.

“What?” He snapped impatiently.

Gilbert didn’t answer, rather asked something instead.

“How can Italy be your lover? I don’t understand.” He mocked, smirk in place.

“He is not. You’re talking nonsense.” Ludwig seemed surprised. The younger blond was sometimes wearing his heart on his sleeve without noticing it.

“He isn’t?” Gilbert managed in the most innocent voice he could muster, “My bad then. Fuck that, never mind.” He sprawled his body over the mattress with a moan, the cover slid lower, exposing his unclad torso. Ludwig couldn’t but notice the little detail, the bare skin was drawing his gaze and he wondered whether Gilbert was doing it on purpose. He turned away finally, bent on finishing his task, taking his boots off. But something continued nagging him in the back of his mind.

“Why would you be interested in that in the first place? It doesn’t make any sense.” He murmured, Gilbert heard him.

“It does when you ignore the awesome in front of you because of an idiot like Feliciano.” Gilbert sneered. He watched his brother closely, eager to see his response. No sooner did he utter his words the whole secret came out.

“Awesome in front of me?” Ludwig repeated with a frown, “If you’re implying yourself…” He trailed off.

Ludwig didn’t seem to take him seriously.

“What if I am?” Gilbert countered quickly, his tone sounded too serious to be a joke and Ludwig wasn’t ready for this conversation. He didn’t want to squabble with his brother now either. Gilbert sat up with his legs crossed, looking at him gravely, and he couldn’t but be thankful that he at least had the decency to put a pair of pants on before jumping into the bed.

The lack of response started to anger Gilbert.

“Name just one thing in which I’m inferior to him and I’ll change the topic, West.” He challenged.

“I don’t have anything to tell you.” Ludwig averted his gaze and headed toward his bathroom, leaving his brother to fume alone. “You are free to stay for tonight, but don’t let me catch you in this room again.”

He shut the door close and went to take a shower.

“Don’t think I’m satisfied! There’s plenty of time to pester you tomorro—“A knock interrupted his yelling. He closed his mouth for few seconds, expecting to hear it again, but a familiar voice was what he got this time.

“Vee~ Germany, are you there?” Feliciano’s muffled voice sounded confused. Gilbert couldn’t believe his luck — Italy was right there, on the other side of the door, a perfect victim. It was time for letting some steam off.

He jumped to open the door swiftly before Ludwig heard the brunette.

“Why, hello there, Pasta boy.” Gilbert grinned. He slumped back against the closed door and crossed his arms, watching the older nation. The look of surprise on Italy’s face didn’t affect him at all, nor did he mind his own nakedness.

“G-Gil?” Feliciano stuttered.

“Last time I checked it was me, yeah.” Gilbert said with bite, “What can I do for you tonight, Italy?” He inquired innocently, barely holding back from rolling his eyes at the silly gaze Feliciano was still giving him.

“Ve… what are you doing in Germany’s room?”

“Nothing of your concern, I believe.” He snorted. “If that’s everything, I’d like to go inside again. Not everyone has spare time to listen to your bosh whole night.”

Feliciano brushed his rudeness off, though he looked ashamed.

“Is Ludwig there?”

“Ah, I see.” The fool couldn’t see that he wasn’t welcomed in his own territory. “You came to see your lover, didn’t you? How charming.” Gilbert drawled coyly, it was amusing to watch the other squirm in embarrassment.

“No, I don’t— no such thing!” Feliciano exclaimed eloquently, cheeks flushed. Gilbert had to chuckle at that.

“I see. Well, I guess that’s better for me then.”

“What do you mean?” Italy finally managed to utter a coherent sentence. A task worth congratulations, but Gilbert refrained from commenting.

“Now I can have Germany all for myself.” He answered, neither of them noticed another nation coming, watching them in interest now.

“But… ve, that’s—” Feliciano couldn’t bring himself to say incest, but Gilbert knew exactly what he was thinking. “—it’s sick.”

“Oh please, quit with the moral garbage and spread the virtue somewhere else, you hypocrite.” Gilbert did roll his eyes this time, spleen and malevolence dripping from his voice. He couldn’t stand someone insulting Germany, a nation he esteemed sincerely.

Feliciano watched, finding himself at loss of words for some time.

“You are evil, Prussia.” He uttered eventually.

Gilbert laughter echoed in the hall at first, but he lowered his voice quickly. He’d rather avoid questions from Ludwig. His brother didn’t need to know about this conversation.

“You are a member of the Axis. If you believe you’re on the good side, as you imply, you’re living a lie.” He straightened himself, ready to return inside again. Feliciano seemed to understand only now that he was being trampled on by Gilbert.

“Wait, why you—“

“Italy.”

Both turned to the source of the voice, spotting Japan who stood in the hall with a pile of documents in his hands, serious.

“That’s enough. It’s late, we don’t want to create any follies.” Even though Kiku was talking to Feliciano it was obvious that he referred to both of them. “Let us go to our respective bedrooms.” He finished, tacitly calling Italy to join him on his way to the rooms.

“Well then,“ Gilbert said to wind up the whole affair, “Good night, Honda.” He offered politely, completely ignoring the brunette.

“Good night, Gilbert.” He replied equally polite and gave a nod before the German disappeared from their view.

“Italy?” Japan urged again.

Feliciano decided to listen this time and followed, oddly silent as he did so.

* * *

Gilbert stayed in the vicinity of the door for what felt few minutes to him, thinking. Only after noticing that the water has been turned off in the bathroom did he move to reach the bed in haste, not wanting Ludwig to catch him there.

Once outside, Ludwig threw a look at him, still awake on his bed when he should have been sound asleep.

“Why aren’t you sleeping? Now that you came here for that purpose…” He sat onto the mattress, on the side that was free. He considered telling Gilbert to sleep on the sofa instead, but that would be uncomfortable − and he wouldn’t volunteer to sleep there either − it appeared best to share the bed. Beside this, he would have to find another pillow and blanket, and he didn’t have patience for it now.

The bed will have to suffice for tonight. It did involve some fighting for space, but they would survive. Unless Gilbert tries to do something stupid, then he would throw him out of the bed and let him kiss the floor. A tiny smile adored his features for a brief second, the thought amused him.

Gilbert watched him climb into the bed in slight disappointment, not happy with the fact that Ludwig was fully clothed. The plain white shirt and pants left nothing exposed.

“You’re such a tease, West.” Prussia said, adding an exaggerated sigh to it. Scarlet eyes closed, but Ludwig’s scent danced pleasantly in his nostrils and he sniffed more. Without asking, he shifted closer, flush against his brother, pressing his nose against Ludwig’s neck, one arm tight around his broad torso. Only few seconds he had to enjoy, breathing the scent in, mixed with a hint of soap, before the younger nation snapped and elbowed him roughly.

Gilbert rolled over with a groan, cursing under his breath.

“Idiot.” Ludwig murmured in return, changing his position, lying on his side now. But Gilbert wouldn’t give up this quickly. He tackled Ludwig who ended up on his abdomen, lying flat against him now, bare chest pressed against the clothed back, the rest of their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and blanket.

“What the—“ The rest was effectively muffled by the pillow when Gilbert practically glued himself to the muscular back, crushing his entire weight against his brother with a breathy chuckle. How he loved to piss Ludwig off.

Ludwig raised his upper body with some effort, elbows pushing him off the mattress, and flung Gilbert off of him. The platinum-blond found himself pinned by Ludwig in not time. Although Gilbert’s muscles weren’t as defined as his brother’s, he was strong. Ludwig used his chance to immobilize him now, otherwise they would proceed with a fight and the result would be exhaustion, and this he couldn’t afford. It was late and work was waiting for him tomorrow.

With Gilbert underneath him, he held his wrists in a steal-grip, almost cutting off the blood circulation. His teeth bared in annoyance as Gilbert kept struggling to free himself, trying not to show discomfort when he realized how their groins were pressed together, rubbing after every attempt of Gilbert’s liberation.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Calm yourself or I’ll kick you out of the fucking room!” He spat, angered beyond words.

“Someone’s in a pissy mood today.” Gilbert laughed, “That’s not a way to talk to your older brother, West.” He mocked, the writhing never ceased. Making Ludwig curse was quite a success. It excited him to know that he could control his tantrum like this.

“Don’t test my patience now, it’s not the right time, Gilbert.” Ludwig hissed, though somewhat calmer now.

Said nation stopped and let his body relax, chest heaving. He didn’t feel his fingers anymore, Ludwig still kept him in place. Their breaths mingled as they panted, alone on the bed. Gilbert’s primary goal was to irritate Ludwig, indeed.

His other goal, however, was to sexually arouse him.

After another minute of silence, he bestirred himself to try exactly that. He bucked his hips, rubbing his crotch against his brother’s, licking his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh at the delicious friction. Ludwig’s member was already half-hard — no wonder, it was the mighty Prussia lying under him, anyone would get hard at that.

Ludwig stiffened visibly at this movement, Gilbert only grinned more. A typical reaction. Not that Gilbert could blame him — incest wasn’t accepted among humans after all. Though the older nation was too selfish and blunt to care, Germany was obsessed with his reputation. And this was exactly why he wanted to crush Ludwig’s self-discipline, force him to give in, cut the leash his brother allowed to be put on him. But more than anything else, he wanted to relieve the tension lasting for so long between them, but Ludwig had sufficiently fenced himself by prudence until now.

“What’s wrong, West? Has the cat got your tongue? Or are you merely impressed by the five meters?” The grin didn’t falter for a second.

“Five meters my ass…” Germany muttered, completely motionless, and still on top.

“Five meters in your ass, you wanted to say?” Gilbert thrust up again, his erection obvious. The joke fell flat.

Ludwig released him and rolled over to his side, straightening the crumpled sheets in process.

“Neat freak…” Gilbert grumbled lowly, massaging his bruised wrists while he observed his brother.

Ludwig sighed deeply in response and turned his back to Gilbert once again.

“Let me sleep now. I don’t want to hear you again.” Blue eyes closed, desperately wanting sleep. The Axis had a meeting tomorrow, and his work and duties will suffer unless he gets some rest.

But Gilbert had to choose to jerk off behind his back, of course.

He clenched his fists upon hearing Gilbert’s breath-rate increase, the moan didn’t help either − indeed, Gilbert was getting off in his bed. He gave a groan and closed his eyes anew, but the noises were annoying and arousing too. Everything he could do now is wait for his brother to finish so he could go to sleep finally.

It took him several minutes, a whole series of jerky breaths with a moan here and there to reach his peak finally, groaning as he came.

“And make sure to clean that.” Ludwig remarked annoyed, listening to Gilbert leave the bed with a curse. He returned shortly afterwards and climbed into the bed with a content sigh, and Ludwig could finally drift off to sleep, ignoring his own erection.

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