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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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- Chapter 2 - (Of feelings and war)

Undertone of male voices and distant laughter woke Prussia up somewhere around four o’clock in the morning, merely three hours after both of them fell asleep.

He tried to recognize where the sounds were coming from, assuming that a group of soldiers was moving near the building, heading to their rooms. He cursed inwardly after the din was finally reduced to distant hum. Unlike Ludwig, he was a light sleeper. He could only daydream about falling asleep again now.

“’m officially piss’d…” He murmured to no one, finding that his words were muffled and he leaned into the warmness gratefully − mornings tended to get chilly after all. He leaned further into the pillow.

Only to realize it was not a pillow. It was someone’s heaving chest. Not someone’s, it could be only his brother lying there.

He became aware of his own position, surprised to find out that he was snuggled against Ludwig’s side, head on the strong chest, right hand almost wound around his waist.

It felt good.

In fact, it felt really good.

The position was unusually pleasant, and genuine joy rushed to his chest upon realizing how Ludwig’s arm, tucked under his neck, bent so that it was leaned over his shoulder, as if hugging him. He glanced up to confirm what he suspected was true. His brother was sound asleep. Bothwere until few minutes ago, this position was a coincidence. Or perhaps their bodies acted on their own accord, following their true wishes.

Gilbert watched his sibling, perfectly quiet, admiring unconsciously.

Ludwig was truly handsome, attractive. Scandinavian features, hard cheekbones, wide mouth and cerulean eyes, all of this only strengthened his opinion. He especially loved Ludwig’s long, thin, upturned nose — his own was somewhat smaller but his physique was generally smaller than Ludwig’s.

Gilbert reached up to trace his nose lightly with the tip of his finger, lips widened into a half-smile while he wandered over the ivory skin. Ludwig frowned in sleep before his features relaxed once again. The older nation rested his hand on the heaving chest and leaned his head down anew, deciding not to change the position. He could always pretend he didn’t wake up and blame it on lack of space later.

Gilbert sighed while listening to Ludwig’s heartbeat, his scent fulled his lungs and he closed his eyes, lightheaded, content and warmth lodged inside him at the intimate closeness.

These moments were rare.

It were those when his selfish side was forgotten, when he sincerely wished he could bias his brother’s judgment.

He pressed himself closer, smile persistent on his lips as their bodies fitted together perfectly.

*   *   *

Germany followed his brother’s suit few hours later, stirring in sleep when he found some difficulty to breathe properly. Blue eyes blinked open, trying to gain focus. He felt like shifting his body, but something hindered him from doing so.

Gilbert was nearly sprawled on top of him.

That was how Ludwig saw it at least. The situation was different though, but Ludwig’s opinion was not far from truth. Gilbert’s head was on his shoulder, arm around his chest, and he couldn’t but notice how his leg was striving to close around his own. Their bodies were perhaps too snug for Ludwig’s taste, but the suspicion that his loudmouth brother was into cuddling amused him somehow.

Emotions clashed inside — he was a second away from kicking Gilbert out, not minding the fact that he would collapse onto the floor, but he couldn’t lift a finger at the same time. despite of what the small screaming voice in the back of his mind was telling, the closeness felt good. He had the awesome Prussia in his arms, napping and vulnerable. The whole situation was so intimate it made him think on things he barely bothered to ponder about.

War was raging outside, for crying out loud. Each day could be the last one spent in Gilbert’s company. The mere idea was like a slap in the face. Being this close to Gilbert overwhelmed him with security he craved, filled him with urge to protect what was his.

His?

Despite the apprehension it suggested, he asked himself whether it was true. Was Gilbert really his? They were brothers, he couldn’t deny that, but could he give in to Gilbert’s constant persuasions and tacit proposals? He wasn’t sure if they were meant to be more than brothers. And he was hesitant to surrender to Gilbert. Was showing his true feelings really wise?

What feelings did he have in mind in the first place?

He sighed. These questions always succeeded in giving him terrible headaches. He titled his head down, trying to look at the other nation. He looked serene and peaceful, nothing like his usual self, mouth slightly opened, platinum strands tousled. A smile broke out over his face as he tried to comb his hair, very cautious as he did so, not wanting to wake him up.

Gilbert’s mouth closed and he buried his nose further into his neck, sleeping. This made the younger nation smile wider. Maybe it was him who was too tense nowadays — with all the work he had to finish and the lack of sleep — but Gilbert was going on his nerves too most of the time which wasn’t particularly helpful.

If only there were more moments like these. Why wasn’t Gilbert so peaceful all the time, it would make everything easier.

That probably wouldn’t be his Gilbert anymore. He was used to the awesome Prussia getting on his nerves all the time.

This being the last thought connected to this matter, he separated himself from Gilbert and slipped easily out of the bed, stretching his body to get rid of the morning kinks and cast a glance at the clock. He was up twenty minutes earlier than intended. The guard who wakes him up every morning still wasn’t there which meant he had some more time to go for a quick jog around the casern before continuing with the usual run of things.

He turned to look at Gilbert and made a halt.

He seemed to camouflage in the white sheets with that fair complexion of his. Ludwig found it attractive in a strange way.

The random thought startled him, bringing him out of stupor. He covered his face and inhaled deeply — he had so many obligations, to add another one to this number would be unwise.

*   *   *

Loud knocking brought Gilbert out of slumber and he jolted up in surprise, wide-eyed.

Few things seemed to sink in slowly as he lay in silence again. He swore at the guard who woke him up and noticed he was alone on the bed.

“Scheiße…” He grumbled under his breath and let his head fall onto the pillow. He remained like that for some time, almost falling asleep again, but the sound of water streaming from a tap caught his attention. Scarlet eyes opened to glance at the opened bathroom.

“Weeest?” He called in a half moan as he stretched himself on the bed.

Ludwig peeked out to reveal his presence. His hair was sleeked back as always, strong frame clad in uniform pants and black undershirt that clung to his upper body tight enough to let Gilbert see the contours of defined muscles. There was a single stripe of white lather on his right cheek, and guessing from the razor in his hand, he was almost done shaving.

“You’re awake.” Ludwig simply stated and disappeared from his sight. Gilbert heard the water streaming again and his brother exited only a minute later, straightening his belt and taking the jacket and the peaked cap.

“Where are you going?” Gilbert asked and raised himself, now sitting on the mattress.

“Work.” He offered, “I expect you to arrive at the meeting today, Gilbert.” He added sternly, buttoning his jacket.

Gilbert groaned in response.

“I don’t feel like getting out of bed, West.” He complained childishly.

“Yes, I can see that.” Ludwig put the cap on and came to stand right in front of his brother, “It’s written right here.” He brushed over Gilbert’s forehead almost playfully, tiny smile curving on his lips.

Gilbert’s eyes almost popped out in bewilderment.

“Strictly speaking, I am shocked. I expected you to throw me out.”

“As if I could get rid of you anyway.” Ludwig puffed out, “I’ll let you sleep here until the meeting.”

“That’s the right attitude, West, there you go.” Gilbert praised in a mock voice but Ludwig was already on his way out, ignoring him.

“Hell, if I had known that coming to your bed was everything needed to make you act like this I would have repeated the same seance every night.”

“Right.” Ludwig’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

*   *   *

Gilbert had nothing better to do than observe other occupants of the meeting room.

Honda was sitting across him, busy inspecting strategic maps laid on the table. He appeared to be thinking about something intensively. Ludwig was on his right side, three seats away, occupying the narrow side of the rectangular table, going through a whole assortment of documents, and the interest in which he was doing it made Gilbert cringe inwardly. He was never into the whole administration thing, he loved the action more.

He sighed quietly in boredom, gaze switching to the man who was currently playing the bartender, offering beverage to them. Japan asked for tea, his brother did the same, and despite the need to ask for beer, he mimicked, taking the goddamn tea as well.

He blamed Italy for everything — he was the one missing. An Italian soldier came to inform that his nation was busy and will attend the meeting in twenty minutes, but Gilbert suspected that Feliciano was either loafing or he simply overslept but didn’t want Ludwig to know. He suspected it was the latter.

It made him edgy. If he himself made the effort to leave Ludwig’s warm and comfortable bed only to come here, Italy should drag his ass over here on time too.

As if on cue, the double doors were opened and Feliciano strolled inside with a dazzling smile on his face.

“Oh, thank God, you decided to grace us with your presence at last. I almost started panicking.” Gilbert sat twiddling his pencil, staring out of the window. Ludwig gave him a glare which he innocently ignored.

Italy took a seat across, between Japan and his brother, while he squeezed the last drops out of the teabag and flavored his drink with some honey.

“Good morning, everyone! What a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Feliciano smiled brightly, addressing all present at the table, but his gaze stopped on Ludwig, staying there obnoxiously long. Gilbert wanted to slap himself on the forehead.

“Bloody awful day…” He commented absent-mindedly and licked his index finger where a drop of lemon juice trickled down. He himself wasn’t aware of his action, a mere reflex, but Ludwig’s kept a watchful eye on his gestures.

The server came up to Feliciano who gave a confused look, not sure what to choose. He glanced at the blond next to him.

“I’ll have the same as Germany.” He said with another smile.

Gilbert snorted. Ludwig gave him a look but he only shrugged in response. Japan sensed the tense pause and cleared his throat. “Shall we start?” He offered.

“Yes.” Germany mimicked and cleared his throat as well, gaze settling on the papers in front of him. “I wanted to raise several recent issues today, starting with the deserters.”

“Ah, right.” Prussia cut in as his memory was refreshed. He looked at Italy with malice written all over his features, “Your soldiers, Feliciano. They ran away, fled from the battlefield, I hear…”

Italy straightened in his chair at the shameless taunt.

“That’s not quite true. It was only few of them. England’s troops surprised them with a spate of attacks in the camp.” Feliciano tried to defend his pride.

“Weak cowards. That’s what they are.” Gilbert hid his smirk behind the cup of tea, taking a sip. Proud of his own troops that were loyal to him, he found it entertaining to make fun of Italy’s recent defeat. “But it doesn’t surprise me. You make such a brilliant leader after all.”

Feliciano could only stare at him indignantly. He looked at the other blond, looking for support from Germany.

Ludwig himself was angered with his brother’s childish behavior, staring stonily at him.

“Gilbert. Enough with that.” He hissed.

“But, brother, I’m sure you share my op—“

“Gilbert.” Ludwig interrupted and slammed his palm on the wooden surface with force that made everyone wince.

Prussia frowned at the dead serious voice and decided to listen to him for once. He glanced at Italy with a fake smile.

“I apologize, of course. I meant no offense.” He said, his tone poisonous. He returned to his tea again, his whole attitude veering.

“I suggest we try to find solutions for the men who are still held captive in prisons.” Ludwig spoke, “Trials? If you have any other—”

Gilbert stopped listening there.

Cowards should be punished, deserters flogged to death - if found guilty - to serve as an example to the rest. As simple as that. At least in Gilbert’s opinion.

Whatever they choose to do, his own decision won’t matter. The soldiers were Italians, it was up to Feliciano to make a decision, and he had no interest whatsoever in paying attention to them. And listening to Japan’s ideas about the military trials even less.

So he pretended to be making conscious efforts to hear what was being talked about while he toyed with the tea in front of him, lifting his gaze from time to time to look at the others. With the tip of his finger he traced the brim carelessly, now following Ludwig who was listening to Kiku attentively. Gilbert had nothing against the Asian nation, but his calm monotone voice had soporific effects on him.

His fingers became sticky and he lifted his hand to lick the honey off, flicking his tongue over the tip curiously. The next time he looked up he could practically feel Ludwig’s eyes on him and they locked gazes. If Gilbert wasn’t mistaking it, his brother’s cheeks were very lightly flushed and he didn’t seem so focused anymore.

He blinked in confusion at first. But it soon dawned on him what exactly made Ludwig turn red. A smirk flourished on his lips, ideas popping up in his mind.

He looked at the other two, satisfied to find that Japan wasn’t paying attention to him while the Italian was busy doodling something on his notes.

Gilbert licked his finger again, sticking his tongue out enough for his brother to see.

It was as plain as day that Ludwig stopped following the speech in favor of watching his brother, swallowing thickly. Gilbert held his attention completely when he let two fingers slide inside his mouth deeper, sucking on them with erotic enthusiasm and Germany could only stare, mouth slightly agape, at the tempting display in front of him. The view has smitten him completely — scarlet eyes on half-mast, glazed over with lust without caring about their company, without fearing the consequences. And watching only him, wanting only him. Gilbert’s lips and tongue continued to work on his digits, coating the skin with his saliva, no shame on his features as he mimicked a fellatio.

Ludwig bit inside his cheek, a fruitless attempt to prevent a hard-on, but he couldn’t remove his gaze from that sinful mouth. A fair blush made itself comfortable on his cheeks, just as Gilbert foreboded, he could barely believe that he was being maneuvered by his brother’s lewd behavior.

Yet he couldn’t but wonder how it would feel to have that mouth on something else right now. Something that was steadily growing in his nether regions.

Gilbert chose exactly that moment to remove his fingers from his mouth, lips glistening with saliva. He shrugged the whole matter off nonchalantly, pretended as if nothing has happened, content smirk on his face.

*   *   *

The meeting ended after another hour, much to Gilbert’s relief.

Kiku already on his way out, Ludwig stood but looked very stiff, waiting for the others to leave first. Feliciano must have noticed this since he stopped in his tracks, his intention clear - to remain alone with the blond. It was Gilbert who perceived the same and didn’t follow Kiku, but slowed down to see what Feliciano was up to. He’d rather endure another hour of tedious discussion than leave them alone and let the leech touch his brother. The best he could do is make a little scene and shoo Italy out.

As he passed the brunette he faked a stumble, causing Feliciano to flinch. He laughed under his breath, sneering at the other nation openly. The Italian’s cheeks colored in less than few seconds, blushing heavily because Gilbert made him look bad in front of Germany.

“Why are you always doing this? Making me look like a coward! What did I do to you, Gilbert?!” He cried suddenly, surprising both. Gilbert let the tense wait last for some more before speaking.

“You don’t need me for that. You already look like a fucking coward without me saying a thing.”

Feliciano gave Ludwig a pleading look which only made him furious.

“If protection is what you want you’re in the wrong place. This is a fucking war, not a game. Do me a favor and grow some ba—“

It was Ludwig who didn’t let him finish as he got hold of him, tightly gripping onto his arm, fingers digging into his triceps. He turned to Feliciano.

“Italy.” He dismissed the older nation. The brunette gave a nod in return and offered a smile before locking gazes with the Prussian again.

“Don’t think it’s over. I’ll make you regret your words.” He promised Gilbert firmly and left the room.

Gilbert freed himself from Ludwig’s hold, puffing out proudly. “Thank you for defending me, dearest brother.”

“You were giving him an earful. What did you expect after calling him a coward?” Ludwig moved back to sit onto his armchair again.

“I named him so because he is one.” Gilbert stated but visibly calmer now. He made a low humming noise, forgetting about the Mediterranean nation altogether. Out of sight out of mind, as they say. When he threw a look over his shoulder to check what his brother was doing he found him leaned back, reading something.

A mischievous grin spread across his lips.

“West?”

“Hm?” Ludwig didn’t look up. Gilbert took advantage of it and came to stand in front him, lifted one foot to set it on the occupied armchair promptly, nudging Ludwig’s thigh with his boot. As expected, he gazed up in alert, finding his face in the same level as Gilbert’s lower regions. His heart was in his mouth when the Prussian spoke in a husky voice he never heard before.

“Why so glum, West? Do you need something?”

“Like you would know what I need. “ He answered, Gilbert’s tone seemed to have rubbed off some of that huskiness on his own. The thought that he was in a way flirting with Gilbert sent shivers up his spine, temporarily binding him to the chair like paralysis.

“Oh?” The playful smirk widened, revealing his pearly teeth. He reached to take his brother’s hand slowly, bringing it confidently to his inner thigh. “Maybe I do know what you need after all. I’m your brother, am I not?” He closed his fingers over Ludwig’s palm, leading him further up, nearly brushing his crotch. “No one knows you better than me, Bruder.”

Excitement rushed to Ludwig’s chest, making his mind go blank. He fought not to give in, especially now when someone could walk in on them, but Gilbert’s skin was so warm under those clothes, so inviting. He had the carnal wish to throw his brother who wouldn’t stop teasing him onto that table, rip the uniform off and pull him over his knee to give him the spanking he craved.

“You’re stepping over the line, brother.” Ludwig warned, his voice sounded weak even to his own ears. Fingers closed painfully around Gilbert’s thigh as a compensation for the lost determination in his tone.

The Prussian hissed lowly, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He was in pleasure. Ludwig recognized it almost immediately. He would have never pegged him for a masochist. But it didn’t seem that much of a surprise.

“Don’t be so fucking pious, West… You know you want it too.” Gilbert’s voice was heavy with lust. He jerked forward to rub himself against Ludwig’s hand but the other let go quickly.

“You’re talking nonsense.” Ludwig said curtly, refusing to consider his words, pushing him out of way, leaving the room. Gilbert did expect such a response but it still cut to his heart. He was leftalone, staring at the vacant armchair despondently.

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