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Seducing West	By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, and I do not make any money from these writings.

Chapter List
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- 3
A/N: I apologize if I caused any confusion, guys - this story was written long ago, it’s finished and it has three chapters + a sequel. I only wanted to edit the chapters (without a change in plot). Sorry for making you wait for the edited chapters.

To Cyan: As I already mentioned, I only wanted to change the chapters to improve the story, I had only best intentions in mind while doing it. I did change some of the wording, mainly because I thought it would sound better if written differently. Nothing special, really - I only re-wrote what I though would sound better...

Warnings: rough office sex, violence, Italy bashing, top!Germany, bottom!Prussia

- Chapter 3 - (Harvesting the Fruits of Anger)

Gilbert sat in his office, feeling a wave of nausea washing over him as he cast an eye over his weekly schedule.

This only reminded him on how much he detested this part of his duties, so he threw the documents all over his desk, creating a mess which he pretty much disregarded. The nation leaned his elbows onto the table, rubbing his face in dissatisfaction. He spent the entire morning trying to track his brother down, but he was nowhere to be found. And there he hoped for a little bit of distraction.

To make the tragedy worse, two German soldiers guarding Ludwig's room wouldn't let him inside as he stood in front of the bedroom last night which flattered all his hopes. Yelling in the hall didn't help either; Ludwig seemed to ignore him completely. Not only was it an improper way to treat an older brother, but the whole event left Gilbert beyond pissed too. His rage had no measure.

And Ludwig called him childish.

But he had to take other things into consideration.

He sighed softly, a farrago of mixed emotions tormented him. He felt disappointed, even slightly betrayed. Ludwig was hiding himself so deep in the closet, it seemed almost impossible to get him out of there. Getting his brother to give in was a tough nut to crack, and he seldom had leisure too, he couldn't spend the whole time chasing him around. But he was determined to push him further, bent on trying even harder, until Ludwig finds himself backed into a corner where he couldn't escape. He wished his brother would take his words with more sobriety, not dismiss them as a mere trifle.

A single knock interrupted his pondering.

Upon getting Prussia's approval, the guard opened the door to let an adjutant inside. The man brought a new stack of papers which Gilbert hated with passion. Another sigh escaped him as he looked out of the window and gestured for the young man to put the documents on the desk, absently following a line of soldiers marching outside. Somewhere on the opposite side of the caserne a riot was disturbing the peace, the clamor was steadily increasing.

“Tell those idiots to shut it. My head will explode from all the noise."

The man gave a curt nod before responding with a 'Yes, Sir', disappearing from the room for at least few minutes. When he returned, the noise was as persistent as ever, making it impossible for Gilbert to concentrate.

“You're fucking useless.” He complained in a grumble, “If they’re so eager to kill each other let them do it somewhere else. Or I’m going to intervene and shut them up in the most efficient way possible.”

“Sir. Their leader should be there any minute to give them a speech.” The man answered humbly.

“Oh.” This piqued Gilbert's curiosity, “Are we talking about Italy?” He rose from his arm-chair, heading toward the door.

“Yes, Sir.” The adjutant managed to reply, giving him a puzzled look.

The smirk on Prussia's lips suggested nothing good.

“I shall pay him a visit…”

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Gilbert knew his intentions were wrong. He could clearly imagine the anger and shame Italy would feel, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

“Holding a morning sermon, I see.” Prussia jibed, coming to stand beside the Mediterranean nation.

Feliciano stood like petrified, startled by his presence. He tried to look unmoved – though he was shocked by the rude intrusion – for he was in the middle of delivering a speech. The brunette stayed calm, a sharp contrast to his usual self, and exactly this betrayed him. Gilbert knew his presence was not welcomed. Hazel eyes seemed to plead him to go, but this was a thing which he flatly refused to do.

“Prussia. Buon Giorno." Italy finally acknowledged, "How are you?” He bit out indignantly.

“Can't really call it a good day, but I’m well enough. Thank you for your concern, Italy.” Gilbert drawled sardonically. He had way too much fun doing this. Scarlet eyes scanned the aligned troops, but his gaze returned to the nation quickly. “Addressing those who didn’t run off like scared rabbits?"

“You will excuse me, I hope. You interrupted my speech." Feliciano's tone was low, keeping it between Prussia and him only. He could practically feel the stares on them.

“Oh, you have no talent for giving a proper soldier speech, believe me.” Gilbert breezily remarked, “You lack the traits of one to do so.” Prussia’s amusement and mockery reached their peak now. Seeing Italy confused was fun, indeed. But making him angry was far more entertaining.

Italy was desperately trying to get a grip of himself, visibly tense, desperate. He fixed his glare directly at him, the best one he could muster, choosing to mimic the German and let him have a taste of his own words.

“I’m not in the mood for a fight with you. Be so kind and leave if you're finished with your lecture. Grazie." Italy felt madly anxious to get rid of him. The Prussian eyed him with a broad grin on his face.

“Of course, of course. Anything for you, Italy.”

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“Of course, I don't wish to claim that our own troops were innocent, but now it's easy to sense their restlessness. Not a small number starts making ruckus every now and then.”

“Hm.” Ludwig offered laconically, immersed in his work and thoughts. Multitasking was his specialty, and it was therefore easy for him to follow the report. The scribbling over the paper was the only sound disturbing the silence for a few seconds while Germany was writing. The General carried on with his report after the short pause.

“We are facing soaring crime rates, I'm afraid it will only—“

He was cut off as the door was flung open energetically, another nation revealed his presence. Both, Germany and the General turned to look at the intruder in a startle.

Italy wasted no time and stared at the officer, gaze piercing.



“Out! Everyone out!” Feliciano ordered, tone openly revealing how disgruntled he was at the moment. All officers left quietly, leaving the two nations alone.

“This was the last straw – I won’t be silent anymore, Germany. He humiliated me in front of the troops, he disregards my authority – I want him punished at once!” His last words bordered on shouting.

“Calm down, Italy. One thing after another, please. I cannot follow.” Ludwig composure was unmarred by the exclamation of discontent. Feliciano noticed his mistake then. Veering suddenly, he gave a smile in a silent apology and took a seat in front of Ludwig's desk.

“Now, tell me what happened. And please with less enthusiasm this time.” He put his pen down and stood up, hands folded behind his back. The Italian fought against the blush that threatened to color his cheeks, finally aware of how embarrassing his outburst from earlier must have looked. He smiled, changing his appearance from resentful to charming, his cheerfulness returning gradually. The change only succeeded in puzzling Ludwig further.

“Prussia interrupted my speech and dubbed me as incapable in front of my people.”

Ludwig sighed deeply. His brother had no tact at all. And even less manners.

“I'll see what I can do…”

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Prussia shifted in his seat to change his body position and strain his muscles, the dull atmosphere was drowning him. He was bound to his office, the entire day was pretty uneventful, not a single fight was recorded among the soldiers, nor did he see Ludwig. It was getting dark and he put the light on in order to read through the rest of the papers − fortunately, he had only two more left for today.

Then he could finally proceed to chase after his brother and annoy him.

He chuckled quietly to himself at the mere thought.

As if on cue, the door was opened without a knock and someone joined him. Gilbert looked up, eyes locked in a pensive stare with a pair of familiar blue ones.

"West." He said without thought, corners of his mouth rising in a smile at the sight of his brother standing there in his uniform. Ludwig said nothing at first, only stood there in silence, with a grave expression of his face. Gilbert's smile faltered. The delight upon seeing the younger nation faded to be replaced by confusion. Not only did he look all solemn and serious, but angered as well. Gilbert's gaze fell on something he failed to notice before, something in his brother's gloved hand.

Ludwig stood with a firm grip around the crop of a long black leather whip. As his eyes moved down the length of the rod he found himself affected, fear mixed with excitement flashed through him as he imagined scenarios involving them and that lash, his member twitching lively.

He glanced up with an intent of looking at his face, rising from the armchair.

Ludwig finally moved too. He took few steps towards the desk, striking the flexible rod against the leather of his own boots in a swift lash of the punishment device. The crack resounded through the room with a piercing sound, forcing Gilbert to throw a look at the whip before their eyes met again.

"What do you want with that, West?" Gilbert smirked in mischief, "You know such dangerous things aren't for children." He jested in a husky voice. Ludwig remained unmoved by his tone.

"Gilbert, please scratch my name from the list of people you piss off when bored." He responded with a grim, set expression, his voice somber.

Gilbert gave a soft chuckle. "Why, it's fun this way…"

"I'm serious." Ludwig persisted.

Gilbert knew that. They were certain to engage in a heated squabble as the sun was to rise, it was only a matter of time.

"What do you need it for then?" His gaze fell onto the whip anew for emphasis. Ludwig shortened the distance and took another step forward, but Gilbert was still out of his reach, on the opposite side of the table.

"Don't make it any harder than it already is, brother." Ludwig lifted the thin end of the whip, dragging his gloved fingers across the leather. Gilbert followed his movements, fascinated by the gesture, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You want to punish me? Why?" There was a hint of urgency in his tone, mixed with genuine curiosity, but his tone and body language resembled a person with an unwavering intention to seduce.

"You know very well why."

A lascivious smile adorned Gilbert's features as he spoke again. "Maybe I don't. Tell me, I want to hear…"

Ludwig rounded the table swiftly but Gilbert saw through his plans and slipped away before he could reach him, playfully getting away from the blond. Both standing at the narrower side of the desk now, they stopped moving. Ludwig pressed his lips together in impatience, bent forward to rest his hands on the table, palms flat on the wooden surface with the whip underneath.

"You offended Italy." He simply stated.

Gilbert laughed out.

"Well…sucks to be him." He eventually offered, "What did he tell you? Did he ask you to do something?" The albino cocked his head innocently.

"Not your business." His brother countered and straightened up to advance toward him. Gilbert managed to slip away once again before Ludwig even got to chance to touch him. They found themselves in reversed positions, Ludwig beside the armchair and Gilbert across him.

"Fair enough." Prussia laughed quietly, "Still, what a dimwit. Quite a little mouse, isn't he? He can't keep up with the awesome Prussia." He added in derision.

"You have no damn right to treat your ally like this!" Ludwig snarled suddenly, startling Gilbert but aggravating him at the same time.

"I can threat him however the fuck I want, West."

"He is your comrade!"

"So what? You are backstabbing me, your own brother, because of a mouse like him?" Gilbert sneered, "And what is this anyway — did he ask you to protect him again?"

"You need to be punished, otherwise you'll never learn your lesson. I'm the only one who can knock some sense into you."

"Mhmm, no doubt." Gilbert drawled lowly, giving the whole event a sudden erotic turn. "But I got another kind of rod you can use, Bruder." Braving himself, he circled the table and made a halt in front of Ludwig, taking advantage of his tranquility, and leisurely placing his hands upon his brother's clothed chest. "I'd be more than willing to receive my punishment then." He played with the shiny buttons with an inviting smile, eyes on half-mast.

"Not this again…" Ludwig frowned at the familiar digression. Gilbert burst out laughing but never ceased with his movements, toying with his uniform.

"Do I amuse you?" Ludwig inquired, voice dripping with sarcasm, but he never made an attempt to stop Gilbert.

"Ah, West…" Gilbert scolded playfully, "When will you learn to talk less and enjoy more?" He forgot his etiquette and plunged his hand between Ludwig's legs to cup his shaft in a secure grip without a dram of remorse. Ludwig's breath caught in his throat as Gilbert squeezed. "You look too tense, brother." The Prussian carried on, licking his lips in hunger, Ludwig's cock growing under his attention. "We should do something about it." He palmed the bulge, squeezing harder.

"G… Gilbert." Ludwig didn't want his voice to sound so meek, but Gilbert's firm grip on his hardening length made his mind go blank. There was not a single explanation why he wasn't protesting, at least he couldn't think of any. He stood paralyzed, as if waiting for something to happen. The older nation smirked triumphantly at this.

"What's with the breathy voice, West?"

"Brother… our names will be disgraced forever." Ludwig managed, swallowing thickly when his erection became painfully obvious and he couldn't deny attraction anymore.

"Disgraced, you say? Do I look like I fucking care? I only need your consent, a simple approval that you want it too..."

It sounded so good, so tempting. And Gilbert had such skilled hands too. Ludwig's breathing increased in rate, but he was short of words. Gilbert continued with his persuasive offers, testing his resistance with those little tantalizing words.

"I wish to be the only one to come into your bed at night." Gilbert inched closer, his breath ghosted over his skin, "I want to be the only one to fulfill your desires, dearest brother."

Ludwig knew that he was speaking the truth, and this was exactly what he was afraid of. He was seconds away from complying to his brother's wishes, it was difficult to keep struggling and resisting.

"Enough." He muttered with the last bits of determination he still had left, but the hostile utterance didn't have the desired effect. Gilbert could almost taste success, he wasn't about to back away now. Not now when his brother was seconds away from breaking.

Excitement washed over him, determination coursed through his veins. He would make Ludwig livid, furious. He would push him to the limits and further.

"And that stupid Italian," Gilbert taunted once again, knowing what will anger Ludwig the most, "He wants you so much, the poor creature. Wet as a girl every time he sees you, West." He was past caring about his choice of words — anything to make Ludwig submit. "But unlike me, he doesn't even know what he wants." His lips were almost brushing against Ludwig's skin as he whispered, he fought against the urge to bite into his earlobe. "He wants a macho, yet someone who will be gentle with him. He wishes to be independent, but wants someone to look after him every time he makes something wrong." Gilbert interrupted his ridicule to stroke his brother's clothed member, dotingly and with care, "I want you as you are, and I don't ask for anything in return, Bruder."

The lack of response bothered him slightly and he titled his head to look at Ludwig, but there was a strange gleam in his eyes, giving Gilbert a glimpse of hope. His brother was about to snap and break under his assaults.

"We cannot…" The taller of the two tried to protest a last time, but reason and good sense were deserting quickly, it was absurdly obvious that he was angry and aroused, but he would never admit the latter.

"Forgive me, brother, I fail to see why." Gilbert gave him a desirous look, pale fingers moving over his cock, his gesture audacious yet desperate at the same time. He was sick of waiting. "Mmm, yes… he knows how to have fun." Prussia cooed to the shaft in his hand, gripping possessively. His mouth watered at the feeling, saliva pooling under his tongue as he wished nothing else than to have a taste of Ludwig's hard length.

But his plan failed in execution when Ludwig got a hold of his upper arm, fingers digging into his triceps painfully, not letting him kneel.

"Stop with this at once and take your beating like a man!"

"That's not the point, West. The fucking point is that I didn't deserve it—"

He wasn't allowed to finish as Ludwig flung him towards the table where he collided with the massive furniture, knocking him off balance. Ludwig wanted to follow and trap him against the desk, force him down on the flat surface, but Gilbert recovered quickly, finally aware of how serious his brother was with his intentions. He was not the one to let himself being whipped, so he spun around swiftly and landed a punch straight on Ludwig's jaw.

"Fuck you!" Gilbert growled, taking no notice of the stunned look on Ludwig's face. Moreover, he flung himself at the blond in revenge, bent on delivering another blow, but Ludwig caught him this time, letting the whip fall to the ground as he seized Gilbert's hands in an agonizing clutch, rendering him powerless for a moment. It slipped his mind that the rest of Gilbert's body was still very mobile, and this the Prussian used to his advantage, lifting his leg to strike a solid blow at Ludwig's abdomen which sent him stumbling backwards before he fell to his knees.

Gilbert knew he shouldn't let his guard down – this wasn't the first and probably not the last time they fought and he knew very well how skilled his brother was in combat. His next decision fell quickly, but it wasn't weighed up and he aimed at his brother again, but Ludwig blocked his attack this time, catching him by the calf, and attempted a counterattack, both grappled for dominance but Ludwig gained the upper hand.

With Gilbert facing the table again he rose up to haul him back but the Prussian got his hands on some documents and sent them flying towards the other German.

It hardly deceived him, and he succeeded in his original intention to pull Gilbert back, twisting him as to face him, both arms under his grasp. He forced them behind Gilbert's back, preventing him from using his hands for charge, but this didn't put a stop to his struggling.

The older nation was squirming while they were flushed together, both gasping for air. Ignoring the awkward position, Ludwig found his voice first.

"What will you do now, eh?" He taunted, half-expecting Gilbert to find some strange way to escape from his clutch.

He couldn't even guess how strange it was about to get.

Gilbert didn't say a word, he only leaned forward to capture Ludwig's lips in their first kiss. Ludwig's eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath was heard when Gilbert pressed their lips together while the younger blond still struggled to adopt the idea of them actually kissing. It was a simple lip-lock, but it was still a kiss.

Gilbert pulled back and gazed at him inquisitively, waiting to see his reaction. Adrenaline and excitement were tearing at his insides as he saw Ludwig bursting out into a strange kind of passion. All reason forgotten, he was far gone to stop now and crushed his lips back against Gilbert's in a bruising kiss. He became only few moments to enjoy, for Gilbert decided to revenge himself for the previous treatment, sinking teeth into his lower lip, piercing through the skin.

Ludwig groaned in pain and anger, the older one used the chance to wriggle out of the lax hold and turned around to grab the nearest item which happened to be the phone on his desk, and threw it at the other nation in fury. Ludwig ducked as the device came flying toward him, missing it only thanks to his good reflexes. He closed his arms around Gilbert's middle section, flying off the handle again, and hoisted him up from the ground. Gilbert kept wriggling as he tried to break away from the firm clutch on his waist. He growled out in exasperation, twisting in Ludwig's arms and he lowered him the slightest bit, but this was enough for Gilbert to act and he seized the opportunity, invading his brother's vital regions as he cupped his balls with a different intention now than before, his grip promising pain if Ludwig refused to release him.

Fearing for his manhood to be abused, Ludwig let go of him but wrapped his fingers around Gilbert's neck instead, cutting off his oxygen supply and the Prussian was forced to stop clutching at his lower regions. His grip was cautions – they never meant to seriously injure each other – still, Gilbert hurried to loosen the hold, both hands grasping Ludwig's arm.

Fed up with the whole game, Ludwig guided them toward the table where he intended to immobilize Gilbert for good, and shoved him to lie on the flat surface, pinning him down roughly.

Neither knew how or when it happened, but the position suddenly turned extremely intimate.

Ludwig released his brother's neck and Gilbert breathed harshly, mouth half-opened, arching off the desk with a wanton moan as Ludwig traveled over his chest, unbuttoning his jacket, tearing off his shirt. Gloved hands slid down to his thighs where fair skin was hidden underneath the coarse fabric, waiting to be touched, he undid the pants quickly in heat – it was too good to stop now. Gilbert didn't even think of protesting, only assisted him as he yanked the pants down, wanting the clothes off as well.

Ludwig let a growl slip past his lips, mad at himself and his inefficiency to get the deep blue pants past Gilbert's boots. Not wanting to risk Ludwig losing interest, Gilbert raised himself and pulled his brother down into a fervent kiss, reaching down to finish what Ludwig was unable to do.

The younger nation shrugged the jacket off his shoulders and unbuttoned his own trousers as they kissed, freeing his erect cock. He moaned while Gilbert dominated the kiss, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it playfully, tongue moving smoothly over the spot he had abused earlier.

Once he got rid of the clothing and the pants fell to the floor, he wrapped his legs around Ludwig's waist and pressed his crotch against his brother's pelvis, grinding lasciviously. He wanted to galvanize him further and bit into his lip again, not gently, provoking him. The younger German groaned with a scoff and broke the painful kiss, forcing Gilbert down again, fuming.

He glanced at his cock where drops of pre-come dribbled down his length and he spat into his gloved hand, slickening the shaft with the only lube he had available now, positioning himself to penetrate the nation beneath him. It wasn't going to be pleasant, but it was only Gilbert's fault that the event turned out like this.

Pushing securely against his entrance and watching his length disappear inside, he let out a breath of pleasure once he slid in further and the heat engulfed him, closing his eyes for a short moment as he continued to stretch Gilbert.

He glanced up to see in what condition the Prussian was, locking his gaze with Gilbert's lustful one. His brother was grinning in delight.

Fucking masochist.

Gilbert spread his thighs more in sheer satisfaction, giving him more access. Without further ado, Ludwig set a steady pace and wasted no time, thrusting ruthlessly, Gilbert didn't complain. There was something brutal in the way Ludwig was taking him, his aim appeared to be punishment rather than pleasure, perhaps a mix of both, but it didn't matter to Gilbert, he enjoyed in it earnestly.

It only came home to him after a minute that he has finally succeeded, and the thought struck him like a thunder, causing him to laugh mirthfully as he realized that he has seduced West.

The sudden laughter brought him only another series of powerful thrusts, Ludwig plunged himself inside until he couldn't reach any further, fucking him with so little mercy. Gilbert bit his lip at the deep intrusion and the force, reaching above his head to grip the edge of the rocking table, another laugh tore from his throat.

"I'm fucking awesome!" He exclaimed suddenly, baffling the other for a second, but Ludwig never stopped filling him in violent passion, letting out all of his frustration on him.

"Shut up." He warned and carried on in his ungenerous manner, making his brother smirk in response.

"Make me." Came the crisp reply, scarlet eyes glazed over with lust, waiting to see how Ludwig will respond.

The younger German did respond, quiet unexpectedly, pulling out entirely and forcing Gilbert to roll onto his stomach, piles of documents falling from the table at the impact. He cupped his buttocks in his hands and squeezed the warm globes firmly before spreading him to force his way inside again, though he used everything else but force, for Gilbert was so relaxed that he practically slid inside with a low moan.

The Prussian never expected to see this kind of sexual appetite coming from his stoic brother, it surprised and thrilled him sincerely. Ludwig pressed their bodies together and shoved his fingers inside Gilbert's mouth, preventing him from speaking. He wasn't that much of an idiot to piss him off further and try to bite him, but he chose to spur him on instead by sucking on the long digits, swirling his tongue around the leather in greed, Ludwig rewarded him with deep thrusts.

Both were sweaty by now, bodies working in sync, Ludwig rolling his hips into Gilbert's, and Gilbert grinding back to meet his movements, lewd sounds of bodies connecting and heavy breathing resounded in the otherwise silent office.

Gilbert arched his back at one hard shove, saliva dribbling down the black gloves, but neither of them cared in heat. They complemented each other perfectly. Ludwig had his way with Gilbert and the older one reveled in this whole event as much as his brother did.

Ludwig brushed against something inside when he moved to change his angle of thrusts, taking Gilbert by surprise. White flashed before his eyes and gasped for air when the tingling pleasure attacked his senses relentlessly. He fell flat against the table, forehead leaned onto the wooden surface, eyes clenched shut and features twisted in gratification. He could no longer stifle the noises and moaned out, not caring if someone outside heard it.

Ludwig impaled him onto his hard shaft in a hectic pace, massaging his prostrate, more papers joined the scattered ones on the ground with a thump, both too lost in fervent passion to notice. Using one arm for balance as he shifted his weight onto it, Gilbert slipped the other down to grip his own erection, pumping steadily while he awaited his orgasm. This stimulation was enough to lead him to a climax and he bit his swollen lip when Ludwig finally pulled his fingers out, shuddering in ecstasy. He sent his load on both table and floor, panting in a fruitless attempt to regain normal breathing-rate, but Ludwig was still driving into him.

The younger German followed quickly, flush against his back, riding out his orgasm slowly while he filled Gilbert with cum. Gilbert's heart missed a beat as he heard his brother moan out in bliss, just above his ear, listening to each little change in his tone. He was sure that he never heard anything more beautiful and erotic than that. Eyes closed, he kept listening closely as Ludwig breathed into his ear without any real intention, knowing that the impression of the sound was never to be erased from his memory.

A whole minute passed in silence, Gilbert wiped his mouth, waiting for his brother to say something. He didn't like the silent treatment he was given, but held himself back from speaking, eager to hear Ludwig's thoughts first.

When Ludwig finally spoke though, his words struck him like a lightening.

"We shouldn't have done this."

This infuriated him, he went spare.

"Why the hell not?" He managed through clenched teeth.

"It's wrong—this was a mistake." Ludwig whispered in defeat.

"What's wrong with this, I don't get it."

"Everything is."

Gilbert gave a short laugh devoid of humor, voice slightly raspy from their earlier actions.

"Don't give me that bullshit, West. I didn't hear you complain one minute ago, so don't fucking lie to me, brother. You know it's futile."

Silence fell over them anew. Still breathing faster than it was usual, they filled their lungs with precious oxygen, bodies calming down from the rough sex they have endured. Unable to resist any longer, Ludwig pressed his lips against Gilbert's neck, then below his ear. The Prussian's eyes were closed, he leaned into the touch when Ludwig nuzzled the platinum-blond strands of hair, lovingly, as though in fear that Gilbert might break if he increased the pressure of his touch.

"You're an idiot…" Ludwig whispered into his ear with the tenderest tone that the nation has ever spoken, causing Gilbert to smile in response.

"But you love this idiot, don't you, brother?"

Ludwig didn't answer at first, only planted more kisses on the same places, mulling things over. His grip tightened after some time, trying to convey all the unsaid feelings with the simple touch.

"I can't deny." He spoke at last.

Gilbert smirked momentously.

"Thought so."

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