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Bruder	By : Veta0412 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Bruder…” That whimper… Red eyes opened, but were blinded momentarily in the darkness until they adjusted to the moonlight. “Bruder… are you avake?” Prussia sighed and rolled onto his back. That brat, what did he want so late?

“Ya, West, what iz it?” His voice was slurred by tiredness, and he groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“I uh…” The boy was quiet, timid. That was unusual. Must have been a nightmare or something. He was still a child after all, even if he was a country. And as a country, he had sure seen a hell of a lot already.

“Spit it out, Lud, I want to go to sleep.” The older one pressured, making the boy at the foot of the bed squirm and fidget nervously.

“I have a… never mind then, I’ll come back in the morning.” The lad turned to dart from the room but stopped at the door way when a stern German voice stopped him.

“West! Stay!” was all the man yelled until the boy turned back to him, blue eyes wide, visible even in the low light. “Come here…” In a few small steps the small blond was standing by the bedside, head hung in embarrassment, pillow clenched in between pale tiny hands in front of him. Dressed in a long white sleeping gown he really did look like a little angel of sorts, quite the opposite of the demonic big brother that was scrutinizing him now. Prussia reached out and brushed the somewhat too long bangs out of the boy’s eyes and the lad tensed in response. “Just tell me what’s wrong, will you? You came all the way to my room at this time of night so it must be important.”

“It hurts…” The words were almost too quiet and the silverette almost missed them.

“What hurts?”

“IT hurts… Something real veird happened and it von’t go avay… and now it hurts…” there did seem to be honest pain in the country’s voice, though Prussia’s tired brain couldn’t really grasp what he was talking about for a few moments as he stared at the tiny nation who got more and more embarrassed under his crimson eyed gaze, getting so red that eventually it even tinted the bit of light skin that peeked out from under the neck of the night gown. It clicked with the older after long minutes.

“OH! Well, you are getting to be that age.” He began to snicker and the little country waved one arm defensively.

“Don’t laugh, Bruder! It’s mean!” The blond was awfully cute when he was freaking out and the silver haired man just watched till he calmed down. The boy just sniffled, not crying, but you could tell he wanted to, be it out of pain or embarrassment. “How do I make it stop? I don’t like it, it hurts!” Prussia thought for a moment before lifting the little one up and setting him on his knees on the bed, the pillow still pressed to his lap.

“Well, there’s lots of things. Cold showers, keeping yourself busy, sheer will power, and other things that are terrible ideas. There’s also masturbating, but that’s a sin…” The boy’s blush darkened at the very mention of touching himself. “Then there’s sex but you’re too young to go out and bang some chick.” Germany really wished his brother could be gentler with his words, but he nodded anyway in understanding.

“So… I have to deal with it?” The sniffling increased, the blond obviously upset. Prussia hated to see his brother like this, even if it was kind of cute.

“Well… I suppose big Bruder could help you.” The blue eyes lit up immediately, his head rising to look at the older country.

“Really? How can you help me?” Thinking about consequences was never the Prussian’s strong point, and he moved Germany to his lap, moving the pillow which the lad reached back for immediately, making adorable quiet flustered noises. Gilbert took that distracted moment to run his hand up along a slender pale leg and teased the skin of his brother’s thigh before his hand grabbed the little one’s erection. All of the blond stiffened at once, but he moaned gently, his head falling forward as he stopped reaching for the pillow. Maybe he HAD been suffering through this for awhile, cuz he was awfully red and sensitive.

This shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was, the silverette noticed as he took in the slight details of the situation before him. His legs were spread, knees brought up at his sides, his chest heaved in difficult gasps for breath. Every patch of soft and fair skin was tinted and flushed to a pretty pink, and blue eyes were scrunched closed, wrinkling up his nose adorably. Then there was that little pink tongue that darted out occasionally to moisten dried lips. The boy’s trust was the absolute sexiest thing though. Gilbert hoped the country couldn’t feel the hard on that was starting to form under him, dampening the man’s boxers and quite possibly the cute little pantaloons the young nation was wearing.

“Luddy… Pull your gown up…” The boy opened his eyes suddenly at the words, knowing his brother only used that name when he really wanted something. He nodded and two small hands pulled the gown up to his chin, one of his older brother’s hands keeping him steady under one knee, leaning him back gently, his other still touching him. Germany knew this was probably wrong, but he had no reason to think the other nation would ever do anything that wasn’t entirely honorable. He was his great amazing older Bruder, wasn’t he?

Prussia felt a groan choke back in his throat at all that appealing skin exposed as his thumb skimmed over the modest head making the boy shake under the ministrations. His penis was so little and cute. He’d get bigger, sure, but right now, he was petite and fragile and oh so delicious looking. While Gilbert was going to hell for more reasons than deflowering the little blond country, this MADE him feel like a sinner. He had never been into young boys, but his baby brother looked every bit like a piece of heavenly innocence that begged for gentle and subtle corruption and dog gone it there was no way Prussia was gonna let someone else have that privilege! If anyone was gonna steal the little angel’s childhood, it was gonna be him, verdamnit! He was HIS brother, after all and who better to lead the country to adulthood than his caretaker and only family?

“Luddy, do you like that? Do you want Bruder to do more?” His heart skipped a beat when the lad nodded tenderly, cheeks permanently stained with red. He wondered if he could tinge more of that flawless complexion with reds? And maybe someday, blues and purples… Man was he a true sadist at heart.

He moved the blond gently to the bed, setting him on his butt so he could spread his legs with both hands at the knees. The boy shied away, one hand going up to hide his face, even if it was too small to do so. Prussia lent down and stuck his tongue out to lap once at the soft underside.

“Nein, Bruder! That’s dirty!” the whine in his voice made the Prussian throb in his now too tight shorts. He sucked a bit too hard and growled around the little member in his mouth when he felt two hands grab fistfuls of his hair. He ripped one out and held it tightly around the wrist.

“West, that hurts! Behave, Bruder knows what he’s doing, alright!?” The boy flinched at the harshness, but nodded once again, both hands moving to cover his face. That was an arousing image he couldn’t get out of his head as he spread the slim legs wide apart to suck along the length, it barely big enough to press just a little into his throat when he took it in all the way. For his age, he was defiantly not a bad size and he wondered just how large the German nation would be as an adult.

The blond shivered and shuddered under his hands, his legs trembling badly. Prussia could tell the little one wanted to cum so badly, but it’s like his body didn’t yet know how. A few more expert tongue strokes and Germany was crying out for him, as well as overall nonsense. The older one pulled back just in time for something clear and sticky to hit his cheek and lips.

Germany had collapsed onto the bed, his whole body shaking and writhing, chest heaving in exhaustion. Prussia ran his fingers through the mess on his face and was surprised at how clear it was. He licked it off his lips and wasn’t surprised to find he rather enjoyed the feeling and taste of it. He always was a pervert and this was a new experience, but now he was in the same boat that the other had been in no more than ten minutes ago. He ran his palm gently up the boy’s stomach, massaging and patting his chest.

“Was that good, West? No more pain?” He waited until baby blues opened to look up at him, the corners of his eyes moist with tears, probably from frustration and over exertion.

“Ya… It’s gone… Bruder, zat was…” Prussia leaned down and kissed him fully on the mouth, silencing the bashful nation. He just sputtered, embarrassed and confused at him when the silverette pulled away.

“I know, I’m awesome.” Germany didn’t know how he felt about the kiss. Not that his brother had never kissed him before, but never on the lips. He didn’t dislike it. In fact, he kind of wanted more, but he wasn’t sure how to ask for it so he simply lay there, pinned under the older German before he noticed something.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Red eyes followed where the boy was pointing to and chuckled.

“No, not really. You get used to it as you get older.” He shook his head at the confused look he was given. How did he expect the little one to understand? He moved back so Ludwig could sit up fully, his legs crossed in front of him. Prussia was going through his mind, wondering if there was anyone he could call after Germany went back to sleep, but he was brought… no… RIPPED from his thoughts by four simple words: “Want me to help?” and they were said so sweet and innocently that it went straight down to the silver haired man’s cock.

“Well, Luddy… I mean… If you want…” He wasn’t gonna say NO if the boy was so willing after all and he settled so cutely between his legs on all fours. Prussia tensed when one hand rested timidly on his leg, the other moving way too slowly to the hole in his boxers, reaching in but stopping when the silverette hissed at the gentle touch. “Don’t stop, Bruder. More, please.” He wasn’t the type to ask or plead, but he knew the youngest German would always jump at the chance to be helpful and pleasing. He was just that type of country.

The little blond stuck his hand in and gripped warm throbbing flesh, stroking it clumsily. The inexperience of the situation was almost endearing, if it wasn’t so incredibly arousing too. The naive virgin act… be it real or fake innocence, really made him hard… rock hard, to be honest. It was a kink and his little ward was currently filling each and every qualification, from the bad handjob to the look of absolute concentration on his face.

“Do you vant me too… you know… vith…” the tiny body practically shook with embarrassment and he subconsciously licked his lips. Oh, so that’s what he was getting at! Maybe naughtiness was a bred in trait and not a learned behavior?

“Only if you want to, West. I’d love to feel your mouth…” Gilbert ran his finger over the boy’s soft pouty bottom lip and shivered at the soft moan that spilled from that undoubtedly warm and moist mouth. Blue eyes seemed hazed over, half lidded, and the man was sure it was probably out of sleepiness. It took both of the German’s hands to get the Prussian out of his shorts and that incredibly cute blush was back. Yeah, Prussia knew how awesome and impressive he was, and it being looked at so shyly made it throb painfully, the blond startling slightly. “Well, go on, Luddy… Just like I did you.”

“Ye… Yeah…” was all the little one said before he lowered his hand, not nearly fast enough for the older one’s tastes, mind you, and stuck the red appendage out to lap at the head, his face scrunching up a little, eyes closed at the foreign taste. His tongue traveled further down, just under the head and his eyes opened, as if he was trying to see what he was doing. Gott, were those orbs a pretty color! Prussia thought in a moment of pure bliss, a small hand still clutching him at the base. There was no way, even though he knew better, that this was the country’s first time doing this! Natural talent obviously.

“Your doing so good, Luddy… take the top in your mouth and suck… not just your tongue…” He led the boy by his chin, pressing the head against his lips. Ludwig opened them and sucked it in slowly and the man’s head fell back. That slow pace was wonderfully agonizing, though he really couldn’t take much more of this. Could he really do what his mind wanted him to do? He discreetly sucked on one of his long fingers for a moment, coating it thoroughly before reaching back and slipping his hand in the boy’s shorts, prodding at his entrance. He felt the tiny nation tense up and he distracted him by thrusting up into his mouth shallowly. With the chance of choking present, the self preservation part of the country kicked in and Germany focused more on the “task at hand” allowing Prussia to slip the finger inside. It was damn near impossible to hold back the hiss that threatened to spill from his lips at how tight the blond squeezed his single finger, the lad mumbling and protesting around his cock. Too good, so very good….

“Bruder… stop… zat’s veird. It feels veird…” the too sweet and too innocent nation blubbered, finally pulling his head back up. The Prussian’s mind cleared a little from the fog that had covered it a moment ago. He moved his finger, searching for something and knew he found it when the boy shuddered and cried under him, tears running down his cheeks. “Zat hurts!”

“No it doesn’t, calm down. Would I hurt you?” Well, maybe, but the lad didn’t need to know that. Prussia brought him up on his lap, still stretching and stroking his insides with his finger. The blond had calmed a little, the tiny hands clenching his shoulders urging the silverette further. He inserted a second finer, spreading them a little when the boy began to tremble.

“Bruder… vhy… are you doing zat?” His words came out mixed in pants, though the tears seemed to have dried up.

“Because it feels way too good inside you not to…” He wondered if the blond would actually want to have sex with him? Well, he was probably too young to consent, but he knew Spain was already sleeping with Romano, so obviously their bodies could take it right? They WERE countries after all. Not to mention, Prussia had had lots of meaningless sex with people he didn’t care about at all. This was the only person on this planet he had ever loved. That had to mean something, didn’t it? “Do you love me, Lud?”

“Of course I do! You’re my big Bruder!” He was too happy, too trusting. The worst part of the old country wanted to defile and break that, but the best part, the part that took in and nursed the broken and battered Holy Roman Empire, just wanted to prove that he was capable of loving something with everything he had. This little angel on his lap was worth living for and someday, he hoped to give it all: his power, his land, his life to this perfect little country. When had he become so obsessed?

“Am I the only one you love?” The boy was looking at him oddly now, but he nodded slowly.

“Ya, you’re zee only person I love.”

“Do you know what adults do with the only person they love?”

“Zey…. Get married?”

“And make love.” Those are words the Prussian thought he’d never say.

“Oh…” was all the boy said as the nation laid him down on the soft onyx comforter, the German all sun and light and pure against the blackness. Prussia had to get himself a piece of that light, if only for a minute, if only for a second. It was the closest thing to Gott he was ever gonna get. “So, if ve do zis… you’ll be only mine too?” Emotions he didn’t know he had caught in his throat at the boy’s words. They were childlike, sure. Gilbert knew he didn’t REALLY know what he was saying, but… they meant everything to the silverette.

“Yes, only yours, Ludwig.” He moved the too small hand to his chest, fanning the tiny fingers out over his heart, his hand resting on top gently. The blond seemed content with that answer and rested back against the blanket.

“Okay…” was all he said and all the permission Prussia needed to pull the boy flush against him, lying on his side. It would be less painful this way, though the young body felt too diminutive against his chest, running his hands everywhere he could touch, which was pretty much all of him, to his delectable mouth to his cute toes and the boy fidgeted and pleaded under each long touch of baby soft skin. “It’s growing again.” He whined, throwing his head back against the Prussian’s shoulder when the older man grabbed hold of the little leaking member.

“Your so cute, Luddy. Much cuter than those bratty Italians.” Of course the boy had no idea what he was talking about, but Gilbert DID notice the flushing of the pale skin of his shoulders. “Do you want more?” he asked, placing little nibbles and kisses along the pinking skin, tightening his grasp and making the German cry out. That was absolutely beautiful. He couldn’t help but think that his brother might end up being just as sexy as himself eventually.

“Bruder… just… “ the little one had no idea what his body wanted. This was all so new and strange. Gilbert knew he could teach everything to the blond and love every second of it. He reinserted the two fingers, feeling the boy clench around them. He added a third and tried to ignore the whimpers of pain.

“Shh, Luddy, it’ll stop hurting, I promise. It’ll feel very good.” At least he hoped it did. He didn’t have much experience with men or with kids, but… From what Toni told him it was all about preparing them fully. Though now he was starting to be afraid of what Francey-pants was doing to poor little Feliciano. Eh, not important anymore. He was gonna be Ludwig’s after all.

Those first tears broke his heart, Germany trying his best to suck it up and put on a brave face but it seemed to fail him when the Prussian grinded gently, the little body shaking with pain. The silver haired brother just licked and kissed his face and ears affectionately, muttering gentle encouraging words in the lad’s native tongue. After long, drawn out minutes he could move in and out a little, rocking really. Even that felt amazing, Prussia realized, never before being in someone so tight and warm. No woman could begin to compare to how good Lud’s pants and moans sounded. He really was hooked already.

“West, you feel amazing…” The German seemed to enjoy the compliment and soon the sounds of distress had softened, and Gilbert began to stroke him again, the grunts of agony turning to pants and gasps of discomfort. Soon the blond was clenching around him and he could pull all the way to the tip and press back in without earning any pained sobs. When he angled and thrusted in shallowly, he was actually rewarded with some groans of pleasure… at least that’s what it sounded like to him. He was enjoying the tight moist heat when suddenly the tensing around him intensified and he felt his hand moisten with sticky cum, that was really more like pre-cum to be honest, clear and lacking any real substance. He couldn’t take it any more and he rocked in over and over, timing it with the waves of pleasure that was still so intensely shaking the petite blond curled up against him.

He felt that familiar pressure building in his lower stomach and wondered if Ludwig would be okay with him cumming inside? Then again, there wasn’t much of a choice here, as his orgasm approached way too fast with the sounds the German was making and he released hard into his brother… his baby brother really and oh Gott that idea shouldn’t make him cum so much harder but it did. He really did have a fetish for the taboo didn’t he?

He had pulled the lad too close to him as he came, practically crushing the boy but he didn’t seem to mind. He rolled him over to face him, sliding out with a wet noise that seemed to make the blond uncomfortable, but he kissed him over and over, first his lips but the Prussian moved his attention all over his face, spending extra attention at the spots still wet from earlier tears.

“Was that good, Bruder?” Those words practically melted decades of built up ice around the old country’s heart.

“Very, you did so well, West. I couldn’t be more proud of you.” The German practically beamed under such simple words and curled up tightly to the Prussian’s chest. Gilbert wrapped his arms around him, cradling him to his side. He supposed THIS was what he should have done when the boy came to him in the first place, but whatever. Thinking about consequences wasn’t his strong point. Ludwig seemed so happy. Would he always be so easily pleased with a kind word and a minimal praise? That would make his life so much easier. As he watched him drift off to sleep, head resting on his arm, blond hair a mess and barely touching matching eyebrows, he knew he’d have to do whatever he could to keep the boy… no the man, from hating him as he grew older and more fully realized what his care taker had done to him. For now, he’d just make him his favorite lunch tomorrow. Later in life? He’d have to figure that out when he got there.
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