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hetalia2010-09-14 05:00 pm
Toaster Madness
rating: PG-Pg13 if ur sensitive
summary: Prussia is acting strange after he gets drunk, summary sucks, the actual story is pretty good
mood: complete and total fluff
author's note: leave a comment, comments make me happy
Austria looked at his colleague. The albino was lying on his bed with about twenty toasters piled next to him in the lumpy shape of a human-being...or maybe a very large wurst. What made the aristocratic nation believe the first was the way the militant half of Germany was whispering sweet nothings to the “head” of the toaster beast.
“No...baby... I promise to love you more than him....come here....” The sleeping Prussian pressed his lips to the toaster’s cold aluminum side. Austria had had enough of this ridiculous behavior. He yanked away the toaster away and began removing the rest of it’s metal counterparts.
“Damn it!” Prussia shouted as he tried to hold to his kitchen-appliance lover, “You’re always separating us!”
Austria sighed and tried not to let himself dwell too much on the fact that these comments were almost definitely meant for his ex-wife. It even hurt to thing of them as two separate entities. The Prussian had always made his feelings for Hungary apparent when they were married, but honestly back then it didn’t matter...not when she belonged to him. But had it really been so surprising the day she told him it would just be best if they were divorced? They had told everyone else that it was mutual but that was really just to hide the fact that he’d been dumped.
“Au-Austria?” Prussia had sat up, he looked slightly surprised. He was rather close, making Austria blush. “Where’s west?” his smirk showed that he noticed his ally’s embarrassment but thankfully said no more on the subject.
“He...he went out...” Austria pulled away from those playful scarlet eyes and straightened his cravat.
“Hmm....did he?” The albino glanced around the room. Something was off about himself.
“Are you alright? Isn’t the first thing you do when you wake up declare your ‘awesome’?”
“I’m not completely coherent,” His reply couldn’t be considered snapping but it probably would have qualified if he wasn’t so hung over, “Give me a fucking minute.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion you know,” The Austrian gestured to the toasters that now littered his room. “What are all these?”
“OH!” a look of understanding came to Prussia’s face, “That’s why y—that person was so shiny in my dream!”
Austria gave him a blank stare. “God must have been having an off day when he created you...”
“Aw,” The Prussian gave him an exaggerated look of intense emotional pain, “how could you say that to me Roddy?!”
“Tch! What’s with that nickname?!” The aristocrat twitched.
Suddenly Prussia lunged at him, pinning him to the floor. “Would you prefer ‘specs’?”
“I have a name you know!” Austria shouted, desperately grasping at the composure that was slipping away from him in this compromising position. “A-and get off me!”
“You almost made me cry,” Prussia said twirling Mariazell around his index finger. “You have to be punished....” Prussia held his face even closer to his target.
“D-don’t say those types of things after dreaming about my ex-wife!!” The Austrian didn’t really know why he had said that but the words hung in the air like heavy clouds.
Prussia got to his feet and offered a hand to the taller man. Austria glared at the hand and stood up on his own. “Well its true isn’t it? That you love my ex-wife...” He demanded, trying to fill the tense air with something.
“Hahahahahahahaha!” the Prussian burst into laughter, “You really think I’m dreaming about that psychotic porn addict? I mean...maybe if she were actually a man....but unfortunately you can’t grow a penis by will power...”
Austria didn’t know what to say to that. He went with, “W-wait!?! You’re g-gay?! Then—why—you—but—“
“Whoa...” The Prussian laughed, “come on specs, half the countries are gay...you are at least Bi...I mean you married Spain didn’t you?”
“Th-that was political!”
“Oh really?” the albino smirked, “well he said that you were not all that ‘political’ in bed.”
“W-we—I—he—you!” It was obvious that the mentality of the Austrian had broken under the questioning of his sexuality. The Prussian just walked over and planted his lips squarely on the other nation’s mouth, immediately quieting his stuttering.
After a moment, Austria realized that Prussia wasn’t pulling away. He considered fleeing but...he didn’t want to. What was wrong with him? Was he actually enjoying this?! No! that was completely impossible!! The only reason he ever thought about the Prussian was because of the man’s feeling for Hungary! Right?!
Or...was it more? A tiny voice in his head whispered that maybe...maybe it was. Maybe his obsession wasn’t jealousy, but something far more beautiful...or sinful. He decided to give and let his body move for him. He kissed back, letting Prussia’s tongue slide between his lips and explore his mouth, barely noticing—or even savoring—the taste of cheap beer on his lips.
He never did find out where all the toasters came from....
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But otherwise, such a cute fic! The mental image of Prussia making out with a toaster, totally brightens my day. 8Db
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The toasters!
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