[ Fanfic] Kink Meme Deanon: A Safe Place to Sleep (5/6)

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Title: Kingdoms and Empires fall
(Main) Characters: Prussia, England
Rating: T? Because of drinking ..
Genre: Don't ask me .. Perhaps General?
Summary: Gilbert really found it unfair that his punishment for trying to make a meeting as awesome as himself was to spend the night in England's care. Oh well, he already had a plan to make the Brit regret it.


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Kingdoms and Empires fall

 

 

Prussia cackled evilly at his artistic masterpiece.

 

The pub he was in was in ruins and wouldn't be salvageable by the end of the night. He had somehow managed to get the cute Italy twins drunk and with them 'tonio, Franny ( though Gilbert suspected that he was faking it) and – of all people – America. Too bad Birdie had decided to be the designated driver and hadn't drunk anything.

 

He had had an awesome master plan! Since meetings were boring – and technically he shouldn't even be there, after all he wasn't a nation anymore per se – he suggested moving it to a bar to spice it up a bit.

 

The glare his brother had sent him was answer enough but he could convince the above mentioned people to have a pub crawl with him. Every pub until now had thrown them out. But this one hadn't.

 

And that led to the destruction wrecked by them in the moment. Romano was a violent drunk – well, he was always violent if you asked Gilbert – Antonio was even more violent – when he was drunk his conquistador side always resurfaced – but the one who was the most violent was America. And due to his strength he did the most damage.

 

Chuckling he wondered if having too much free time made him too diabolical. Because this was a pub in England and the costs of repairing it would be shoved onto Arthur. Also his amount of blackmail material was now much, much bigger. Who knew that it was stuffy old Brit who had taken America's virginity or that Romano actually liked potatoes?

 

The door of the pub was slammed open and the persons who entered made him groan. England and Germany. And they didn't seem happy.

 

His brother growled and the moment blue eyes found red ones Gilbert knew that he shouldn't let himself be seen for a few days if he wanted to avoid Lud's wrath. He probably wouldn't be so angry if he didn't see Feli stripping. Wait, oh my, Feli-chan was naked!

 

In no less than 10 minutes the both nations with sticks so far up their ass it was a wonder they didn't choke on them calmed down – or well rather tried to control – the drunk nations and now that there was a bit of order between them they argued who would go with whom.

 

Finally his brother sighed.

 

“ I'll take care of Spain and the Italy twins. Ameri -” He was interrupted by a “I'm Canada” - “Canada is willing to take his brother and France. So you'll have to watch over meinen Bruder, England.”

 

Twin shouts of “What (the bloody hell)?!” rang through the air and he glared at the Brit before he tried to plead with his Bruder that he was really old enough to keep himself safe. Reluctantly the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland agreed and nodded his head seeing the sense in the other blonde's words.

 

But Germany remained firm with his brother. “I know you, brother. This is one of your little schemes and you have been drinking, I can smell it. Do you want a repeat of the last time I was angry at you? . England, if you don't want to, that's okay, but I won't watch Prussia. He will be let loose on your town. Do you want that?”

 

Both Prussia and England grimaced knowing what Ludwig said was 100% correct.

 

 

As England drove his car to his house he had Gilbert on his passenger seat bored out of his awesome mind. Neither of them spoke but the disdain was clear in the air.

 

Over the rest of the evening not one word ran through the halls of the beautiful Londoner house. Not as they entered, not as they prepared for bed – England graciously let him stay in his spare room – and not as they parted.

 

Prussia himself was fuming. How dare his brother treat him that way! And how dare England lord that over him! He would pay them back tenfold. In that moment he had a flash of genius. He really was the overlord of evil master plans fated for success.

 

He conveniently forgot that England was just as pleased about the albino staying at his home and playing babysitter as he was. He also forgot that he was quite drunk and he happened to be fine for awhile before losing all strength. Oh well.

 

Like a white shadow he slowly and with utmost care tiptoed to the room he determined to be the blond's . He was lucky the door was slightly open and he could see that England was laying on the bed on his stomach his back turned to the door and head on his crossed arms.

 

Such an easy victim- ehh, he meant target, ehh. And he made a mental note to stop hanging out with Birdie so much. He was awesome – not nearly as awesome as him though – but still. Next he'd start loving Maple syrup – he already did, oh mein Gott!- and be a hockey fanatic – thankfully he wasn't.

 

Red eyes never left his prey before he ran and jumped. Directly on the Brit's back. A crack and a yelp courtesy of the blond was his satisfying result. When those deadly acid green eyes bore through his, however, he knew he had to find an excuse and fast. So he stammered that he couldn't sleep and please wouldn't be England such a nice, big, great and powerful and kind Empire to let him sleep with him.

 

At this clearly fabricated story the nation rolled his eyes but at the puppy stare Prussia sent him he sighed and made a tiny bit space for him.

 

For a while they just laid there and nobody said a word. But Prussia got bored pretty fast rolling a round a bit and now that he had told the old man – he ignored that he probably was older than England – that he wanted to sleep with him he felt kind of sleepy and weak. He hated feeling weak.

 

“ Oh, you bloody git. Stop moving around so much or I'll kick you out of bed!” The blond clearly was irritated, you just had to hear his voice.

 

Yet he whined. It sounded tired out even to his own ears.

 

“But I can't.” Then he stopped moving for a second the alcohol finally showing an effect. Not only on his body – that seemed to possess no power anymore – but also on his mind. Wouldn't it be that way his thoughts wouldn't turn more somber.

 

Prussia hated thinking and speaking in a serious way. Speaking seriously only meant bad things and catastrophic events. Thinking seriously was even worse.

 

When his mind took the path of serious musings and philosophizing he would always sooner or later return to his days as empire – or rather his time as kingdom.

 

Nobody thought he was aware that he was more than past his glory and prime – he should be dead, after all! But he was. He truly was aware.

 

How could he not have been?

 

Everyday it got harder to stand up. To lift a sword that was as light as a feather in his glory days took more strength than he had these days. The connection with his people lessened every new day now that they saw themselves as German and not as Prussian. It was only a matter of time until he began to fade.

 

 

Who would miss him he wondered?

 

His little brother? He had Feli.

 

Franny? Bah, too much contests awaited the flirty man. He hadn't tapped all asses of the world yet and he would soon forget old Gil.

 

Tonio? That man was too preoccupied with his grumpy Italian to care if his old friend vanished or not.

 

That aristocrat with a stick up his ass? He would dance on his grave – if he had one anyway.

 

Eliza? Surely not. Too busy enamored with her precious Roddi and man on man action …

 

Birdie? Well, yes, Birdie would miss him, very much so, but nobody else.

 

His thoughts were interrupted when he was embraced by rather frail arms and surprised he looked at the Brit who only grumbled out that bloody hell he couldn't help that Gilbert looked so pathetic he couldn't do anything but hug him.

 

The albino chuckled earnestly. Ohh, so England had a cute side as well? He could make out the blush on his face. So adorable!

 

He pushed his head against those arms, pale they were – not as pale as his – and like he said weak and frail. Gilbert wouldn't have believed that the man had been the terror of the sea or one of the wildest sex kitten he had ever had wouldn't he have experienced it.

 

But Prussia had nothing against cute things and – he would deny it if asked or claim it was the alcohol that made him do it – snuggled against England's side. And silence took over once more.

 

It was only broken as Prussia was almost asleep. It was just a whispered passage of uncertain words reassuring and warm in their intent but they meant the world to the the old eagle.

 

“I'm not sure what made you look so sad but I can guess. You think back to your Kingdom days and think about your situation right now, right? I'll tell you what I can understand that and also the urge to just end it all before enduring the long road of decay. But kingdoms fall. And Empires fall. But there are still people who love you.”

 

A harsh breath was let out.

 

“ Bloody git, that all sounded better in my head. Don't be so depressive, that is all I want to say. And I still hate you. And I must be drunk from just your breath.”

 

England hid his probably burning face in ice cold hair of soft snow.

 

Prussia just snorted and smiled in the arms of the other.

 

Yeah, sure, you hate me, dear pirate kitten. But thank you.