It's been about a year since I last used this site... It took me a little while to figure out how to work it again. XD So anyway, here I am, back with a collection of Prussia/Austria short stories! This pairing is so unloved... I don't see much of it, I'll admit, and so, what's my first reaction when there's something I like, but there's not much of it? "I'll just make some myself, that's what I'll do!" ...so...yeah! That's what I did!


DISCLAIMER: ...I always hated these. But I don't want anyone to file lawsuit, so...blah. Axis Powers Hetalia and all characters are belonging to the amazing Hidekaz Himaruya-sensei, and I own no rights to anything. And with that, enjoy.


I always feel so dirty...

"Ah...yes..! P-...Prussia-!"

I'm a gentleman. I'm not supposed to do these kinds of things so carelessly...

"More..!"

Most certainly not with another man...

"I can't...I'm going to..."

But...

"Aahhh!"

...I just can't say no.

"Haa...haa...haa..."

I lie there, panting on the sheets, my face flushed with a brilliant red, and translucent beads of sweat trickling down my brow. His breathing is heavy as well, but even so, I feel his lips, rough, and moist with sweat and saliva, touch my own, our tongues sloppily making sounds as they clash against each other, groping for just a bit more of the quickly fading feeling of lust. He pulls back, physical exhaustion reflecting in the pomegranate eyes that stare deeply into my own violet tinted, glass-covered optics, and he smiles. A victorious smile, as if he'd just won a prize. I know that he has. Because this is just a game to him. And I let him play it. I know that I shouldn't, because every time he plays his little game, I end up getting soiled just a little bit more, pulled farther and farther in, and eventually, I won't be able to escape anymore. But he knows my secret. I'm not as pure as everyone seems to think, and he takes thrill in exploiting my weakness. As he pulls out of me, his gaze never faltering, I let out a soft moan, watching as he moves to the side of the bed and swings his legs over the side. He stands, and even in the minimal light of the room, I can see his body's silhouette in the moon's rays, glistening with perspiration. He walks into my private bathroom and grabs a towel, drying himself off and cleaning himself up before slipping his clothes back on and ducking out my window, casting back another glance and a smirk before slipping off into the darkness. My heavy breathing is all that can be heard now in the large room, and I wonder to myself when I'll see him again. My mouth twitches upward into a half-smile. I know that I've been sucked in by him, and it makes my whole body tingle. It was so wrong, what we did...but maybe that's what made it so thrilling. Either way...I just can't say no.