Warning: swearing, gratuitous German – a whole lot, sexual themes:D

Chapter 5

Most Unspectacular Retribution. PART I

(Okay now at the moment I´m only writing this to fulfil my own perverted desires: I wanna see Germany top Prussia for real, but my brain tells me to take a detour to it, so Germany will challenge Prussia again… probably next chapter- although he is already busy challenging Prussia 's patience. More talking happens –hell, I make this sound even more boring, don't I? Don't know if that trauma with the tree will ever show up again, actually chapter 2 was just too much of a pain:D. I'm complaining quite a lot about that, too.

Oh and that little thing: (…) It marks a time skip, but I guess I already did that in Ch. 2.)

The infamous morning after, Prussia awoke to the sound of the water running in the shower and from the lack of a certain muscular, exposed man beneath him. Typical, probably thinks he has to completely cleanse himself after that. Prussia was less than pleased, but also slightly amused; he grinned and yawned and stretched and then sat up to examine his environment.

"What, all gone? What the hell... that finicky bastard…", Gilbert mumbled a little offended as he noticed that every single piece of evidence form last night's "reunificational celebration" was gone; the messed up clothes that had lied on a pile next to the couch probably already somewhere in the laundry. With a returning grin he realized that at least the odour of that amazing event was still stuck to his skin and probably to the covering of the couch, although it looked suspiciously clean and smelled of chemicals. "That damn, West. He couldn't have just cleaned it while I was asleep… or did he?" Actually, Prussia thought him capable of that feat, could practically see him before him, lifting his sleeping form with one muscular arm, while desperately scrubbing at the stains on the couch with the other, his face showing off that contorted expression of despair, he always wore while working on particularly persistent stains. He had to chuckle again; a sound, which was soon joined by a noise, only an empty Prussian stomach could produce. "Damn I'm hungry… Damn that West for taking his time to shower instead of preparing… never mind that", his gaze had fallen upon a small yellow post-it note that just said in neat German handwriting: "Breakfast in the kitchen –L." Well that wasn't a genuinely sweet gesture, but hey it was a start at least.

Mouth already watering, Prussia set off to inspect the sacrificial offering of food in the kitchen downstairs; that'd better be something tasty and greasy waiting for him. As he arrived, the rich smell and the sight of the breakfast table positively charmed Gilbert. He's just the perfect little housewife having cleaned and set up a meal already and being currently busy making himself look presentable for a second round with his irresistible, awesomely skilled brother. Those were Prussia's very modest and not slightly self-centric thoughts as he dug into the food.

After five minutes of mindless gorging, it finally occurred to him that he could have at least taken a peek into the shower before breakfast to catch an eyeful of naked, wet German. He could still do that anyway, but on the other hand, if he had once begun eating he simply had to finish it, the food Ludwig had prepared was just too addictive. Aside from that, that stiff West usually locked the door to the bathroom. He just knew, for the thought of spying on a defenceless - well a not so defenceless brother anyway - had not popped up in his twisted mind for the first time.

All Gilbert could do at the moment was eat up and picture the scenery in all its glistening and steamy glory: Germany's usually oppressed and now messy hair slightly sticking to his relaxed face, his head tilted to the side as he let's the water stream down his neck and shoulders, his rough hands spreading soap all over that perfect body: His chest, his muscular arms, rock-hard abs, his flexing back… now he was rubbing along his hipbones, his well-trained thighs. Finally! Finally, he was rubbing his palms all over his groin area… "Oh West, yes that's it, what a good, cleanly boy you are…", Prussia moaned a filled spoon frozen in one hand right in front of his mouth that was lightly hanging agape, his eyes closed as his free hand had instinctively sneaked to his own groin area at his vivid imagination. It was not like he could do anything about his unruly fingers and being aroused at those thoughts.

A small coughing noise close by made him crack an eye open. In the doorframe of the kitchen leaned his fantasy, a towel slung around his broad shoulders, fixing the feasting older nation with his gaze for a moment until he allowed his lips to curl up into the most arrogant half-smile, he could manage and commented the rather unusual sight before him: "Well Gilbert I knew you enjoyed my food, but this much, I'm simply flattered, dear brother…"

Prussia snapped in an attempt to hide the slightest hint of embarrassment, not at the situation in particular, but at the fact that it was his brother doing the teasing on purpose more often since last evening and becoming increasingly successful at it. Slamming his still filled spoon into his bowl causing his face and chest to slightly get splattered, but still attempting an intimidating glare, despite his slightly undignified appearance, he snarled: "Well, excuse me, but who would pleasure himself to your at best half-way decent cooking? Just had to take care of a little something called Morgenlatte. If I don't do that immediately, the five-meters prevent the blood from flowing to my head and your awesome brother might die." Extreme bluntness or boasting –or both– usually never failed to make his brother fall into a state of annoyed silence, although what he had said was a little bit further away from the truth this time than usual: Concerning the understated quality of the food and the exact reason why Prussia was touching himself in the first place; (actually he could walk around hours with the five-meters ready to go without feeling really uncomfortable).

As briefly as Prussia considered to enlighten his brother; revealing to him the thoughts to which exactly he was touching himself to; Germany briefly considered commenting on how it was a sensible thing to take care of that type of business, for Gilbert could need every bit of blood he could spare to reach that shrivelled up brain of his. But he was somehow satisfied with shaking his head in mock disbelief. His voice would have given away the slightest hints of attraction towards the now literarily edible-looking older nation anyway, and Ludwig was just not ready yet to give him that satisfaction. Hell, as wonderful as last night had been and as much it appealed to Ludwig to have something like that happen again, openly acknowledging this fact would probably make Prussia lose his last bit of grip on reality in an instant and make him less bearable. Why not keep him in suspense for a little longer and use it to discipline him a little…

That thought alone was madness considering how much Germany enjoyed his sleepy and messy-looking, completely uncontrollable, crude and on top of that very naked and food-covered brother as he was before him right now. And because he knew exactly that the wicked Prussia would rather come out as the one crushing Ludwig's dangerously quickly dissolving remnants of discipline than be tamed.

"Come on, West. Sit with big brother here and eat. Guess you could need something nutritious after last night's workout", Prussia leered, anger and embarrassment quickly forgotten after studying Germany's still slightly wet form briefly. Germany still managed to wear the same unimpressed expression but complied, hungrily digging into the food as he felt his brother's knee brushing his leg, probably on purpose anyway. "You know, it's 12.30 and you're naked and reek of whatever…", Ludwig commented as casually as possible with just the right amount of deprecation in his voice.

–"Well, you're wearing pants, so I'm pretty disappointed myself…", Prussia promptly replied sounding completely serious and forcing himself to put on a pout, which however turned into a full-blown leer almost instantly.

"Whatever Bruder, just eat up… and I recommend wiping your face", Germany sighed already slightly unnerved and expecting some sort of comment.

–"Well, how about you help me with cleaning my face then, I bet it'll taste good even if…", Prussia started darting his tongue out, licking at his fingers, but was interrupted soon by the noise of Germany's chair being pushed over the kitchen-floor in a haste. "Gott, I need a coffee for this!", the short-tempered nation announced putting his fingers to his face to squeeze the bridge of his nose in an attempt to suppress the growing feeling of annoyance. "Spielverderber…", Prussia mumbled before silently digging into the food once more, determined to take his mind of his little brother at least for a moment, and his reserve and dismissive attitude, which was just less than appropriate considering what had happened the last night.

Apparently the older man's strategy had earned him no more than a night of passionate love-making, which was a worthy prize all by itself, however he hadn't nearly succeeded in loosening up the younger one (–Well, actually I did that yesterday, came his lewd thoughts again–) let alone in winning him over completely. Did he feel hurt at that? Maybe - it wasn't exactly awesome and manly to admit to that sort of defeat. At least it was one of those rare occurrences were he felt something pathetic as helplessness and utter frustration and although it was not Prussia's style to give in to those feelings, he simply couldn't think of other tactics at the moment, he was too distracted. The other's perfectly shaped torso and unusually messy and sexy look was surely fuelling his imagination, but not being able to think straight was not too helpful in this kind of situation, where one had to be persuasive. That's one killer-body there, West… and damn, the kid even knows how to put it to good use in more than just one way. He certainly is a worthy challenge, stalwart as steel in body and mind… That annoyingly stubborn mind of his… Seriously, just thinking about the younger nation and last night made his southern regions twitch and the fact that his plate and bowl were nearly empty by now didn't help at all –his hunger for food satisfied, hunger for something else was growing and surfacing…

Germany, who had treated himself to a large pot of coffee had sat down again and was sipping said coffee eyes shut, feeling something close to relaxed thanks to the steaming liquid. Those brief moments of relaxation were however instantly forgotten as every fibre in his body stiffened at the touch of teasing and slightly shaky fingers ghosting over his knee and of bare feet brushing past his calf. Unmöglich, such a small touch causing me to tense up in anticipation, really pisses me of right now, should have seen that one coming, Ludwig berated himself while grinding his teeth and trying not to give away any sign of annoyance and much less excitement. He didn't even really feel like opening his eyes, expecting all kinds of vulgar expression Prussia would put on just for him on such occasions to enhance his uneasiness.

On the other hand, the vivid memory of Gilbert's leering and licking his lips, was more than he could bear at the moment, so that the young man decided opening his eyes and facing reality couldn't make him feel any more agitated than his imagination did. He was positively surprised to find the Prussian was fixing him with an utterly serious and intense gaze, not even the slightest hint of a smirk on his pale lips, albeit still letting his limbs graze the other's in a manner that was obviously an invitation to "come and play". It was completely unlike him not to mock him in this kind of situation with words or at least with certain "playful" gestures, although it occurred to Germany that during last night's encounter, Gilbert had, too, refrained from using mockery or unnecessary vulgarity to "enhance the experience"… for the most part anyway. Actually, his behaviour during last night's heated sexual encounter could be called tame… Still Prussia was far from tame, the lust that so openly and shamelessly shone from his red eyes for Ludwig to see made that painfully obvious. He's willing to adapt to the situation, but he still would prefer to have things his way as far as my person is concerned, I can't stand that attitude of that lazy ass, Germany thought bitterly, not trusting this new, slightly less insane and egoistical side, his brother displayed around him since last evening – however pleasant it might seem at that time. What made the taller man feel even more frustration was the fact that he actually had to close his eyes again to prevent himself from blushing or – Gott bewahre! – reflecting the other's lust-filled expression with his own eyes. Germany didn't really feel this loony should be rewarded, considering he had used a door to knock him out to ultimately have his way with him, generally got a kick out of embarrassing his younger sibling; well and the rotten apple tree wasn't really forgotten either by now… Hell, he simply refused to trust this guy and give himself up to him! Not this easily anyway, I want to see him fry a little longer…

Ludwig's thoughts were interrupted as a formerly only light touch of Prussia's fingers on his upper leg turned into a fierce grip on his thighs and he froze instantly, every little hair on his body raising with the approaching goose bumps that covered his entire skin in mere seconds at the rough and not entirely unwelcome contact. He could only blankly stare at his elder brother, mouth opening ever so slightly as he lost focus and took a heavy breath, eyes glazing over. He could watch Gilbert's lips part in what appeared like slow motion to him. Gott, just don't let him speak, just don't listen, just stop him… punch him if you have to!, Germany thought frantically in fear that his resolve would melt away entirely at the sound of the other's alluring voice.

"Say West,…", Prussia began lazily, seductively in a low voice and Germany got the feeling the older nation was getting closer. He was already imagining the other's weight pressing him down, smothering him with hot touches, although the kitchen table still kept them apart for the most part. But Prussia's gaze on the other hand, was getting more intense and hungry and that was making the younger one swallow hard, reliving the memory of having Prussia tower over him, fixing him with those eyes while he was pushing into him. He couldn't really tell if he was getting more pale at the sight of his older brother staring or if his face shone by now brightly red. Those eyes were clearly violating him already…

Prussia was still talking to him in that tone that was, in the way it seemed to excite Ludwig, particularly frightening and at the same time painfully slow: "… now that big brother has had his breakfast…" –why is he always putting so much emphasis on the age gap? It unnerved Ludwig, but the rage that filled him was still more of the pleasant, tingling kind as he watched Prussia's tongue dart out, before he spoke again; he couldn't take his eyes of that pinkish thing now.

And still, that characteristic smirk was missing on the older one's face, he was utterly determined: "… big brother feels like…" From a distance Germany heard his own hoarse voice utter a weak, questioning "y-yeah?" and that was where understandably that smirk suddenly popped up on Prussia's face again and his fingers on the taller man's thighs went most fluently dangerously close to his groin area, making Germany snap out of it instantly. He got away with a speed and grace that most would consider improbable for a man of his massive frame, albeit he was still looking back at Gilbert with an expression of disgust and terror that could only narrowly mask his true desires.

Those little contradictions and surprises he had to his personality and behaviour made him all the more appetizing to Prussia, (who simply loved things complicated,) however this sudden rejection by the young man who had looked back at him as if he were ready to go just a moment ago was causing him utter frustration. "Arroganter Kerl! Spielverderber!", he muttered under his breath giving his younger sibling a challenging look out of narrowed bloody eyes.

Germany couldn't completely suppress the hint of another angry smirk curling his lips at his elder brother's obvious disappointment; one way or another he now held a minimum amount of control over Prussia's emotions at least. In fact, he probably always did, but he had never cared to discover it. He would surely have liked to view himself as completely superior in this kind of situation, however Ludwig's own slowly increasing erection at the earlier light physical contact – Gott segne großzügig geschnittene Hosen - told him otherwise and therefore he was getting even more mad at himself for his weakness. Damn, Prussia would pay for dissolving his mental strength and for giving him a boner on top of that, that shamelessly attractive, manipulative bastard! There was no way he was letting that arrogant dick get close to him anytime soon – it just wouldn't be sensible…

Typically, Prussia was still not ready to let his case rest for the day, although his confidence was dwindling as he broke the short period of uncomfortable silence: "Damn West, what is it with you, today is the anniversary of our reunification. On that day you should be especially nice to your big brother, not treat him like he has some sort of disease. We'll have to do at least something to celebrate, don't you think…?"

It wasn't exactly like Prussia couldn't care less about Den Tag der Deutschen Einheit, but still it was more or less only the little something he was interested in right now. That date was celebrated every year and he had never openly gotten sentimental about it, just insanely drunk most of the time. His West on the other hand would get softer almost anhänglich on such occasions – apart from getting wasted as well. Prussia wasn't being manipulative at all… oh no not one bit.

Regaining his composure and still inwardly thanking God, for not letting Prussia notice Ludwig's own "indicator of excitement", as the other nation was by now looking down at the kitchen table with a sore expression as if he blamed the piece of furniture for his sexual frustration, he announced: "You see brother, I won't have time to entertain you today, I am so utterly sorry…" There was that sarcasm again. "… but there are things that are actually important that I'll have to take care of."

Gilbert would have probably felt even more hurt at those words, but living with Ludwig he had gotten used to these little, supposedly refined or subtle insults, he came up with whenever he felt Prussia disrespected him. As this was always the case, he had a lot of those phrases! The issue here was: The earlier rejection of his sexual advances had been one of the most insulting actions Prussia was familiar with –Yesterday, he had given it his best… how dare that brat refuse him, now? He should not be able to feel anything but want for the awesome that is Prussia. He doesn't appreciate me going all out of my way and being the perfect gentleman last night. - That was Prussia's completely fitting and unbiased view on last night's events - if one ignores the brawl in general and the severe damage caused to Germany's head by a closet door.

Meanwhile Ludwig was maybe an inch closer to regretting his cold treatment of his brother: On the one hand, he felt that the indecent Prussia deserved this sort of scorn in his tone, on the other hand, he felt the genuine affection for the older nation grow equally to the amount of infuriation he caused for him. He let out a heavy sigh. This day, which should be special to him, was ruined anyway. Why did he let that smug bastard get far last night with the Prussian Großangriff? Retribution would be exercised soon; Gott I´m starting to think like a maniac myself by now, Germany concluded in a brief moment of sanity before he went for a rational explanation: "Entschuldige bitte, Bruder. I won't have much time on my hands today. I need to make preparations and get ready for an urgent international Conference."

– "Bitte was? Du willst mich verarschen oder?", came a growl accompanied by an utterly confused and displeased expression gracing Prussia's features.

"You know that's not my style, Bruder. I received the call this morning, while you were still busy rolling around in your own filth. - Okay that was being overly cruel, still I need to assess my position in this household somehow.-", came Germany's reply in an equally gruff voice. Prussia blinked away an angry tear that went unnoticed.

"Come on, West, it's not as if they'll need you at that bullshit conference, they can handle things pretty damn well without you. What is it about this time? Climate change? Terrorism? You'd better stay away; they'd just scold you for selling weapons again. And what is it with them, is it considered polite to ignore other culture's national celebration days nowadays…?" Prussia's rambling was going on too long for Germany's liking and to a degree he actually had a point, still he decided to cut the older nation off: "Why would you of all people know about what's polite… Die Deutsche Einheit is not that big of a deal… to other countries…" Even Prussia could tell by now that Germany way being a bigger ass than usual and it wasn't exactly justified…

So forgetting about his bills which were already sky-high thanks to his "Eastern half", who was pretty high-maintenance for a guy this slender and on top of that easily entertained, Germany offered him a few drinks after he, Ludwig, had finished the business of the day and Gilbert had finished… well, just hanging around… to make it up to him. It would be West's treat; everything was his treat.

Prussia was as easily convinced by the prospect of alcohol and the company of his favourite little brother as always; well let's say today it was good enough of an offer for him in his slightly more frustrated state. Maybe, just maybe he'll loosen up later that night after a few drinks, he thought, smirk reappearing on his face, which lightly disturbed Germany –it didn't take a genius to figure out that Gilbert was probably looking forward to getting him drunk or something along the line. He brushed the feeling off and decided to get going.

"Well, I'll be out, see you later. Try not to make a mess. A snack is in the stove…"

–"Perfect, thanks mein Liebchen.", Prussia grinned as he waved Germany goodbye in an exaggerated, girly manner. Ludwig decided to ignore this sort of mockery and went to get dressed, he had a bunch of things on his to-do-list – and Prussia wouldn't be on top of that list as long as he could help it. Firstly, he'd need to make sure that hard wood floor downstairs would be repaired sufficiently in his absence, he didn't fancy having to look at reminders of his current irrationality…

(…)

After a busy and eventless day for Germany and a not so busy and boring day for Prussia they met up at a bar, which had the most ridiculous prizes for beverages that should have been cheap – of course Prussia had picked it – at 8 a clock in the evening. Well, Gilbert was there since six a clock, drinking like there was no tomorrow anyway. He barely recognized Ludwig as he silently seated himself next to him, but then mumbled in apology: "Sorry, brother couldn't make it earlier…" – Germany was perfectly punctual.

–"W- whatever, I'll just drink s-shome more, Wesht."

Ludwig drank his first and second beer for the most part in silence, by the third he tried out asking his elder brother how his day was. Prussia had to think about it for a moment or so. "Größtenteils beschissen", he replied before proceeding to finish a few more shoots of vodka, a drink on which he relied since the split of East and West when things would get really bad, although he hated the taste of it. His younger brother noted the worrisome bad habit with more than a hint of bad consciousness. Okay, it seemed something really got to the cocky and rough Prussian today, could it be that this particular day actually meant something to him or that he took the hundredths rejection earlier differently than the countless ones before –or both? And more importantly, was Germany honestly disappointed that his brother was too wasted and down to even come on to him, at least give him a provocative smirk. I'm being selfish, he really is starting to rub off on me after just one night, the taller German thought with a soft smile as he observed the Prussian's slumped down form.

He had always taken Prussia for the type of guy who has no feelings one could hurt, however, he also had taken his elder brother, who had turned out to be a rather considerate lover, for the type of man who moans his own name during sex – Once Gilbert had tried that while masturbating in front of a mirror, but it just wouldn't do, although he left some spectacular stains for his little brother to clean anyway.

Feeling slightly more like a complete ass than usual, Germany ordered his last beer for the evening – he was completely sober and needed to stay that way; what had been done had been done. Was about time he at least tried to give his brother an explanation. The eyes of the smaller man next to him were close to falling shut, still he was gushing down shots.

(…)

Ludwig had explained nothing; it was a flat out lie that he had to catch the plane tomorrow at all costs, because the meeting would only start in about a week. Prussia didn't hear that anyway, because he had successfully pickled himself. Would he have paid attention to the truth? Germany had been tempted to confess his motivations to a nearly asleep elder brother just to get it off of his soul. Gilbert would have mocked him, most certainly if he had caught any of it, so Ludwig had presented to him the made-up apology as he had left him at a relatively early hour.

He could have told him that he had major trust issues, that he felt he would let the older man take advantage of him, that he wished Gilbert wouldn't have made that indifferent impression all these past years, that it would have been more respectful to talk about this desires of his instead of literarily ramming them in his face on just one fateful evening, that he couldn't cope with the Prussian's attitude, but wouldn't have it any other way, that he tried to avoid sex with him until he felt like the other took him seriously. And that he considered a person who wouldn't stop to mess up his home for shits and giggles, simply ridiculed him for his neurotic behaviour and didn't visibly appreciate anything he did for his big brother not a particularly reliable lover.

Prussia would have told him that he was simply emotionally handicapped and that he hadn't been indifferent at all; West just didn't get the hints right; that he was a big, mean child who enjoyed degrading the person he was crushing on like mad.

Neither of them explained, they wouldn't go easy on the other… Who am I kidding? Prussia wouldn't reach the necessary amounts of self-awareness, even if he were sober.

(I would have never ever have expected that this damned chapter will be and probably remain my longest one so far… It had a life of its own; I planned for it to be much, much shorter or at least contain real action. Instead it seems that it pretends to shed more light on the characters emotions… I bit off more than I can chew, but what the heck: If there are still people who enjoy this I'll continue. Please give me some feedback on this one, it'll give me hints for the next chapter I planned to deliver in a month time. Seriously were is this plot going off to…? It almost seemed like I wanted to make it fluffy, but in the end I avoided it...

My apologies for the long delay :( anyway. )

Annotations:

Morgenlatte – Oh well… it's like "morning wood" ^^;

Spielverderber – party pooper

Unmöglich – impossible

Gott bewahre! – God forbid!

Arroganter Kerl! – arrogant "guy", but is used more like "arrogant bastard"

Gott segne großzügig geschnittene Hosen. – God bless loose-fitting pants.

Den Tag der Deutschen Einheit – The Day of German Unity (October 3)

Anhänglich – clingy; affectionate

Prussian Großangriff – Prussian "major offensive"… hm yeah

Entschuldige bitte, Bruder. – Apologies, brother.

Bitte was? Du willst mich verarschen oder? – Say what? You're fucking with me here, right? (rough translation as it is completely colloquial^^;)

Die Deutsche Einheit – The German Unity

mein Liebchen – my darling/ my love (totally out-dated expression used for mockery here, because you would always only use it on females)

Größtenteils beschissen. – For the most part, real crappy. (Is an adequate answer in Germany, if your day really was god-awful and you are with close friends or understanding family members^^; else it would appear completely rude as a retort. Who am I kidding? It is quite rude.)

Split of East and West – well, the reason we needed a reunion of both parts of Germany long after WWII