[Mod!Post] HetaChristmas Advent Lightning Challenge!
For the next few days at least, we're all going to be busy with holidays and with the Hetalia Christmas Event and as a way to pass the time I have come up with this challenge.
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“I know how much you like to wear those prissy frilly things everywhere you go,” Prussia quips, “so I figured one more for your little collection wouldn't hurt.” Hungary snickers between them.
“They're called jabots,” Austria corrects him, even though he knows the red-eyed Nation will never call them such, “and I'll have the honor of reminding you that these 'prissy frilly things' once graced your neck too, Gilbert.”
“The key word there is once,” the white-haired Nation retorts. “You're about two hundred years late on that memo,” he smirks, prompting Hungary into another tipsy giggling fit.
“Open your gift, Magyarország,” the Austrian drolls as he pushes the last gift towards her, shooting Prussia a look that makes him snicker. She tears open the paper, revealing a tiny, cream-colored box. Taking out the black case inside, the Hungarian opens it to reveal a glittering necklace, a triangle of diamonds interlaced in a web of gold and silver. The jewelry sparkles in the glow of the fire, liquid and shimmering in her hands.
“Preußen, mézem, this is beautiful, where did you find this?” she asks, breathless as the white-blond takes the necklace and secures it around her neck. It falls down her chest, glittering starshine like her eyes, dark and deep and the most beautiful thing Austria and Prussia have ever seen. The Hungarian pulls them both close, tucking her head into the red-eyed Nation's shoulder as she feels their arms around her, holding her, loving her like they have known nothing else.
Hungary presses her lips to Prussia's, tasting stars and champagne and warmth in his kisses, all tongue and teeth and temptation down her spine. The white-blond's hands slide down her arms and to her hips, pulling the brunette onto his lap. She feels Austria's hands on her back, massaging her muscles, kneading her shoulder blades with his fingers, tracing lightning over her skin with his nails beneath her sweater. The Hungarian arches into his touch, feeling his fingers trail up her sides to her neck, kisses ghosting over her jaw, beneath her ear. She presses her hips down onto the Prussian's, easing him to the floor amidst the blankets, undoing the buttons of his shirt and dragging her hands warm down his chest. The German Nation curses softly under his breath, grinding his hips into the heat of Hungary's body as she leans back into Austria's touch.
Prussia growls, sitting up and tugging the hem of her sweater up and over her head, careful of her necklace, tossing the fabric away and burying his face between her breasts, licking and nipping sighs and gasps out of the Hungarian Nation. Austria slides a hand down her stomach, soft and warm in the glow of the fire, yanking her hips into his as he bucks against her; the brunet unhooks her bra with practiced ease as the white-blond pulls it off, one of the Austrian's hands on her breast and the former Knight's mouth on the other. Austria undoes the button of her dark jeans, pulling them and her underwear down her legs as she tugs them the rest of the way off. Hungary rocks down onto Prussia, back into Austria, racing a hand through the latter's hair as her other hand goes for the former's pants.
Not wanting to be the only one missing clothes, she motions for the both of them to remove their trousers, undoing the buckle of Prussia's belt. Tracing her other hand down Austria's stomach behind her, she tugs the loosened fabric off his hips, feeling the sharp cut of his hipbones that she loves to lick, drag her tongue across his skin that makes him shiver. The white-blond shucks his pants and boxers off beneath her, sliding his hands up her thighs, rubbing the sweet spot between her legs that makes her breath hitch and her body tense. Hungary moans low in her throat above him, pulling Austria's tongue and teeth to her neck, tracing her nails through his tousled hair, molding her body to his own.
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Hungary arches into Austria's chest, jerking her hips into his to let him know she's alright, and when he nips her neck as he begins to move, the world sparks white and glittering behind her eyes, flickering radiant like the flames in the hearth before them. The brunette's hand splays between Prussia's legs, stroking practiced and quick and the white-blond bucks into her touch, biting back moans and gasps in his throat as he other hands combs through his fluffed hair. The alcohol in their bodies spirals them fast towards the inevitable end, closer, closer, breaths hitched and voices broken amidst the glittering lights and crackling flames. Austria's cries into the Hungarian's neck cease with his movements, hips jerking without rhythm as he crushes her close, body burning lightning through his veins. Hungary isn't finished yet, and the brunet guides her sweat-slicked and hot onto Prussia, holding her steady as his fingers dip between her legs, licking and nipping his way over her shoulder and up her neck, around her jaw. The sight of the brunette's body above his, breasts bouncing and cheeks flushed red, necklace sparkling pinpricks and the Austrian's mouth and hands all over her have the Prussian reeling, clawing his nails into the blankets as he tries not to slip over the edge.
The white-blond can feel her body tightening around him, hears the telltale change in her breathing that lets both German Nations know she's close; Prussia grabs her hips, slamming her body down onto him, meeting her every move with equal measure, waiting for when her hands claw into his shoulders and her eyes open wide, yes, yes, that's it, Gott im Himmel she is breathtaking-
Hungary damn near screams, ó Istenem, Poroszország, Ausztria, curses in Hungarian as old as she is, voice cutting crystal into their ears; she writhes against the Prussian, grinding down onto the Austrian's fingers, pulling each of them as close as she can. The white-blond beneath her finally lets go, fingers clawing into the blankets, drowning his moans in the Hungarian's kisses as the three collapse breathless against one another, sated and sweat-slicked and waiting for the world to right itself beneath them.
The blankets need washing, Austria's glasses are filthy, Hungary's neck is painted red like watercolor, and Prussia fumbles for the remaining champagne on the bricks of the fireplace. Handing one to the panting, flushed Austrian, both Germans clink the glasses together, finishing off the sparkling, gold-tinged liquid and pressing icy kisses to Hungary's cheeks. The brunette wraps an arm around each, holding them close in the warmth of the fire, no greater gift beneath the comforting light of the tree than the love shared endless and infinite between them.
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preußen - the german name for 'prussia'.
österreich - the german name for 'austria'.
magyar - the name referring to the hungarian people and language, and prussia's way of cutely shortening hungary's name in hungarian.
ja - german for 'yes'.
üljetek le - hungarian for 'sit down', specifically the way of informally telling more than one person to do so; hungarian, like many languages, distinguishes in the written and spoken word between talking to a single person formally and informally, and talking to multiple people formally and informally, making for up to four different ways of saying the same thing, really. in linguistics, this is referred to as the 'ty/vyi distinction' (or some other such variation of the phrase); not all languages do this in all forms, an example being english, but it is a common and often at first confusing aspect of many. as a russian major with a side of german who has also studied japanese, french, and latin, I have become intimately acquainted with many variations of this distinction, some harder and more obnoxious than others! latin has got to be the biggest offender in my book, honestly.
bruder - german for 'brother'.
prussia taking over for germany - I like to think prussia isn't the lazy freeloader we all love him as and make him out to be, and that he actually helps germany with his duties. and going by the recent european union comics from himaruya, it's safe to say that germany is probably under lots of stress trying to manage so many things at once; so, it sounds like the nice, big-brotherly thing for prussia to take care of things back home when needed, and because he's prussia, do a damn good job of it too.
mézem - a hungarian term of endearment meaning 'honey' or 'dear'.
halt die klappe - a german idiom meaning 'stuff a cork in it'. a personal favorite of mine.
danke schön - german for the more formal 'thank you very much'; for more casual thanks, simply drop the schön.
human vs. nation names - it is my headcanon that nations take human names to make it easier for their citizens to feel comfortable communicating with them, because what they are dealing with isn't exactly human. addressing a nation by their full title (country name) when you're not a person of power or entitled to do so in said country is kind of a big no-no, sort of like calling your teacher by their first name instead of mr/mrs x.
also part of my headcanon is that nations never normally address each other by their human names amongst their own kind without permission as a sign of intimacy, or so they forget they aren't human. lastly, to directly call a fellow nation by their human name (especially without their permission) is considered disrespectful/insulting, or potentially even submissive on part of the one doing the addressing (putting themselves in the place of a human, speaking to another nation as if they themselves were less than such).
gott im himmel - german for the phrase 'god in heaven'; I'm pretty sure it sounds hot in every language in the heat of the moment.
ó istenem - hungarian for 'oh my god'; another one guaranteed to make everything during sex at least three hundred percent dirtier.
poroszország - the hungarian name for 'prussia'.
ausztria - the hungarian name for 'austria'.
well that was lot longer than I expected; fucker took on a mind of its own and whoops delicious threesome? also, because the kink meme has destroyed my ability to write without copious amounts of notes for historical/authorial clarity, if you recognize their style or the fact that there's so fucking many of them from some anonymous porn-gasm on the meme or another, huzzah, I have been ousted!
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This exchange made me giggle: “Now now, boys, no male posturing allowed at the table,” Hungary chides with a smile. “Only I'm manly enough for that kind of behavior.” So true!
And what can I say about the threesome... hot. Lucky Hungary. ;) Thanks for the fill!
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I've always thought Prussia was a hard-working badass even to the modern day! Like, he did some major conquering shenanigans back in the day, you don't just laze around in a basement for years after stuff like that. I think he makes himself pretty darn useful.
Ah yes, Hungary is the manliest character of them all, and I think she'd make everyone know it for sure!
You're welcome, it was tons of fun to write, especially since I'd been wanting to write something for these three for ages. Your prompt jump-started my muse for them, so everybody wins here! :D
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