Let's not give him the satisfaction [2/?]
anonymous
September 7 2009, 21:12:18 UTC
In a decent try for dignity, Spain managed to right himself without seeming overly concerned with the sheet. The briefly casual pose was lessened somewhat when he had to reach down to tighten the wrap before it dipped scandalously low. The fabric was too thin and barely caught on the calluses of his fingers, making it difficult to grip. He supposed that his hips were too narrow to give the damn thing much to hold onto, but he chose to blame the sheet instead.
There was a dry chuckle from in front of him as Prussia finally came out from behind the table. “Having some issues?” he smirked. “Let me help you with that…”
Giving a defeated sigh, Spain lifted his hands in a mock sign of surrender. “I give up,” he announced, flashing a smile.
Prussia’s fingers almost didn’t hook beneath the hem in time to keep the sheet from falling. Spain’s modesty obviously wasn’t something he was worried over however; the moment he stood directly in front of his comrade was the moment he started unwrapping the sheet completely.
Spain raised an eyebrow questioningly but said nothing. It wasn’t as if it was the first time the Germanic nation had seen him naked, hence why they were in the situation in the first place. The only real difference was that France wasn’t with them. Spain frowned slightly as he realized that the two of them had never really been on their own in these circumstances. Alone with France, yes. Alone with each other, no.
Then Prussia began to re-wrap the cover, and Spain’s thoughts quieted somewhat at the uncharacteristically innocent motion.
It wasn’t until a sharp sneer lighted on Prussia’s lips that Spain gained the foresight to brace himself.
Pulling, quickly and forcefully, Prussia unknotted the work he’d just done and brought the brunette flush against him. With a cat-like grin, he used the sheet to cocoon them together, tucking the free corner in the hem behind Spain’s back before he could protest.
Despite having his hands splayed on Prussia’s chest and being effectively bound to the other nation, Spain appeared utterly unruffled. “Somehow this seems counterproductive…” he informed the blonde with a smile.
Prussia shrugged with one shoulder, hands resting on the Spaniard’s hips. “You can’t fall if I’m holding you up, now can you?” The glint in his eyes and his mouth’s expression betrayed any ploy for being a good Samaritan.
“True,” Spain acknowledged with a slow nod. “But how will we walk?”
“Oh, that’s easy…” Prussia purred. One arm went around Spain’s waist, the other just above it across the small of his back. The grip tightened, and the older nation was lifted a minuscule distance from the ground.
A startled hiss of breath parted Spain’s lips. His eyes locked on the red ones in front of him as their midriffs brushed together with the soft motion. Then they were moving, and in only four steps Spain felt the edge of the table dig into his hips. For one brief, arguably hopeful moment, he though that Prussia was going to push him down onto it and repeat some of the scenes of the night before.
Instead, the red eyes snapped off his and onto the map.
Spain’s shoulders drooped in disbelief, and he blinked up at the face in front of him. There was a fond, amused note to the smile curving the brunette’s lips. “You have an attractive, naked man tied to you with a bedsheet… and you want to look at a map?”
Prussia let out a bark of laughter, the sound a low rumble in the warm chest pressed against Spain. “Trust me, I’ll be getting to you in a second. I just need to finish this first. France is probably off drinking with the troops, and you’ve slept all day. One of us has to be the military genius.”
Curious, Spain attempted to turn and found there was just enough slack in the sheet-cocoon to allow him to press his back to Prussia’s torso and look down at the table. “You put me in front,” he observed, green eyes darting over the figurines on the map.
Hands ran up his sides. “Don’t worry…” The words were a breath across his ear, and Spain tilted into the warmth. “I’ll be right behind you.”
There was a dry chuckle from in front of him as Prussia finally came out from behind the table. “Having some issues?” he smirked. “Let me help you with that…”
Giving a defeated sigh, Spain lifted his hands in a mock sign of surrender. “I give up,” he announced, flashing a smile.
Prussia’s fingers almost didn’t hook beneath the hem in time to keep the sheet from falling. Spain’s modesty obviously wasn’t something he was worried over however; the moment he stood directly in front of his comrade was the moment he started unwrapping the sheet completely.
Spain raised an eyebrow questioningly but said nothing. It wasn’t as if it was the first time the Germanic nation had seen him naked, hence why they were in the situation in the first place. The only real difference was that France wasn’t with them. Spain frowned slightly as he realized that the two of them had never really been on their own in these circumstances. Alone with France, yes. Alone with each other, no.
Then Prussia began to re-wrap the cover, and Spain’s thoughts quieted somewhat at the uncharacteristically innocent motion.
It wasn’t until a sharp sneer lighted on Prussia’s lips that Spain gained the foresight to brace himself.
Pulling, quickly and forcefully, Prussia unknotted the work he’d just done and brought the brunette flush against him. With a cat-like grin, he used the sheet to cocoon them together, tucking the free corner in the hem behind Spain’s back before he could protest.
Despite having his hands splayed on Prussia’s chest and being effectively bound to the other nation, Spain appeared utterly unruffled. “Somehow this seems counterproductive…” he informed the blonde with a smile.
Prussia shrugged with one shoulder, hands resting on the Spaniard’s hips. “You can’t fall if I’m holding you up, now can you?” The glint in his eyes and his mouth’s expression betrayed any ploy for being a good Samaritan.
“True,” Spain acknowledged with a slow nod. “But how will we walk?”
“Oh, that’s easy…” Prussia purred. One arm went around Spain’s waist, the other just above it across the small of his back. The grip tightened, and the older nation was lifted a minuscule distance from the ground.
A startled hiss of breath parted Spain’s lips. His eyes locked on the red ones in front of him as their midriffs brushed together with the soft motion. Then they were moving, and in only four steps Spain felt the edge of the table dig into his hips. For one brief, arguably hopeful moment, he though that Prussia was going to push him down onto it and repeat some of the scenes of the night before.
Instead, the red eyes snapped off his and onto the map.
Spain’s shoulders drooped in disbelief, and he blinked up at the face in front of him. There was a fond, amused note to the smile curving the brunette’s lips. “You have an attractive, naked man tied to you with a bedsheet… and you want to look at a map?”
Prussia let out a bark of laughter, the sound a low rumble in the warm chest pressed against Spain. “Trust me, I’ll be getting to you in a second. I just need to finish this first. France is probably off drinking with the troops, and you’ve slept all day. One of us has to be the military genius.”
Curious, Spain attempted to turn and found there was just enough slack in the sheet-cocoon to allow him to press his back to Prussia’s torso and look down at the table. “You put me in front,” he observed, green eyes darting over the figurines on the map.
Hands ran up his sides. “Don’t worry…” The words were a breath across his ear, and Spain tilted into the warmth. “I’ll be right behind you.”
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I'm loving this, anon! ;w;
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“Don’t worry ... I’ll be right behind you.”
There is SO MUCH innuendo in that!!!
Just freaking love this, and I'm sure you know why already... <33333333333
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