Five times my world broke. Once, I broke it 1/2
anonymous
May 7 2009, 21:58:47 UTC
1) It was never really about Silesia. Oh, for his boss, certainly. For the people, perhaps.
But for Prussia who is whispering into Austria's ears while he fucks him roughly, whispering what looks like sweet nothings but Hungary knows is taunts and reminders of the loss? For Prussia, it has always only been about two things and two things only - to see his enemies defeated, to feel them submit beneath him.
If she could, she would stop them. But not even her thousands of soldiers can do anything and so she watches, tears staining her eyes, hot wetness enfolding her fingers... she watches as Prussia tears of his trousers with a whooping laugh and she despises it. She watches when Prussia enters him, roughly, and she envies him.
She watches Austria's tear-filled eyes and Prussia's mad grin and she hates them both for making her feel like this; dirty, sinful... abandoned.
2) When they meet Prussia on the field, he is standing alone, while his king and shattered army flee for their lives. Hungary can not even determine if the blood is his or belongs to someone else, until he kneels before them and a fresh stream flows down his head.
"One night," he snarls at them, still so defiant, but his eyes never leaves Austria's, "one night, for his life!"
Russia is shaking with laughter. "You think too highly of yourself!"
But Austria, he only nods and Hungary knows then where she will spend the night.
She smiles at Prussia and bends close to him before he is led away, "Every time you meet on the battlefield, every time you speak, we will know what you volunteered to do," she whispers. "And he will never forget how you look tonight..." He stiffens. Says nothing but now, finally, his eyes darken in shame.
She wonders idly how he would look, if he realized that she too will know?
3) She can not believe it at first, when she finds them out in the forest. It is still early spring, cool and damp, but Austria does not seem to care about the mud clinging to his knees. His glasses have fallen off, but he is moaning beneath Prussia, whose face is flushed and strained. They move together and Hungary feels a new kind of pain; she thought, at least, that they would always only move against each other.
It is quick and dirty, afterwards the two do not speak to each other. But when Hungary, alone in the forest, replays the events while her hand rubs and pinches at that secret place, she remembers the almost spoken word on Austria's lips. When she comes, his name escapes her in a breathless cry and the memory of Prussia's slight smile burns inside her, all her old sins come back to haunt her in his pale form.
Five times my world broke. Once, I broke it 2/2
anonymous
May 7 2009, 21:59:31 UTC
4) "This is how you do it, once you've won," Prussia says calmly as he cuts the fine clothes of Austria. Behind his gag, said nation tries to protest this useless destruction, but Prussia doesn't listen.
"No good being too brutal," he continues, "you never know when the tide will turn." He is done, Austria is naked and as a finishing touch he plucks off the glasses. "Also," he says with a grin, "it's a lot more fun this way!"
From a simple wooden chair, Germany watches the proceedings. He is pale with horror, but unable to look away. Not that he is allowed to; sturdy ropes keep him where he is. Prussia has already made clear that he is not above a practical lesson if Germany seems unable to grasp it through a demonstration. Prussia, it turns out, does not take well to his brother harbouring rebellious elements towards him, not even if he tried to fight them down.
Behind an almost-closed door, Hungary watches, unseen. She is not allowed to be here, but she doesn't care. She would cross hell itself to see this. Sometimes, she wonders if she hasn't already.
"Now, brother," Prussia says, "I'll teach you a neat trick. You see, if Austria here sucks me off, " and his smile is almost fond as he plays with that solitary, rebellious strand of hair, "I'll become a lot more comfortable to him, afterwards. And if he sucks me off really, really well, I may even use some lube..."
5) Of course it will come to this, Hungary thinks, and giggles to herself. She is slightly tipsy - to be honest, she has been slightly tipsy for weeks now, drunk on the heady taste of freedom. Right now it's helped along with a good portion of Tokajer.
They've celebrated already, in bed, on the bed, in the kitchen, shower and even up against the piano. Her nipples stiffen at the memory of that, how Austria's lust finally overrode his musical sensibilities.
But now, it's all falling, like a particularly bloody house of cards. And West has finally let go of his brother for a while, who of course just had to come over and pester his favourite frilly fop.
It's a good thing she had plenty of vine, Hungary thinks and swallows an untimely hiccup. She feared for a while that they would just stand around snarking at each other all day long...
Then, finally, Prussia said something too rude and Austria grabbed his collar and someone wrestled someone else to the floor and then they were kissing, tearing at clothes and generally giving Hungary a wonderful reward for her patience.
6) Hungary is torn between joy and wariness. After Ivan, she was prepared to give up on all unions forever, but surely this time it will be different? If only she can keep up, hold her economy stable, she'll finally be able to bloom freely as never before. If only...
"Hey, there you are!" Prussia - no, eastern Germany these days - calls and waves at her. He's wearing only a pair of worn jeans and when Hungary sees Austria behind him, fussing with his tie, she knows what has just happened.
Damn! she thinks at first, I missed it!
"Congratulations, my dear," Austria says and gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "I am so happy that you have finally joined us!"
Hang on a moment, she thinks then, I have, haven't I?
And roughly three hundred years of sexual frustration tenses then, finally, snaps.
Before Austria has pulled back fully, she grabs hold of his tie and gives him a violent kiss, far from the gentle touches they used to share during their marriage.
Then, when he is still sputtering awkwardly, she grabs Prussia by the hair and pulls him near too. This one, of course, always quick to adapt, meets her halfway. His hand finds her breast in a move that makes her smirk; she knew he never forgot that touch all those years ago.
"Hu- Hungary!" Is Austria shocked? Or is that more the tone of arousal in his voice?
"Welcome to the union, baby!" Prussia says with a wink and grabs Austria's ass. "There are a lot of really boring meetings," somehow, they all end up in a tight hug and now her former husband's hand is also slowly moving towards her breasts, "but the neighbourly relations ain't half bad!"
"Oh, trust me," Hungary says with a secret smile, "I am perfectly aware of that."
Five times my world broke. Once, I broke it - Notes
anonymous
May 7 2009, 22:00:35 UTC
Notes: 1) War of the Austrian succession 2) Battle of Kunersdorf 3) First Coalition against Napoleon 4) Seven-Weeks War 5) Fall of the Soviet Union 6) Hungary joins the European Union
But for Prussia who is whispering into Austria's ears while he fucks him roughly, whispering what looks like sweet nothings but Hungary knows is taunts and reminders of the loss? For Prussia, it has always only been about two things and two things only - to see his enemies defeated, to feel them submit beneath him.
If she could, she would stop them. But not even her thousands of soldiers can do anything and so she watches, tears staining her eyes, hot wetness enfolding her fingers... she watches as Prussia tears of his trousers with a whooping laugh and she despises it. She watches when Prussia enters him, roughly, and she envies him.
She watches Austria's tear-filled eyes and Prussia's mad grin and she hates them both for making her feel like this; dirty, sinful... abandoned.
2) When they meet Prussia on the field, he is standing alone, while his king and shattered army flee for their lives. Hungary can not even determine if the blood is his or belongs to someone else, until he kneels before them and a fresh stream flows down his head.
"One night," he snarls at them, still so defiant, but his eyes never leaves Austria's, "one night, for his life!"
Russia is shaking with laughter. "You think too highly of yourself!"
But Austria, he only nods and Hungary knows then where she will spend the night.
She smiles at Prussia and bends close to him before he is led away, "Every time you meet on the battlefield, every time you speak, we will know what you volunteered to do," she whispers. "And he will never forget how you look tonight..." He stiffens. Says nothing but now, finally, his eyes darken in shame.
She wonders idly how he would look, if he realized that she too will know?
3) She can not believe it at first, when she finds them out in the forest. It is still early spring, cool and damp, but Austria does not seem to care about the mud clinging to his knees. His glasses have fallen off, but he is moaning beneath Prussia, whose face is flushed and strained. They move together and Hungary feels a new kind of pain; she thought, at least, that they would always only move against each other.
It is quick and dirty, afterwards the two do not speak to each other. But when Hungary, alone in the forest, replays the events while her hand rubs and pinches at that secret place, she remembers the almost spoken word on Austria's lips. When she comes, his name escapes her in a breathless cry and the memory of Prussia's slight smile burns inside her, all her old sins come back to haunt her in his pale form.
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"No good being too brutal," he continues, "you never know when the tide will turn." He is done, Austria is naked and as a finishing touch he plucks off the glasses. "Also," he says with a grin, "it's a lot more fun this way!"
From a simple wooden chair, Germany watches the proceedings. He is pale with horror, but unable to look away. Not that he is allowed to; sturdy ropes keep him where he is. Prussia has already made clear that he is not above a practical lesson if Germany seems unable to grasp it through a demonstration. Prussia, it turns out, does not take well to his brother harbouring rebellious elements towards him, not even if he tried to fight them down.
Behind an almost-closed door, Hungary watches, unseen. She is not allowed to be here, but she doesn't care. She would cross hell itself to see this. Sometimes, she wonders if she hasn't already.
"Now, brother," Prussia says, "I'll teach you a neat trick. You see, if Austria here sucks me off, " and his smile is almost fond as he plays with that solitary, rebellious strand of hair, "I'll become a lot more comfortable to him, afterwards. And if he sucks me off really, really well, I may even use some lube..."
5) Of course it will come to this, Hungary thinks, and giggles to herself. She is slightly tipsy - to be honest, she has been slightly tipsy for weeks now, drunk on the heady taste of freedom. Right now it's helped along with a good portion of Tokajer.
They've celebrated already, in bed, on the bed, in the kitchen, shower and even up against the piano. Her nipples stiffen at the memory of that, how Austria's lust finally overrode his musical sensibilities.
But now, it's all falling, like a particularly bloody house of cards. And West has finally let go of his brother for a while, who of course just had to come over and pester his favourite frilly fop.
It's a good thing she had plenty of vine, Hungary thinks and swallows an untimely hiccup. She feared for a while that they would just stand around snarking at each other all day long...
Then, finally, Prussia said something too rude and Austria grabbed his collar and someone wrestled someone else to the floor and then they were kissing, tearing at clothes and generally giving Hungary a wonderful reward for her patience.
6) Hungary is torn between joy and wariness. After Ivan, she was prepared to give up on all unions forever, but surely this time it will be different? If only she can keep up, hold her economy stable, she'll finally be able to bloom freely as never before. If only...
"Hey, there you are!" Prussia - no, eastern Germany these days - calls and waves at her. He's wearing only a pair of worn jeans and when Hungary sees Austria behind him, fussing with his tie, she knows what has just happened.
Damn! she thinks at first, I missed it!
"Congratulations, my dear," Austria says and gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "I am so happy that you have finally joined us!"
Hang on a moment, she thinks then, I have, haven't I?
And roughly three hundred years of sexual frustration tenses then, finally, snaps.
Before Austria has pulled back fully, she grabs hold of his tie and gives him a violent kiss, far from the gentle touches they used to share during their marriage.
Then, when he is still sputtering awkwardly, she grabs Prussia by the hair and pulls him near too. This one, of course, always quick to adapt, meets her halfway. His hand finds her breast in a move that makes her smirk; she knew he never forgot that touch all those years ago.
"Hu- Hungary!" Is Austria shocked? Or is that more the tone of arousal in his voice?
"Welcome to the union, baby!" Prussia says with a wink and grabs Austria's ass.
"There are a lot of really boring meetings," somehow, they all end up in a tight hug and now her former husband's hand is also slowly moving towards her breasts, "but the neighbourly relations ain't half bad!"
"Oh, trust me," Hungary says with a secret smile, "I am perfectly aware of that."
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1) War of the Austrian succession
2) Battle of Kunersdorf
3) First Coalition against Napoleon
4) Seven-Weeks War
5) Fall of the Soviet Union
6) Hungary joins the European Union
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I ttaly love this fandom *heart*
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PERFECT. Love how you've embedded this in historical context, and the interaction between the three is lovely.
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