Cross-posted from Hentai Contest
Title: Mon Été Sans Soucis
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia/Frederick II
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3640
Summary: Frederick and Prussia spend the first of many summers away from the pressures of the court in Berlin at Frederick’s little summer palace, San Souci…
Author’s notes: Descriptions of San Souci come from Wikipedia as well as my own memories of a show about the place, so any inaccuracies are my own. There is much speculation surrounding Frederick II’s sexuality as life at San Souci was rife with homoerotic banter. Many of his guests were known to be openly gay and it was no secret at the time that Frederick had very little to do with his wife, or women in general, except for his sister, Wilhelmine. Also when he was younger, he ran off with his best friend, Hans Herman von Katte to get away from his abusive father, Frederick William I, when they were found and hauled back home, Frederick was force to watch the execution of his friend, which he took very hard. Also his father considered him to be effeminate from an early age so it seems likely he was gay, not there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, it gives credence to the idea that he probably would have slept with a certain albino Country-tan…
Author’s note 2: This was written for Lj’s Hentai Contest’s “How I spent my summer vacation” free write as well as DA’s Hetalia-fc-and-rp’s Hetalia contest.
Author’s note 3: The following was inspired by the beautiful kiriban artwork I won form Finsu, which can be found here: http://finsu.deviantart.com/art/Kiriban-Prize-APH-Prussia-x-Fritz-400697484
“What do you think?” Frederick said as they stood in the cour d'honneur of the young king’s summer retreat. “It’s mein Weinberghäuschen.”
“It looks good so far,” Prussia teased, “for a little vineyard house.”
“Gilbert!” Frederick said, giving his friend’s name a French lilt.
Prussia snorted in amusement. “Well, given that I’ve only seen the back façade…”
Frederick smiled and shook his head. “Come; let me give you the grand tour.” Clasping Prussia on the back, the two of them headed towards the little palace that graced the king’s demesne. “I’m calling it ‘San Souci,’ you know, ‘without care.’”
“I know what it means, Fritz,” Prussia said, “You did spend more than half a lifetime teaching me that sissy language of yours.”
Frederick nodded. “And I see you only remember how to speak it whenever there’s a letter from Voltaire or…” he paused, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “we’re in bed.”
“That’s cuz the ladies love that sissy shit!” Prussia grinned.
“Such insolence!” Frederick said in a huff as he threw open the doors and stepped inside.
He may have sounded angry to an outsider, but Prussia knew better. He smirked as he followed him inside. “Yeah, that’s why you love me…” he trailed off when he entered the little palace. Prussia looked around him in awe as he entered the Entrance Hall. It was as simple as the exterior; ten pairs of white stucco marble Corinthian columns topped with gilded capitals lined the walls of the rectangular room. Three overdoor reliefs of Bacchus continued the classical theme as well as reflecting Frederick’s vineyards. “Nice…”
“Look up,” Frederick said, pointing upwards.
Prussia grinned as he did what he was told. The look on the king’s face reminded him of all the times when Frederick was just a boy and Prussia had given him a new book or a new piece of music for his flute. On the ceiling, Prussia saw to his delight, was a painting of the goddess Flora and her acolytes tossing down flowers from the sky. He laughed.
“I thought you’d like that.”
“I do, Fritz. So let’s see the rest of your Weinberghäuschen.”
Frederick led Prussia through the white-and-gold oval Marmorsaal, pointing out the domed cupola and beautiful white Carrara marble columns with fat little stucco putti dangling their feet from the tops of the cornices. The “Marble Hall” was the principle reception room for the little palace. “I had Italian marble intarsia inlaid in the floor in a trellis pattern…” Frederick said while Prussia looked around the room. They stood in front of the three arched windows that faced the terraced gardens, flanking them were two niches that held a statue of Venus Urania and Apollo. “Those were done by the French sculptor Francois Gaspard Adam.”
“They’re beautiful, Fritz. Now everyone will know that San Souci is a place where nature and art are one.”
Frederick blushed. “Yeah…” When Prussia headed towards the doors leading to the garden, he stopped him. “This way, Gilbert.”
Prussia turned and followed.
“We’ll go look at the gardens later. I want to finish showing you mein Weinberghäuschen.”
“Lead on, Fritz,” Prussia said as the two of them walked into the adjoining room.
“I figured we could use this as an audience room as well as a dining room.”
Prussia nodded as he looked around. “I see this is where a lot of your favorite art went.” He smiled. “It looks good, Fritz, like your own version on Versailles.”
Frederick nodded. “Well, I was thinking it could be more like my private retreat... a simple place where I could escape the court in the summer and just enjoy myself.”
“Yeah…”
“And this is the music room,” Frederick said as they entered another room.
“Well, the fortepiano kinda gave that away, Fritz,” Prussia teased, “just saying and all.”
Frederick laughed. “Anyway, I thought we could hire some musicians to come and play and entertain everyone and we could have discussions on art and literature and …”
“And all that sissy stuff you love,” Prussia chuckled.
“Yeah… and this,” they walked into the next room, “is my study and over there is my bedroom. And come, you’ve gotta see this, Gilbert!” Frederick led him down a narrow passageway. At the end of it was another circular room, the walls paneled in cedar wood and lined with bookcases. The rich brown shades and golden Rocaille ornaments lent a peaceful air to the room. Prussia smiled. This would have been a dream come true of a room for Frederick when he was younger with all the books, ranging from Greek and Roman writings to the French literature he loved.
“And you designed it all by yourself?”
Frederick nodded. “Do you want to see the gallery and the guest rooms?”
“Lead on,” Prussia said as they left the king’s private chambers. “This is beautifully done, Fritz. I’m impressed.”
Frederick led him through the rest of the small palace, occasionally stopping to point out something of interest out to Prussia. A few minutes later, they ended up in one of the west wing’s guest rooms, the layout mimicking the setup of the east wing. “If you want, you can have your pick of the rooms, or you could simply stay with me.”
“Yeah?” Prussia said and Frederick nodded in reply. “I think I’d like that as long it won’t cause you any trouble.”
“The servants know better than to talk, Gilbert.” And I really don’t care if they do… If I want to sleep with my best friend, instead of my wife, then so be it…
“Still…”
Frederick shrugged and chuckled softly at the way Prussia’s cheeks heated up. You’re so cute when you’re being prudish, Gilbert…
“When’s your wife arriving? Cuz I was thinking, maybe I should pick out a guest room, before all the good ones are taken.”
“She’s not. I don’t want any women here at all, Gilbert.”
Prussia raised an eyebrow at him.
Frederick dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “If I want to hear the chattering of magpies, then I’ll open the window.”
“She loves you, Fritz, although, with an attitude like that, I can’t see why.” Prussia, knowing Frederick’s tendencies, still could not help feeling sorry for Elizabeth Christine, who up until Frederick William’s death, had been used by Frederick to gain favors from his father. Prussia often wondered if the old king had not liked his daughter-in-law so much, if things might have been different for her.
“She was my father’s choice, not mine.” And I’m well aware that she’s a good woman, but I can’t bring myself to have any feelings towards her… It’s not like I hate her, it’s just that I don’t have any feelings at all towards her or any other woman for that matter…
“Don’t tell me you’re still pining for that Austrian bitch?” Prussia teased in an attempt at lightening the mood.
Frederick snorted. “Come,” he said, changing the subject, “let’s go see the gardens.”
“Lead on, Fritz,” Prussia said as he followed him back through the corridors and out through the south or garden façade. As they walked down the stairs, the king pointed out to his friend the various grape vines and greenhouse niches that housed fig trees that were terraced down the side of the grand outdoor staircase. Reaching the bottom, they toured the grounds. Frederick told him that once all the servants arrived, the fountains in the pools would be turned on and Prussia was suitably impressed with the place as they walked along the tree-lined path.
“Shall we go in and have lunch?’ I’m afraid I can’t offer you much, Gilbert; as the kitchen staff hasn’t arrived yet, but I was told we should be able find something to eat.”
“So we’re roughing it in style, hunh?” Prussia smirked.
“Yeah.” Frederick laughed.
“Well, I’m sure it’s certainly better than whatever one has on hand to fill the pot while out on campaign.” Prussia took a deep breath as they climbed the stairs leading back up to the south façade. “It definitely smells better here than gunpowder and the stink of sweat and fear, and the wounded and dying, and the already dead…”
“True… but I’m afraid it lacks the excitement of camp.”
“It’s okay, Fritz, I promise I won’t let my disappointment show,” Prussia quipped as he clasped his hand on Frederick’s shoulder. The two of them laughed and upon reaching the top, they went back inside the little palace. It did not take long for the two of them to find the kitchen, and when they did, a thorough search netted them a simple lunch of bread, cheese, and wine with fruit for dessert.
They decided that they would dine in Frederick’s rooms and on the way out of the kitchen; Prussia grabbed an extra bottle of wine. Thanks to the smallness of San Souci, they reached the king’s private rooms a few minutes later. Frederick sat in his favorite armchair, which had been moved here a few days ago along with the rest of the furnishings. Prussia sat opposite him in a chair he dragged over, a small table laden with their simple lunch between them.
“So what do you think of the place?” Frederick asked as Prussia poured the wine into two glasses. He picked up his glass and drank.
“I like it. I think having a place where you can take a vacation from being king’ll be good for you.” Prussia sipped his wine.
“I hadn’t thought it like that, but yeah…” Frederick smiled.
Prussia nodded. “It’s like a break in the battle, where things stop, and instead of collecting the wounded and the dying; you can collect your thoughts and get away from all the nonsense.” He popped a bit of cheese in his mouth and ate it. “Everyone needs a break and it’s not like the world’s going to end if you’re not in Berlin.”
Frederick nodded as he helped himself to some bread, washing it down with a mouthful of wine.
“And I’m sure your friends’ll love coming here in the summer. We can go riding or sit around like a bunch of old Greeks and talk philosophy and have little concerts at night.” Prussia drank his wine. “You remembered to pack your flute, right?”
Frederick sighed. “I forget something one time and now you’ll never let me forget it.”
Prussia laughed. “Nope.”
“Maybe I should have forgotten you,” Frederick teased.
“Hey!” Prussia said, playfully putting his hand on his chest as he did his best to look upset.”I’m hurt, Fritz.”
“Then I suppose we’ll just have to kiss and make up…” Frederick leaned across the small table.
Prussia met him half way. “I guess so…” Tilting his head to the side, he kissed his beloved.
“Shall we then?” Frederick murmured against his lips.
“Yeah…”
Breaking the kiss, they got up from the table, and walking around it, Prussia walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Frederick, pulling him close. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” he said huskily. Will you sleep with me…?
“Natürlich werde ich dich ficken,”Frederick said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile. “Gab es irgendwelche Zweifel daran, dass ich nicht würde?” He ground his hips against his friend and lover’s. Of course I’ll fuck you… was there any doubt that I wouldn’t…?
Prussia laughed, delighted when his beloved spoke German. Then again, aside from addressing his troops and those back home in his court who did not speak French or when he was in the stables with his beloved horses, Frederick only spoke German when he was in bed with him. Prussia on the other hand, made a point of speaking to him like he was a French whore in the shared intimacy of the bedroom. It was a little game they played that recalled their first intimate moment together. He kissed Frederick again, deepening it, and savoring the taste of him. He loved the way his beloved’s tongue slid past his own as they explored the warm confines of each other’s mouth.
Hands tugged on clothing, neither one wanting to break the kiss, until they both had to come up for air. All it took was for Prussia to smirk at him, with Frederick smirking back, for the two of them to start getting undressed. Leaving their clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, they playfully raced each other to see who could get naked first, the winner crawling into bed and warming it up for the other.
Prussia decided to take his time as much as he could. He liked watching Frederick undress and he kept stealing glances at his beloved whenever he thought the king was not looking. That was until Frederick caught him at it and threw a balled up stocking at his head, hitting Prussia right between the eyes. “Hey!”
“What? You’re the one cheating, not me,” Frederick said as he pulled his undershirt up over his head. Clad only in his under-breeches, he stared pointedly at Prussia, who had only managed to unbutton the collar and cuffs of his undershirt and was still dressed in his linen under-breeches and stockings.
“Yeah, but I’m not the one who’s parading around in just his under-breeches,” Prussia countered, a delicate rosy hue staining his cheeks and ears pink. “And looking very… good, tasty, I-want-you-now, while doing it…”
“Come’re, mein Häschen,” Frederick said as he stepped closer to him. Why are you so adorable, my little bunny…? Taking Prussia’s face in his hands, he leaned in for a kiss. Prussia deepened it and a few minutes later, after they had broken it, Frederick was eagerly undressing his beloved. First his undershirt, then his under-breeches and stockings, the king took his time removing Prussia’s clothes with the same care and consideration the king’s personal body-servant had when undressing him.. Strong calloused hands ghosted over the planes of Prussia’s body as each item of clothing was removed. They paid particular attention to his cock, stroking the rigid column of flesh, before Frederick suddenly stopped to remove the rest of his own clothes.
Their clothes were strewn about the floor as the two of them held each other close, savoring the skin to skin contact. Prussia’s hands slid down Frederick’s back, until he was cupping his beloved’s muscular butt. Grinding their hips together, Prussia’s soft moan was swallowed up in Frederick’s kiss.
“Bed…” Frederick murmured against Prussia’s lips. “Now…”
Pulling back, Prussia teased, “I thought you didn’t want to.” He smirked.
Frederick heaved a long suffering sigh. “You’re incorrigible; you know that, mein Häschen?”
“Oui!” Prussia’s smirk broadened into a grin.
Frederick smirked. Before Prussia could do anything other than knit his brows together in a puzzled frown, Frederick grabbed him by the cock and simply led him towards the bed. Prussia had no choice but to follow not that he minded. Once there, they crawled into bed and lay together, recapturing the moment. With heated kisses and wandering hands, they explored each other’s bodies. Prussia crawled on top of Frederick, blanketing him. He playfully nipped at his beloved’s jaw line, before moving to trail a line of butterfly soft kisses down his throat.
“Gilbert…?” Frederick moaned softly.
“Hmmm…?”
“Fick mich wie diese.” Fuck me like this…
Prussia sat up, straddling Frederick’s thighs. “How?”
“Face to face. I want to watch you fuck me, mein Häschen.”
“Oh…” Prussia quickly got off him, settling between his lover’s spread legs. He watched as Frederick reached down, pulling his knees to his chest. Prussia spat on his fingers, and using it as makeshift lube, he teased his beloved’s puckered entrance. Frederick moaned softly when he pushed a finger inside. Prussia moved his finger in and out, eventually adding another one. He loved the way his beloved’s face contorted in pleasure. Judging him to be prepped enough as well as wanting to get some pleasure of his own out of it, Prussia removed his fingers. He spat on them again, lubing Frederick’s hole, before spitting again and using his saliva to lube the head of his cock. Leaning forward and lining himself up, he pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
Prussia moaned softly. Frederick’s tightness felt good as he built his rhythm. As he thrust in and out, he could feel his beloved’s hardness rubbing against his belly. Frederick’s soft moaning was a delicate countermelody to Prussia’s equally soft grunts as he pushed the two of them closer and closer to completion.
Frederick fisted the sheets. He loved giving in bed as well as receiving, and the way Prussia’s belly was rubbing against his cock with each thrust, sent little waves of pleasure up and down his spine, where it eventually pooled deep within his cock and balls. He moaned loudly, briefly opening his eyes, as he watched the play of emotion that flitted across Prussia’s face. His lover’s brow was damp with sweat from his exertion, as his beloved always gave him his all in bed. It didn’t matter if he was sucking him off or ploughing his arse; Prussia had a way of wringing every ounce of pleasure from the moment.
Speeding up his rhythm, only to drop it down to a more sedate pace, Prussia was trying to prolong his pleasure as well as Frederick’s. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could do, until he reached his limit. When Frederick moaned and clamped around him, before spewing his hot essence between them, Prussia felt his own balls tightening. Another quick, hard thrust and he came with a loud moan.
While the two men were busy in bed, Frederick’s personal body servant entered the room. He took note of what was going on and promptly dismissed it. He was there to make sure the king’s trunks had been delivered to the correct rooms and he set about unpacking. If Frederick and his friend wanted to engage in buggery, that was their business, not his. Besides, it was not the first time he had walked in on a similar scene between them and he prided himself on being discreet as well as unobtrusive enough so as not to disturb them. Unfortunately, his timing was slightly off and he had caught them as they had finished.
Prussia kissed Frederick’s nose, and throwing the cool cotton sheets off of them, he pulled out. While he was sitting back on his heels, he felt another presence in the room. He looked over his shoulder only to find much to his horror there was indeed someone else in the room. He flopped forward, desperately trying to cover Frederick’s nakedness with his own. Frederick, on the hand, was shaking with silent mirth. His beloved Gilbert, who could be exceedingly earthy and crude when the situation warranted it, was inexplicablely prudish at times. Somehow, Frederick managed rein in his laughter just long enough to curtly dismiss the servant before his poor little Bunny died of embarrassment.
Prussia buried his face in Frederick’s neck. He felt like his cheeks were on fire, he was blushing so hard. He wondered how long the servant had been there and what he had seen. While he knew Frederick did not care if anyone knew of his predilection for men, he did not want the king’s love life to be the number one topic of gossip here at his retreat. He relaxed when Frederick had wrapped his arms around him to the point of pillowing his head on his beloved’s shoulder. When the king finally stopped laughing softly, Prussia said, “… Well… That was awkward…” only to start his beloved laughing again.
“Yeah…” Frederick chortled. “But there’s no need to be upset, Gilbert, he won’t talk and if he does, who cares?”
“But…?”
“But nothing. Besides, he knows, if he wants to keep his job, he’s got to be discreet.”
“But I was… you know… with you…” Prussia struggled to say.
“Gilbert, seriously, it’s fine. This is San Souci, without care… my little retreat from the world and if I want to enjoy the company of another man in my bed, then I shall.”
“But…”
“Sssh… Say no more and just lie with me, mein Häschen.” Frederick kissed the top of Prussia’s head. “I want to have a whole summer like this, without any cares or worries or pressures.”
“Okay.”
“And if I want to gather my closest friends in here so they can watch us fuck, then you’ll like it.” Frederick gently caressed Prussia’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
“If you say so, Fritz…” Prussia said as he nuzzled his beloved’s hand.
“Don’t worry; I won’t. All I want, Gilbert,” Frederick said, giving his friend and lover’s name a French lilt, “mein Häschen, is a summer where I can just simply enjoy myself and indulge in everything that brings me pleasure, especially you…”
Prussia tilted his head up to look at him, a faint smirk tugging the corner of his mouth upwards. “Fair enough.” His smirk softened into a shy smile. “And I’ll do my best, Fritz, to help indulge you.”
“Fair enough,” Frederick repeated. “How about we start now and you indulge me with a kiss?’
“With pleasure,” Prussia said as he moved to kiss him as there was nothing he would not do for his beloved.
A few days later, the first of several invitations were sent out. Prussia and Frederick made the most of their time alone together, before the first guests began to arrive. Whether the time was spent together in bed, or reading and discussing the writing of the ancient Greeks, or walking the grounds of San Souci, they were inseparable as a pair of younger lovers were wont to be. When the guests finally did arrive, they continued to behave that way, setting the tone for the first of many summers spent there.
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia/Frederick II
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3640
Summary: Frederick and Prussia spend the first of many summers away from the pressures of the court in Berlin at Frederick’s little summer palace, San Souci…
Author’s notes: Descriptions of San Souci come from Wikipedia as well as my own memories of a show about the place, so any inaccuracies are my own. There is much speculation surrounding Frederick II’s sexuality as life at San Souci was rife with homoerotic banter. Many of his guests were known to be openly gay and it was no secret at the time that Frederick had very little to do with his wife, or women in general, except for his sister, Wilhelmine. Also when he was younger, he ran off with his best friend, Hans Herman von Katte to get away from his abusive father, Frederick William I, when they were found and hauled back home, Frederick was force to watch the execution of his friend, which he took very hard. Also his father considered him to be effeminate from an early age so it seems likely he was gay, not there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, it gives credence to the idea that he probably would have slept with a certain albino Country-tan…
Author’s note 2: This was written for Lj’s Hentai Contest’s “How I spent my summer vacation” free write as well as DA’s Hetalia-fc-and-rp’s Hetalia contest.
Author’s note 3: The following was inspired by the beautiful kiriban artwork I won form Finsu, which can be found here: http://finsu.deviantart.com/art/Kiriban-Prize-APH-Prussia-x-Fritz-400697484
“What do you think?” Frederick said as they stood in the cour d'honneur of the young king’s summer retreat. “It’s mein Weinberghäuschen.”
“It looks good so far,” Prussia teased, “for a little vineyard house.”
“Gilbert!” Frederick said, giving his friend’s name a French lilt.
Prussia snorted in amusement. “Well, given that I’ve only seen the back façade…”
Frederick smiled and shook his head. “Come; let me give you the grand tour.” Clasping Prussia on the back, the two of them headed towards the little palace that graced the king’s demesne. “I’m calling it ‘San Souci,’ you know, ‘without care.’”
“I know what it means, Fritz,” Prussia said, “You did spend more than half a lifetime teaching me that sissy language of yours.”
Frederick nodded. “And I see you only remember how to speak it whenever there’s a letter from Voltaire or…” he paused, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “we’re in bed.”
“That’s cuz the ladies love that sissy shit!” Prussia grinned.
“Such insolence!” Frederick said in a huff as he threw open the doors and stepped inside.
He may have sounded angry to an outsider, but Prussia knew better. He smirked as he followed him inside. “Yeah, that’s why you love me…” he trailed off when he entered the little palace. Prussia looked around him in awe as he entered the Entrance Hall. It was as simple as the exterior; ten pairs of white stucco marble Corinthian columns topped with gilded capitals lined the walls of the rectangular room. Three overdoor reliefs of Bacchus continued the classical theme as well as reflecting Frederick’s vineyards. “Nice…”
“Look up,” Frederick said, pointing upwards.
Prussia grinned as he did what he was told. The look on the king’s face reminded him of all the times when Frederick was just a boy and Prussia had given him a new book or a new piece of music for his flute. On the ceiling, Prussia saw to his delight, was a painting of the goddess Flora and her acolytes tossing down flowers from the sky. He laughed.
“I thought you’d like that.”
“I do, Fritz. So let’s see the rest of your Weinberghäuschen.”
Frederick led Prussia through the white-and-gold oval Marmorsaal, pointing out the domed cupola and beautiful white Carrara marble columns with fat little stucco putti dangling their feet from the tops of the cornices. The “Marble Hall” was the principle reception room for the little palace. “I had Italian marble intarsia inlaid in the floor in a trellis pattern…” Frederick said while Prussia looked around the room. They stood in front of the three arched windows that faced the terraced gardens, flanking them were two niches that held a statue of Venus Urania and Apollo. “Those were done by the French sculptor Francois Gaspard Adam.”
“They’re beautiful, Fritz. Now everyone will know that San Souci is a place where nature and art are one.”
Frederick blushed. “Yeah…” When Prussia headed towards the doors leading to the garden, he stopped him. “This way, Gilbert.”
Prussia turned and followed.
“We’ll go look at the gardens later. I want to finish showing you mein Weinberghäuschen.”
“Lead on, Fritz,” Prussia said as the two of them walked into the adjoining room.
“I figured we could use this as an audience room as well as a dining room.”
Prussia nodded as he looked around. “I see this is where a lot of your favorite art went.” He smiled. “It looks good, Fritz, like your own version on Versailles.”
Frederick nodded. “Well, I was thinking it could be more like my private retreat... a simple place where I could escape the court in the summer and just enjoy myself.”
“Yeah…”
“And this is the music room,” Frederick said as they entered another room.
“Well, the fortepiano kinda gave that away, Fritz,” Prussia teased, “just saying and all.”
Frederick laughed. “Anyway, I thought we could hire some musicians to come and play and entertain everyone and we could have discussions on art and literature and …”
“And all that sissy stuff you love,” Prussia chuckled.
“Yeah… and this,” they walked into the next room, “is my study and over there is my bedroom. And come, you’ve gotta see this, Gilbert!” Frederick led him down a narrow passageway. At the end of it was another circular room, the walls paneled in cedar wood and lined with bookcases. The rich brown shades and golden Rocaille ornaments lent a peaceful air to the room. Prussia smiled. This would have been a dream come true of a room for Frederick when he was younger with all the books, ranging from Greek and Roman writings to the French literature he loved.
“And you designed it all by yourself?”
Frederick nodded. “Do you want to see the gallery and the guest rooms?”
“Lead on,” Prussia said as they left the king’s private chambers. “This is beautifully done, Fritz. I’m impressed.”
Frederick led him through the rest of the small palace, occasionally stopping to point out something of interest out to Prussia. A few minutes later, they ended up in one of the west wing’s guest rooms, the layout mimicking the setup of the east wing. “If you want, you can have your pick of the rooms, or you could simply stay with me.”
“Yeah?” Prussia said and Frederick nodded in reply. “I think I’d like that as long it won’t cause you any trouble.”
“The servants know better than to talk, Gilbert.” And I really don’t care if they do… If I want to sleep with my best friend, instead of my wife, then so be it…
“Still…”
Frederick shrugged and chuckled softly at the way Prussia’s cheeks heated up. You’re so cute when you’re being prudish, Gilbert…
“When’s your wife arriving? Cuz I was thinking, maybe I should pick out a guest room, before all the good ones are taken.”
“She’s not. I don’t want any women here at all, Gilbert.”
Prussia raised an eyebrow at him.
Frederick dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “If I want to hear the chattering of magpies, then I’ll open the window.”
“She loves you, Fritz, although, with an attitude like that, I can’t see why.” Prussia, knowing Frederick’s tendencies, still could not help feeling sorry for Elizabeth Christine, who up until Frederick William’s death, had been used by Frederick to gain favors from his father. Prussia often wondered if the old king had not liked his daughter-in-law so much, if things might have been different for her.
“She was my father’s choice, not mine.” And I’m well aware that she’s a good woman, but I can’t bring myself to have any feelings towards her… It’s not like I hate her, it’s just that I don’t have any feelings at all towards her or any other woman for that matter…
“Don’t tell me you’re still pining for that Austrian bitch?” Prussia teased in an attempt at lightening the mood.
Frederick snorted. “Come,” he said, changing the subject, “let’s go see the gardens.”
“Lead on, Fritz,” Prussia said as he followed him back through the corridors and out through the south or garden façade. As they walked down the stairs, the king pointed out to his friend the various grape vines and greenhouse niches that housed fig trees that were terraced down the side of the grand outdoor staircase. Reaching the bottom, they toured the grounds. Frederick told him that once all the servants arrived, the fountains in the pools would be turned on and Prussia was suitably impressed with the place as they walked along the tree-lined path.
“Shall we go in and have lunch?’ I’m afraid I can’t offer you much, Gilbert; as the kitchen staff hasn’t arrived yet, but I was told we should be able find something to eat.”
“So we’re roughing it in style, hunh?” Prussia smirked.
“Yeah.” Frederick laughed.
“Well, I’m sure it’s certainly better than whatever one has on hand to fill the pot while out on campaign.” Prussia took a deep breath as they climbed the stairs leading back up to the south façade. “It definitely smells better here than gunpowder and the stink of sweat and fear, and the wounded and dying, and the already dead…”
“True… but I’m afraid it lacks the excitement of camp.”
“It’s okay, Fritz, I promise I won’t let my disappointment show,” Prussia quipped as he clasped his hand on Frederick’s shoulder. The two of them laughed and upon reaching the top, they went back inside the little palace. It did not take long for the two of them to find the kitchen, and when they did, a thorough search netted them a simple lunch of bread, cheese, and wine with fruit for dessert.
They decided that they would dine in Frederick’s rooms and on the way out of the kitchen; Prussia grabbed an extra bottle of wine. Thanks to the smallness of San Souci, they reached the king’s private rooms a few minutes later. Frederick sat in his favorite armchair, which had been moved here a few days ago along with the rest of the furnishings. Prussia sat opposite him in a chair he dragged over, a small table laden with their simple lunch between them.
“So what do you think of the place?” Frederick asked as Prussia poured the wine into two glasses. He picked up his glass and drank.
“I like it. I think having a place where you can take a vacation from being king’ll be good for you.” Prussia sipped his wine.
“I hadn’t thought it like that, but yeah…” Frederick smiled.
Prussia nodded. “It’s like a break in the battle, where things stop, and instead of collecting the wounded and the dying; you can collect your thoughts and get away from all the nonsense.” He popped a bit of cheese in his mouth and ate it. “Everyone needs a break and it’s not like the world’s going to end if you’re not in Berlin.”
Frederick nodded as he helped himself to some bread, washing it down with a mouthful of wine.
“And I’m sure your friends’ll love coming here in the summer. We can go riding or sit around like a bunch of old Greeks and talk philosophy and have little concerts at night.” Prussia drank his wine. “You remembered to pack your flute, right?”
Frederick sighed. “I forget something one time and now you’ll never let me forget it.”
Prussia laughed. “Nope.”
“Maybe I should have forgotten you,” Frederick teased.
“Hey!” Prussia said, playfully putting his hand on his chest as he did his best to look upset.”I’m hurt, Fritz.”
“Then I suppose we’ll just have to kiss and make up…” Frederick leaned across the small table.
Prussia met him half way. “I guess so…” Tilting his head to the side, he kissed his beloved.
“Shall we then?” Frederick murmured against his lips.
“Yeah…”
Breaking the kiss, they got up from the table, and walking around it, Prussia walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Frederick, pulling him close. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” he said huskily. Will you sleep with me…?
“Natürlich werde ich dich ficken,”Frederick said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smile. “Gab es irgendwelche Zweifel daran, dass ich nicht würde?” He ground his hips against his friend and lover’s. Of course I’ll fuck you… was there any doubt that I wouldn’t…?
Prussia laughed, delighted when his beloved spoke German. Then again, aside from addressing his troops and those back home in his court who did not speak French or when he was in the stables with his beloved horses, Frederick only spoke German when he was in bed with him. Prussia on the other hand, made a point of speaking to him like he was a French whore in the shared intimacy of the bedroom. It was a little game they played that recalled their first intimate moment together. He kissed Frederick again, deepening it, and savoring the taste of him. He loved the way his beloved’s tongue slid past his own as they explored the warm confines of each other’s mouth.
Hands tugged on clothing, neither one wanting to break the kiss, until they both had to come up for air. All it took was for Prussia to smirk at him, with Frederick smirking back, for the two of them to start getting undressed. Leaving their clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, they playfully raced each other to see who could get naked first, the winner crawling into bed and warming it up for the other.
Prussia decided to take his time as much as he could. He liked watching Frederick undress and he kept stealing glances at his beloved whenever he thought the king was not looking. That was until Frederick caught him at it and threw a balled up stocking at his head, hitting Prussia right between the eyes. “Hey!”
“What? You’re the one cheating, not me,” Frederick said as he pulled his undershirt up over his head. Clad only in his under-breeches, he stared pointedly at Prussia, who had only managed to unbutton the collar and cuffs of his undershirt and was still dressed in his linen under-breeches and stockings.
“Yeah, but I’m not the one who’s parading around in just his under-breeches,” Prussia countered, a delicate rosy hue staining his cheeks and ears pink. “And looking very… good, tasty, I-want-you-now, while doing it…”
“Come’re, mein Häschen,” Frederick said as he stepped closer to him. Why are you so adorable, my little bunny…? Taking Prussia’s face in his hands, he leaned in for a kiss. Prussia deepened it and a few minutes later, after they had broken it, Frederick was eagerly undressing his beloved. First his undershirt, then his under-breeches and stockings, the king took his time removing Prussia’s clothes with the same care and consideration the king’s personal body-servant had when undressing him.. Strong calloused hands ghosted over the planes of Prussia’s body as each item of clothing was removed. They paid particular attention to his cock, stroking the rigid column of flesh, before Frederick suddenly stopped to remove the rest of his own clothes.
Their clothes were strewn about the floor as the two of them held each other close, savoring the skin to skin contact. Prussia’s hands slid down Frederick’s back, until he was cupping his beloved’s muscular butt. Grinding their hips together, Prussia’s soft moan was swallowed up in Frederick’s kiss.
“Bed…” Frederick murmured against Prussia’s lips. “Now…”
Pulling back, Prussia teased, “I thought you didn’t want to.” He smirked.
Frederick heaved a long suffering sigh. “You’re incorrigible; you know that, mein Häschen?”
“Oui!” Prussia’s smirk broadened into a grin.
Frederick smirked. Before Prussia could do anything other than knit his brows together in a puzzled frown, Frederick grabbed him by the cock and simply led him towards the bed. Prussia had no choice but to follow not that he minded. Once there, they crawled into bed and lay together, recapturing the moment. With heated kisses and wandering hands, they explored each other’s bodies. Prussia crawled on top of Frederick, blanketing him. He playfully nipped at his beloved’s jaw line, before moving to trail a line of butterfly soft kisses down his throat.
“Gilbert…?” Frederick moaned softly.
“Hmmm…?”
“Fick mich wie diese.” Fuck me like this…
Prussia sat up, straddling Frederick’s thighs. “How?”
“Face to face. I want to watch you fuck me, mein Häschen.”
“Oh…” Prussia quickly got off him, settling between his lover’s spread legs. He watched as Frederick reached down, pulling his knees to his chest. Prussia spat on his fingers, and using it as makeshift lube, he teased his beloved’s puckered entrance. Frederick moaned softly when he pushed a finger inside. Prussia moved his finger in and out, eventually adding another one. He loved the way his beloved’s face contorted in pleasure. Judging him to be prepped enough as well as wanting to get some pleasure of his own out of it, Prussia removed his fingers. He spat on them again, lubing Frederick’s hole, before spitting again and using his saliva to lube the head of his cock. Leaning forward and lining himself up, he pushed past the tight ring of muscle.
Prussia moaned softly. Frederick’s tightness felt good as he built his rhythm. As he thrust in and out, he could feel his beloved’s hardness rubbing against his belly. Frederick’s soft moaning was a delicate countermelody to Prussia’s equally soft grunts as he pushed the two of them closer and closer to completion.
Frederick fisted the sheets. He loved giving in bed as well as receiving, and the way Prussia’s belly was rubbing against his cock with each thrust, sent little waves of pleasure up and down his spine, where it eventually pooled deep within his cock and balls. He moaned loudly, briefly opening his eyes, as he watched the play of emotion that flitted across Prussia’s face. His lover’s brow was damp with sweat from his exertion, as his beloved always gave him his all in bed. It didn’t matter if he was sucking him off or ploughing his arse; Prussia had a way of wringing every ounce of pleasure from the moment.
Speeding up his rhythm, only to drop it down to a more sedate pace, Prussia was trying to prolong his pleasure as well as Frederick’s. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could do, until he reached his limit. When Frederick moaned and clamped around him, before spewing his hot essence between them, Prussia felt his own balls tightening. Another quick, hard thrust and he came with a loud moan.
While the two men were busy in bed, Frederick’s personal body servant entered the room. He took note of what was going on and promptly dismissed it. He was there to make sure the king’s trunks had been delivered to the correct rooms and he set about unpacking. If Frederick and his friend wanted to engage in buggery, that was their business, not his. Besides, it was not the first time he had walked in on a similar scene between them and he prided himself on being discreet as well as unobtrusive enough so as not to disturb them. Unfortunately, his timing was slightly off and he had caught them as they had finished.
Prussia kissed Frederick’s nose, and throwing the cool cotton sheets off of them, he pulled out. While he was sitting back on his heels, he felt another presence in the room. He looked over his shoulder only to find much to his horror there was indeed someone else in the room. He flopped forward, desperately trying to cover Frederick’s nakedness with his own. Frederick, on the hand, was shaking with silent mirth. His beloved Gilbert, who could be exceedingly earthy and crude when the situation warranted it, was inexplicablely prudish at times. Somehow, Frederick managed rein in his laughter just long enough to curtly dismiss the servant before his poor little Bunny died of embarrassment.
Prussia buried his face in Frederick’s neck. He felt like his cheeks were on fire, he was blushing so hard. He wondered how long the servant had been there and what he had seen. While he knew Frederick did not care if anyone knew of his predilection for men, he did not want the king’s love life to be the number one topic of gossip here at his retreat. He relaxed when Frederick had wrapped his arms around him to the point of pillowing his head on his beloved’s shoulder. When the king finally stopped laughing softly, Prussia said, “… Well… That was awkward…” only to start his beloved laughing again.
“Yeah…” Frederick chortled. “But there’s no need to be upset, Gilbert, he won’t talk and if he does, who cares?”
“But…?”
“But nothing. Besides, he knows, if he wants to keep his job, he’s got to be discreet.”
“But I was… you know… with you…” Prussia struggled to say.
“Gilbert, seriously, it’s fine. This is San Souci, without care… my little retreat from the world and if I want to enjoy the company of another man in my bed, then I shall.”
“But…”
“Sssh… Say no more and just lie with me, mein Häschen.” Frederick kissed the top of Prussia’s head. “I want to have a whole summer like this, without any cares or worries or pressures.”
“Okay.”
“And if I want to gather my closest friends in here so they can watch us fuck, then you’ll like it.” Frederick gently caressed Prussia’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
“If you say so, Fritz…” Prussia said as he nuzzled his beloved’s hand.
“Don’t worry; I won’t. All I want, Gilbert,” Frederick said, giving his friend and lover’s name a French lilt, “mein Häschen, is a summer where I can just simply enjoy myself and indulge in everything that brings me pleasure, especially you…”
Prussia tilted his head up to look at him, a faint smirk tugging the corner of his mouth upwards. “Fair enough.” His smirk softened into a shy smile. “And I’ll do my best, Fritz, to help indulge you.”
“Fair enough,” Frederick repeated. “How about we start now and you indulge me with a kiss?’
“With pleasure,” Prussia said as he moved to kiss him as there was nothing he would not do for his beloved.
A few days later, the first of several invitations were sent out. Prussia and Frederick made the most of their time alone together, before the first guests began to arrive. Whether the time was spent together in bed, or reading and discussing the writing of the ancient Greeks, or walking the grounds of San Souci, they were inseparable as a pair of younger lovers were wont to be. When the guests finally did arrive, they continued to behave that way, setting the tone for the first of many summers spent there.