{HETALIA FANFIC} Herr Right Hand
Title: Herr Right Hand
Author/Artist: miezen
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia --> Hungary, Austria/Hungary, Prussia/Right Hand
Rating: R-15
Warnings: Non-graphic sex, discussion of masturbation
Summary: Prussia makes a lasting bond -- with his right hand
Prussia never thought the day would come that something would make him feel jealous of anyone, let alone the prissy aristocrat by the name of Austria. He also never thought the day would come that his best friend, Hungary, would leave him. Not that he ever admitted to himself that he was in love with her. This was obvious to everyone except him. He was too awesome to admit his feelings for her (she should be confessing to him!), and far, far too awesome to be jealous of that pansy Austria. Yet, somehow, here he was, way in the back of the church, watching the man he hated marry the woman he loved, and there was nothing he could do about it.
In the end he couldn’t sit through it all. Hearing Hungary say her vows broke him, and he knew he’d cry if he saw them kiss. Crying was not manly or cool and there was no way he’d be seen doing such a thing in public. Thus he escaped the church as inconspicuously as possible and raced home, trying desperately to beat the tears and arrive home before they came. He barely made it, and as soon as he was safely locked in his house, he broke down into a sobbing and spluttering mess.
Ever since this incident, Prussia did everything in his power to forget Hungary. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could do. They were neighbors, and he’d frequently run into her or worse, her husband, or worse yet, both of them together, enjoying a romantic stroll and not caring who was watching. Every time he saw them together, a pang of jealousy tore through him and he had to get away, lest he break down again or try to rip Austria’s head off.
It didn’t make matters any easier that somewhere along the line, Hungary had gone from being his best friend to hating his guts, and used every opportunity she could find to torment him. She just loved telling him about their previous private rendezvous together in vague euphemisms, informing him that her husband would be taking her on a date that night, et cetera. Though he knew she was just doing it to tease him, still he did his best to pretend to be happy for her. Getting upset would only make things worse, he knew from his past dealings with her.
One evening led to a change in all of this, however. Prussia had decided to sneak over to Austria’s house and egg it to relieve stress. However, before he was able to start his shenanigans, he noticed a light from the master bedroom. Usually it wasn’t on at this hour, unless of course they were going at it, but he’d definitely hear that before noticing the light if that were the case. Tonight it was quiet, yet the light was on. Curious as ever, Prussia sneaked over and peeked into the room.
What he saw was a delightful surprise. Hungary was alone in her bedroom, sprawled out on the bed reading a book. It was summer and still rather warm out, so she’d opted to lie on top of the covers. And…”Oh mein Gott…”, Prussia thought, “she’s not dressed!” Jackpot. She did still have on a bra and panties, but this was good enough for Prussia. He found himself staring for almost a half an hour before Austria had to go and ruin it by coming in, causing Hungary to put her book down. By the time they’d dimmed the lights and began going at it, Prussia was long gone. Once he got home, he introduced himself to Herr Right Hand.
Hungary was just so beautiful, he couldn’t stop himself. It was considered wrong to masturbate according to the Church for the longest time, but Prussia didn’t care anymore. If he couldn’t have the woman he loved and lusted after, he could at least console himself with his awesome right hand, he decided. And with that his pants were unzipped and he was feverishly jacking off, images of Hungary still burned into his mind. He cried her name as he finished, grinning like an idiot once he’d cleaned himself off. “That…was…awesome…” he whispered to himself, feeling almost as though he’d actually slept with her, almost like she was there with him.
From that point, these “dates” with Herr Right Hand continued rather frequently. His hand was like the awesome girlfriend that he never had (despite his referring to his hand as “Herr”-no body part of his was feminine enough to call “Frau”!), and, though he wasn’t in love with his hand, he was in love with himself in a way, and this was even better than screwing Hungary, he told himself.
Hungary was rather surprised when she was telling Prussia about her plans for the night with Austria and he responded with “Oh? Well I’ll be on a date tonight myself!” How had he ever found someone, she had to wonder. She had no idea he was simply talking about some quality time with Herr Right Hand, or else she’d have just laughed rather than looking at him with a baffled expression.
Author/Artist: miezen
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia --> Hungary, Austria/Hungary, Prussia/Right Hand
Rating: R-15
Warnings: Non-graphic sex, discussion of masturbation
Summary: Prussia makes a lasting bond -- with his right hand
Prussia never thought the day would come that something would make him feel jealous of anyone, let alone the prissy aristocrat by the name of Austria. He also never thought the day would come that his best friend, Hungary, would leave him. Not that he ever admitted to himself that he was in love with her. This was obvious to everyone except him. He was too awesome to admit his feelings for her (she should be confessing to him!), and far, far too awesome to be jealous of that pansy Austria. Yet, somehow, here he was, way in the back of the church, watching the man he hated marry the woman he loved, and there was nothing he could do about it.
In the end he couldn’t sit through it all. Hearing Hungary say her vows broke him, and he knew he’d cry if he saw them kiss. Crying was not manly or cool and there was no way he’d be seen doing such a thing in public. Thus he escaped the church as inconspicuously as possible and raced home, trying desperately to beat the tears and arrive home before they came. He barely made it, and as soon as he was safely locked in his house, he broke down into a sobbing and spluttering mess.
Ever since this incident, Prussia did everything in his power to forget Hungary. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could do. They were neighbors, and he’d frequently run into her or worse, her husband, or worse yet, both of them together, enjoying a romantic stroll and not caring who was watching. Every time he saw them together, a pang of jealousy tore through him and he had to get away, lest he break down again or try to rip Austria’s head off.
It didn’t make matters any easier that somewhere along the line, Hungary had gone from being his best friend to hating his guts, and used every opportunity she could find to torment him. She just loved telling him about their previous private rendezvous together in vague euphemisms, informing him that her husband would be taking her on a date that night, et cetera. Though he knew she was just doing it to tease him, still he did his best to pretend to be happy for her. Getting upset would only make things worse, he knew from his past dealings with her.
One evening led to a change in all of this, however. Prussia had decided to sneak over to Austria’s house and egg it to relieve stress. However, before he was able to start his shenanigans, he noticed a light from the master bedroom. Usually it wasn’t on at this hour, unless of course they were going at it, but he’d definitely hear that before noticing the light if that were the case. Tonight it was quiet, yet the light was on. Curious as ever, Prussia sneaked over and peeked into the room.
What he saw was a delightful surprise. Hungary was alone in her bedroom, sprawled out on the bed reading a book. It was summer and still rather warm out, so she’d opted to lie on top of the covers. And…”Oh mein Gott…”, Prussia thought, “she’s not dressed!” Jackpot. She did still have on a bra and panties, but this was good enough for Prussia. He found himself staring for almost a half an hour before Austria had to go and ruin it by coming in, causing Hungary to put her book down. By the time they’d dimmed the lights and began going at it, Prussia was long gone. Once he got home, he introduced himself to Herr Right Hand.
Hungary was just so beautiful, he couldn’t stop himself. It was considered wrong to masturbate according to the Church for the longest time, but Prussia didn’t care anymore. If he couldn’t have the woman he loved and lusted after, he could at least console himself with his awesome right hand, he decided. And with that his pants were unzipped and he was feverishly jacking off, images of Hungary still burned into his mind. He cried her name as he finished, grinning like an idiot once he’d cleaned himself off. “That…was…awesome…” he whispered to himself, feeling almost as though he’d actually slept with her, almost like she was there with him.
From that point, these “dates” with Herr Right Hand continued rather frequently. His hand was like the awesome girlfriend that he never had (despite his referring to his hand as “Herr”-no body part of his was feminine enough to call “Frau”!), and, though he wasn’t in love with his hand, he was in love with himself in a way, and this was even better than screwing Hungary, he told himself.
Hungary was rather surprised when she was telling Prussia about her plans for the night with Austria and he responded with “Oh? Well I’ll be on a date tonight myself!” How had he ever found someone, she had to wonder. She had no idea he was simply talking about some quality time with Herr Right Hand, or else she’d have just laughed rather than looking at him with a baffled expression.