STORY!post
Title: Halloween Surprise
Author/Artist: nastybillabong
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Austria, Prussia, Mentions of others. Prussia/Austria
Rating: T.
Warnings: some slightly-obnoxious!Prussia.
Summary: The annual World Halloween Party is at Budapest.
It came as a surprise, not just to Prussia, but to everyone as Austria sang on stage, lithe fingers wrapped around the microphone stand, hips lightly swaying to the beat, and those lips - those thin, wet, lips - practically kissing the microphone with every word.
When Hungary said that there’d be a surprise performance for the Halloween Party, he was expecting Romano to strip tease - not that he’d wanted him to; Spain would chop off his dick if he ever heard that, - or something of that sort. All the nations were, as much as they would deny it, such kinky bastards. (Well, France wouldn’t deny it. He’d fucking flaunt it.) Prussia didn’t expect much, really, seeing as how he’d actually wanted to ditch about an hour ago for some beer at the local bar. That was his plan - sneak out, go to the bar, get plastered - until he saw Austria go on stage.
Just what was that stuck-up pianist going to do, Prussia had no clue. But if he heard Beethoven, Chopin, or Mozart, he’d conclude that Hungary had no taste whatsoever in performances or in planning parties. Maybe he’d tell West that they should have next year’s Halloween party at their house. He’d even make Jager Bombs just to spice the party up a notch. He smirked. Now that would be fun.
He saw the brunette flinch under the spotlight, hand going up to counter the glare, if only a little. Prussia shook his head disapprovingly. Hungary has no taste. If she expects Austria to -
And that’s when he heard it - the most goddamn sexy voice he hasn’t heard in almost half a century, - coming from none other than the bespectacled brunette nation, who was rutting his hips to the beat as he made bedroom eyes across the crowd of nations.
Prussia felt his jaw drop. He didn’t know Austria could sing - and not just that stupid Opera crap that he had heard him once do, - Austria could really sing.
He made sure to shut his mouth when Austria’s gaze landed on him. Did he just wink at me? Prussia was almost sure that he did, but it was too fleeting to tell, and Austria’s fuck-inducing gaze hadn’t lingered long. There was a certain discomfort setting in his nether regions and Prussia looked down at his jeans and Oh hello Gilbo Jr., now’s not a good time to be doing that.
Gott, he had to get out of here.
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A/N: This is very, very late, I know. e ne;; But um, I hope you still enjoy!
I highly recommend listening to this song if you want an idea of how Austria must've sounded like - in fact, this would be the perfect song for the party, seeing as Austria was some sorta demon-doctor. :'D
I hope you enjoyed! Comments are highly appreciated! <3
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himayura
Author/Artist: nastybillabong
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Austria, Prussia, Mentions of others. Prussia/Austria
Rating: T.
Warnings: some slightly-obnoxious!Prussia.
Summary: The annual World Halloween Party is at Budapest.
It came as a surprise, not just to Prussia, but to everyone as Austria sang on stage, lithe fingers wrapped around the microphone stand, hips lightly swaying to the beat, and those lips - those thin, wet, lips - practically kissing the microphone with every word.
When Hungary said that there’d be a surprise performance for the Halloween Party, he was expecting Romano to strip tease - not that he’d wanted him to; Spain would chop off his dick if he ever heard that, - or something of that sort. All the nations were, as much as they would deny it, such kinky bastards. (Well, France wouldn’t deny it. He’d fucking flaunt it.) Prussia didn’t expect much, really, seeing as how he’d actually wanted to ditch about an hour ago for some beer at the local bar. That was his plan - sneak out, go to the bar, get plastered - until he saw Austria go on stage.
Just what was that stuck-up pianist going to do, Prussia had no clue. But if he heard Beethoven, Chopin, or Mozart, he’d conclude that Hungary had no taste whatsoever in performances or in planning parties. Maybe he’d tell West that they should have next year’s Halloween party at their house. He’d even make Jager Bombs just to spice the party up a notch. He smirked. Now that would be fun.
He saw the brunette flinch under the spotlight, hand going up to counter the glare, if only a little. Prussia shook his head disapprovingly. Hungary has no taste. If she expects Austria to -
And that’s when he heard it - the most goddamn sexy voice he hasn’t heard in almost half a century, - coming from none other than the bespectacled brunette nation, who was rutting his hips to the beat as he made bedroom eyes across the crowd of nations.
Prussia felt his jaw drop. He didn’t know Austria could sing - and not just that stupid Opera crap that he had heard him once do, - Austria could really sing.
He made sure to shut his mouth when Austria’s gaze landed on him. Did he just wink at me? Prussia was almost sure that he did, but it was too fleeting to tell, and Austria’s fuck-inducing gaze hadn’t lingered long. There was a certain discomfort setting in his nether regions and Prussia looked down at his jeans and Oh hello Gilbo Jr., now’s not a good time to be doing that.
Gott, he had to get out of here.
-x-x-x-
A/N: This is very, very late, I know. e ne;; But um, I hope you still enjoy!
I highly recommend listening to this song if you want an idea of how Austria must've sounded like - in fact, this would be the perfect song for the party, seeing as Austria was some sorta demon-doctor. :'D
I hope you enjoyed! Comments are highly appreciated! <3
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himayura