Kiss Him
Title: Kiss Him
Author: Poppy
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia, S.Italy, N.Italy, France, Spain, Hungary, Austria, England, America
Word Count: 786
Warning: Language
Summary: Prussia collapses and dies in front of Germany.. But a single kiss may bring him back.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
We all know he should have died but didn't. He survived through the power of LOOOVE~, baby!
He stops breathing, his heart stops beating, but someone kisses him and he pulls through.
Fill may be either serious or more fluffy/lighthearted. And I'm fine with any popular Prussia pairings, Prussia/Hungary, Prussia/Germany, Prussia/France, even Prussia/Canada would all be great.
I've been dealing with too much angsty Germancest... So I wanted Angst but with humor! Also, idk why but I love it when the other nations support their love xD;;
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He had collapsed right in front of them all.
“GILBERT!” Was the only cry uttered from his brother as he rushed over to his limp body that had crumbled on the ground. He collapsed next to him, carefully turning him over and his fingers stroked his cheek, searching for a sign of life before he shook him. A hand clasped his shoulder.
“Ludwig, don’t shake him.” He looked up frantically at the nation of England behind him. His eyes were full of concern and the others that gathered around had the same look. He shook his head, trying hard not to shake him but his hands vibrated in response, his voice catching in his throat. He was about to speak when Alfred suddenly leaned down next to him, reaching over to touch Gilbert’s pulse, his cheek twitching as he waited. Ludwig bit his lip as he pleaded silently at him to tell him his brother was okay, that he just passed out from the heat or exhaustion, but the fingers drawing away and the golden hair shaking made his voice catch once again.
“H-He can’t be!” Ludwig yelled making a couple nations around him wince. “W-We just were r-reunited... We just b-became brothers again...”
“Lutz... I’m sorry.” Alfred patted his shoulder, not meeting his eyes as he slowly stood up but he wouldn’t hear it.
“NO!” He began to yell, slapping his brother’s face hard. “He... He wouldn’t do this to me!” He hit him again and again, shaking his body despite Arthur’s suggestion. “He wouldn’t just DIE before me!”
“Ludwig...” His raised hand was caught and he tried to wrench it away from Francis’ grip, unsuccessful after a few tries. “Just... Let him go, okay? Let him go.”
He only shook his head, his hands balling into fists as he ripped his arm away and held his brother’s body to his, burying his face into his shoulder. The nations around him lowered their heads, taking pity on Ludwig as he started to sob when a voice broke the silence.
“Kiss him.” He looked up to the eyes of his best friend who was pointing at Gilbert, unmoved.
“What?” Romano cried from beside him, looking at him with shock and the rest of the nations mimicked him. Feliciano didn’t respond, only pointing again.
“Kiss him.”
Ludwig could only stare, a few tears still falling down his face before he tightened his jaw, his brows fixing as he gave a nod in agreement. Gently he cupped his brother’s face, his thumb stroking his cheek for a moment before he hesitated. He trusted his friend, he really did but he had to gaze up at him one last time to gain some confidence before he dipped down.
He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as his lips gently touched his brother’s in front of the crowd, lingering for a moment before he pulled back.
Gilbert didn’t move.
He had to try again but the results were the same. His brother remained motionless and the crowd around him sighed in pity for him.
“It was a good try.” He heard Elizaveta say above him and he closed his eyes, hugging his brother’s body once more before he placed one last gentle kiss upon his cold lips.
“I love you, Gilbert.” He whispered against them, cherishing the feeling of his final moment with him before he jerked at the pinch he received on his thigh.
“You better fucking love me, I changed your damn diapers.” A murmur came back and Ludwig nearly dropped him in shock, gaping as Gilbert let out a groan. Above them, the others began to cheer; Francis slapped Arthur hard on the back and Alfred thumbed his nose, grinning wide.
“We should have known the grave couldn’t keep you!” Antonio piped up as he threw his arms around Romano, getting a punch in the face for his action. Feliciano only smiled next to him, breathing a sigh of relief as he looked over to Kiku with happiness.
“Welcome back, Gilbert.” Roderich said with a slight tone of irritation, his arm around his wife who was wiping away a tear. Gilbert merely grinned, turning to look up at Ludwig who was struggling not to cry. He scoffed.
“West, you big woman...”
“S-Shut up!” He snapped, hugging him tight to his body and they both began to laugh together, the sound of his brother’s heartbeat soon thumped against his own chest. He withdrew to give him a smile and Gilbert imitated him for a second before he groaned. Ludwig bent over, staring at him in concern and he found a hand gripping his collar, red eyes flashing as Gilbert touched his cheek now-red cheek.
“Who the FUCK hit me?!”
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Author: Poppy
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia, S.Italy, N.Italy, France, Spain, Hungary, Austria, England, America
Word Count: 786
Warning: Language
Summary: Prussia collapses and dies in front of Germany.. But a single kiss may bring him back.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
We all know he should have died but didn't. He survived through the power of LOOOVE~, baby!
He stops breathing, his heart stops beating, but someone kisses him and he pulls through.
Fill may be either serious or more fluffy/lighthearted. And I'm fine with any popular Prussia pairings, Prussia/Hungary, Prussia/Germany, Prussia/France, even Prussia/Canada would all be great.
I've been dealing with too much angsty Germancest... So I wanted Angst but with humor! Also, idk why but I love it when the other nations support their love xD;;
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He had collapsed right in front of them all.
“GILBERT!” Was the only cry uttered from his brother as he rushed over to his limp body that had crumbled on the ground. He collapsed next to him, carefully turning him over and his fingers stroked his cheek, searching for a sign of life before he shook him. A hand clasped his shoulder.
“Ludwig, don’t shake him.” He looked up frantically at the nation of England behind him. His eyes were full of concern and the others that gathered around had the same look. He shook his head, trying hard not to shake him but his hands vibrated in response, his voice catching in his throat. He was about to speak when Alfred suddenly leaned down next to him, reaching over to touch Gilbert’s pulse, his cheek twitching as he waited. Ludwig bit his lip as he pleaded silently at him to tell him his brother was okay, that he just passed out from the heat or exhaustion, but the fingers drawing away and the golden hair shaking made his voice catch once again.
“H-He can’t be!” Ludwig yelled making a couple nations around him wince. “W-We just were r-reunited... We just b-became brothers again...”
“Lutz... I’m sorry.” Alfred patted his shoulder, not meeting his eyes as he slowly stood up but he wouldn’t hear it.
“NO!” He began to yell, slapping his brother’s face hard. “He... He wouldn’t do this to me!” He hit him again and again, shaking his body despite Arthur’s suggestion. “He wouldn’t just DIE before me!”
“Ludwig...” His raised hand was caught and he tried to wrench it away from Francis’ grip, unsuccessful after a few tries. “Just... Let him go, okay? Let him go.”
He only shook his head, his hands balling into fists as he ripped his arm away and held his brother’s body to his, burying his face into his shoulder. The nations around him lowered their heads, taking pity on Ludwig as he started to sob when a voice broke the silence.
“Kiss him.” He looked up to the eyes of his best friend who was pointing at Gilbert, unmoved.
“What?” Romano cried from beside him, looking at him with shock and the rest of the nations mimicked him. Feliciano didn’t respond, only pointing again.
“Kiss him.”
Ludwig could only stare, a few tears still falling down his face before he tightened his jaw, his brows fixing as he gave a nod in agreement. Gently he cupped his brother’s face, his thumb stroking his cheek for a moment before he hesitated. He trusted his friend, he really did but he had to gaze up at him one last time to gain some confidence before he dipped down.
He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as his lips gently touched his brother’s in front of the crowd, lingering for a moment before he pulled back.
Gilbert didn’t move.
He had to try again but the results were the same. His brother remained motionless and the crowd around him sighed in pity for him.
“It was a good try.” He heard Elizaveta say above him and he closed his eyes, hugging his brother’s body once more before he placed one last gentle kiss upon his cold lips.
“I love you, Gilbert.” He whispered against them, cherishing the feeling of his final moment with him before he jerked at the pinch he received on his thigh.
“You better fucking love me, I changed your damn diapers.” A murmur came back and Ludwig nearly dropped him in shock, gaping as Gilbert let out a groan. Above them, the others began to cheer; Francis slapped Arthur hard on the back and Alfred thumbed his nose, grinning wide.
“We should have known the grave couldn’t keep you!” Antonio piped up as he threw his arms around Romano, getting a punch in the face for his action. Feliciano only smiled next to him, breathing a sigh of relief as he looked over to Kiku with happiness.
“Welcome back, Gilbert.” Roderich said with a slight tone of irritation, his arm around his wife who was wiping away a tear. Gilbert merely grinned, turning to look up at Ludwig who was struggling not to cry. He scoffed.
“West, you big woman...”
“S-Shut up!” He snapped, hugging him tight to his body and they both began to laugh together, the sound of his brother’s heartbeat soon thumped against his own chest. He withdrew to give him a smile and Gilbert imitated him for a second before he groaned. Ludwig bent over, staring at him in concern and he found a hand gripping his collar, red eyes flashing as Gilbert touched his cheek now-red cheek.
“Who the FUCK hit me?!”
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