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[prussianrequiem]

The words had Prussia grinning widely. So his little brother wanted him to screw him silly? Gilbert could do that. As if he would say no to that. Especially since Weimar seemed to needy right now, clinging to him

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[glitteringdoom]

"Why would we use a condom?" Weimar asked, a little perplexed. "I mean, I know this place is weird as fuck, but if it really wants me to end up pregnant, a condom probably won't make a difference."

It wasn't like one of them had syphilis.

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Gilbert started laughing, the sudden image of a very pregnant Ludwig entering his mind. "Y-you'd be the worst pregnant nation ever."

The Prussian kept snickering as he pulled out a bottle of lube, making a noise of approval. This would do. Prussia dropped off the bottle on the bed before he started stripping of his clothes, hesitating at the collar. West had told him to never take it off...

[glitteringdoom]

Weimar chuckled softly.

"I really would," he agreed.

It was hard to dispute, really, knowing what he had given birth to in a few years' time. Plus, it probably got in the way of dancing.

He was shrugging off his own clothes, folding them simply, when he saw Prussia pause, his hand hovering near that collar. A jolt of fear ran through him, not sure what he could say in the face of the kind of loyalty that was enough to make Prussia wear a collar.

"I don't mind," he mumbled quickly, nervously. "Please, just, come kiss me again."

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Prussia looked up, the thoughtful expression making space for a grin, hands dropping to his side after a couple of seconds. He hadn't planned to stop but the collar had given him second thoughts.

Though now he crawled onto the bed, pushing the other down while giving Weimar a forceful kiss, hands roaming all over the now exposed skin of his brother.