FGHfhsudvjcsdgy;;, I'm, like, so sorry this is so totally late, you guise. Psht, and sorry if it seems...crackish...~ *high on Sharpie* Ja...Ich bedauere so... (Yeah...I am so sorry...)
Enjoy...? :D
Drei: An Awesome Ending (?)
When most people wake up after a night of drunk, violent sex, they don't remember what happened right away, and have to be reminded.
Prussia was too awesome for that. He remembered everything as soon as he woke up.
He remembered the sight of Matthew's terrible, almost feral (but so sexy) smile … the taste of Matthew's lips (maple syrup and Spanish wine) ... the smell of Matthew's body (salty sweat) … the feel of Matthew's breath when he whispered "Awesome." Into Gilbert's ear (so awesome it turned him on) … the sound Matthew made when he slid into Gilbert (wait, that couldn't be right, it must be the other way around; Gilbert was too awesome to bottom) … Matthew, Matthew, Matthew … every single awesome detail.
The Canadian himself, on the other hand, wasn't quite so lucky.
When he woke up, all he felt was that his head hurt. A ton. It was like Francis was humping inside of it or something. (Oh, mon dieu, horrible image. Someone find this guy some brain bleach.) He was also, even though he'd only just woken up, extremely tired, as if he'd been up until very late the night before.
What had happened the night before, anyway?
He remembered some awesome Spanish wine, some awkward attempts at dancing, some more awesome Spanish wine, a pair of lips on his, and … it all went black.
Well, there were also memories from his alter ego – the drunk, badass, fighter, Viking-esque Canada – but he was too scared of his alter ego to even look at those.
The hung over Canadian groaned weakly and rolled over in bed, wishing someone could make this damned headache go away.
I bet Gil could make I go away. Or he could distract me until I forgot about it … he'd be good at that …
For some reason, Matthew's mental images of Gilbert "distracting" him were much more vivid than they were the last time he imagined them.
Suddenly, the bed practically bounced up and down as someone sat down on it.
Why was someone on Matthew's bed? Why was someone in his room, for that matter? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED THE PREVIOUS NIGHT?
"Oh, you're awake! Guten morgen, Mattie! Kesesese!"
Oh, well, speak of the devil.
The Prussian was grinning widely, practically glowing with happiness. Matthew wondered why, and then figured that he'd probably met a hot girl the previous night and had great sex with her. Then, he wondered why he was jealous of the anonymous hot girl.
Ahem.
Anyway.
In one of Prussia's hands was a half-empty beer bottle and in the other was a wurst. His hair was in no semblance of order, but that simply amplified its sexiness. And, well, there was another thing, something that the Canadian was trying his hardest to ignore, but failing hugely …
The albino was completely and totally naked. Butt naked. Not a scrap of clothing on his body. Clad in only his birthday suit.
However you put it, it was awesome.
