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Cross-posted from hetachallenge

Title:Beware the Evils of Alcohol
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy, Prussia, Hungary
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #18: Drunk
Word Count:1569
Rating:PG 13 for drunkenness and implied naughty behavior
Summary: Germany wakes up very hung-over, after spending the night celebrating his birthday and Oktoberfest with Prussia and Italy, and is afraid to know what went on…
Author’s note:Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.

Germany groaned softly when he woke up and cracked open his eyes. He was very hung-over and someone was using his chest as a pillow. They were also lovingly cupping his sausage. Looking down, at first he thought it was Italy, as the person was just as naked as he was and drooling on him, but he doubted Italy would wear the boxers he had given him for Christmas on his head like a hat. Besides, Italy did not snore that loudly. Closing his eyes, Germany lay there, trying to remember what happened last night, when it hit him. He and Prussia had gone to the local Biergarten to celebrate his birthday and Oktoberfest with Italy. Groaning loudly in disgust, he pushed his brother off and sat up, instantly regretting it as it made his head pound.

Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself down as he was about an inch away from beating his older brother to a pulp, and siccing his dogs on him. “GET UP!” he roared as he pulled his boxers off Prussia’s head.

His beloved dog, Blackie, upon hearing him shout, bolted into his bedroom.”SIT!” Germany cried and he obeyed, which made Prussia very happy as he had no desire to become dog food.

Prussia rolled over and grinned. “Guten morgen, kleiner Brüder,” he croaked.

Germany stared at him. He could not believe the idiot had the nerve to act like nothing happened. He was about to say something, when Italy entered his room.

“Buongiorno! Did you sleep well?”

Germany nodded and closed his eyes to still the pounding in his head.

“Very well, Itachen!” Prussia boomed, despite being just as hung-over as his younger brother. He had just woken up naked in bed with him and that meant only one thing; Germany had finally succumbed to his awesomeness and slept with him.

“Prussia...?’ Italy asked.


“How was Germany’s sausage?” Italy innocently asked. “Last night when Hungary came to help me get you home, you kept muttering about it, while you fondled her boobs. She found it very funny.”

While all the color drained from Germany’s face and he sputtered helplessly, Prussia wore a dopey grin on his face. “She did? I mean I did? Damn...”

Italy nodded. “And everyone laughed when you asked Belgium if she would kindly pour chocolate all over him so you could lick it off,” he snickered. “And when we got home, we put you both in the same bed and Hungary suggested we take your clothes off, and when Prussia saw your boxers, Germany, he wanted them, so you took them off and said only I’m allowed to touch them, and Hungary giggled and then you both cuddled up together and-”

Prussia laughed, interrupting Italy’s tale of their drunkenness.

“Sssh... You’re giving me a headache,” Germany grumbled. He rubbed his hands over his face. He could not believe he did it with his idiot older brother after a night of carousing. He was thankful Italy did not seem to think any less of him for it, hell, his little buddy was not even mad at him, but still...

“Germany? You want me to make you some cappuccino?”


“Okay,” Italy went to go make him a cup of coffee.

Ignoring his brother, Germany got up and slowly got dressed. He left his room and went down stairs. He made his way to the kitchen, where he expected to find Italy preparing a simple breakfast for him. Instead, he found Hungary, sipping her tea. “Morning...”

“Good morning.”

Germany felt his cheeks heating up. “About last night...” He picked up the cup of cappuccino Italy had left for him.

“Nothing happened.” At his questioning look she added, “I should know, I was here all night. Italy was worried about you so I volunteered my services as a babysitter. The only way Prussia got in your pants was when you got tired of his shit and gave them to him, besides, he passed out afterwards, so relax.” She smiled. “And by the way, happy birthday.”


“I take it a good time was had by all?”

“You could say that,” Germany sheepishly admitted, “if I came home that drunk.”

She laughed. “Yeah... I forgot your brother was there and he never fails to see to it everyone enjoys themselves and then some.”

“I uh... yeah...” Germany blushed.

“Don’t worry about it. I used to be married, so there’s no big mystery there.” Hungary winked. “You were a perfect gentleman, Germany, besides; it was nice seeing you loosen up and enjoying yourself.”

His blush deepened, and before he could say anything, Italy entered the kitchen, carrying a shopping bag.

Italy set the bag on the counter and taking a plate from the cabinet; he pulled a box of croissants out of it, arranging them on the plate. “There you are, Germany! I went to France’s house and got you some fresh croissants; I thought you’d like them better than toast.” Italy put a plate of them on the table.

“Danke...” Germany smiled shyly at his little buddy. Spreading some jam, from the pot on the table, on the croissant, he hoped everything would be as fine between them as Hungary had implied it would be. He watched as his little buddy made himself a cappuccino.

“Is your head feeling better now?” Italy, his mug in hand, sat down at the table with them. He sipped it while waiting for Germany to answer.

“I feel a bit better now, thanks, Italy.”

Italy smiled. “You were so funny last night!”

“I was?”

His little buddy nodded. “Yeah! You and Prussia sang with everyone else, I would have sung too, but I didn’t know enough German to. You two were also dancing together.” Italy chuckled at the memory.

“We were?” Germany was torn between wanting to know and not knowing.

Italy nodded again. “Prussia said it was the polka dot dance that he learned from Poland. You two had everybody watching, you were so good!”

Hungary covered her mouth and giggled softly at the mental image she got of the German brothers dancing a polka.

Germany seriously doubted that and he hoped he would be able to live it down next time he went to the Biergarten. Prussia, he knew would. His idiot older brother could do the stupidest things at times and still come out on top. He sighed; life was so not fair at times.

Hungary pushed back from the kitchen table. “I’m sorry, boys, but I really must be going.” When they got up to see her out she said, “Sit, I can find my out. Just feel better, Germany, and happy birthday again.” She came over to him and kissed his cheek.

Germany, however, still felt compelled to see her out. He blinked when he opened the front door and the bright autumn sunshine greeted him warmly. He ran his palm down his face, squinting blindly when she breezed past. After a few minutes, he mercifully closed the door, his poor pounding head thanking him. He padded softly back to the kitchen, where he found Prussia at the table, nursing a mug of black coffee, while Italy chatted away about last night.

“So you really don’t remember doing that?” Italy asked.

“Nope, and you’d think someone as awesome as I would too,” Prussia replied. “Hey, West.”

“Brüder…” Germany sat down.

“It’s nice to know we survived your birthday,” Prussia smirked.

Germany stared at him open mouthed. “You say that like we went into battle or something.” He reached for his cappuccino.

“Well, we did attack the bar at Otto’s.”

Italy laughed. “Yes!! You seized his vital regions too.”

“There you go!” Prussia said smugly. He smiled, but it barely reached his eyes because of the pounding in his head. He was terribly hung-over, although, he wore it like a badge of honor.

Germany slowly shook his head. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and die.

Prussia drank what was left of his coffee and belched. Scratching his stomach, he said, “Well, kids, I need to go shower and update my blog.” He got up from the table and headed towards the stairs leading down to his room in the finished basement.

“Ve… Germany?”

“Yeah?” He finished his cappuccino

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I don’t feel so good.” Germany sighed.

“You don’t look so good,” Italy admitted.

“I figured as much,” Germany said, a tight, rueful little smile tugging the corners of his mouth upwards. “I’m sorry, Italy, what I’d really like to do is go back to bed.” He rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

“It’s alright.” Italy got up and put their coffee mugs in the sink. “Ve… Germany?”

“What?” He got from the table.

“Can I come lie with you? I promise to be quiet so you can sleep.”

“Sure.” Germany knew even if he had said “no” his little buddy would wind up in bed with him eventually. Italy smiled and Germany could not help smiling back, even if it looked like was in pain, his little buddy felt the warmth behind it, if his smile getting broader was any indication. As they made their way upstairs to his room, Germany realized his fears about Italy thinking less of him for getting drunk and being naked in bed with his brother were unfounded. His little buddy liked him no matter what…


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 6th, 2013 10:39 pm (UTC)
Oi, Germany - I feel yer pain, brother... been there, done that. :)
Feb. 7th, 2013 12:39 am (UTC)
Haven't well all been there at one point in our lives? ;p
Feb. 7th, 2013 12:11 am (UTC)
♥ Cute! Cute! Cute! ♥
Feb. 7th, 2013 12:39 am (UTC)
*blushes* thanks!
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