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Cross-posted from DA

Title: A Waltz in the Snow With You
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia/Germany, mention of Austria
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3156
Summary: Walking home from Austria’s house, the German brothers are cold and need to warm up…
Author’s notes: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Author’s notes 2: This is based on patty110692’s pic “Waltz in the Snow” which can be found here: http://patty110692.deviantart.com/art/Waltz-in-the-Snow-APH-399512732
Author’s notes 3: Head canon says Prussia is a big Scorpions fan & he sings bits of “Lady Starlight” (along with Germany) which was written by Klaus Meine & Rudolph Schenker. It can be found on the band’s Animal Magnetism album.

For patty110692… Thanks for all the awesome art!

“G‘night, Specs!” Prussia said with a wave as they left Austria’s house. Slinging his arm around his brother’s shoulders, they headed for home. “See? I told you it would be fun, West.”

“Yeah…” Germany said. Austria’s Hanukah party had been fun, even if it was a quiet affair with just the three of them in attendance. The company was pleasant as Prussia had behaved for once, although Austria had insisted he always had in past years. Germany thought the food was good and he shared their host’s opinion that latkas tasted better with applesauce, despite his brother’s opinion that fried potato pancakes and sour cream were a match made in heaven.

As the brothers walked along, it began to snow. Germany looked up, thinking the night sky looked beautiful, even if the stars were hidden by the clouds. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he regretted leaving his earmuffs at home as his ears were cold and he picked up his pace. Everything was so peaceful and quiet; the only sound to be heard was the soft crunch of their boots in the snow.

“What’s the matter, West?” Prussia asked. He was cold and he wished he had taken Austria up on his offer of another cup of hot chocolate for the walk home. So when his brother started walking faster, he kept pace with him, loving the bit of heat that built up.

“I’m cold and it’s starting to snow harder now.”

Prussia snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a few flakes, West.”

“I’m not; I just wish I had a hat.”

His brother laughed. “That’s my West, ever the practical one.” Prussia smirked. “Sure it’s cold, but it’s not half as bad as a drafty apartment in East Berlin or spending winter in the trenches in some godforsaken place in the middle of Europe or hell, there’s nothing like a winter spent on the Russian front with nothing to warm you up but the glow of your last cigarette.” Prussia sighed as the memories washed over him. He paused in the soft glow of a street light. “That’s cold; this is nothing.”

Germany snorted when the wind whipped up, making the snowflakes dance and his brother shiver. “Admit it, Bruder, you’re cold,” he said. “I know I am.” Germany rubbed his gloved hands together.

“Ha! Never!!” Prussia said. A mischievous smile pulled the corner of his mouth upwards in a smirk.

Germany sighed. He was afraid to ask, but did anyway. “What?”

“Nothing,” Prussia said, sounding very much like a naughty five year old that was up to no good.


“What?” Prussia, trying his best to be the picture of innocence, looked at his brother.

Germany was not buying it and it showed. “You’re planning something.”

His bother rolled his eyes. “West, when did you turn into such an old fart?”

“What?!” Germany frowned.

“Never mind…” Prussia said airily. “West, you need to loosen up and live a little.” He frowned. “And it shouldn’t take several beers to remove that stick out of your arse as well.” Prussia sighed. “Come.” He held up his hands.

His brother heaved a long suffering sigh. “Now what?”

“Let’s dance.” Prussia smiled. He took his brother’s hand, placing the other on Germany’s shoulder. “Walking through a winter’s night…” he sang in a raspy tenor, “Counting the stars, and passing time…”

“You’re kidding right?” Germany said as he brother started waltzing him around in the snow.

Prussia shook his head. “I dream about the summer days… Love in the sun, and lonely bays… I see the stars; they're miles and miles away like our love… On one of these lonely winter nights…”

“You’re crazy!” Germany said. He slowly moved his feet in time with his brother’s.

“That’s why you love me, West.” Prussia grinned. As if he had not missed a beat, he continued singing one of his favorite songs, “Dreaming through a winter night… Memories of you are passing by… It seems to me like yesterday… I think you knew I couldn't stay…” Prussia took a deep breath and looked up at the starless sky. “I see the stars; they're miles and miles away,
like our love… Lady Starlight, help me to find my love… Lady Starlight, help me tonight… Help me to find my love… Come on, West, sing with me.”

“You’re not going to leave me alone until I do, hunh?”


Germany sighed. Taking a deep breath, he added his rich bass to his brother’s raspy tenor. “Walking through a winter night, counting the stars… And passing time… Snow dances with the wind…” They laughed as the snow continued to fall all around them. “I wish, I could be with you again… I see the stars; they're miles and miles away, like our love…”

As they sang, Germany looked deep into his brother’s eyes. “Lady Starlight, help me to find my love…” he stopped singing, letting Prussia carry the tune.

“Lady Starlight, help me tonight… Help me to find my love… West…?” Prussia frowned. “Why’d you stop singing?”

Germany said nothing as he pulled his brother close, and leaning in, he kissed him long and hard. His brother’s lips were parted ever so slightly as he kissed him and it was easy for Germany to slide his tongue in. Heedless of the snow that blew around them, Germany explored the warm confines of Prussia’s mouth. He tasted of hot chocolate and cookies, which had been the last thing he had eaten, before leaving Austria’s house. Coming up for air, Germany chuckled softly at his brother. Prussia’s eyes were wide and his cheeks flushed from the cold and the intensity of their kiss, and Germany thought he never looked more beautiful. He kissed his brother again, more softly and gently. “Let’s hurry home, Bruder. It’s cold out and I’m freezing, but I can think of a really good way to warm up,” Germany said, his voice low and husky.

“Yeah…?” Prussia said breathlessly.


Stepping apart, the brothers held each other’s hand as they hurried through the snow. The wind had picked up, swirling the big, fat flakes that fell from the sky. It was cold and tough going, but soon the familiar sight of their home appeared through the icy haze. Quickening their pace, they made their way up the front walk. A few minutes later, they were inside, hanging their coats up and greeting the dogs.

“Mine or yours?” Prussia said as he took off his boots.

“Mine,” Germany said. “It’s warmer.”

“Wuss,” Prussia teased. Walking past his brother, he started climbing the stairs, leading to the second floor and his brother’s room.

Germany sighed, and taking off his boots, he lined them up neatly under their coats, next to his brother’s boots. He hurried up the stairs, meeting Prussia at the top. Pulling him close, he kissed him, and letting his need show, Germany ground his hips into Prussia’s.

“Whoa, take it easy, West,” Prussia said when they came up for air. “I wanna as much as you do, but let’s go where it’ll be more comfortable. You know, like your bed?” He smirked.

A delicate blush spilled across Germany’s cheeks that his brother found adorable. “Sorry,” he said softly.

Prussia reached up, tousling his brother’s hair. “It’s okay, now come,” he said as he led his brother to his room. Clicking on the light, he chuckled softly at how neat the room was compared to his own, then again, Prussia always found order in chaos unlike Germany, who had a place for everything and kept everything in its place. Letting go of Germany’s hand, Prussia strolled over to the bed. He flopped down on it.

Germany rolled his eyes, and sitting next to his brother, he leaned over to look at him. Quirking a delicate eyebrow in response to Prussia’s smirk, he licked his lips. Reaching out and cupping his brother’s cheek, Germany gazed into his eyes. He felt his cheeks heating up when Prussia mirrored his actions.

“Change your mind, West?”

“No… I just…” Germany’s brows knitted together in a frown. “I just wanted to look at you.”


“Yeah, you’re umm… you’re beautiful to look at…” Germany’s blush deepened.

Prussia blushed as well. “You spew that sentimental crap at Itachen?” He laughed when his brother shook his head. “Yeah, right! But it’s okay, West, if it makes you feel better to make love to me, then who am I to complain.”

Germany sighed.

Prussia caressed his brother’s cheek. “Seriously, West…. West? Now what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Germany leaned in and kissed his brother. Prussia parted his lips in surprise and Germany deepened it. As he explored the warm confines of his brother’s mouth, Germany felt Prussia wrapping his arms around him, holding him close. Germany moaned softly into the kiss. He was getting hard and he wanted his brother now.

When they both came up for air, Prussia said, his voice low and husky with need, “Let’s stop this crap and just get naked already.”

Germany snorted, the corners of his mouth briefly twitching upwards in a smile. “Okay.” He pulled back, out of his brother’s embrace and sat up.

Prussia followed suit, and grabbing the ends of his sweater, he pulled up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Prussia shivered as he got up out of bed. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his pants, making a show of it as he shimmied out of them. His socks and boxers soon followed. “West, get your arse off the bed. I’m cold and I wanna get in it.”

Germany did as he was told. While Prussia crawled into bed, Germany pulled his sweater off. He folded it neatly, setting it on the foot of the bed.

“Oh for Gott’s sake, West, you don’t need to fold your clothes if they’re goin’ in the hamper.”

“But?” He frowned when Prussia moved his foot under it, flipping the neatly folded sweater onto the floor.

“But nothing. If you don’t hurry up, I’m taking care of things myself and then I’m gonna go to sleep.” Prussia sat up in bed, folding his arms across his chest.

Germany blushed. As much as it pained him to not put his clothes neatly away, his brother had a point. Besides, if Prussia was as annoyed with him as he seemed to be, Germany knew that he would not only cum all over his nice clean sheets, but he would also use them to clean himself up with. He quickly got out of his clothes, leaving them on the floor in a messy heap, and crawled into bed.

“That’s better. Now where were we?” Prussia said as he snuggled up next to his brother.

“Here…” Germany rolled over, blanketing his brother. They kissed and ground their hips together. The delicious friction made them both hard again and when Germany thrust against his brother’s hip, Prussia moaned softly.

Closing his eyes, Prussia let the pleasurable sensations wash over him. Better than his friends and lovers, his brother knew all the right places to hit and it was not long before Prussia was a writhing, mewling mess beneath him. A little lube and some hastily thrust fingers, and Prussia felt his brother’s thick, hard cock inside him. Wrapping his arms around his brother, Prussia hung on for the ride.

Germany’s breathing quickened as he thrust inside his brother. He went slowly at first, savoring the tightness and the delicious friction. He nuzzled his brother’s cheek, his own heating up, when Prussia let out a deep throaty laugh that quickly morphed into a low moan. Having been on the receiving end of Prussia’s slow, teasing lovemaking, Germany was thoroughly enjoying doing the same to his brother. So he completely ignored his brother’s soft pleas to go faster and the muttered curses and threats to make him pay only made him go slower. Germany found it fun to exert his iron control as it was certainly increasing his own pleasure, and he wished his brother would stop whining and just enjoy the moment.

Eyes hooded, Prussia watched his brother, despite the little waves of pleasure that ran down his spine to pool deep within his cock. The furrowed brow and intense look of concentration his brother wore were beautiful to behold, and they added to the moment. Prussia felt a deep sense of affection for his younger brother. Germany so was methodical in everything he did and Prussia loved it. Feeling his brother tense, ever so slightly, Prussia figured he was getting close and when he increased his pace, Prussia knew it would not be long before his brother climaxed. Clearing his mind of everything but the pleasurable sensations, Prussia found himself rushing just as quickly towards his own release.

Germany thrust harder and faster. Prussia’s virginal tightness was almost too much to bear and by increasing his pace, he was able to get more sensations pooling deep with his cock. His breath coming out in a series of soft panting and grunts, Germany inched closer and closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin and his brother’s mewling cries of pleasure filled his ears along with the faint squeak of the bed as he pounded his brother into the mattress. Letting out a guttural cry, Germany felt his balls tightening. Another quick thrust and he came hard, spewing his hot essence in his brother as Prussia clenched tightly around him.

Prussia felt his brother climax and almost imperceptible change in his rhythm was enough to send him over the edge. Hooking his leg around his brother’s thighs as he held on tightly, Prussia came hard as well. He shot his load between them, crying out in pleasure just like his brother had. He held onto his brother as they panted, each one basking in their sexual high as they remained joined as one.

They stayed together, lost in the moment as neither one wanted to move. They remained that way until Germany became soft enough to fall out and with a sheepish look on his face, he sat up. “We should go wash up,” he said as he reached for the box of tissues on his bedside table. Germany handed the box to his brother.

Prussia took it. Removing a couple of tissues from the box, he wiped the cooling mess off his stomach. “Yeah.”

“Let’s take a quick one and then go to sleep, I’m tired.” Germany moved to get out of bed.

Prussia, stifling a yawned, followed. “Sounds like a plan, West.”

Germany could not help chuckling at that. “Yeah…” He bent down to retrieve their clothes from the floor.

Prussia laughed. “Why don’t you go first, while I run down to my room and get something to sleep in.”

“Sure you’re not going to be too cold?”

“No, but I do know, I’ll be colder when I’m wet. “ He rolled his eyes. “Stop fretting, West, I’m not Itachen, who’ll catch pneumonia or something, unless it’s warm and sunny. Remember, I spent several years in Russia’s house? That’s fucking COLD with ten meter high capital letters. I’m sure a quick trip to the basement in my skin won’t kill me.”

Germany nodded. He headed towards the master bathroom, while his brother left the room. He turned on the taps in the shower, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right before stepping in. Grabbing the soap, he lathered it up and washed himself, paying particular attention to his cock. Stepping back under the water, he rinsed himself off. Germany took a few minutes luxury of letting the water wash over him. It felt good and it helped warm him up somewhat, before he turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower.

Germany quickly dried off, and dropping his towel in the hamper, he left the master bathroom, surprised to find his brother gone. Feeling a bit disappointed over it, Germany walked over to his dresser. He pulled open the top drawer and took out a pair of boxers, which he put on. A black A-shirt soon followed and though it did little to keep him warm, he had not slept in pajamas since he was little. Padding back to bed Germany got in and turned off the light.

Prussia, who had gone downstairs to his room to get his pajamas, decided to save time and grab a quick shower while he was done there. Now dressed in his plaid flannel bottoms and black thermal undershirt along with a thick pair of socks, he left his room and hurried upstairs. As he walked through the kitchen, the swirling snow outside caught his attention. He paused, watching as the wind whipped it up. “Snow dances with the wind… I wish I could be with you again…” he sang softly. It’s good we left when we did, or else we’d be stuck at Specs’… he thought as he headed out of the kitchen and back upstairs to his brother’s room. The dogs and little Gilbird trailed along behind him. Reaching the top of the stairs, Prussia turned and quickly made a beeline for the bedroom, and the warmth of his brother’s bed. He opened the door, surprised to find it dark inside. “West?”


“Why’s it so dark?” Prussia got into bed. Berlitz jumped up on the bed and settling in next to him, while the other two dogs made themselves at home on the floor, next to his side of the bed.

“Because one generally sleeps in the dark.” Germany sat up. “Why’s the dog on the bed?”

“Cuz she likes to sleep with me. They all usually do.” Prussia was hard pressed to suppress a yawn.

“She’s not supposed to be up here.”

“West, she’s not hurting anything.”

Germany made a soft sound of annoyance. “If I wasn’t so tired, I’d argue the point with you, but I really wish you’d make her get down.”

“Please?” Prussia snuggled up to him.

“You want me to argue with you?” Germany turned his head, coming nose to nose with his brother. He tried not to yawn as he stared myopically at him.

Prussia smirked. “No… just let Berlitz stay, since she’s used to it with me.”

Germany sighed. “You’re as bad as Italy.”

“I know and that’s why you love me.” Prussia tilted his head and kissed Germany’s nose.

A brief smiled tugged the corners of Germany’s mouth upwards. “Good night, Bruder.” He reached up, lightly caressing his brother’s cheek, before rolling over and closing his eyes. A slight rolling of the bed and Prussia was spooning in behind him. Germany felt just as loved as he had all those years ago when he was younger and Prussia would sneak in after being away to snuggle with him. Somehow, the warmth at his back and the memory of their lovemaking, made him feel even more so…


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 22nd, 2014 03:58 am (UTC)
This was super hot, and I loved the playful banter between them! :D And the dog on the bed in the end was a great touch, haha!

By the way, the word Brüder is plural, so you should use Bruder if you want them to refer to each other as their brother in German.
Apr. 22nd, 2014 04:18 am (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks! I'm sooo glad you liked it!

Yeah? I thought it was the other way around. XD Thanks! *thinks about all the ficcage I need to go fix* XD
Apr. 22nd, 2014 12:14 pm (UTC)
Aw this was so sweet! And such great imagery with the snow!
Apr. 22nd, 2014 12:16 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! :D
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