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Prussia's Fantasy

Title: Prussia’s Fantasy
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia, Germany
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 888
Summary: While perusing a Playboy, Prussia indulges in a fantasy, before deciding reality is so much better…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta, Kat, for looking this over for me.
Author’s note 2: This was written for “May is Masturbation Month” and takes place during season 5 of the anime.

Prussia lay on the cot in his tent with the Playboy he had stolen out of America’s tent during his little spy mission with his brother. He flipped through the pages, laughing softly to himself at the innocent, yet suggestive poses of the girls inside. They were nothing compared to stuff found in the stack of magazines his brother had hidden in the bottom of his footlocker. Prussia, skimming the articles, also found them amusing. I’m definitely going to lend this to West… he thought. And speaking of West… Hello!

Turning the page, Prussia came across a pretty and very buxom blonde, who was wearing nothing more than a pearl necklace, a see-through half apron that left little to the imagination, and pair of heels. They way her hair was pulled back and the pout that graced her full, kissable lips, reminded Prussia of his younger brother. It was further enhanced by the fact that she was presumably making a cake, judging by the bowl and spoon she held just under her bosom. Prussia moaned softly as the image of the girl slowly morphed into that of his brother.

Supporting the magazine in one hand, Prussia reached down with his free hand and unbuckled his pants. He also unbuttoned his fly, before easing himself out of his boxers and pants, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. He also pushed his shirt and undershirt up out of the way, baring his stomach. As he lay there, imagining the girl in the picture making the cake was his brother; Prussia stroked the length of his cock. He grew hard under his ministrations and occasionally a soft moan would escape his lips while he pleasured himself.

Letting his imagination run wild, Prussia pictured himself and his brother in their kitchen at home. In his fantasy, Prussia was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper while enjoying a cup of coffee, while his brother puttered about making a cake. Just like the girl in the magazine, Germany was dressed in nothing more than a barely-there apron. Prussia moaned softly as his mind’s eye followed the line of Germany’s leg from ankle to thigh, shifting slightly to the left as he gazed upon his brother’s thick cock and heavy sac at the apex of his thighs. It would flash in and out of view as Germany moved about the kitchen, offering the occasional glimpse of his firm, tight arse.

Prussia let out a loud moan when his brother bent to put the cake in the over, offering a tantalizing look at the back of his muscular thighs and his butt. Prussia felt the little waves of pleasure wash over him while he fantasized about doing his brother. He pumped his fist faster, inching himself closer and closer to his release. It felt really good and he let out another moan.

Germany walked past his brother’s tent at that moment and heard him moaning. He paused, wondering what was wrong, and called out to him. “Gilbert?” he said softly, using his brother’s human name since they weren’t alone in camp. He got another moan in reply.

Inside the tent, Prussia felt his balls tightening. He pumped faster and as he started to cum, his brother entered the tent. Prussia caught his brother’s gaze, holding it briefly, before his eyes slid shut and he climaxed into his hand with a loud moan.

Germany stood there, his own eyes closed as he covered his face with his hand. He was starting to feel annoyed with his brother, for all his overall nonsense as well as leading him to believe he was ill. Then Germany realized that Prussia had no idea he would be passing by his tent at that precise moment, so the bulk of Germany’s annoyance shifted onto himself for caring so much about him that he had to go investigate. Running his hand down his face, his brows knitted together as his lips pursed into a deep frown, Germany looked up and met Prussia’s gaze again.

Prussia’s lips twitched upwards into a dopey smile as he basked in his sexual high. He chuckled softly at the look on his brother’s face. If you only knew, West… Setting the magazine aside, he said, “Hey, West? Can you get me a pair of socks out of my footlocker? I need to clean up… West?”

Germany went over to the small lock-box at the foot of Prussia’s cot. Opening it, he rummaged around inside until he found a pair of socks, but instead of handing them to his brother, he balled them up and threw them at him. A faint smile graced his lips. “Meet me in my tent,” he said as he picked up the Playboy. Turning on his heel, Germany left the tent.

Prussia shot him a cocky grin. “I’ll be there in a minute!” he called out as he cleaned himself up. Hiking his pants up, Prussia swung his legs off the cot and stood. He quickly tucked his shirt back in and did up his fly. Buckling his belt, Prussia dusted himself off, before he left the tent. Fantasy West may be sexy, but nothing beats the real thing… he thought as he trotted over to his brother’s tent, thoughts of what he would find there, dancing in his head.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 17th, 2014 06:22 pm (UTC)
It's great, Kira!
May. 19th, 2014 12:15 am (UTC)
Thanks, Kat! :D
May. 22nd, 2014 06:49 pm (UTC)
You're welcome!
May. 22nd, 2014 06:59 pm (UTC)
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