PruAus: drunken confession

It was a day like any other in the life of the self-proclaimed awesome Prussia. In other words, he was in the bar, getting drunk as hell. His brother was with him, and pretty wasted too.
“B-Bruder?” Prussia hiccupped.
“Ja? What is it?”
“Ich liebe dich”
“Ich liebe dich auch bruder”

Prussia embraced his younger brother, just to hear two girls laughing. He looked up to see his arch-enemy, Hungary, and one of her yaoi-loving friends, Sharona. Hungary had a camera in her hands, and Sharona put some tissues in her nose.
“There’s just one way this can get better: PruAus!”
“Yeah, you’re right!”
“Shut up verdamnt witches!”

The girls laughed at their nickname, and Prussia took his stuff.
“I’m out of here!”
“What? Going to Austria?”
“Shut it witch! Why does everyone thing we’re a couple?!”
“Because it’s cute!”

Prussia walked out, faintly hearing Germany saying something about coming home later. As if he cared. He was going home, and then to bed.
“Why would it be so ‘cute’ if Austria and I were a couple anyway?! It’s not like I like him… Okay…maybe I do…BUT NO WAY I’M SAYING THAT OUT LOUD! …Although… maybe now would be the right time to tell it… Ja! That’s what I’m going to do! I’m going to tell that aristocrat just how I’m feeling!”
And with those words, the drunken Prussian changed his course and walked to Austria’s house.

Austria was doing nothing special. He was just playing the piano. That was, until he heard his door open and close. Looking up, he saw the Prussian standing in the door.
“Liebling, Ich bin home”
“What? This isn’t your home. Are you drunk again?”
“Maybe a little…” hiccup.
“Urgh… go home….”
“But I want to hang out with you!”
“Nein, it’s late!”
“So what?”
“So, I going to go to bed, and you should go home!”
“Is something the matter?”
“Why ja! You are annoying! Go home!”

Austria turned back to his piano and positioned his fingers at the keys. What was that damn Prussia thinking?! And he called him liebling… Austria has had a crush on the Prussian for quite some centuries now, but of course he wouldn’t say it. Prussia would just make fun of and is it as a disadvantage!
“Nein is nein, I’m not leaving”
“Urgh… I will now express my anger and utter disgust trough the piano”

And there went Chopin again, expressing the Austrian’s  ‘anger and utter disgust’. Whenever he did that to Germany, he would just stand there and listen, but that was not the same for Prussia. Halfway the song, Prussia wrapped his arm around Austria, hugging him from behind, making the Austrian stop playing out of shock.
“Awww, don’t be like that”
“U-unhand me you dummkopf!”
“Nein”

Austria tried to break free, but the Prussia was stronger. He pulled the brown-haired man closer to him and tightened his grip.
“I know you like it Austria”
“Nein I don’t! Now unhand me!”
“Nein mein liebling"

The Austrian gritted his teeth and growled. Who did he think he was?! Coming to his home uninvited, claiming it was his home, and calling him liebling… Austria couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it, but he was angry because the Prussian was toying with him feelings.
The Prussian, on the other hand, was sad. Sure, Alcohol had clouded his mind, but he was still pretty much down to earth. It made him sad that Austria resisted so much. Sure, he expected Austria not to love him, but he was NOT leaving his house without a kiss.

“Why so angry Austria? I love you”
“Y-y-you drank t-too much!!”
“No I didn’t! …okay maybe a little… but I’m not lying”
“O-of course you are!”
Austria began struggling again, only to feel the Prussian’s lips on his cheek, stopping him in his tracks.
“I am not! Kesesesese~”
“…”
“Still not believing me, huh?”
“U-UNHAND ME RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I will… I…”
“You will what?”

That’s where the Prussian got him. In this position, there’s nothing the Austrian man could do.
“In that case,  I won’t let you go. Just let me love you”
“N-nein! That’s gross!”
“What is gross?”
“Falling in love with someone of the same sex!  It’s simply disgusting!”
“did you ever try kissing someone from the same sex?”
“…Nein…. BUT I’M NOT PLANNING TO EITHER!”
“But I am, come on, you will like it” and with that, the Prussian turned the Austrian around, kissing him on the lips. Austria was shocked, mind going blank. He didn’t kiss back, neither did he pull back. He just stayed still. Prussia was surprised by this, in a pleasant way, breaking away.

“See, you liked it, you didn’t even fight back. You don’t hate it”
“…”
“Just try, you have to”
“I-I don’t have to do anything!”
“You you do, I will MAKE you try it, whether you like it or not”
“…”
“Come on, just give in, mein liebling"
The albino looked straight in the eyes of the Austrian, making him blush. Austria’s mind was just like a battlefield. One side of his mind wanted to kiss the Prussian here and now, showing him that he loved him too, the other side yelled it was wrong and disgusting, and probably were the emotions not even real, because Prussia was drunk. After a battle in his head, the first group won. Austria pushed his lips on the other man’s in a small, shy kiss.

“See? Was that so bad?” the Prussian smirked.
“…just shut up”
“Why?”
“Because it’s embarrassing!”
“No, it is not. It’s normal. Don’t worry liebling, you’ll get used to it”
“…”
“And don’t worry, Hungary doesn’t have to know”
“SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!”
“Not?”
“Gut, then I’m your boyfriend now”
“…fine”
Prussia released Austria from his grip and smiled at him. Finally, that damn aristocrat had given in. He didn’t actually expect he would, was thought he would leave after one kiss, but no way he was leaving now. Sadly enough, the Austrian had other thoughts.

“Now go home! You’re still drunk!”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are! You reek of beer! Go to bed, you’re having a headache tomorrow!”
“So what?”
“urgh… just go to bed!”
“What are you? My vati?”
“…What did I get myself into…?”
“I don’t know… daddy! Kesesesese~”
Chopin was heard through the room.
“Oooow, daddy is angry! Daddy, I don’t want to sleep yet!”
“Fine! Than go drink some more beer, get yourself an even bigger headache!”

Why didn’t that damn Prussia understand? Austria cared a lot for him, but even though he knew about  Prussia’s feeling for him, he still had troubles expressing that.
“Aww, Austria don’t be like that… I don’t like it when you’re mad at me… fine, I’ll leave”
“…Gut”

-------------------------------------------The next day---------------------------------------------------
Prussia walked into Austria’s house, looking pretty bothered. He didn’t have a hangover, but he felt bad. He, and his drunken mind, forced Austria into this. He soon heard his crush in the piano room, but this time, he was playing the violin.


“Hey Austria”
“Oh, hallo Prussia”
“I’m lucky, I don’t have a hangover”
“That’s a relief”
“But…”
“But what?”
“You don’t want a relationship with me, do you?”
“Eh?”
“I don’t want to force you or anything”
Austria put his violin down and walked over to Prussia, hugging him.
“Dummkopf, If I didn’t want that, I would’ve hit you yesterday”
“Yeah… w-wai! What?”
“You heard me”
“But you said it was gross and all!”
“Because I thought you were toying with me”
“A-and you also looked shocked…”
“Because… I kind of felt like this for a while now… but I guess I was just too scared to say it”
“Wait? You also love me? Why didn’t you say so?”
“You were drunk! I thought it was just a sick joke but… now you are here saying this and… Prussia… Ich liebe dich”

Austria pulled Prussia down into a kiss, and it didn’t take Prussia long to kiss back. When they parted, Prussia was the first to speak again.
“Ich liebe dich auch, kleiner prinz”