towerofanimus | What goes BUMP in the night

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What goes BUMP in the night

Characters: Prussia and Hungary/ open
Setting: In the darkened corridors of the dorms
Format: Prose?
Summary: The power's gone out, so Prussia is scouting to try to find out why this is.
Warnings: TBA

After the power had gone out, and had been out for longer than a few hours Prussia had given up on waiting around in his room and speculating on what had gone wrong in the tower. But once he was out in the hallways, armed with his sword, was when the sense of foreboding started in. It wasn't the dark that had him worried, he'd grown through the centuries where campfires were the only source of light and being in the dark was more than just a literal sense of the word. It was the movement he'd noticed in the shadows, vague humanoid shapes that'd vanish when he'd turn to peer into the murky darkness. Yet he swore he knew the silhouette of the figures that disappeared.

What had disturbed him more had been the voices that he'd sworn he'd heard calling his name and whispering close to him. Brandishing his sword he looked around into the darkness, this was much too strange for him.

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"Oh please. I've only slept with Austria. Mongolia and Turkey were completely against my will and DO NOT count." She barked before her voice caught in her throat and she sputtered just a bit.

"Don't be ridiculous! You're my childhood friend and you thought I was a man! It would be too weird and you know it. Why ruin what fragile friendship we have by adding another element of intimacy that would just...make it awkward? There's too much at risk." Their friendship was already hanging on a thread; if they ended up having sexy it could just risk snapping that thread and her losing him all together to the awkwardness.

"Yea, give us more issues." he muttered and gave up any attempts of pushing it further. What was unsaid was that it would give her more fodder against him in their fights. He didn't hate Liz, but he also didn't understand her constant need to keep him away from her. It made no sense, and maybe they had just changed as people but at times it threw him off so badly he didn't know exactly how to pull himself out of the situation.

"Liz, why when I say nice things to you, you shoot me down? If you really wanted me as a friend then I don't think you'd say the shit you do when I actually try."

"You do know you giving me backhanded compliments doesn't count as 'trying'." She said flatly. "You being sincere is still new after how many years of you saying things against me and God knows what you tell France and Spain during your 'boy's outing'."

"Look, that's trying for me alright, would you rather I just insult you the entire time?" he nearly growled but instead just sounded irritated. "I said things against you because you ran off with that pansy Austria and I didn't talk to you for nearly a century only to see that he'd given you everythign you could have ever wanted. Clothes, jewlery, mansions. Yea, can't compete with that. Not to mention you ran off when I was still figuring out how the fuck to talk to a girl." he sighed, ducking his head down having a feeling she was going to punch him.

"And when I'm with the guys, unlike what most nations think, we rarely talk about other nations or girls we know when we're out drinking."

Blinking for a moment, there was something that she really didn't understand. "Why- would running off with Austria even mean that much to you." She asked with a quirked eyebrow. "Why would you be angry that he could give me those things?"

"Nothing, forget it." he said, finally shutting up for once the entire evening. He'd let his mouth run and said too much. "Austria's a pansy, don't know why you decided to try to be domestic for his cake-munching, piano playing ass."

She recognized that pattern of his. Insulting others to make himself to sort of- feel better. Or at least to give himself confidence in the moment of things he didn't- really know about. Frowning, she grabbed his nose again and pulled his head up so they were practically face to face. "Nothing my ass. Spill it, Gilbert."

"OW, fuck off you violent woman!" he hissed and pressed his elbow into her thigh in retaliation for abusing his nose. He was not going to explain himself unless she was going to force it out of him with more than a little pain.

Feeling his elbow on her thigh made her try and tighten her legs around him more, practically wrapping them around his waist as her hand moved from his nose to the back of his hair where she gripped almost painfully hard to pull his head back and leaned down close to him. "I said tell me." She ordered. "You're hiding something and we could be dead in the morning. So just spill it."

"Fuck, I said no and we're not going to be dead" He snapped and dug his fingers of his good hand in between her ribs, to try to get her to either let go or he would do some serious damage to her side with where his hand was.

If he wanted to break her ribs then so be it. "Well too bad, I'm saying confesses what you're fricken talking about and why you denied a few things I had said. If you're really going to try and break my ribs because you're too scared to tell me then fine, but I'm pressing the matter."

"Nrgh, christ, fine. I was too scared to tell you I fucking liked you and would've courted you or dated you or whatever and then you ran off with fancy-pants Austria. You happy now?" he said, not letting up the pressure on her ribs at all.

Well. This was certainly a first for her to hear such things... And while part of her wants to slap and shake Gilbert for hiding something so big from her, she couldn't stop herself. So quickly she leaned in and crushed her mouth against his.

"Mrrrgh?!" that was not the reaction he was expecting, of all the things, not of her suddenly kissing him. He blinked owlishly in the dark and took a moment to kiss her back. The entire time he wasn't sure exactly what had just transpired but it was leading to interesting results.

Well, they could be dead by morning so- why not right? It was oddly sweet that he kind of...liked her in a way she never realized before or even considered him capable of. So why not take advantage of the situation? The Nation tilted her head and pursed her lips against his, kissing him back deeper.

It took him a moment to get a bit of sense back in his head. Once he did he put his good hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back against the wall from him.

"Okay, first question. What the fuck was that?" he asked sounding a bit breathless and a little stunned.

"Does it matter that much?" She asked quietly with her own breath coming out a bit more huskier than normal and lower in tone ad pitch. "I mean, I knew i was a bad kisser if that's what you're getting at." She said with a small shrug and tilt of her head. "Thinking on it- well- we could be dead tomorrow. So why not take advantage of what we can with important people?"

He had to pause and stare at what he knew was her face. Even in the dark he could roughly see where she was.

"Seeing as like, five minutes ago you didn't want to touch me, yeah it does matter. But you aren't bad at kissing, then again you only had Rodder-dick to go by so I can't blame you on that if you are."

Rolling her eyes she just sighed and leaned back against the wall with her arms folding across her chest. "Fine, just forget it then. "

"Look... just... arg. I'm shit at talking about this stuff. It's just.... it's fucking hard to y'know have this turned 180 on me... especailly after centuries of ignoring it." he mumbled and placed his good hand on her cheek, tucking some of her hair back behind her ear.

She tensed at his fingertips but soon enough relaxed the best she could. "Yes well, it's odd for me too but- I'm trying not to think. Just do..." She said quietly as her eyes cast away from his silhouette only to blush dark when he tucked her hair behind her ear. Part of her wondered if he would leave it at that or just- rip chunks of her hair out like he used to.

Nope, no hair pulling, he just left it at the simple touch. "Damn you sound like me for once." he smirked faintly in the dark and let his hand rest aginst her neck. He really didn't know where to go from there. Sure he knew what he wanted, his pants being slightly too tight were enough of a clue but he really didn't need a broken arm or nose to match his wrist.

"I assumed spontaneous was better than being predictable." She said flatly only to tense just a little more when his hand rested against her neck. She liked the warmth but more so worried about his wrist... if they were to do anything then he would probably be at the mercy of his own pain. "Anyways...come, you should lay on the bed and I'll tuck you in so you're warmer and don't get sick."

"Usually yea." he said and looked away from her in the direction he assumed a bed was in. "Do I get to lie on you in the bed? Because I'm rather comfortable where I am, thanks." Not to mention he didn't think walking was exactly a great thing even if it was only a few steps.

Blinking curiously, Hungary shook her head with her brows furrowed just a bit. "No..I was just- going to put you and tuck you in bed while I stood watch or sat near the bathroom." She said with a blink as she rubbed her cheek. "I really hadn't put much thought in to it I'm afraid...plus I thought you'd want a bed to yourself."

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