APH: Memento
Title: Memento
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: Austria, Prussia, mentions of Hungary; Prussia/Austria and past Austria/Hungary
Rating: T
Summary: For prompt #45, "Rings" - also for o0litodreamer0o. Prussia sees something unsettling when annoying Austria.
"C'mon~!"
"Prussia, really." An annoyed sigh, a hand against the forehead. "I am very, very busy..."
"Yeah, yeah, you're always busy!" Prussia whined, and yanked harder at Austria's cravat. "Every time I come over here, it's always the same thing."
"Did you ever think that maybe that was my way of getting rid of you?" Austria asked, shuffling absently through his music, missing the predatory grin that spread across the other nation's face.
"So...what you're saying is, you really have no excuse not to take a break." Prussia countered slyly, standing behind the brunette and slipping a hand down Austria's front, deftly feeling out the buttons with his fingers.
Austria slapped his hand away with less force than normal, something Prussia took to be a good sign. "Prussia, is that all you think about?" he asked in exasperation, ignoring the feeling rising in his stomach as Prussia's hand returned with annoying dedication, managing to get two buttons undone before his hand was removed again.
"Nah." Prussia replied flippantly, sliding around to face Austria, nudging the brunette's legs apart and settling in between them. His ass hit Austria's piano keys, releasing a chord of jarring notes, and he watched the dark haired nation wince.
"Sometimes," he continued, fingers returning to the rest of the buttons. "Sometimes I think about doing you on top of the piano, or in the bedroom, or in the shower.......ya see? Variety!" he beamed at Austria - when he received only a frustrated, half-hearted glower in response, he figured he was in the clear.
Prussia leaned forward and nipped sharply at Austria's bottom lip.
"If you get that stick out of your ass, Roderich," he chuckled. "I'll give you something...nicer to fill it with."
"You're insufferable." Austria groaned, clutching at Prussia's elbows as the white haired nation pulled open his jacket, working on the shirt below. The cravat that Prussia found unnecessary, flamboyant, and annoying hovered in the nation's face - he took great pleasure in ripping it from Austria's throat, ignoring the aristocrat's cry, and flinging it to the side.
Austria gave him an annoyed stare. His hands, slender and suited for the piano, were already tugging at Prussia's shirt, and the white haired nation allowed a lazy smirk to play across his face. He noticed a thin chain around Austria's neck that fell below the line of his shirt.
Prussia twined his fingers around the chain. He missed the widening of Austria's eyes, the way his hands still and went to his throat.
"Prussia, wait - " he began.
"You wear a necklace?" Prussia asked, his voice taunting. "Cute! What's it got, a charm on it?" he yanked it up above Austria's shirt.
There was a ring looped through the chain, a small gold band that looked well-worn and old, metal polished to a dull gleam. Prussia studied it, head cocked to the side.
Austria felt foolish, sitting with his legs spread on a piano bench, flushed and nervous, watching his part-enemy-part-reluctant-friend-part-irritating-lover study his necklace. Prussia's face descended first into confusion, then realization, then irritation, then...
Prussia looked up at him, red eyes burning with a mixture of sulkiness and jealousy. "This your wedding ring?" he asked.
No point in lying. It wasn't like Austria was ashamed of it or anything. "Yes." he answered simply.
A growl tore itself from Prussia's throat. "You just...carry it around like this?"
"Yes." Austria repeated. "Ever since Hungary and I divorced."
Another growl. Prussia looked positively murderous. "So you still think about her?"
"Not necessarily." Austria tried to placate the other nation, shifting uncomfortably on the piano bench. "Hungary and I are still friendly with one another. I don't know if she has kept her ring as well, but I thought it was a nice reminder of the past - "
Prussia yanked at the chain. It nearly broke, and Austria yelped as the metal bit into his neck. He pushed Prussia away with growing irritation.
"What's the matter with you?" he demanded as Prussia practically sat on his poor piano keys, a dark sulk on his face. The chords were getting on Austria's nerves.
"It's been long enough." Prussia grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. The buttons Austria himself had been undoing left the red eyed nation's shirt hanging open, revealing a tempting display of milky white skin. "I thought you'd be over her."
Austria blinked, once, twice. "Are you...jealous?" he asked scornfully. Prussia averted his eyes.
"This is stupid!" he finally declared, and righted himself. Austria mentally sighed for his piano keys. Struggling to button his shirt up, Prussia sniffed and exclaimed, "I'm leaving!"
"Prussia." Austria sighed, and held out a hand. "Prussia, come here."
The white haired nation paused, eyes narrowed in suspicion, as if afraid Austria would start berating him. When Austria stayed silent, Prussia slunk back towards him, straddling his legs this time.
"Just because I keep mementos," Austria began sternly, inwardly rolling his eyes at the other man's childishness. "Doesn't mean I have my head in the past. It's just a trinket." He fixed Prussia with what he hoped was a sincere enough gaze. "Promise."
There was a pause. Prussia reached out to touch the ring, fingers flicking briefly and almost apologetically to the red line on Austria's neck.
"I still want you to take it off." Prussia announced. Wryly, Austria smiled and unclasped the necklace. Prussia's patience only lasted until Austria had tucked the ring and chain into his jacket, lying strewn on the bench beside him.
Then Prussia pounced and set to work making sure Austria's thoughts were not on the ring, Hungary, or anything outside the parlor for the next hour.
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: Austria, Prussia, mentions of Hungary; Prussia/Austria and past Austria/Hungary
Rating: T
Summary: For prompt #45, "Rings" - also for o0litodreamer0o. Prussia sees something unsettling when annoying Austria.
"C'mon~!"
"Prussia, really." An annoyed sigh, a hand against the forehead. "I am very, very busy..."
"Yeah, yeah, you're always busy!" Prussia whined, and yanked harder at Austria's cravat. "Every time I come over here, it's always the same thing."
"Did you ever think that maybe that was my way of getting rid of you?" Austria asked, shuffling absently through his music, missing the predatory grin that spread across the other nation's face.
"So...what you're saying is, you really have no excuse not to take a break." Prussia countered slyly, standing behind the brunette and slipping a hand down Austria's front, deftly feeling out the buttons with his fingers.
Austria slapped his hand away with less force than normal, something Prussia took to be a good sign. "Prussia, is that all you think about?" he asked in exasperation, ignoring the feeling rising in his stomach as Prussia's hand returned with annoying dedication, managing to get two buttons undone before his hand was removed again.
"Nah." Prussia replied flippantly, sliding around to face Austria, nudging the brunette's legs apart and settling in between them. His ass hit Austria's piano keys, releasing a chord of jarring notes, and he watched the dark haired nation wince.
"Sometimes," he continued, fingers returning to the rest of the buttons. "Sometimes I think about doing you on top of the piano, or in the bedroom, or in the shower.......ya see? Variety!" he beamed at Austria - when he received only a frustrated, half-hearted glower in response, he figured he was in the clear.
Prussia leaned forward and nipped sharply at Austria's bottom lip.
"If you get that stick out of your ass, Roderich," he chuckled. "I'll give you something...nicer to fill it with."
"You're insufferable." Austria groaned, clutching at Prussia's elbows as the white haired nation pulled open his jacket, working on the shirt below. The cravat that Prussia found unnecessary, flamboyant, and annoying hovered in the nation's face - he took great pleasure in ripping it from Austria's throat, ignoring the aristocrat's cry, and flinging it to the side.
Austria gave him an annoyed stare. His hands, slender and suited for the piano, were already tugging at Prussia's shirt, and the white haired nation allowed a lazy smirk to play across his face. He noticed a thin chain around Austria's neck that fell below the line of his shirt.
Prussia twined his fingers around the chain. He missed the widening of Austria's eyes, the way his hands still and went to his throat.
"Prussia, wait - " he began.
"You wear a necklace?" Prussia asked, his voice taunting. "Cute! What's it got, a charm on it?" he yanked it up above Austria's shirt.
There was a ring looped through the chain, a small gold band that looked well-worn and old, metal polished to a dull gleam. Prussia studied it, head cocked to the side.
Austria felt foolish, sitting with his legs spread on a piano bench, flushed and nervous, watching his part-enemy-part-reluctant-friend-part-irritating-lover study his necklace. Prussia's face descended first into confusion, then realization, then irritation, then...
Prussia looked up at him, red eyes burning with a mixture of sulkiness and jealousy. "This your wedding ring?" he asked.
No point in lying. It wasn't like Austria was ashamed of it or anything. "Yes." he answered simply.
A growl tore itself from Prussia's throat. "You just...carry it around like this?"
"Yes." Austria repeated. "Ever since Hungary and I divorced."
Another growl. Prussia looked positively murderous. "So you still think about her?"
"Not necessarily." Austria tried to placate the other nation, shifting uncomfortably on the piano bench. "Hungary and I are still friendly with one another. I don't know if she has kept her ring as well, but I thought it was a nice reminder of the past - "
Prussia yanked at the chain. It nearly broke, and Austria yelped as the metal bit into his neck. He pushed Prussia away with growing irritation.
"What's the matter with you?" he demanded as Prussia practically sat on his poor piano keys, a dark sulk on his face. The chords were getting on Austria's nerves.
"It's been long enough." Prussia grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. The buttons Austria himself had been undoing left the red eyed nation's shirt hanging open, revealing a tempting display of milky white skin. "I thought you'd be over her."
Austria blinked, once, twice. "Are you...jealous?" he asked scornfully. Prussia averted his eyes.
"This is stupid!" he finally declared, and righted himself. Austria mentally sighed for his piano keys. Struggling to button his shirt up, Prussia sniffed and exclaimed, "I'm leaving!"
"Prussia." Austria sighed, and held out a hand. "Prussia, come here."
The white haired nation paused, eyes narrowed in suspicion, as if afraid Austria would start berating him. When Austria stayed silent, Prussia slunk back towards him, straddling his legs this time.
"Just because I keep mementos," Austria began sternly, inwardly rolling his eyes at the other man's childishness. "Doesn't mean I have my head in the past. It's just a trinket." He fixed Prussia with what he hoped was a sincere enough gaze. "Promise."
There was a pause. Prussia reached out to touch the ring, fingers flicking briefly and almost apologetically to the red line on Austria's neck.
"I still want you to take it off." Prussia announced. Wryly, Austria smiled and unclasped the necklace. Prussia's patience only lasted until Austria had tucked the ring and chain into his jacket, lying strewn on the bench beside him.
Then Prussia pounced and set to work making sure Austria's thoughts were not on the ring, Hungary, or anything outside the parlor for the next hour.