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Day 8: Free Day

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“I love everything those hands can do”

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Day 8. Free day

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Day 7: Soulmates

Even if tragedy befalls them, they'll find their way to each other again in the next life.

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Day 7. Soulmates | Tattoos

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Pruk Week 2022: Day 6

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Prompt: Fantasy/Supernatural || Blood

Rating: T

Pairing: Pruk

Word Count: 918

The Vampire and the Priest

Dear Father Beilschmidt,

I thought it would be nice to try something different tonight. After all, it doesn’t seem fair for me to be the only one getting something out of this. I’ll be waiting for you in the garden under that old oak tree. See you soon.

Sincerely,

Arthur Kirkland

Gilbert couldn’t help but smile to himself as he read over the letter again. For a creature of darkness, Arthur seemed to be a decent man. A little ill-tempered and prideful, but when he was kind, he was far kinder than any man Gilbert had ever met. And to think Gilbert thought he was a hellspawn upon first meeting him (though in the literal sense, he kind of was).

He made sure everything was prepped for mass tomorrow before closing up and heading out back to the garden.

Sure enough, Arthur was sitting under the old oak that overlooked the garden from the back. An old blanket had been laid out, and bags of some sort surrounded the Brit.

“Would you looky here?” Gilbert said with a smirk, “Trying  to romance a servant of God?” But for all the priest’s cockiness, the sight of a picnic for two in the quiet of the garden did not fail to make his heart speed up.

“Perhaps,” Arthur shot back just as slyly, “Judging by that heartbeat, you wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

Gilbert felt his ears go hot. “You know I…”

Arthur sighed and leaned back against the tree. “I know.” He gave him a strained smile. “I was just teasing anyway.”

Gilbert took a seat beside him, peeking into one of the bags. “Is this…”

“Mhm, all your favourites.”

“All of them? How much do you think I eat?”

“Well, obviously not enough. Look how pale and sickly you look,” Arthur teased, lifting Gilbert’s arm.

“Excuse me? I am perfectly fit and muscular. And you know I’m naturally pale.”

“I’m just teasing darling. There are extras, so you have leftovers. After all, you’ve given me plenty of meals, I’d like to be at least somewhat even.”

Gilbert did his best to brush off the nickname. His friend had a habit of dropping them randomly. Sometimes he wondered if Arthur even realized he was doing it.

The evening rolled on, Gilbert ate more than his fair share of food. He couldn’t remember when he ate like this last. Oh well, he worked hard and deserved to have a little indulgence. After a while, he slumped against the tree, unable to eat another bite.

Arthur looked over at him, licking his lips, a hungry look in his eyes. “May I?” he asked softly.

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Day 5 Pruk week,  Family/first kiss:

This is what inspired me to write one of my fics "but muum", but i havent gotten around to writing up to it yet, this will be added as a chapter later, but i think you should probably read the fic first to get a vague gist of what the fuck is going on, but this could perhaps be read as a standalone.

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Both Arthur and Gilbert, to say the least, were a fucking adorable pair, everyone in the family and most out of it agreed.

And right now, in Arthur's incredibly tired state, and Gilbert in an emboldened one from his chat with Matthew, they were both in the same bed, as usual.

To anybody else two men sleeping in a bed together and cuddling was kinda gay, and it was kinda gay just the two had managed to put off admitting it for far too long and just about everyone was incredibly done with their shit.

Even fucking Ireland and Belgium who both had their little thing going in between them were done with their shit.

Being a man of both far too many and far too inhibitions, Arthur had decided to not sleep for about 3 nights straight, and aside from looking absolutely more undead than usual, sleep deprivation tends to make him more clingy, though only to people he trusts, otherwise. He becomes a whole other universe if grouchy, snapping at everyone and everything.

The rest if the family had managed to covince Arthur to lay the fuck down, and by convince i mean that Ireland and New zealand threatened to kill both him and Alfred with a spoon to get them to sleep, and in instead of risking a slow painful death from brain damage, they decided to actually go the fuck to sleep.

Matt had given Gilbert an encouraging thumbs up, Zee had given him a high and wished him luck, India gave him a look that said "teenagers" as if he wasn't nearly a thousand, well that was about a quarter of India's age.

Anyways Australia asked Gilbert to promise him, that if this worked he would treat Arthur well or he would be dead, and this was said with such honesty and actual familial love, that Gilbert swore on his own life, wondering how Arthur had managed to be blessed with such amazing children.

The British isles gave a similar sort of threat, but with concern for both, Dylan saying "I know he's a bastard, but he is very bad when it comes to matters of the heart, so please be gentle with him please."

Spoken like a true older brother, speaking for his entire emotionally constipated brood.

Denmark gave him a rather interesting text that detailed far too many things about the  Englishmans sex life that seemed to be written by France, why Denmark had the text was beyond him, also leaving him with a couple words of "encouragement", Denmark warned that if Arthur murdered him, he wont be paying for his funeral.

Gilbert knew this was the jest of a close friend, he was not dim enough to take it seriously, but as he apprehensively walked up the stairs and down the corridor to Arthur's room, he started to have second thoughts.

I mean I could always wait a few more days.

Or years.

Or centuries.

The thought of waiting much longer was so utterly miserable to Gilbert's mind that his psyche went.

Nah fuck it.

And allowed him to walk into the room where Arthur was decidedly not sleeping, somehow still awake enough to be tapping away at his laptop, though slower than usual, Gilbert approached him.

"Arthur, you really should sleep?" That was not what he wanted to come out at that moment but for once Gilbert did not have a plan and was (as some would say) going with the flow.

And currently the flow was about as smooth as the Volga in midwinter, which was to say that it was barely flowing at all, but when Arthur didn't move from his chair, Gilbert had to try a more imaginative approach.

"Come lay down, we can cuddle?" That sounded to fucking cheesy to Gilbert and Arthur looked at him, a little wistfully if he would say so himself, though it could very much just be a trick of the light.

"What makes it look like i *yawn* want to cuddle?" Arthur was speaking a bit too quick to be normal, great he was jacked up on caffeine too.

"Well, you're always cuddling me when you do sleep, and you look absolutely adorable." Ooh bit too direct, I hope he doesn't think in an ass or something.

"You're an ass Gilbert, you know that." 

WHAT DID I SAY, I KNEW HE WOULD SAY THAT.

Gil thought he fucked up good as Arthur's eyes travelled from him to the computer, back and forth as if to decide which would be more profitable for him, and to buy Arthur's and Gilbert's surprise, Arthur chose Gilbert.

Tips of his ears far too red Arthur grumbled "Don't get any ideas, I'm just tired." Before getting into bed and mentioning for Gilbert to join him after switching off his laptop, on some tab about trade reports and governmental deficits that seemed so frightfully boring.

The room now cloaked in darkness, and the house being unnaturally silent, even as everyone was awake, the two lay down on the bed together, as if they'd been doing this for centuries.

Which I mean they had but this time it felt a bit different.

Arthur on Gilbert's arm, a bit too close for Gilbert not to think that maybe Arthur actually did love him back, Gilbert's hand slowly going through Arthur's birds nest looking hair, slowly smoothing it out to some semblance of cleanliness before Gilbert, in an odd moment if courage, gave Arthur a chaste kiss on the forehead while both were still awake.

Usually if either ever did a kiss they were drunk or the other was asleep, but now both were very much within consciousness and lucidity.

Gilbert braced himself to get an earful from Arthur, perhaps him even getting out of bed in a huff, but none of that happened, instead Arthur seemed to be mentioning to kiss him again.

WHAT THAT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK.

He repeated the kiss, this time it lasted a little longer, lingering for a second or two on Arthur's forehead, and if this wasn't such an odd situation Gilbert would have laughed at how the kiss immediately eased the tension within both of their bodies, but this was just too surreal to even be actually happening, and was miles away from Gilbert or Arthur being able to think full cohesive thoughts.

Finally, through a silence that could not be considered awkward, yet not considered incredibly comfortable either, one of them, Arthur, rasped "Gilbert...Gilbert why did you do that?" He sounded far more disbelieving than angry, yet Gilbert still thought he managed to mess something up.

"Shit shit shit, I'm sorry Arthur, really!"

Arthur looked at him, dead in the eye even in the dim light of the room, and seeing the actual fear and misery in his eyes, and the fluttering of his heart in his own chest, Arthur replied with "Why ever so?"

"I-I kissed you, are you not mad?"

"Why would I be Gilbert."

The room descended into silence again, this time loaded with tension and anticipation, which was shattered, rather brutally if I may add, by Arthur saying "Plus that was barely a kiss, let me show you how it's done."

With a surprising amount of agility from someone so sleep deprived, Arthur crashed his lips to Gilbert's, whose mind took a little longer to catch up with what his body was doing, too busy being distracted by this to respond immediately, god this felt so goodboth both their bodies so close together as they kissed.

But when he finally pushed back, he was not expecting such fervent from Arthur, he was even nipping Gilbert's lips as he deepened the kiss far beyond anywhere Gilbert had ever gone younger exploring Gilbert's slack mouth.

The poor soul had had around 3 romantic kisses in his life and was not prepared for this at all, Arthur tasted like coffee and tea with the vaguest taste of old cigarettes

Finally separating, both breathing hard, Gilbert whispered, a garbled mix of English and German "that was amazing."

Arthur looked both very embarrassed and incredibly relieved, one would after waiting so long and having it all come down like this was incredibly satisfying for the both of them.

Arthur slid off Gilbert, tucking himself back in the blanket as if nothing happened, as Gilbert's mind raced at a million miles an hour. Which started to exceed the speed of light as Arthur snuggled up close to him and fell asleep almost immediately, after mumbling, so quietly that Gilbert could barely hear it.

"I love you."

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Pruk Week 2022: Day 5

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Prompts:  Family | Kisses

Rating: T

Pairings: Pruk and ScotGer (Germany x Scotland)

Word Count: 581

Runs in the Family

The annual reunion of the British Isles Siblings was a gathering not many wanted to be at. But as Arthur’s boyfriend, Gilbert had to accompany him to ensure he didn’t get into too much trouble.

“We’ll be in and out,” Arthur explained as he fiddled with his cufflinks, “I’m just going to greet my siblings, tell them we’re dating, grab a drink, then sneak off to the garden for the rest of the night.”

Gilbert wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. His lover looked so lovely in his burgundy suit jacket and black dress pants. “Sounds like a plan.”

Arthur straightened his clothes a bit more, though Gilbert could tell it was out of nerves rather than making himself presentable. Eventually, he got annoyed with his boyfriend’s fretting, and so, he spun the Brit around and pressed a reassuring kiss on his lips. “You look very handsome mein Hase,” Gilbert beamed.

Arthur’s cheeks heated up. “Ah…W-Well I…um. Y-You, look good too…I guess.”

Gilbert snickered and stole one more kiss.

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Arthur was squeezing Gilbert’s arm to the point he felt as though it was going to fall off. “Relax babe,” He whispered as they entered the hall.

“I’m fine,” Arthur shot back.

“That grip says otherwise. Your knuckles are white.”

“Shut up!”

Gilbert snickered, which earned him a shove.

“Shove him back,” A voice cackled from behind them, “The little bawbag can take it.”

Arthur spun around to throw his brother a hard glare. “Belt up Alastair,” he growled.

The Scotsman only laughed in response before trapping Arthur in a headlock. “See, just like this,” Alastair explained, throwing Gilbert a grin.  

“Alastair!” Arthur hissed as he wiggled in his brother’s grip, “Let me go, you bastard!”

“Alastair,” Another voice interjected, “Come on now. You promised to keep things civil–”

Alastair, Arthur, and Gilbert all turned to find Ludwig standing behind them, a look of horror on his face.

“West, what the hell are you doing here?” Gilbert gaped.

“I-I could ask the same of you.” Ludwig tried to sound stern, but it was clear his nerves were high from being caught.

“Well…This is awkward…” Alastair said with a choked laugh. He made his way over to Ludwig, who had gone a deep shade of red. Alastair gave him a bashful smile before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling the German close. “The cat’s out of the bag I guess.”

“You…You’re…Lud…Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend? My boyfriend’s brother of all people?” Gilbert stammered.

“Because you’d react like this.”

“Like what?” It was Gilbert’s turn to grip Arthur tightly.

“Protective, overbearing, try to intimidate Alastair.”

“What?” Gilbert scoffed, “I would never.”

Ludwig, Alastair, and even Arthur gave him an unimpressed look. “And what about you?” Ludwig started up again, “Didn’t care to tell me you were dating my boyfriend’s brother either?”

The tips of Gilbert’s ears turned red. “I-I thought we were obvious.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Well, now we all know,” he interjected. He grabbed Gilbert’s hand and began pulling him away as the former nation tried desperately to retort. “Goodbye Allie, Ludwig. And don’t you try to pull anything funny with him, Alastair. Ludwig is a good lad.”

“I’m not you,” Alastair teased, “I don’t go around defiling good Christian boys.”

Gilbert’s face reddened while Arthur tensed. Let’s just say a new record was set in how quickly a fight broke out at the British Isles family reunion.

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Day 4: Myths & Gods

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Pruk Week 2022: Day 4

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Prompt:  Myths & gods || Letters

Rating: T

Pairing: Pruk

Word Count: 655

Author’s Note: This a sort of historical based fic set at different times following ww2, during the Allies’ occupation of Germany and at the very end, during the Berlin Wall. 

Dear Prussia,

I know things have been…rough to say the least. Occupation isn’t ideal, but we can’t have a repeat of last time. Got to make sure the economy stays stable, homes and businesses are rebuilt, and all that. I’m sure you understand since you are well versed in war. It is a far better option than complete invasion don’t you think?

It’s temporary, I assure you. For your brother’s benefit. Speaking of Germany, I’ll look out for him for you. He has been rather quiet. Not speaking to any of us, but not pushing back either. If you have any knowledge about what could be causing this shutdown, please share. Who knows how this could affect the nation? Or perhaps it is because of something going on in the nation. Either way, it is imperative I am we are made aware.

I know you’re probably confused, maybe even betrayed. But I promise this is all for the best. 

I miss you. I still love you. I’m sorry. We’ll keep in touch okay?

I look forward to your reply.

Sincerely,

England

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Dear Prussia,

Get out of there now. You were right; this was a stupid idea, but you’ve got to believe me when I say we were just trying to do the right thing. Prevent a repeat of what had happened and keep you two stable. But of course, Russia isn’t making it easy on us. Don’t tell Alfred I said this, but he was right when he said we couldn’t trust the Soviets.

I haven’t heard from Russia since his bosses banned him from meetings. Part of me hopes he didn’t want any of this, but…You’re with him, so you’d probably have a better idea where his head is at right now.

Our bosses didn’t help matters, making some major decisions without proper consultation with the USSR. We have some plans to combat further escalation, but I’m worried about you Gilbert. You need to leave while you still can. There is no telling what will happen next. The border isn’t tightly controlled currently. You could come live with me even, and no one would have to know. I’ll even pay for your subway ticket.

Sorry…That sounds desperate, doesn’t it? I don’t care anymore. Gilbert, I love you, and I just want to be able to hold you again.

I’ll be anxiously waiting for your reply.

Love,

Arthur Kirkland

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Day 4. Myths & gods | Letters

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