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"LAME" "LOSER" "SUCK IT!" "YOU JUST AREN'T AWESOME LIKE ME"
All things Hungary as heard from a certain silver haired nation. Though even to her, his feelings were obvious. Prussia's feelings were obvious to everyone but himself. Even when people told it straight to his face, he still couldn't see it. Well... maybe more so that he refused to believe it.
After a particularly irritating argument with Hungary and Belarus… Prussia decided to show up at Spain’s house. He didn’t need to give any warning, Spain will be fine with it.
“HEY, SPAIN! AWESOME PRUSSIA IS HERE, OPEN UP!” Prussia bangs on the door, not bothering to wait at all for the other nation to get to his door.
“Ah, Prussia!” Spain sighs, “No need to act like some police trying to break my door down!”
While Spain chuckles, Prussia pushes past, kicking his boots off and grumbling. “THEY’RE RIDICULOUS! AND SO LAME!”
“Who?” Spain laughs, used to Prussia’s dramatics.
“THE STUPID LITTLE GIRL.. BELARUS. AND DUMB LAME HUNGARY.” Prussia stomped his foot like a child, “THE LITTLE GIRL KEPT THROWING THINGS AT ME AND HUNGARY SMACKED ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A PAN!!”
Prussia had a soft bruise forming on his forehead… and what looked like rotten apple stuck in his hair. He stormed over to Spain’s counter, sitting down with a pout.
“Ah.. I’ve told you before, My dear friend..” Spain walks over with two beers, handing one over to Prussia. “Women can be unforgiving, especially when a man such as your self is so rude.”
“I am not rude. They are just lame losers.” Prussia is immediate to the beer, beginning to chug. “They are ruder! They act like I am not the awesome Prussia I am!”
Prussia’s irritation did begin to melt away as he complained, and the nice cold beer helped a lot. This is what he came here for. Even if Spain praised every step women take, it was nice to complain. Plus beer, Prussia loves his beer. The cold liquid going down his throat as he chugged made him feel so refreshed. It wasn’t like he could get drunk easily; why not chug?
Prussia was also trying to not deal with some difficult feelings. As much as he screams about loving being alone, he didn’t. As of recently, the tiny Moldova decided to venture from the Soviet Union. It wasn’t like Prussia liked living in the dumb union, he’s been dying to leave for years. But… Moldova left before he had his stuff together, he was off adventuring or whatever. Now, Prussia’s once shared room felt really empty. He already cried in front of dumb Belarus about it. Plus—even though she said she wouldn’t—she told Hungary about his little break down! She’s just the worst.
“Ha, I guess they do rile you up, but you need to charm the ladies with a good temper!” Spain sips his own beer, condensation running down his hand.
“Yuck!” Prussia’s tongue stuck out in disgust. “Like I’d want either of them!! The little girl is major annoying. And Hungary… ugh! She just sucks!”
Spain hummed, as if he excepted such a response. He leans over the counter, picking out some pieces of rotten fruit that were left in the silver hair. "So, Belarus did this? Si?"
"Yeah... after she started saying I was FLIRTING with Hungary. Can you believe that?! Me? The AWESOME PRUSSIA flirting with LAME Hungary..." Prussia scoffs.
Spain chuckles, "You were flirting, mi amigo? Didn’t know you were capable of such a thing, cabrón."
“I WAS NOT FLIRTING! LOVE IN GENERAL IS YUCK!” Prussia slams his now empty bottle down on the counter, “I’m better off alone!”
“Ahh… But she is a pretty lady, no?” Spain got up, taking out the last four beers from a six pack. They hit the counter with a clink, already causing water to pool. “Strong as well, she’s able to keep up with your antics and such.”
“Tsk. So what? She’s still lame by the end of the day. I’m already winning at life there’s no need for anything else!!” Prussia laughs, popping open his second bottle.
Prussia was drinking quicker than normal. He wasn’t one to drink too recklessly or fast. It had to be the mood he was in. It seemed he’a made up his mind as has decided to get absolutely plastered. Chugging down his second bottle with intense speed.
After the second bottle, he got a third. Already looking to be on the edge of tipsy and drunk. Laughing and being louder than before.
“Ha! We should do Karaoke, Spain!” Prussia’s words were beginning to slur, he reached out and shook Spain by the shoulder.
“You’re already talking about karaoke? You’re getting wasted fast, ay?” Spain held in his laugh, before looking at his barely touched beer. It seemed the nation was getting drunk enough for them both.
Spain watched as Prussia got drunker, quickly. To the point where Spain had to take away the 5th one… Prussia slurs words, his cheeks flushed. That little yellow bird resting on his head that rested on the counter.
“And… how do you plan on getting home, hm?” Spain sighed a bit, he barely felt tipsy but he didn’t feel like bringing Prussia all the way to his place.
“I’m be fine.. mm.. I can get home..” Prussia tries to stumble up, but just sits right back down. "I am awesome!!"
"right..." Spain mutters, he did hope to get Prussia drunk so he's slip about Hungary... but this was wasted. Might as well get what he wanted out of him... "So... Hungary, You sure you don't fancy her at all? She is quite a pretty lady, yea?"
"Hungary..." Prussia mumbles, his head sinking onto the counter. "She is so lame... but so..." his words slur together and mumble off into nonsense.
"Yea, huh? Well, if she wasn't married to Austria, I'd probably make a move on such a strong pretty lady as herself..."
Prussia's brows furrowed, looking over at the other nation. His irritation at Spain's words were visible. He scoffs, "No way... she's mine and only mine..."
The words were unexpected to the other nation. Spain hadn't heard Prussia really out right say something like that about Hungary before. Well, the possessiveness had been expressed before but never out right before. Must be the truth slipping out with the 4 and a half beers he drank.
Spain gets over his surprise, whistling lowly, "Ay, Is that so, cabrón?
“Yes! Don’t even know why she married dumb.. dumb aristocrat…” Prussia sits up, irritation growing, “What does my lame cousin have that I don’t? Besides a massive stick up his ass.”
“oh ho? I knew you are Austria don’t get a long but I didn’t see you getting this jealous, my friend,” Spain held in laughs.
Prussia’s words slur more, his words turning into nonsense. Mumbles about being awesome and wanting more beer. Spain sighs, deciding someone needed to come get him. If Hungary was still at the union’s house, hopefully she wouldn’t mind getting the drunkard.
Spain snuck off to give Hungary a call. She agreed to come get the wasted nation. Spain could hear her annoyance before he even got a chance to ask, but she actually offered before he did. She muttered something about him being dumb and to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit before she got there. Then she hung up.
While the two waited for Hungary's arrival, Prussia sang, dance, tried convincing Spain to do it with him, cried, and then proceeded to almost puke on the floor. Shortly after Prussia almost puked over 4 bottles of beer, Hungary arrived.
"Hungaryy..." Prussia laughed, using the wall to stay standing. "What are you doing... here...?"
"I came to bring you home, Idiot." Hungary sighed, grabbing Prussia's coat and throwing it around him. She helped him maneuver his arms into the sleeves, gently tugging at the hem to make sure it was on right. She nearly felt like she was taking care of a child... she hadn't ever seen him this drunk before. What an idiot...
"Come on, it was snowing up there still, don't need you catching a cold while drunk."
"Yeah. I am awesome.. I know! I will be fine..." Prussia slurs, clinging onto Hungary as she walked him out the door.
"Thanks again for taking him," Spain says, giving Hungary a quick pat to the shoulder.
She smiled faintly, looking at the silver hair next to her, "It's no problem, really... Plus my life would be pretty boring if this idiot managed to get himself killed."
Hungary got Prussia back, trekking through the snow made the drunk one stumble more. He leaned into Hungary, groaning. He'd been groaning forever now, he looked sickly. Hungary knew he puked when he got drunk... so he probably needed to.
"Come on, let's get you into the bathroom..." Hungary says as she entered the Union's house. She saw Belarus sitting at the table, the darkness of the house making things a little hard to see.
"Oh shit... don't tell me he's drunk..." Belarus brows pinch together at the sight of the two nations, her fingers idly combing through her blonde hair.
"I am... ain't even thaat drunk..." Prussia stumbles against the counter, smacking his knee and wincing. He buckles over, nearly gagging as the nausea got strong, making his stomach twist.
"Do not let him puke, Hungary!" Belarus stood from the table, her brows furrowing. Her demeanor breaking from it's usual calm. Belarus did like Hungary... mostly because she also didn't like Prussia, it was funny to see him getting smacked by her pan... so she better prevent the silver haired nation from spilling his guts, especially in front of her.
"Don't worry... I'm taking him to the bathroom." Hungary hooked her arms under Prussia's armpits, dragging him to the bathroom nearby.
The action immediately caused whines and complaints from the drunk nation. "Hungaryyy... I am too.. mm... too awesome to puke...!"
Hungary felt Prussia cling to her, whining about puking. Though she knew this wasn't a choice. He had to to puke and hopefully it'd help sober him up. Though... seeing the tears beginning to prickle in his eyes did make her feel a bit bad. "You have to, come on. You're annoying when you're drunk like this."
Prussia clung to Hungary on the bathroom floor, beginning to sob. “Hungaryy…!” He grips her clothes, his sobs uncharacteristic.
As his sobs got rougher and more violent, it made the nausea take over. Hungary pushed over the toilet just in time for him to puke without ut getting on the floor. Hungary could hear Belarus shriek in horror, disgusted.
She sighs, her hand gently stroking Prussia’s hair. “You’ll be okay, just get it out…”
When Prussia finally stopped, he looked up at Hungary with a rather pathetic look. Tears pouring out of his eyes, snot running down his face, vomit still on the corners of his mouth.
Hungary sighed once again, getting a cloth and wiping Prussia’s mouth clean. “Come on, you big baby…” She picked Prussia up, holding him bridal style. She only carried him to the couch before leaving to grab a glass of water.
Prussia sprawled out on the couch, whining about the other’s absence. Belarus stood in the corner of the room, a baffled and disgusted expression on her face. She simply couldn’t believe how pathetic a grown man could be. When Hungary gave Prussia the water, he took it and drank. His free hand gripped Hungary’s clothes in a pathetic attempt to stop her from leaving his side.
“I’m… I’m still awesomee…” Prussia mumbles, words pitching and deepening in random spots.
“Yeah, Yeah… You’re still awesome…” Hungary took the empty cup, setting it aside and moving Prussia. She sat and had his head in her lap. “Go to sleep, idiot…”
Prussia’s hand didn’t loosen on Hungary’s clothes, and he didn’t fight his placement. “mm… You can.. be pretty awesome sometimes…”
Hungary only smiled gently, continuing to gently pet the other’s silver hair. Prussia was unaware of the fact his grip kept around the other nation’s clothes, nor the glare Belarus gave them both. He was quick to pass out, beginning to snore and drool. It wasn’t unusual for Prussia to stay up for days on end, just to go out cold for hours on hours.
“Sorry about all of this, Belarus…” Hungary says, not bothering to keep her voice low. Prussia wasn’t waking.
“… You two are disgusting with each other.” Belarus now held one of her dolls, the ones Prussia often called creepy. Her fingers ran through the blonde curls.
“He was the one that got drunk and puked…”
“You know damn well I wasn’t referring to that.” Belarus scoffed, “I’m talking about this lovey dovey display.”
“He’s drunk, Belarus…”
“You aren’t.”
Hungary hesitated but just sighs in response. She couldn’t really deny the affection she felt for the idiot nation in her lap. The way he held onto her and seemed to not want her to leave his side… it was a little cute.
“Yeah… well I’ll talk to him when he’s sober…” Hungary felt her cheeks warm.
When Prussia woke up again, he was sprawled on the couch in the Union. … He didn’t even remember coming home… last thing he remembered was… Spain’s house… when he was drinking uhh… the 3rd bottle..? He slowly sat up, his head spinning. God… why did he let himself get so drunk…
“Oh, you’re up finally.” It was Hungary. What was she still doing here…?
“Hungary!? What are you doing here… you lame loser…” Prussia scoffed.
“Hey… You should be thanking me for thanking care of your drunk self…” Hungary walked to the couch, roughly petting the silver hair. “Why’d you even let yourself get that drunk?”
“I don’t know. Plus, I couldn’t have gotten that drunk, I am too awesome! Ha!”
“You were wasted, I had to pick you up from Spain’s.” Hungary laughs, “You were stumbling all over and started crying when you had to puke…”
Prussia’s face reddened, turning away in a scoff.
“You kept clinging to me as well, refusing to leave my side.”
That made a flash of memory come back to Prussia. Spain asking about Hungary… what he had said about her being his.
“Spain didn’t tell you anything.. right?”
“No? Just that you were really drunk. You drank nearly 5 bottles.”
“Oh… good.”
“Why? Remember something embarrassing that Great Prussia did?” Her words held sarcasm, poking the other’s cheek.
“It’s none of your business!” He smacks her hand away, scowling.
“Yea? Well is it my business of why you are such a clingy drunk with me?” She gave a knowing look. She was well aware of his feelings, though it seemed the other was too embarrassed to admit it.
“No.” Prussia huffed, his arms crossed tightly.
“This is just pathetic, Prussia…” Hungary barely held in a laugh. Before leaning over and giving Prussia a small peck on the cheek. “Don’t I get to know now?”
Prussia’s pale face flushed an unnatural red. His hung over brain struggling to process what the other just did. He scooted away, looking at Hungary in shock. “What… WHAT WAS THAT!?”
“Oh come on, it was just a peck,” Hungary laughed at the other’s red face.
“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT!? I AM WAY TOO AWESOME FOR YOU!” Prussia scoots farther, completely baffled by the other.
Hungary struggled to stifle her laughing, “Prussia. Everyone knows…”
“KNOWS WHAT!?”
“Gilbert! Why do you think I let you hang off me whenever you want? Why do you think I put up with your crap?!” Hungary wished she had her pan to smack him with… though she could see he still had a bruise on his forehead.
“I… I don’t know!? Cause I’m awesome!? That doesn’t answer any of my questions!!” He got in her face. His face was still red, sweat coming from his forehead.
Hungary sighed… she really had to spell everything out to him. Maybe all the hits to the head were getting to him. “Gilbert.” She pokes his chest, “Everyone knows that you have a massive crush on me. I gave you a peck on your cheek… because I know you have a crush.”
Prussia’s face got redder, the more she poked his chest the faster his heart raced. “THAT’S NOT TRUE!!”
“GILBERT!! I like you too! Get it through your thick head!”
Prussia stared at the other, she gripped the front of his shirt and shook him. He blinked repeatedly as the information processed his head. Hungary… Erzsébet… she liked him back.
“Oh…” He blinks… before the idea goes straight to his ego. “HA! OF COURSE YOU DO! I AM AWESOME!!!”
He laughs in her face before she smacked him over the head.
“.. Okay.. sorry.” He grunts.