Failed domesticity

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Characters: Prussia, and anyone else!
Date: After the fair.
Summary: Not everyone is happy by the change in weather.
Warnings: None yet.

Fall is here, and leaves are in the air. And on the ground. And some are drifting peacefully in the streams were Prussia's trying her hardest to wash her clothes. Someone looks quite unprepared for the change in weather, punctuated by how her jacket is hanging on one of the higher branches on the now almost bare branches. Out of reach.

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When Prussia consented, England's heart swelled so much she thought it might pop like a balloon. She returned the kiss with just as much passion, groaning faintly as her chest brushed up against the other's. It wasn't long before she slid her arms around Prussia's shoulders and moved to get into her lap. England was hungry for this, and it was a bit too apparent.

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There was no shyness, no coy glances or instinctive flinches on England's part, which prompted Prussia to reach with her free hand to cup the back of her head. She hardly felt the weight settling on her lap, just the warmth and the scent and the evaporating dampness. And then there were teeth and nips she could swear were her own, but she wasn't sure anymore.

There was a careful, nagging voice at the back of her head, more concerned with the impulsiveness of this act, but it was swiftly silenced as the intimacy of another person became too real to bother with it.

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There was no time for concern. England was usually extremely cautious, always looking before she leaped. But this... She couldn't stop herself from this. She dropped a hand to smooth down Prussia's chest and then nuzzled at her neck.

I love you. I need you.

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The warmth was gone from Prussia's lips, replaced by the cool autumn air, and a ticklish sensation at her neck. Blindly, she sought the hand on her chest, her own resting on England's wrist, yet not wrenching it away.

They could go about this quietly, but she was never one for leaning back and letting things take their course gently. Her hand lingered there, the other using the back of England's head to bring her up for another kiss, more insistent and less patient. This had the element of surprise in it, with nothing of the tentative sweetness from before.

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England was expecting Prussia to be rough anyway, and it thrilled her. She pressed against Prussia again as she deepened the kiss and gave the breast in her hand an experimental squeeze.

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There was a stifled noise at the back of her throat. She had kept her eyes open all the way, watching the change in color on England's fair face. Prussia had been caught by surprise, and her shoulders trembled slightly with the effort to stay still, momentarily. Breaking the kiss at last, she gave a nip to England's lower lip, tugging and pulling between her teeth.

Her own face must be so pink by now, she reasoned, but she was more intrigued by the other nation's boldness.

[britainsbiscuits]

Perhaps it was because of the time period England was from that made her so bold. Or it could have been the fact that she had wanted this for so long. And now that she finally had Prussia's consent, she was ready to explode. When they separated from the kiss, England kept a wanton gaze on her fellow country.

Her blush darkened as she gave another squeeze, this one more firm and calculated than the last. Once her lip was finally free, she leaned close again, licking the shell of Prussia's ear before speaking in a whisper. "Let me be your lover. For as long as you want." At first, England worried that she had said too much, but then she felt the warmth of Prussia's skin against hers, and she tipped them onto the ground.

At last, at last...