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Ever since Prussia's independence from Poland-Lithuania, he resided with Brandenburg.

Brandenburg was a man, he concluded, of pure admiration for other nations and a longing to be just as the likes of them. His court was in a languid French style, so were his clothing and actions - and he never had enough time to talk about this obsession...

Brandenburg graced the each room he entered with his presence, resplendent in a French-style royal costume. He was arrayed from head to toe in fabric of gold and sapphire; an intricately embroidered cape hung from his broad shoulders. A circlet of elegant sapphires fitted snugly around his brow, gleaming as brightly as the gems that adorned it. Beneath this regalia he wore a lavish court suit beneath which shone polished leather boots crafted with exquisite detail.

"Do you like the furniture? I had them imported from France itself!" He would then ramble. And the way he rambled was not appropriate to his style he liked to façade.

And he would ramble while resting his head against the armchair, sitting opposite Prussia, and fisting himself violently. (sorry pal)

Brandenburg was the perfect example of a coward.

His alliances began with not one or two, but almost all countries in Europe - and his claim of Prussia was not anything due to his power - raging and pillaging his way to success - no, he was practically gifted to him by Poland-Lithuania.

Either way, each of his smaller rooms were of felicitous features - well ornate, easy on the eye.

The main halls were always elaborately decked in gilded French furnishings, from plush sofas to delicate chaise lounges and intricately carved armoires. Lush velvet curtains hung by the windows, and intricately patterned carpets lined the floors.
Each room was warmly lit by an array of chandeliers while crystal vases filled with fresh flowers provided a burst of vibrant colour. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of fantasy landscapes that glittered in gold threading as they gently shifted in the breeze from open lattice windows that overlooked blooming gardens below.

And he was rich enough from taxes to feed into that sexual fantasy.

Brandenburg was a certified switch. Sometimes, that short build of a man would bugger Prussia in exquisite French attire (not that Prussia ever truly complained) or he'd ask Prussia if he's willing to penetrate him while dressed in such dazzling colours (then Prussia complained).

Either way, Brandenburg was a man.
Of very interesting admiration for other men much more powerful than him.

(-)

Brandenburg was sitting in front of the fire on the armchair one languid night. Prussia sat beside him. News has it France was somewhere in Austria - Brandenburg simply had to take it to his advantage. They were of difficult terms, but some breakfast and supper won't hurt a fly.

"You look excited tonight, what is on your mind?" Prussia asked and cocked his head to the side.

Brandenburg was. Emotionally and physically.

"You'll see, dear. You'll see..." he musingly said, resting his head back on the lavish armchair - his hand half down his own silk breeches.

They were silent and alone. Only the ring of the crackling fire could be heard - and occasional sips of water. Brandenburg looked like he fell asleep on the armchair, except his mouth was broken in a wide silky smile.

He bit his lip, "I am not much of an open speaker, but I believe we should pleasure ourselves today. It has been a while since we have, together that is."

"That's right..." Prussia looked down at Brandenburg's hidden hand, "are you thinking of France?"

"This room smells like France and it is amazing," Brandenburg breathed, he shook his head from side to side. "But I am thinking of you too."

Odd conversations.

"I mean, I do think about you a lot, Prussia, you are great. A good representative for my country - I do everything in the name of yours," Brandenburg continued without a thought. "But my mind does trail back to my original inspirations at last."

The room was heated. Very heavily by the raging fire - and by the tension presented between the two. No one stood to open the balcony doors, or to move at all.
Prussia took some manuscript paper from the side table, first few pages already filled with notes. They were written for flute - as they always are for a man like Prussia. Brandenburg was never too keen on Prussia's little girlish hobbies he indulged in.

"Ah. On it again?" Brandenburg asked, hearing the rustle of paper - he practically expected. "Everything you write is almost laughable. I'll be saving it for future humour.."

"It is only for my own enjoyment. Laugh all you wish, I cannot block you."

Brandenburg continued to touch himself gleefully. Despite Prussia's attempts to hide his work, he'll always find it - somehow.

They were simply slowly breaking apart - or drawing closer... it depended on how their situation was viewed. They were either finding more to dislike about each other, or simply knowing each other better through each passing week or day.

There was nothing else to that interaction - and to the night in general. They slept in separate beds.

Prussia's private chambers was to be simple, but still adorned in the same French style lustre - he grew fond of it the more he learned of France.
Brandenburg's private chambers were same, but blossomed in more French spells.

(-)

Prussia woke at 7am in the morning - according to Brandenburg's set rules. Prayed and dressed in 15 minutes went down to eat by 7:15 - as by Brandenburg's set rules.

Prussia's personal favourite place was indeed a very empty room ornate with a singular music stand and daybed. However, like any other room, it was very French as well. Brandenburg stepped into the room, dressed modestly in less French clothing - to Prussia's surprise - but still with the wide smile planted on his face.

He perched himself beside Prussia on the daybed.

"I've got a surprise for you, Prussia," he piped, "I think you'll be surprised. It is waiting outside this room right this moment. As you may have heard, someone arrived this very morning - and I did not eat because perhaps... I already enjoyed my breakfast with them."

Prussia felt a little betrayed by that comment, though he still perked his head to the side in interest. What could it be Brandenburg wanted to show him?

Brandenburg turned to the door, he yelled, "Come in."

There traversed in a large man - dressed in gold and white. And it was indeed - as everyone practically knew - the Kingdom of France.

The Kingdom of France made his entrance, gliding into the room with resplendent majesty and a waft of jasmine-scented air. Bowing elegantly to the two Germans, he was dressed in garments befitting royalty: an exquisite golden gown lightly glistened in the reflection from the candlelight; intricate white ruffles and frills decorated its collar; ornate pieces of jewellery adorned both wrists while long strings of pearls cascaded down neckline shoulders.

"He arrived earlier, but since you love this room, I find it is best for me to introduce him here for you," Brandenburg said, he stood up to stand himself beside the larger man.

"This, as you may already know, is the Kingdom of France."

Brandenburg glanced up at him - eyes literally glistening. France, though not already astonishingly enough, leaned down to kiss Brandenburg - as the cherry on top.

"Watch, Prussia. Move to the side," Brandenburg softly ordered, clinging onto France's neck and dropping himself onto the daybed.

Prussia stared - dumbfounded.

They began their work.

Feverishly scraping their hands against each other's body while eagerly working on each other's mouths and lips. Brandenburg was persistent.

"I hear you yearn for me, Brandenburg," France mumbled - though loud enough for Prussia (standing there like a twat) to hear. "I'll fulfil that desire."

Brandenburg fumbled onto his front, breaking his kiss from France - and France began to strip him off his bottoms.

Brandenburg beckoned Prussia over, his face flushed yet strangely enough appeared relaxed - as if this had happened before.
"Come come Prussia, we won't leave you waiting."

France kissed the nape of Brandenburg's neck while he glanced at Prussia with a lustful gaze.

"That is your Prussia?" France asked with a light chuckle in his voice, his eyes switched from Prussia to the back of Brandenburg's head.

"Sit in front of me Prussia," Brandenburg beckoned. Though his tone was still light, was a bit more desperate this time. "You should see him, France, he is of great wonder."

Prussia fumbled over to the edge of the day bed, he kneeled upon the mattress - heart exploding out of his chest. Jewellery and medals strangled and drenched France in layers upon layers of clothing - Prussia wondered how difficult it would be to... make this happen. Brandenburg had seemed prepared enough.
Awkward from the presence of both Brandenburg and France, he stayed still and professional. Hands folded neatly on his knees, eyes held down, despite the debauchery happening right in front of his eyes. Though he was unable to say anything to France, or Brandenburg at all.

France slipped a hand under Brandenburg, sort of cradling or examining his parts.

"You haven't greeted the great France yet, have you?" Brandenburg asked, attempting to break through Prussia's silence. "Come on... say hello."

"Well... Kingdom of France, it's a pleasure to meet you," Prussia muttered boldly.

"Ah, yes..." France mumbled, though he was unfortunately a little busy and his eyes did not travel to meet Prussia's - and Brandenburg: a little needy. "You're quite small Brandenburg, or maybe you are just young?"

"...Excuse me?"

Brandenburg flicked his eyes back to France, peering over his shoulder. France let out a hearty chuckle - his face red from whatever joke he imagined in his mind.
He parted the layering of his silky clothing and undoes his own tight trousers.

"I recommend you go open the balcony doors, dear Prussia, it will get sweaty easily," France suggested while slowly crawling onto his front above Brandenburg - who was laid on his elbows. Brandenburg positioned his legs so that it laid astride France's.

"Go on, Prussia, listen to the superior..." Brandenburg huffed - chasing Prussia away from his face, despite guiding him there earlier. Prussia went accordingly, parting the curtains and opening the balcony doors to let the fresh breeze of a morning flow into the room.

France brushed his bony fingers across Brandenburg's skin - both of them staring intently at Prussia.

"We'll get started," France muttered, wasting no time to slip a moist saliva-coated finger in. Brandenburg shifted up, groaning at the sensation. France worked his way inside, scissoring his ass apart with his second finger.

He gave Prussia a silky smile, who tried his very best to look away.

"I think I have business elsewhere..." Prussia said, and quickly made his way across the room. His hand touched the golden door nob - he could see is own reflection in it, as well as the interesting shenanigans going on upon the daybed - Brandenburg hissed.

"Don't you dare leave, Prussia," he groaned - letting his face drop to the mattress.

"It has only been two fingers yet you look like you're nearly at death," France teased. Brandenburg smiled, he wasn't disappointed. "Come here Prussia," he beckoned. Though, Prussia knew he could very much leave this second, he wouldn't risk any future reprimands by Brandenburg. He turned to return back to the daybed.

"Kneel in front of me, like you did before," Brandenburg said in a softer tone. He heaved himself up onto his elbows once more - Prussia slipped his legs beside them, kneeling.

Brandenburg slipped his hand underneath the layers of Prussia's clothing. He glanced up at Prussia for approval - and approval he was given with a little nod.

"No need to be nervous," Brandenburg whispered, but ironically enough, Brandenburg himself was incredibly anxious. His face relaxed in an attempt to perhaps cleanse the tenseness of Prussia. His back arched giving France a full meal.

"Do you let me-" - France tucked the thumb of his free hand to join in with his other two fingers - "...take you through it?" Brandenburg hiccuped, he adjusted his body slightly - eyes fixed on Prussia.

And approval he was given again with a more confident nod and reply.

Brandenburg undid Prussia's trousers, stroking that enclosed bulge - and he too knew how to press buttons. Prussia was indeed hard after a few more little brushes of Brandenburg's tender fingers.

"Are you two dressed to impress me?" France asked, his erection standing boldly above Brandenburg's.

"We are dressed similar to this every day, we decided to make a few changes to accompany you, dear France," Brandenburg responded, his eyes focused on Prussia. It indeed wasn't 'we' however, Prussia had not known about the arrival of the Kingdom of France, but Brandenburg was correct about the first part. A little bit of an understatement. Their lives had revolved around everything French, and French... and a little more French there.
Though, Prussia was the only one to know the French language - Brandenburg did not speak well at it.

Brandenburg had his fingers wrapped tightly around Prussia's prick, and gave it an experimentally lick on the tip - Prussia shuddered.

"I am impressed, truly... prepare Brandenburg," France said, gripping both sides of Brandenburg's hip now.
Prussia pushed his hips closer to Brandenburg's face, his arms and hands stablising himself at the back.

"How will this work..." Brandenburg mumbled, he wanted to see France work - but he wanted Prussia to take his part as well. He, without no further thought, slipped his lovely boy into his mouth.

(-)

And so it happened. Now Brandenburg's interior was decorated with his beloved French styles, he desperately with urgency flipped himself over just to watch his French man work. And work he did; pounding between the pale red legs with rhythmic accuracy - one even Prussia wished his small baroque continuo could do just as well.

"My lord- Glory! All hail!" the flushed German would utter. The French kingdom laughed, though with glee. Though all its heavenly glory, it seemed Brandenburg only lived to experience such a moment - his hand above his head, gripped his boy tightly, while the man was at work on his rear end.

He'd groan both names, mostly of France's sometimes of Prussia's in a sort of... "look at this magnificent thing" way.

Brandenburg urged the French kingdom to keep himself there - urging him also to paint his interiors. France had no other choice, but willingly accept his German's demands with a single full thrust - pulling almost all the way out, and ravaging back in.

There, Brandenburg was in bliss. He was finally a stable atom. France had donated his lovely seed so Brandenburg could finally gain a full shell of completeness.

"Ah... there I tasted a German," France proclaimed, slipping his tame creature out of Brandenburg whose eyes seemed to disappear underneath red eyelids. France glanced up at Prussia with a smirk.

"I suppose you should clean up - or if you dare to call your servants - and I will with attempt of the little stealth I have to carry Brandenburg to his room..." France suggested, lifting himself off the daybed. "Ah. I believe it'll be more appropriate of you did that - I believe."

They both looked down out the fatigued German.

"Yes... I'll do that," Prussia mumbled, tucking himself properly back into his trousers. Immediately, he lifted Brandenburg onto his back. France unlocked the doors to the room, letting the sweaty Prussian out.

"You had a good view, Prussia?" France asked with a chuckle before closing the door - though not completely.

Prussia carried his man the long voyage it was to his ornate Frenchly room. Shifting Brandenburg slightly around on his back - he reached to the gilded doornoob, turning it and ran to the bedside - pouring the German onto the bed. Prussia wiped Brandenburg down roughly, and tucked him into the covers as if nothing had ever happened since the morning, before returning to his now-no-longer favourite room.

"The Kingdom of France sends his great thanks," the larger man said to Prussia - closing the door now completely behind them.

"Ah, no need. I didn't even know of your arrival until I actually saw you with my own two eyes!" Prussia chuckled nervously - glancing over to his side. They sat opposite eachother. "would... you like something to drink or-"

"I don't need to drink, thank you," France said before Prussia could finish the rest of his question. "Brandenburg is a bit of a greedy man, don't you think? I felt a little pity for you just sitting their with your thing out doing nothing... I could gift something to you as well."

The Kingdom of France rested his hand ornate with jewellery on his neck - giving Prussia a small silky smile. He leaned forward - closing in on the gap between he and Prussia... just in case the other German didn't notice what sort of debauchery he was suggesting.

"Nations will have a lot of ladies for a reason. I simply cannot do with one round, that is, if you agree to it..."

Prussia's cheeks turned a rosy pink.

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Quite reluctantly, Prussia had accepted the Kingdom of France's note of meet after profusely declining... the larger man was indeed persistent in getting a taste of his specific German as well.

With an impassive expression plastered against his face, Prussia watched Brandenburg rest the morning away while fondling with the french-touched note between his fingers. Not in a sexual way he was just fiddling with the piece of paper of course.

He would agree, it was awkward to leave the French man to wonder the palace while he and Brandenburg laid low in his bedroom. But he wouldn't disagree either that it was embarrassing trying to face that French kingdom again after he practically observed him fuck the living joy out of the man the was supposed to be his role model.

He peered down at the sheet of paper again. Court gardens, whenever you're already. Was he suggesting to make love in a open public space? Or was that just a meeting spot. He thought of France for a while, brewing questions and coming with conclusions.

Prussia should just take the opportunity, maybe France may give a little more than just his pleasure - that brilliant mind... Of music, philosophy, art and architecture. That made him stir a little more.

A sigh was heaved, with the decision made to leave Brandenburg alone once more. Prussia called for a maid to prepare a bath whenever Brandenburg wakes, while he went to pursue another objective. The piece of paper shoved into the pockets of his coat pocket, he proceeded to their little place of meeting.

Prussia felt alien in his own residence, feeling so anxious to meet France in a place he knew inside out was ridiculous, trembling as he unlatched the garden gate. The gardeners tended closely to the flora, and the hedges were of decent height to conceal most things. He assumed if there were one place the Kingdom of France would wait, it would be the centre. The small fountain sculpted with an irony of religious portrayals and interpretations, surrounded by four bistro sets - basic, functional, completes the look.

Accurate was his thinking. The beautiful, handsome, chunk of man dwarfing the seat he was barely perching on. A wine glass in hand.

"I was served almost immediately, the discipline is impressive," France said. "Not as good as French wine, but I feel inclined to send some over - considering how well I've been treated so far..."

"Flattery, we barely met..." Prussia responded with hesitation as he blushed, with a hand clutching his other arm - approaching France, and seated to his right.

Raising both his eyebrows, France looked down at his feet, before glancing back up at Prussia - a grin appearing, seemingly to suppress a chuckle. "Yet... intimate almost at first encounter."

He raised a hand to push a lock of Prussia's hair away from his face in a certain flirtatious manner, retreating his hand back and resting the side of his face onto his fist - observing Prussia.

Again, Prussia felt his face heat up, his insides most certainly twisted. "Tell me more of your culture, France..."

"Must I? Everything here seems already very French," France joked. "Or do you enjoy listening to me speak? Is that the arousing factor?"

The leading questions had Prussia paused, blunt and quite the stretch... "Brandenburg is still resting,” he waveringly dismissed, turning his head away from the French man. “I'll be truthful and say I didn't expect you here today… did you know I play flute?”

Prussia wasn't subtle in avoiding questions, it made France look at him inquisitively. “Oh, really?”

“Yes and I've been composing works of my own as well, about my country even, I've been greatly studying your nation’s and people's works - music and philosophy…”

“Oh no, no, no… there are hysterical philosophical French thinkers out there that you best cover your ears,” France interrupted upon hearing the notable word, clasping his hands together as he... began. “You know the lower their status the more radical their ideas and dangerous it is for us at the top. Equality? We're not equal - I am not equal to the labouring peasants and you yourself aren't equal to me. So it is only understandable that we should be treated differently. You've heard of divine right I assume? Some of these thinkers are promoting absolute heresy. I mean, I would, by law, attempt to incriminate them if I could but these men are so highly supported by those of that class and even some nobles as well who seem to argue for ’soft reform’.

“There is no such thing as soft reform! Once something is done they'll be soon asking for the world. And it is by the Lord God's will to not disturb the chain of being.

“I never expected their works to have spread this far into the East, across the Holy Roman Empire even. These works are influencing people's ideas about their leaders, well, thankfully only the ones that can read, they should be working and feeding their families, that is what a good lower class family should do. Sons of nothing trying to think like a King! These men of intellect live in the clouds, while we govern the earth, thinking himself to be wiser than the Church? Real charming men - if only they held a sword instead of a book. He criticises the throne as he has no place on it. Though, humour me, I suspect you know how ridiculous it is yourself, don't you Prussia?”

“That. Ok.” said Prussia. He looked at France inquisitively.

So France was a lot more hard-headed conservative than Prussia had originally pictured. “But I respect what you stand for. And I can see why it would be ridiculous…”

Prussia stood up, and walked in front of France and kissed the man deeply on the lips. “Let's have some cake.”

(-)

The Kingdom of France slipped his hand into Prussia's briefs, squeezing the curve of the smaller man's bottom before dragging it to the front side. He was positioned behind Prussia, who had his arms rested on the dressing table.

They had moved from the outside environment to an area a little more isolated - inside the main building, to be accurate.

“I don't think Brandenburg would be too happy with us together,” Prussia mumbled.

“He'd probably be frustrated it wasn't him in place of you,” France chuckled, his thumb petting the base of Prussia's length, gradually growing stiffer with every touch.

Prussia leaned back against France's chest, his legs a little over shoulder width apart. With a slow tug he stripped himself down of his trousers and briefs, then pressed his raw ass against France's front - crawling back onto his arms. He glanced up at France's face in the reflection through the mirror.

“You're beautiful, and very handsome, Prussia. I'd say you're more enjoyable than Brandenburg…” France commented, as he saw Prussia's eyes stare right back at him through the mirror. He smirked. “And I bet you play your flute very nicely too.”

France released his own hardened length out of the confinements. “Are you nervous?”

Prussia was indeed quite tense. “I have been from the start…”

The other man nodded, acknowledging. He stalled for a moment, and rested his hands on Prussia’s hips before Prussia piped up once more.

“The oil is in the final drawer of the cabinet behind you. More or less medical usage mostly, as ailment for skin, and guess other sensitive areas…” Prussia said as he turned his head back.

“Ah! Course… Olive oil?” France walked backwards and pulled it out from the drawer. “It smells quite nice.”

He poured some out onto his palm, rubbed it into his two hands and onto himself, before pressing his bulbous (sorry) tip against Prussia’s entrance. He began to push in - hands on Prussia’s hips - with little friction, savouring every inch of the passage. Upon a comfortable in, he heard a sharp inhale come from beneath him, where instinctively, he leaned down to kiss the nape of Prussia’s neck.

“I personally never saw you Germans as the intimate type. Thought you’d be too pragmatic and modest for that,” he voiced while beginning to thrust, setting a decently quick-paced rhythm.

Prussia hung his head down, swallowing, he was quickly hard and aching - he suppressed the need to touch himself immediately. “I…. suppose it could be— unpragmatic.” His sentences were punctured with every ram. “Driven certainly by… lust, emotion, desire… irrationality.”

France hummed in agreement, he inputted himself, “I could accurately list… intimacy can lead to— jealousy, heartbreak, social complications, unwanted pregnancies, disease transmission, and… power imbalances.”

France felt like one beast, Prussia certainly hasn’t felt large flesh like this in a while. And so much speech.

“Not sure how Europe would feel if I used my rambling mouth to talk about how you and Brandenburg let to me? I feel you may take a more shameful hit,” France commented as he straightened up, raking his fingers through Prussia’s hair, gripping it tightly. “Just a thought, mon beau.”

A soft moans escaped from Prussia’s lips as the pace quickened and roughened, the dressing table shook little. France’s hand released from Prussia’s hair and came to caress the sides of his thighs, then to wrap around Prussia’s profoundly erect erection, fondling and stroking it with vigour - and was rewarded with more sounds from the man beneath him.

“Have you travelled more than just your Holy Roman Empire? To Holland… or even up in the Baltics?” France inquired.

“You talk too much.”

“My cock too distracting? Maybe I should talk about how good I feel, or maybe - I hope - how good you feel.”

“You… are… good.”

“That’s great! Wouldn’t want to be bad. You are very tightly hugging my creature at the moment,” France humoured casually, angling his thrusts downwards - in an arch shape. “You're taking this brilliantly.”

His own orgasm was building quickly; he wouldn’t last any longer. He bended down, deepening - pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in.

Leaning down, France captured Prussia’s mouth and bit gently at Prussia’s earlobe, he asked gruffly, “Are you feeling close?”

“—Likely.”

As Prussia lifted himself on his hands, the intrusion slowed, France rammed in once last time, stilling, and released the warm liquid. Along with Prussia, who took a couple more expert motions to release - softening - onto the edge of the dressing table.

“That is my day's work done,” France grunted, stiffly straightening up. He pinched Prussia's arse playfully, and pulled himself out.

“Brandenburg would probably still be asleep,” Prussia sighed, his breaths were audible.

“Already thinking about Brandenburg? As soon as I retreated…” France said while wiping himself clean. He tucked himself back in before helping Prussia.

France took the same napkin to wipe the dripping mark on the dressing table, and following, assisted Prussia with redressing.

“Like nothing happened! You look worried Prussia, what be that face?”

Prussia smiled. “No, not worried. But may God bless your many sexual involvements.”