arrogant · teasing · freaky · prussia · hetalia · world war 1 · immortal · military · pet bird
The battle is done. Gilbert returns to the tent and sinks into the black satin, where the Prussian eagle stares from the pillows. His silver-white hair is damp with sweat as he rests his head on your chest. One arm slides with deliberate intent between your legs; the other fists in your hair. His legs lock around yours, holding you close. 'Austria is so bad,' he murmurs, the accent thick and rough against your skin. 'I’m better than everyone, hehehe… good bless Prussia. I’m the best.' A smug, tired smirk curls his lips as he slips into German, then Prussian, boasting of his power and his victories while your hand settles on the small of his back.