Power Struggle.

“Would it hurt, to kill our own people?”

The elder of the two flicked his eyes up to gaze at the other, not having expected his brother to have spoken up so quickly after the brutal proposition had been slapped onto the beautiful polished table that separated the Deutsches Kaiserreich from one another. His dull, red eyes leafed back down at the wood as his fingers traced along the age lines, mind racing over the possible responses to the question.

“I taught you not to speak unless spoken to, brudder.”

The Prussian tried to sound astringent, and disciplinary, only just catching his brother’s nod from the corner of his eyes. They needed one another to be strong, they could not break now. They could not become suspicious, or doubt each other, especially in time of war. Times like these reminded the German not to question his older brother, much as he dare not question seinem Führer, but Prussia wasn’t Germanys boss, but merely an older sibling whom had watched him flourish and develop into a powerful, sadistic country.

A distant memory reminded Prussia of how brutal Germany could be. It wasn’t a pleasant memory, and the imagery of it still shocked him, but he couldn’t blame his younger brother. If Ludwig’s boss had ordered him to do something, the German country must comply to it. This unfortunately had led to the discovery of Ludwig’s exaggerated dominance over the female country of Belgium. Thinking back, Prussia wondered if his brother had gone too far... He wasn’t sure the chains, blindfolds and collars were necessary. But they (along with Germanys “private resources.“) had silenced the protesting country, and occasionally pulled noises of pleasure and ecstasy from her lips. Gilbert was sure Ludwig had led her down a primrose path, and left her in her own garden of memories that would prevent her from complaining and rebelling again.

This display of dominance had scared Gilbert, it had shook him up and hit him point blanc in the chest with the reality of who, and what Germany really was. He had realized that even though he had raised Germany to respect and stay loyal his elders and superiors, including Prussia himself, he was still one of the more powerful countries within the Axis. But, Germany had never failed to be respectful and loyal, and he had never failed to complete the task at hand, he never questioned what he was told to do. So why now, why was he questioning his brother?

His brother. Seinem brudder. Granted, Ludwig had grown to pass his brother country in maturity, success and growth as a nation, but neither had the albino Prussian expected him to question his intentions and priorities. It nagged Prussian, right in the back of his head. It nagged him like Hitler’s declaration of becoming Germanys new dictator. Yet, he was at a loss for words.

“I don’t like this.”

Gilbert created a triangular prism shape with his fingers, pressing his lips to his index fingers as he waited for a response. He sat there in a short lived silence until the German replied:

“Pardon?”

"You heard me. Do you really think this is necessary? To kill all these people?"

“...If I may speak my opinion, brudder.”

Prussia nodded, leaning back in the large, leather chair. They were sat in Germany’s large, luxurious office. However, due to his brother’s polite nature, he had let Gilbert sit in “the big boy’s seat.” The albino glanced around the office, noticing how the walls were painted a deep, blood crimson with gold lining running along the ceiling and floor. Most, if not all, of the furniture was black, as was the carpet. The office was a gift from Adolf Hitler himself to Germany, for gaining Italy’s trust. Nevertheless, the office itself was propaganda. The colours were of the German flag, promoting Ludwig to stay loyal to his country.

“Correct me if I am wrong, or out of line, Gilbert, but you sound like a Sassoon to me. That point aside, it’s necessary for us, the dominant, superior country and Axis power, to declare our rightful dominance-“

The younger brother flinched slightly and was silenced, his blue eyes flickering up to Prussia, who had sprung up and slammed his aching hands against the table. Prussian curled his hands into fists, shaking with agony and anger slightly, he couldn’t admit to Germany... he couldn’t let him know that he was taking the damage for his brother country.

“Stop bullshitting me, Ludwig. I want your answer, not Hitler’s...”

Doubt. Ludwig saw it perfectly in his brothers dulled red eyes. Doubt and fear. His brother, his standing column of support was breaking, and he had no idea why.

“We need to stay strong... Ludwig,”

Prussia looked up from the desk, starring at his baby brother. He could of collapsed there and then, the ringing in his ears prominent and deafening. The blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty just stared at him, confused as to what was happening and why Prussia was suffering so much... The perfekte männliche. That was Germanys nickname, “The perfect male.” And it suited him well. The more Prussia thought of this nickname, the more he wanted to lay his baby brother on the table and take him right there and then.

“This is a first... doubting one another... We mustn’t doubt one another, Germany...”

Germany’s eyes fluttered from Prussia to the door, wondering how he had missed the switch in the detailed lock. They were locked into the room, and that meant only one thing. The tradition of becoming one nation before a war. They became one in order to think, and act, and conquer in sync.

“Gilbert, we should be talking strategies-“

“Come over here.”

Ludwig hesitated for a moment, but quickly banished any doubt from his mind as memories of past encounters unravelled themselves, Prussia got what he wanted. Always. Even it required hurting his younger brother in order to become stronger and benefit himself. Germany never held this against him. It was a war, there was no time for pleasant exchanges between countries. Even married, adopted, blood and joined countries were harming one another in desperate need for strength. Only recently had the USA forced itself upon the UK, leaving the proud “stiff upper lip” country a quivering mess for about three months, allowing Germany and Prussia the upper hand they needed.

He pushed himself up, and slipped around the desk to straddle his brothers thighs, already unbuttoning his SS uniform jacket, not bothering to take it off. Whereas the younger cursed him, the elder smirked; both of them could feel the rattling beat of Ludwig’s heart as their naked chests (having pre-guessed what would happen today, neither of them worse undershirts) pressed together in a furious heat of flurrying passion.

Prussia’s teeth clamped down on Germany’s bottom lip the second they kissed, making sure to draw some blood in order to make Germany moan. Both countries were masochistic, but neither would admit it aloud in words. The only clear signs of the enjoyment was the violent tugs of hair, and breaking of skin that drew out the desperate breathes and loud moans of enjoyment.

Gilberts hand hurried to Ludwig’s soft, slicked back hair, whilst his other rushed working at undoing his trousers, but it only took the two of them moments to undress. They would not take it slow, they didn’t have the time or patience, but were now two countries driven by lust. Lust for one another’s bodies, and lust for the power they could achieve with the domination of everything. Power surge was a turn on for both of them, and had often fuelled the nights they had both spent pleasuring themselves when the other wasn’t present.

Dominance. Germany had always preferred to be dominated when it came to Prussia, so he didn’t think twice about sliding off his lap once his trousers were undone to bend himself over the desk that was once a barrier. And Prussia didn’t even think, but just followed his want, when he stood up to let his trousers fall around his ankles.

Each of their minds was already in frenzy, and it wrecked havoc on their bodies. Everything seemed so rushed, and so... worthy. The preparation consisted of Prussia thrusting his two fingers into Germany without lubrication, but neither of them cared about the pain. Gilbert had smirked when his brother had cried out for him to stop and slow in order for him to grow used to the feeling once more, but he had not. He had slipped a third finger in, and proceeded to violently push them in and out of Germany. It was only when Prussia’s slender fingers had crooked up that Germany responded positively, he had hissed out;

“Do it.”

And Gilbert didn’t need any more persuading, Those two words fuelled the Prussian and without a single thought in his head or word to his brother, he had pushed into the German as far as he could, not caring what noises of pain emitted from the peach pale lips of his family lover. A strange feeling flowed through Gilberts shaking body at the enticing moment of entrance to his brother. It wasn't just the normal pleasure that washed over every nerve in his body and momentarily ridded him of sense and humanity; this time it felt like his bones were liquefying from the immense pleasure, like his organs were shuddering from the sudden heat of Ludwig’s body around his own. He wasn’t sure if Ludwig had felt the same thing... but he did not care. It felt too good for him to stop.

Uncontrollably pleasure soon evened itself out between the two brothers, allowing them to grip at one another and supporting object, and allowing them to fill the occasionally, brief intervals of silence with low moaning and groaning, letting the other one know how great they felt. Ludwig’s noises became more incoherent and quickened as his body tensed, but there was such a contrast between the brothers who were trying to become one.

When release washed over them both, Ludwig’s knuckles where white from gripping at the desk, and he quivered as he almost screamed out his brother’s name. Gilbert had stayed somewhat more composed, and had only shuddered, and lowly moaned Ludwig’s name, making his brother feel inadequate.
There were no words once they had finished, just their breathing evening out, and the rustle of clothes being flung back onto corrupted bodies, this was no change. Ludwig had flinched slightly as the door slammed behind Prussia as he thundered out the room, roaring to work again, and to prove his dominance and superiority.

It was all just a power struggle. And Prussia had won.