[Austria tips her head back, pulling it out of reach for Prussia to keep burying herself in. Once she has Prussia's attention she raises herself up on her tip toes to close the gap between their lips.]
[She's surprisingly chaste!! And for once, after everything she's been through, after all the suffering she went through without Austria at her side these last few weeks... a hug would be enough. Later on, maybe, she'd want more. But she just wants to be held, pretending it's for Austria's sake.]
...Huh?
[But Austria's pulling back far too soon, Prussia's hands still clutching at the back of that sheer lace robe. She's not ready to let go yet. Even if everyone makes fun of her for being weak.
So the last thing she's expecting is a kiss. She goes absolutely still, grip loosening on Austria's robe out of sheer surprise and disbelief. Austria's lips are soft, and warm, and really everything Prussia could have imagined. Her own are sunburnt, chapped from dehydration and constant, unending stress.
But in that moment, she doesn't care. Austria's kissing her, and before she can change her mind, Prussia's hands go to her waist, supporting her and pulling her in so maybe her stupid weak legs don't collapse out from under her.
Maybe, after everything... it's okay to be a little bit weak in front of Austria.]
[Austria will always be grateful for the suffering Prussia endured for everyone, including herself. Now it's over though. Prussia doesn't have to struggle on that miserable rock any longer.
It's time to go home. Together. Just like she fought for. Just like she promised. Where she can be with Prussia with nothing separating them any longer.
After a long moment and with great hesitation from not wanting it to end, Austria breaks the kiss. She gently brushes her mouth up against Prussia's ear, whispering in it softly.]
If you go obtain proper pajamas, I might graciously allow you to join me in my bed and count me to sleep again.
[Prussia's grip tightens on Austria's waist, and she keeps trying to follow her lips when she pulls away. She can't breathe like this, but she wants to be closer, afraid she'll lose the other woman again. Maybe she can eve admit that, at least to herself. That she doesn't want to lose Austria again.
Her breath comes in quiet gasps through her nose as Austria's lips caress her ear, gloved fingers slowly shifting up the curve of her back. In this moment, there aren't forty-two people around them. There's only her, and Austria, and the promise of getting to sleep next to her again.]
What, you sayin' my awesome clothes aren't good enough? [she breathes in response, but she's joking, it's obviously a joke as she leans back to seize Austria's lips in another kiss. Just a brief one, just enough to try to reassert some measure of control.] I'm not gonna strut around in all that fancy shit you're showin' off.
Nein. Not in my bed they're not, I've been free of that island for weeks I won't be reminded of it. Once they wash themselves at home, I'll fix up your "awesome" clothes when we wake.
[Austria concedes that the blouse is probably too far gone at this point, but the left over fabric can be used for patches!-- in contrast to Prussia's joke she's so serious about this.]
[She does smile though, with Mariazell bobbing about in a heart like shape on her head. She never thought she would miss Prussia's touch as much as she did. Although if someone had told her this was going to end with a tight hug and soft kiss instead of hair grabbing and cheek pulling-- she'd of never believed them.]
Besides. I wouldn't want to rob you of your moment of glory with your fellow soldiers. [Prussia worked hard to be a hero of this ending.]
[Prussia laughs again. Once they wash themselves.... yeah, okay. Sure, Austria. She'll teach you to do laundry whether you like it or not. But also, her laughter is lighter than her usual malicious-sounding kesesese. It's quieter, more genuine. That Austria's here, able to scold her for something as simple as not wearing proper clothing, after everything they've gone through...
She leans in and takes Austria's hand in a half-remembered gesture from her childhood as a chivalric order. She brings the other woman's hand to her lips and grins over her fingers. Oh yeah, she's so smooth. Swoon over her, Austria!!]
Yeah, yeah. Just admit you want me in your bed again.
[She kisses Austria's hand before letting go, putting her hands on her hips to survey the area.]
Soldiers, huh...? Yeah, I guess you could make an army out of these kids.
[Hmph. Like she'd ever be so easy as to swoon over something so cliche and simple and--!! Never mind she's already flushing pink at the chivalrous gesture and Prussia's soft laughter.]
Don't be vulgar. [The lack of outrage in that scolding is probably a solid indication of a "Maybe."]
In any case. As much as I'd love to stand here praising you endlessly, I've been waiting for you for weeks as it is. I don't wish to wait much longer. [Austria makes a 'shoo, shoo' motion with her hands.] Do hurry.
[She's been sitting for nearly four weeks straight on a couch drinking beer and eating cake. But she's tired and wants to sit on her own couch drinking beer and eating cake at home, Prussia?? This is very rude?? Won't you think of her for once??]
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[Austria tips her head back, pulling it out of reach for Prussia to keep burying herself in. Once she has Prussia's attention she raises herself up on her tip toes to close the gap between their lips.]
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...Huh?
[But Austria's pulling back far too soon, Prussia's hands still clutching at the back of that sheer lace robe. She's not ready to let go yet. Even if everyone makes fun of her for being weak.
So the last thing she's expecting is a kiss. She goes absolutely still, grip loosening on Austria's robe out of sheer surprise and disbelief. Austria's lips are soft, and warm, and really everything Prussia could have imagined. Her own are sunburnt, chapped from dehydration and constant, unending stress.
But in that moment, she doesn't care. Austria's kissing her, and before she can change her mind, Prussia's hands go to her waist, supporting her and pulling her in so maybe her stupid weak legs don't collapse out from under her.
Maybe, after everything... it's okay to be a little bit weak in front of Austria.]
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It's time to go home. Together. Just like she fought for. Just like she promised. Where she can be with Prussia with nothing separating them any longer.
After a long moment and with great hesitation from not wanting it to end, Austria breaks the kiss. She gently brushes her mouth up against Prussia's ear, whispering in it softly.]
If you go obtain proper pajamas, I might graciously allow you to join me in my bed and count me to sleep again.
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Her breath comes in quiet gasps through her nose as Austria's lips caress her ear, gloved fingers slowly shifting up the curve of her back. In this moment, there aren't forty-two people around them. There's only her, and Austria, and the promise of getting to sleep next to her again.]
What, you sayin' my awesome clothes aren't good enough? [she breathes in response, but she's joking, it's obviously a joke as she leans back to seize Austria's lips in another kiss. Just a brief one, just enough to try to reassert some measure of control.] I'm not gonna strut around in all that fancy shit you're showin' off.
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[Austria concedes that the blouse is probably too far gone at this point, but the left over fabric can be used for patches!-- in contrast to Prussia's joke she's so serious about this.]
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Besides. I wouldn't want to rob you of your moment of glory with your fellow soldiers. [Prussia worked hard to be a hero of this ending.]
I'll wait for you.
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She leans in and takes Austria's hand in a half-remembered gesture from her childhood as a chivalric order. She brings the other woman's hand to her lips and grins over her fingers. Oh yeah, she's so smooth. Swoon over her, Austria!!]
Yeah, yeah. Just admit you want me in your bed again.
[She kisses Austria's hand before letting go, putting her hands on her hips to survey the area.]
Soldiers, huh...? Yeah, I guess you could make an army out of these kids.
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Don't be vulgar. [The lack of outrage in that scolding is probably a solid indication of a "Maybe."]
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[She'd always been jealous of it.]
In any case. As much as I'd love to stand here praising you endlessly, I've been waiting for you for weeks as it is. I don't wish to wait much longer. [Austria makes a 'shoo, shoo' motion with her hands.] Do hurry.
[She's been sitting for nearly four weeks straight on a couch drinking beer and eating cake. But she's tired and wants to sit on her own couch drinking beer and eating cake at home, Prussia?? This is very rude?? Won't you think of her for once??]
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[The most important takeaway here. She ducks in and smooches Austria's forehead briefly before turning on her heel.]
Better write all that praise down, 'cause I wanna hear it as soon as we get home!! So... wait for me a little longer, okay?
[She waves without looking. Time to go find some pjs.]