[RL With Mello- There's no better date than a good battle]

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[The war was coming to an end, the Kingdom of Prussia had conquered almost all of Silesia, but some parts in the extreme southeast, like the Duchy of Teschen and Duchy of Troppau, remained possessions of the Habsburg Monarchy as Austrian Silesia.

Conflicts were still the daily bread and Gilbert couldn't left his world for long, but those battles were perfect for venting. They worldhoped to the Duchy of Troppau in the part north of Opava River, Prussia's territory. Gilbert smiled at the view and conduced Mello to his tent.]

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Prussia watched him dress, not really in hurry to fix his own clothes. he was looking at the red marks in Mellos' neck. "You already got battle wounds. My, my...."

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His scars came from a different kind of battle, but they were battlescars none the less. Mello smirked. "I should be proud of them, shouldn't I?" Buttoning his shirt helped cover most of it, at least.

Do you want to time skipt the fight and go to the drinking/make out part?

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"Of course you should." Prussia snorted, being his usually proud self. "I gave them to you after all." He ignored the fact that he had some scars himself. he sighed and finally get properly dressed, again. Once he was done he approached Mellos' side, holding him the sword. "Ready?"

Yeah, let's go with that! Writing a whole battle would be messy.

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Mello's eyes followed Prussia's every move. He wished he could have left more marks on that pale skin but... there would be other oportunities. Gathering his thoughts in preparation for the fight, he took the sword and met the nation's gaze.
"Ready."

...This would be fun.

Yeah. TIME SKIPT!

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When they came back to the tent the clothes were far away more reddish than when they left. Adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, echoes of his men shouts in his mind, both one who won and those who fell. They were still shaking with anger, fright and courage all crossed with the aftereffects of adrenaline overdose. The aftermath of a battle always leave him giddy with a mix of uncontrolled emotions, he couldn't have said how he knew his people's feelings exactly, but he did. They belonged nowhere but him, he was his nation, they were his people.

Favorable emotions took control, they had won the battle after all, they went on, and on, and gradually everything began to take on an edge, a frisson, a tension he couldn't seem to control. Gilbert turned to face Mello, grabbing him by the blood stained shirt and, in lack of better words to describe it, tried to devour him.

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Mello was virtually shaking. He had no idea how he had managed to survive out there, but somehow he had. Blood and steel and gunsmoke, people injured, dead or dying, and he was still alive. Barely a scratch on him. All the same, he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of his sword.

When Gilbert kissed him, he was momentarily surprised but returned the favor just as fiercely. His free hand reached up to the Nation's neck, keeping them close until they gasped for air, and Mello held on to him as if that was the only thing that kept him real.

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Prussia touched Mello's arms, his face, his hair, hiss thigh, wantign him to clam down. He didn't consider himself a particularly touchy-feely person, not even when he was drunk; like it happens to england. He didn't favor people with random caresses, but Mello wasn't other people.

Gilbert told himself it was because Mello was his partner. It was only right to feel extraordinary closeness with the man who was able to fight by yours side, who placed his own body between yours and danger. Only right to need to touch him, feel his solid warmth, remind yourself that he was alive and whole, and that as long as he remained that way, so would you.

"You did well, you have a natural talent for fights. "

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It did calm him down. Just knowing he could still feel was reassurance he was still alive. Right now, Mello was much the same as any young soldier after his first battle, but having his partner by his side, even though it was just one out of two, helped him to more or less regain his composure.

He smiled at what wasn't so much a compliment but rather a matter of fact. It turned into a smirk rather quickly, as his confidence came rushing back. "Of course I do. You knew that from the start."

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He knew how Mello was feeling, he knew it too well. Every time a new men joined his army, every time a new young man faced death for his nation for the first time he knew it. He chuckled at his words. "I never had doubts."

He been worried about Mello, about the danger of the battle, but mostly about that aching fear of losing it that was always there, buried inside. But now it was gone, they won, they were alive, and they were together. He grinned at the boy and looked at him like a starving wolf.

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Mello didn't even try to resist that look. He wanted everything Gilbert's hungry grin promised him, every last bit of it. There would be no interruptions this time. So with a slow, deliberate movement he leaned in and licked a bloodstain from his partner's cheek, waiting for the older one to take the initiative once more. He wanted to get past Prussia's self-control.

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The sensual moment was somehow a relief, not just an invitation. So sweet to be able to joke, and kid, and horse around again. So beautiful to see Mello smile, or see the expression he puts when Prussia licks back his cheek and moves down his neck, bitting and kissing the skin. They had this moment now, and it was so good to not have to watch his time, monitor every minute.

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He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt to give access to more skin. His breathing deepened ever so slightly, for once not plotting, not thinking, just being. It was more than enough right now.

I clealry need a kissing icon :|

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It was close, slow, seductive, intimate, all the things something between lovers should be. Prussia kissed him, thinking for a moment that maybe they should finish their talk first, get things worked out, but he didn't want to talk, he wanted to feel Mello's body against his and wanted to kiss him for a long, long time. So he did it, grabbing the back of Mellos's neck and bit his lover lip before to deep the kiss.

Clearly, so do I.

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Talking could wait. Mello's sword fell to the ground, forgotten and for the moment ever so unimportant as he simply enjoyed the intimacy they shared. His jacket went, too, shrugged off his shoulders as he reached for Prussia, burying one hand in the pale hair as the other curled around the nation's waist.

Someday, someday~

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Hutch felt a grin tug irresistibly at the corner of his mouth. Clothes where something they didn't need now. Prussia dug his sword on the ground time ago, and now his hand were busy fidgeting with the front of Mello's pants.

Yes, eventually~

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The blond grinned just as much, not willing to break the kiss as his hands roughly grabbed Gilbert's shirt, starting to undo the buttons. The heat washing over him now? He knew it didn't compare to what was to come.

:3 have faith

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Gilbert moved and helped him to get rid of the shirt, then did the same for him and son both could feel the others' skin. He slipped both arms around him and pulled him delightfully close. He raised his hand to the back of Mello's head and pressed him closer, his fingers burrowing contentedly into the blond hair.

Will do~

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Why did he feel so safe in this embrace? He couldn't recall feeling about anyone else this way, as if absolutely nothing could happen to him when they were together.
Mello's hands roamed his lover's back as if trying to memorize every contour, sense every last bit of skin. He shifted his weight a little, grinding their bodies together, not ready to believe that this was all Gilbert had been after, his hungry grin earlier considered.

/o/

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Being ina relationship wasn't bad at all. Gilbert hadn't been looking forward to it, but he was rapidly revising his opinion. In fact, he couldn't remember when he'd had a better time. Without breaking the kiss, Prussia moved Mello the bed that was on the left side of the tent, pushed him gently onto his back and trailed a line of kisses down his throat to his chest, where he teased gently at each nipple in turn.

\o\

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Gilbert could be gentle when he felt like it, and his boyfriend certainly wasn't complaining. Sometimes he'd struggle, but sometimes he'd acknowledge strength without testing it.
His breathing deepened, and he moaned quietly as he arched his back ever so slightly. It was painfully obvious that every fibre of him wanted this, wanted him, wanted nothing more than to continue where this was headed.

\o/

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Gilbert began to tease his stomach with licks, nips, and bites. He could be passionate and gentle even if he was also rather cruel and teasing when he fought.He removed Mello's clothing with such calculated and caring movements, slowly worshipping his body to the point where no inch of skin had been left untouched, even the scars. he liked those, even if Mello didn't.

♥

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Mello finally relaxed into the touches and caresses, sighing, visibly enjoying it. To not have to be in control for once, to just let go... this was what he'd wished for. He moaned his lover's name, shuddering in spite of the heat he felt that clashed with the chill air. He liked the marks Prussia left on him far better than his own scars.

♥♥♥...

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The older nation moved up and fastened his fingers into Mellos's hair, scratching at the scalp slightly. was now licking and grazing his teeth against the neck, another one of the sensitive areas. He wanted to caused tingles and tremors to go down the boy's spine , make him unable to not control the embarrassing noises, all breathy gasps, moans, and squeaks, that would escape from his mouth. He took pleasure in being the reason for those sounds, so there was no point in even attempting to stifle them.

♥♥♥~

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Indeed, Prussia had a way of getting what he wanted. Even so, Mello wasn't going to give in that easily, and bit down on his lower lip to at least stifle the worst of it. But he did tremble and squirm at the albino's touch, wondering for a mere moment what it was about the older man that made him want to surrender. No thought lasted long in the state he was in.

Re: ♥♥♥~

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Adrenaline, Prussia always believed, was the world's most powerful drug. Users fall in love with it because of its matchless high. The strong, velvet slide into bliss, the fast winking to life. The neat consolidation of all problems into just one -- how to get more of it.

But repeated use changes things. Being high becomes routine; you need more of it and Gilbert lived his live in constant need of it. that might explain the thing he does, that might explain why he couldn't have enough of Mello either. he make him feel alive, something more than just a man, or a nation.