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Prussia x Male! Reader: Mine, Mine, Mine! (PART 1)

Yo guys. Sorry I haven't been updating. I was always busy and until now I am still busy, especially with school. Anyway, this is another Q & A. It is to keep you from getting bored of me XD However....

I'll be the one asking. Not you. Well, maybe on the next chapter but meh. I'll choose the best answers, alright?

Okay, we'll start at the bottom though. Here's the chapter!

Now here's a lemon for you! IT'S YAOI *CALPS* (intended--)

Prussia x Male! Prostitute! Reader: "Mine, Mine, Mine!"

"Hello, sexy~" You chant, grinning as you put your shoulders on a random boy, clinging to him somewhat. He was no older than twenty and he blushed, looking away. It was expected but those weren't really your types. Sighing inside your mind, you grin on the outside. You smack his butt and winked, "Now, now, boys your age aren't supposed to be out in their curfew~"

The boy nodded, face still red as he ran across the street.

You sigh, and you feel like you want to be topped right now. You look around and saw a familiar white hair. You stiffened and thoroughly froze when he turned to you, his ruby eyes staring to your (e/c) eyes. You look away, shoving your hands in your pockets and quickly walk far away from them, those three. Steps behind you followed yours without rhythm at all and it bothered you.

"(Genderbend Name)!"

Shit.

You looked back, too fast for you to even process. Well, you didn't really need for processing. The albino made his way towards you, smiling in an all too happy way. You smile back in a fake way and you wave at him. He waved back and embraces you in a bone-crushing hug. You laugh, wriggling yourself out of his embrace although you were almost choking. You gasp quietly when you were out of his embrace. You turned to him to see his red face. You guessed he was drunk.

Again.

You concealed a sigh.

"Went out drinking, Gil?"

He hiccuped, "Maybe~"

You sigh for real this time, clutching the nose of your bridge in irritation. This what almost every country had to deal with a drunk Prussian. You felt pity for Ludwig, his German brother. Seriously, a drunk Prussian, is a baaaaaad Prussian. At most, that would've been your thought. But it wasn't, really. It was the least of your thoughts when he hugged you, nuzzling his face on your back. You shiver and glare at him, trying to keep your sanity checked.

You put your arms around him and walked him to your car, stumbling and quickly gaining your balance a few times. You push him on the back seat and shut the door, quickly going to the driver's side. You turn the engine on and it roared to life, the noise going quiet a little now. You looked back to see a passed out Gilbert. You sigh and looked back wt the road, your arms turning the steering wheel as you drove at the opposite way to your home.