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Denmark x Prussia Ficlet 1Warning: MPreg. Shounen-ai/yaoi (I can't determine which one it is).
Prussia slid into a sitting position against the wall of the bathroom, holding the thin piece of plastic between his hands. He worriedly bit his lip as two pink lines glared up at him. This last test confirmed it. All three had said the same thing. He was pregnant.
Prussia pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his forehead on his knees. He didn't know what to do. He knew exactly who the father was he'd been dating him for two months. And the only time Prussia had had sex between when he got out of Russia and now was when they had met at the rave.
Though he had been drinking, Prussia remembered most of the night. It had started with Germany, France, and Spain coming to the apartment Prussia and his kids lived in. Germany had taken each
Denmark x Prussia Ficlet 4Warnings: This contains implied male on male sex and MPreg.
Other Notes: For the record, in this fanfic, Germany is dating Japan. It'll make sense later. Also, I apologise if Germany seems a little out of character.
It wasn't until that morning that Prussia realized how loudly the phone rang. Groaning, he rolled over to answer it.
"Hello, Densen residence. Gilbert speaking." He said, trying to sound awake and probably failing miserably.
"Morning, East." Came his brother's voice.
"Hey, West." Prussia said, waking up a bit. "What's up?"
"Not much. Just haven't heard from you in a while and was wondering if you were still alive."
"I died. You're talking to East's awesome ghost. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I've been busy haunting Magnus's ass. And just his ass."
Germany gave an exasperated sigh. "Thanks, East." He said.
Denmark x Prussia Ficlet 2Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen-ai (again, not sure what to call it), some language, slightly hinted at MPreg
This couldn't be happening.
He couldn't go through this again, couldn't force his kids through this again.
One abusive father was more than enough for them to have to had to deal with.
Prussia cowered under a table, hiding Viktor and Issak behind him, listening to Denmark's furious, drunken rampage through the house and trying to find a way to get the kids out of the house and someplace safe before Denmark found them.
Prussia could take the beating.
He wouldn't let the boys suffer at Denmark's hands.
The footsteps got louder. Prussia shoved the kids farther back under the table.
"GILBERT, GET YOUR FUCKING COWARDLY ASS OUT HERE! IF I HAVE TO FIND YOU, I'LL FUCKING SKIN YOU!" Denmark yelled, drunkenly. "DON'T MAKE ME COME LOOKING FOR YOU!"
Prussia flinched as the sound of a vase shattering echoed through the hallways.
Denmark x Prussia Ficlet 3The twins were terrified.
It was the day before Christimas. Uncle West, Aunt Japan, Uncle Sweden, Aunt Finland, Uncle Norway, and Aunt Iceland were going to be coming over. Denmark had been trying to Issak and Viktor to help Prussia get the house clean. Finally, Denmark had had it with the kids' resistance to helping and had told them that if he found anything of theirs on the floor, he was throwing it out.
The kids had been working on cleaning their room that morning, so Santa wouldn't break his neck when delivering their stockings. They came down at around noon to ask their mother if they could break for lunch, when they found Prussia sleeping on the living room floor.
Giving identical yelps of fear, the twins ran over to their mother, not bothering to question why exactly their mother was sleeping on the floor (after all, adults were kinda weird), and began trying to wake Prussia up. Much to their dismay, Prussia was out like a
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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