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Innocence
Prussia x Innocent!Reader

Christmas morning was a strange tradition at Germany's house. Instead of opening presents, and having the best breakfast in the world - they slept in. Even though nearly everyone in the Axis celebrated the holiday of Christ's birth, they didn't do anything special. The only good thing about it was that Germany cancelled training for the day, to relax in the bath with a glass of beer (he was annoyed with everyone else, he sort of deserved a relaxing day). On the otherhand, everyone else was buzzing around the house with Christmas cheer. Well, sort of.

Romano and Italy were sitting in the kitchen, baking. Unfortunately, they would be doing it all day. Cookies and cakes had to be done before America's Christmas party (conveniently on a different time zone, so they didn't have to worry too much). Japan was sitting in the living room, instead of baking. He typically excused himself from the festivities, but was festive in his own way. He sat on the couch, reading a Christmas themed manga, ignoring the constant shouts around him. The only one who was excited by the holiday remained seated on the armchair beside the fireplace. It wasn't Christmas that Prussia really enjoyed, but it was the party.

It was the only time he was allowed to see (Y/N) outside of training. Even though she was neither part of the Axis or the Allies, she liked to come over to train with the Axis powers (although she was really good friends with those of the Allies). The truth was, she enjoyed hanging out with Prussia just as much as he loved hanging with her. It was quite obvious that they liked each other - Prussia more than (Y/N). He had even admitted that he thought she was really cute. She was an innocent girl, and would often blush at the slightest things.

Germany strutted into the living room, fully clothed and looking quite peaceful. He nodded to his brother and sat down beside Japan. Prussia had attempted to make it look like he wasn't entirely excited, he didn't want everyone to laugh at him - even though they knew. What happened next, he didn't expect at all. Instead of Germany's typical speech of how everyone should just sit to the side and ignore all the gross attempts from the human girls, he had simply said one sentence, "I think tonight will be interesting, ja?" Even Japan had chuckled at that. Prussia was completely unaware of the meaning!

He had glared at his brother, whom was lounging on the couch. With a knock on the door, Italy quickly ran through the hall (he was covered in flour and sugar). He flailed his arms as he ran towards the front door. Prussia could help but laugh at the sight - Romano must have hit him with the whole bag of flour. His theory was proven right when Romano appeared from the kitchen, also covered in flour. He crossed his arms, glaring at the door. Even Japan had put down his manga to see whom had arrived. Italy pulled open the door, face brightly shining at the sight.

He leapt onto the newcomers with big hugs, and even kisses! Prussia ignored them, picking up the corner of Japan's forgotten manga. His face went bright red, causing him to drop the book. Several pairs of footsteps dragged into the living room, gaining Prussia's attention. If his face was red before, it was like a tomato now. Not only had his friends made an appearance, but so did she. France and Spain were chatting to Italy a few feet away - and the Italian was gripping Romano's arm, refusing his retreat. She was silently chatting with Romano, giggling when he swatted at his brother - man, did he hate France.

Prussia stood to his feet, staring at what (Y/N) was wearing. She typically wasn't one for dresses, but now she wore one. Of course, the sight of it made his hair stand up on end. It was short, barely reaching her knees. For a girl who hated showing skin, she was showing a lot. In fact, if Prussia didn't know better, he was have...he turned his red glare to France and Spain - whom were both eyeing him back. He raised a cursed finger at them, his face darkening in anger.

"You. Did. Not." he hissed.

Spain laughed, winking, "We did, mi amigo!" he said, "Isn't she provocativo?"

If it weren't for her hand smacking Spain's shoulder, Prussia would've struck the Spaniard upside the head. He huffed, glaring at the floor. (Y/N) scuttled over to him, her normal bright face shining up to him. She quickly hugged him, her face burying itself in his chest. All the anger he felt disappeared at that. He gently rubbed her back, blushing slightly.

"S-so, what are you doing here?" he asked, "Nein...never mind that. Why was you wearing das?"

She grabbed the bottom of her dress, flushing, "Erm," she chuckled, "Actually, it's just what I'm wearing until I get to the party. Ja, Francis?"

The Frenchman nodded, "It's true," he stated, "There are much more...attirant...clothes at the party. America and I had organized them, non?"

Italy smiled brightly, "Vee~ I can't wait to see!" he chirped, "I'm sure you'll be very beautiful, (Y/N)!"

Once at the party, the Axis powers were sitting around a small coffee table, chatting. It didn't seem like much, but at a party - with alcohol involved, it was definitely funny. Even Germany was beginning to get tipsy. The only one who didn't was Prussia. He actually wanted to remember the night (as stupid as it seemed). However, even with that, he did drink some, but not enough to get himself tipsy. He could always drink all the beer from Germany's fridge when they get home. It was strange, though, seeing the innocent (Y/N) drinking lots of alcohol.

Almost twice, she fell asleep on Prussia's shoulder - and she would have too, if it weren't for France tapping her awake every few minutes. It was strange to see him do such a thing, but he noticed that Spain was the one that kept telling her to drink. Prussia didn't understand, and he didn't truly care either. As long as she didn't die from intoxication, it would be fine. Eventually, she leaned over and grabbed onto Prussia's tie, pulling him forward. She acted as if she was sober, and she was far from it. Her (h/c) eyes glared into his red ones.

"Gilbert," she said, "Can I show you something?"

Her personality had definitely changed. Even so, the Prussian had stood up from the couch, and followed the slightly wobbly girl to the otherside of the house. She opened the balcony door, tugging Prussia outside. It was cold, and the snow was starting to fall. She jumped up and sat on the fence. He gently leaned against it too.

"So, liebe," Prussia sighed, "What did you want to show the awesome me?"

For a brief second, he thought that (Y/N) was going to pull up her dress. However, all she did was pull a small card from her stockings. She bowed slightly, handing the card to Prussia. He unfolded the envelope, and pulled the card out. He awkwardly looked at the card, feeling his face turn a slight red as he continued to read what she wrote.

'Gilbert,

'Antonio and Francis purposely came up with a plan on how to get us together. I thought you should know. I'll probably be drunk when you read this, but there's a chance I'm not. However, I have one question for you, however. Please comply. Can you be as gracious to kiss me?'

He dropped the card to the ground, staring at (Y/N). She was clueless, quite obviously. She was peering over the edge of the balcony, haphazardly swaying back and forth. Prussia grabbed the sides of her face, forcing his lips onto hers. When her drunk mind registered what was happening, she kissed him back - their lips moving gently together. Prussia had planned to do this anyway - he didn't need France or Spain to set him up with her.

"Oh, and by the way~" she pulled back slightly, "I'm not drunk."

He paused there. For an innocent girl, she wasn't so innocent.

~

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Innocence
Prussia x Innocent!Reader

Christmas morning was a strange tradition at Germany's house. Instead of opening presents, and having the best breakfast in the world - they slept in. Even though nearly everyone in the Axis celebrated the holiday of Christ's birth, they didn't do anything special. The only good thing about it was that Germany cancelled training for the day, to relax in the bath with a glass of beer (he was annoyed with everyone else, he sort of deserved a relaxing day). On the otherhand, everyone else was buzzing around the house with Christmas cheer. Well, sort of.

Romano and Italy were sitting in the kitchen, baking. Unfortunately, they would be doing it all day. Cookies and cakes had to be done before America's Christmas party (conveniently on a different time zone, so they didn't have to worry too much). Japan was sitting in the living room, instead of baking. He typically excused himself from the festivities, but was festive in his own way. He sat on the couch, reading a Christmas themed manga, ignoring the constant shouts around him. The only one who was excited by the holiday remained seated on the armchair beside the fireplace. It wasn't Christmas that Prussia really enjoyed, but it was the party.

It was the only time he was allowed to see (Y/N) outside of training. Even though she was neither part of the Axis or the Allies, she liked to come over to train with the Axis powers (although she was really good friends with those of the Allies). The truth was, she enjoyed hanging out with Prussia just as much as he loved hanging with her. It was quite obvious that they liked each other - Prussia more than (Y/N). He had even admitted that he thought she was really cute. She was an innocent girl, and would often blush at the slightest things.

Germany strutted into the living room, fully clothed and looking quite peaceful. He nodded to his brother and sat down beside Japan. Prussia had attempted to make it look like he wasn't entirely excited, he didn't want everyone to laugh at him - even though they knew. What happened next, he didn't expect at all. Instead of Germany's typical speech of how everyone should just sit to the side and ignore all the gross attempts from the human girls, he had simply said one sentence, "I think tonight will be interesting, ja?" Even Japan had chuckled at that. Prussia was completely unaware of the meaning!

He had glared at his brother, whom was lounging on the couch. With a knock on the door, Italy quickly ran through the hall (he was covered in flour and sugar). He flailed his arms as he ran towards the front door. Prussia could help but laugh at the sight - Romano must have hit him with the whole bag of flour. His theory was proven right when Romano appeared from the kitchen, also covered in flour. He crossed his arms, glaring at the door. Even Japan had put down his manga to see whom had arrived. Italy pulled open the door, face brightly shining at the sight.

He leapt onto the newcomers with big hugs, and even kisses! Prussia ignored them, picking up the corner of Japan's forgotten manga. His face went bright red, causing him to drop the book. Several pairs of footsteps dragged into the living room, gaining Prussia's attention. If his face was red before, it was like a tomato now. Not only had his friends made an appearance, but so did she. France and Spain were chatting to Italy a few feet away - and the Italian was gripping Romano's arm, refusing his retreat. She was silently chatting with Romano, giggling when he swatted at his brother - man, did he hate France.

Prussia stood to his feet, staring at what (Y/N) was wearing. She typically wasn't one for dresses, but now she wore one. Of course, the sight of it made his hair stand up on end. It was short, barely reaching her knees. For a girl who hated showing skin, she was showing a lot. In fact, if Prussia didn't know better, he was have...he turned his red glare to France and Spain - whom were both eyeing him back. He raised a cursed finger at them, his face darkening in anger.

"You. Did. Not." he hissed.

Spain laughed, winking, "We did, mi amigo!" he said, "Isn't she provocativo?"

If it weren't for her hand smacking Spain's shoulder, Prussia would've struck the Spaniard upside the head. He huffed, glaring at the floor. (Y/N) scuttled over to him, her normal bright face shining up to him. She quickly hugged him, her face burying itself in his chest. All the anger he felt disappeared at that. He gently rubbed her back, blushing slightly.

"S-so, what are you doing here?" he asked, "Nein...never mind that. Why was you wearing das?"

She grabbed the bottom of her dress, flushing, "Erm," she chuckled, "Actually, it's just what I'm wearing until I get to the party. Ja, Francis?"

The Frenchman nodded, "It's true," he stated, "There are much more...attirant...clothes at the party. America and I had organized them, non?"

Italy smiled brightly, "Vee~ I can't wait to see!" he chirped, "I'm sure you'll be very beautiful, (Y/N)!"

Once at the party, the Axis powers were sitting around a small coffee table, chatting. It didn't seem like much, but at a party - with alcohol involved, it was definitely funny. Even Germany was beginning to get tipsy. The only one who didn't was Prussia. He actually wanted to remember the night (as stupid as it seemed). However, even with that, he did drink some, but not enough to get himself tipsy. He could always drink all the beer from Germany's fridge when they get home. It was strange, though, seeing the innocent (Y/N) drinking lots of alcohol.

Almost twice, she fell asleep on Prussia's shoulder - and she would have too, if it weren't for France tapping her awake every few minutes. It was strange to see him do such a thing, but he noticed that Spain was the one that kept telling her to drink. Prussia didn't understand, and he didn't truly care either. As long as she didn't die from intoxication, it would be fine. Eventually, she leaned over and grabbed onto Prussia's tie, pulling him forward. She acted as if she was sober, and she was far from it. Her (h/c) eyes glared into his red ones.

"Gilbert," she said, "Can I show you something?"

Her personality had definitely changed. Even so, the Prussian had stood up from the couch, and followed the slightly wobbly girl to the otherside of the house. She opened the balcony door, tugging Prussia outside. It was cold, and the snow was starting to fall. She jumped up and sat on the fence. He gently leaned against it too.

"So, liebe," Prussia sighed, "What did you want to show the awesome me?"

For a brief second, he thought that (Y/N) was going to pull up her dress. However, all she did was pull a small card from her stockings. She bowed slightly, handing the card to Prussia. He unfolded the envelope, and pulled the card out. He awkwardly looked at the card, feeling his face turn a slight red as he continued to read what she wrote.

'Gilbert,

'Antonio and Francis purposely came up with a plan on how to get us together. I thought you should know. I'll probably be drunk when you read this, but there's a chance I'm not. However, I have one question for you, however. Please comply. Can you be as gracious to kiss me?'

He dropped the card to the ground, staring at (Y/N). She was clueless, quite obviously. She was peering over the edge of the balcony, haphazardly swaying back and forth. Prussia grabbed the sides of her face, forcing his lips onto hers. When her drunk mind registered what was happening, she kissed him back - their lips moving gently together. Prussia had planned to do this anyway - he didn't need France or Spain to set him up with her.

"Oh, and by the way~" she pulled back slightly, "I'm not drunk."

He paused there. For an innocent girl, she wasn't so innocent.

~