I wrote this lemon with the help of my friend Mazzy15. She was writing it more from Prussia's pov, and I was writing in more of Italy's pov. She wrote the first paragraph, then me, then her, and so on, so each new paragraph is a different person writing. So apologies if it sounds disjointed. I tried to make it more smooth but didn't want to change too much.
Prussia walked casually into his house. Well, Germany's house, but fuck that he still lives here. He walked into the kitchen and saw Italy bopping about to the radio, making pasta. He sidled up to the Italian and smirked. "Hey there my little Ita."
"Oh, hi Prussia! What are you doing in the kitchen? You usually leave everything to Germany and I?" Italy was mortified by his reply to the sexy, former nation. He's even blushing from embarrassment at being so near his crush.
Prussia smirked at Italy's flustered reply. "I just saw you in the kitchen and came over to say hi. What are you cooking? Pasta?"
"Ve~ of course! Would you like some when I'm done?" Prussia doesn't normally eat Italy's pasta, he would rather have something his brother had made, maybe he'll have some today. Italy just hopes it's good enough for him to compliment it... The thought alone made Italy bite his lip and look down at the pot he was stirring.
Prussia smirked and moved a little closer to the Italian. "Sure. Then maybe we could have dessert afterwards." Prussia smirked in his usual fashion.
"Y-yea sure! What would you like for dessert, Prussia? I'll get a head start on it now!" Italy turns around to the other counter and starts busying himself with cleaning up to try and prevent the sexual thoughts entering his head when he thinks about 'Prussia' and 'dessert'. But it's too late, he can already feel his erection growing.
Prussia watches Italy's ass as he moves, not bothering to be discrete. "I don't know. How about something Italian?"
"V-ve, yea, that's a great idea. Although, that doesn't help much.." He trails off, thinking about how Prussia's comment wasn't helping his erection. He turns around once more to look at Prussia, but he was right behind him. Now, face to face with Prussia, he has no words, and he simply blushes madly at their close-ness.
Italy turned around, making Prussia blush suddenly at the lack of space between them. "Well. Maybe I'll help you with it." He suggests, leaning in a bit further.
At first, Italy didn't know what was happening. But he decided to lean in to Prussia, their lips connected and it felt like sparks were flying. 'How cliche and American to think that' he thought to himself.
Prussia fought for dominance, gripping the Italian's small waist and pushing him against the counter, not caring as a few utensils fell off.
Italy gasped at Prussia's sudden action, allowing the former Teutonic knight to push his tongue into his mouth. He moaned, not bothering to fight for dominance, as he knew he'd already lost.
Prussia smirked at Italy's submissinve behaviour. "I don't get-" He planted a kiss on Itlay's cheek. "Why West is always-" A kiss on his jaw. "Keeping you to himself-" Another on his neck. "And away from me." One more at his collar bone, before he pulled Italy's shirt over his head and dropped it, peppering the Italian's chest with kisses.
Italy moans at the surprisingly tender actions coming from the Prussian. "He knows what you do to me, and I suppose he didn't want us doing this."
Prussia chuckled. "Looks like that didnt work, hey?" He said, resuming his attack on Italy's lips while trailing his fingers slightly aggresivly down Italy's chest.
Italy tried to chuckle at Prussia's witty reply, but it just came out as his usual sweet giggle. Nevertheless, he kisses the Prussian back, wrapping his hands around his neck and into his soft white hair.
