Kaiser Wilhelm x Otto Bismarck (Smut)

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Bismarck was sitting on his bed exhaustedly.

He had just left the conference room were he held an important conference with Wilhelm and a few others.

And now he sat there thinking about everything that happened. At the end, he decided to go take a walk to clear his mind.

He had been walking around for quite a bit when he began feeling like someone was watching him.

The chancellor turned around and tired to fine someone or something that could be the reason behind his weird feeling.

But nothing was there. So he just continued walking.

He hadn't gotten much further when he suddenly heard a deafening bang behind him and before he could turn around, he already felt a sharp pain in in his stomach.

Wilhelm had heard the news of Bismarck getting attacked pretty soon after it had happened.

He rushed to the infirmary and immediately saw the chancellor laying on one of the beds.

The emperor sat down next to the bed and looked at the unconscious man besides him.

The thought of many different experiences they had together flushed through his mind as he watched Bismarcks seemingly lifeless body.

He hadn't even noticed the tears running down his cheeks untill a nurse came in and began talking.

"He is doing alright. The shot didn't hit any important organs but his body still shut down to regenerate easier."she looked at Wilhelm sympathetic look.

The emperor stared back at her in silence and tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What I'm trying to say is, Bismarck is in a coma but  it appears like he will be better in some time."

Wilhelm nodded slowly and faced the chancellor again.

He seemed so peaceful laying there no matter all the bandages around his body.

A few minutes flew by without Wilhelm looking away from Bismarck even once.

Finally, after about an hour of sitting in silence, the emperor got up and went back to his room.

The way to his room seemed longer than usual and he tried to get his mind from all of that stress but he just couldn't get Bismarck out of his mind.

Later that day, Wilhelm was sitting on his bed and trying to sleep when he finally realized that he needed Bismarck in his life.

His reputation didn't matter to him anymore. He didn't care about what people might say. He didn't care how people might think about him. He only cared about seeing Bismarck again and feeling him next to him without needing to avoid eye contact.

And he craved his attention he needed his sweet words and touches.

That was the moment he decided to tell Bismarck how he felt and that he wanted to be with him.