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.

Gilbert, on the other hand, was still awake, watching you with amusement. He had pretended to be passed out and drunk. And it was worth it. Grinning, he quietly lies down on a comfortable position. He wanted to talk, but it seemed like his curiosity on how you'll put him in bed made him pretend more on being passed out. And so, he did. You looked back again, adjusting the mirror to see his back was facing you. You turned the steering wheel on the left and stopped slowly in front of a house.

You open the door, trying not to make a sound. And before realizing he was actually passed, passed out. The Prussian won't be waking for another day. You grab his hand, which was quite warm for his condition, and put it around your neck as you carry him into the house. Your feet reached for the car door and closed it shut. You pushed the door open more, and more creaking was heard. All the lights were off and nothing but darkness. Somehow, your eyes adjusted and you quickly put him in their couch.

You look around and noticed a paper on the coffee table. You grabbed it and read it.

'Brother, I'll be spending the night with Feliciano. Please don't go drinking again.
-West'

They still call themselves that? You thought and smile a little. These two were inseparable for brothers. A laughter bubbled up in your throat at the thought of the German spending the night with his Italian lover. Those two were really loud. Speaking of loud, you glance at the 'passed out' Gilbert and blushed. You shook your head, fisting full of your hair, tugging it harshly.

No, no, no! That's bad! He's your friend! You thought and shrugged it off.

Gilbert was disappointed you didn't put him on the bed, his really comfy bed. Gilbert decided the act to stop. Though, still pretending, he groaned, as if he had a headache. You look back at him and rushed at his side. Your eyebrows furrowed as you firmly grip on his arm, worried. "Are you alright, Gil?"

He hummed and looked at you with those red eyes that always made your breath hitch.

And it did now. You blushed and looked away.

Gilbert noticed this and smirked. The boy was really cute. His hand snaked around your neck and you looked back at him, avoiding the look in his eyes. "You want me to take you to bed?" You offered, but really, in your mind, you decided against the thought. Your sanity was losing and will be going wild if something ever happens. Not that 'something' would. He nodded, smiling goofily.

Rolling your eyes, you blushed but still carried him.

By the time you two arrived at his room, he pushed you on the wall and kissed you roughly on the lips. Your eyes widened and you felt your body paralyzed for a moment. Gilbert frowned at this and broke the kiss, looking at you with fierce bloody eyes. You looked down, flushing another bright red. You flinched when he pins your hands on top of your head with one hand and began attacking your neck with kisses. You grumble a groan.

His other hand began to explore, going south and stopping to feel a tent on your jeans. Squeezing it, you turn your head and closed your mouth for any unnecessary sounds to come out of it. But for Gilbert, it was necessary. He smirks at your flushed face and unpins you to the wall. You look at him to be scooped up in his arms and him kicking the door open and gently putting you down on his really comfy bed.

You look at him with wide eyes and he closed the door, locking it even.

Gilbert jumped on top of you, grinning.

You half-glare at him. "Stop this, Gil!"

He didn't answer and you even bet he didn't understand what you just said. His hands travelled and touched your body in different parts of your body. He took off your shirt and quickly pinched your nipples. You accidentally let out a pleasure shout.

"Ah!"

He smirked deviously.

Twisting it, he busied your mouth by his. You closed your eyes and closed your legs, feeling the tent in between and tightness of it.

"Ah.."

He took off your pants next, licking the tent through the cloth of your boxers. Your hand grabbed his head, fisting full of his hair and you moan wantonly. "Ah-Ha....n-no.." He laughed and pulled off your boxers, kissing the tip of your prick. You closed your legs, trapping him in between but his hands were stronger as he opened it wide. His mouth engulfed your length and lie back down, grabbing the sheets behind.

"G-Gil! Ha...Ah! Eh-ah...!"

He continued his ministrations; licking, nipping, and sucking. You moaned.

"G-Gil...I-I'm going to..! GIL!"

White fluids flowed into the Prussian's mouth and you watched him gulp it all, licking his lips as to let you see he had liked it. Very, very much. You blushed as he replied with a, "Ah. Bitter-sweet."

You crawled away from him but your waist was caught and you were quickly in his arms. He kisses your forehead, your face, your neck and your shoulders. If your face could go more red, it would've. And surely, Antonio would've called you a tomato. You bury your head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable. Until he squeezes your butt, you let out a squeak.

"Gya! H-Hey!"

He chuckled and out two fingers in front of you, which really surprised you. Most of the men you had slept with don't even prepare you for them. Whether they were big or small, they didn't care and just fucked you thoroughly. You looked at him and he smiled, his eyes shining. You blushed and suck his fingers in your mouth, licking it and sucking it in a sensual manner. Although he had that hunger obvious in his eyes, he kept still, waiting for you to think it's done. He groaned. You stopped and before his hands could get on your ass, you get out of his arms.

He looked confused but you shrug it off.

You lie on your stomach and hung your ass in the air as an offer. You hide your red face in the sheets. Your head was snatched up and your lips was snatched by his. You kissed him back, lips in sync, which made it more delicious. His tongue barged in your mouth, swirling with your tongue. You fought back but whimpered and forfeited when he pinched your nipples. His other hand on your ass, and now in your ass.

You muffled a groan.

"Now, now. Let your voice out, schatz (treasure/sweetheart)." He spoke in your ear, voice hoarse but filled with his thick German.

And damn it, it turned you on.

He touches your already hardened length. He smirked as he notice it had hardened when he spoke German. You groan at the smirk, knowing he was thinking something. He pushed another finger in which made you wiggle your ass in discomfort. But it still made you moan in pleasure of being filled but it was really less, "M-more.." You whispered shyly. You shouldn't really be shy, but having sex--making love as you put it properly--with him, it was far different than the other men you had sex with.

"Ahh...please."

He stopped after putting the third finger in your ass, scissoring and all. He moved again when you didn't say it again, accidentally pushing in your sweet spot. "Gah!" Precum spilled a little and he grinned, noticing it and started abusing the spot, thrusting into it. And you made perverted noises as you'd like to say.

"Ah! T-There! Agh! Ahhh....!! Please, Gil...!!!"

He grinned, continuing the thrusting of his hands in your sweet spot. "What did you say, ließe? Sagen es laut, Liebling!" He talked in German and he touches your length. Wrapping his hand around it, squeezing it up and down. Damn, the man was already hit and what about his German? You bit your lip but the moans were still escaping.

"Ahhh! G-Gil...p-please...I-I-I...need...your..." You gulped, "-your cock!"

He stopped and he stripped himself in front of you. You pant and watch him do so. He was taking his time, as if teasing you in his sensual, sexy way. You groan with impatience and he looks at you, hungry like a lion. You smirk at the tent formed in his boxers. You stand up, a little dizzy from the previous pleasure. Now, it was your turn to pleasure him. You crawl in between his legs and stripped his boxers, his length standing. You smile, taking a shy lick before getting the courage to put it in your mouth.

He groaned loudly. "Ngghh, (Genderbend nickname)....ließe...Saugen Sie mehr! (Suck more!) Mein gott (my god)...!"

You hummed and licked it more, somehow getting turned on again as he speaks German. You bob your head up and down and finally, he grabs a fistful of your hair to stop you. You did stop and look at him with confusion evident on your face. He grins and flipped you on your stomach. He hovers you and kisses your shoulder, as if for comfort. He enters you slowly, which really made you impatient. You whine and he smiles.

Suddenly, he pulls out and slams into you. You groan loudly. "Gilbert!~"

It made the Prussian grin and thrust more. He groans, "So tight.."

"Ah! Ah! Th-There--"

"(G. Name)..Ngghh.."

You look back at him and he looks back at you too. You slam your lips on his, sloppily kissing him.

Your climax was about burst. But you don't know about his until he said it. "I-I'm about to cum, ließe..."

You gasp and nodded. "Me-me too.."

And suddenly, your climaxed bursted. You came first and he followed suit not long after. You two stayed still, panting on the bed. He pulled out of you, fortunately but unfortunately dropped on you as he 'passed out' again. You half-smile at this, somehow you got what you wanted...but then...what if Gilbert actually remembered this night?

You fixed him up and out him in the bed, with clothes and is clean. You washed yourself in a hurry and dressed, looking back, ashamed and hurt. As much as you love the guy, you knew he was drunk. You sigh and left him, hoping this wasn't going to be a topic tomorrow. You even hope there was no tomorrow.

You laugh in the night, shaking your head.

"Might as well find another man..."

And you do so.

"Hello, sexy~"

And there I go again, you thought.

QUESTION TIME!

(The part 2 will be posted soon.)

What if all your yaoi/Hetero/Yuri ships came true? (Or all at once if you want.)

Mind if I ask who's your favorite authors?

WHERE DO YOU LIVE. WAIT, DONT LIVE--

Bestfriends? :3

YOU SEE A SPIDER. WHAT DO YOU DO.

List 10 persons that you care about.

Done?

Okay then.

What if #1 peeked on you while you're having your bath?

If you were sad, what would #10 do?

If you had killed someone, what do you think #5 would do?

Would you marry #7?

Kiss #4?

Have sex with #9?

Marry #3?

Go gay for #6?

Be BFF's with #2?

Now, what number is missing.

Don't go back.

(These were all random btw.)

Hug? *hugs you anyway*