Name: Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)
Age: 22

---------- Post added 06-29-2012 at 01:56 PM ----------

Red eyes peered around the house. Darkness was everywhere but around a single man. It had been a few years that Prussia had been held captive by Russia, and now he had the chance to finally escape. All in the lonely residence were asleep, including the devilish Russia himself. He was hardly dressed, stuck in a ripped up shirt. It had also been years since he'd had clothing to wear. This one shirt smelled awful, and he was sure he himself didn't smell very pleasant. His frame was dangerously thin, and his hair was oily and matted. Ivan had screwed him up in the time he'd had him. He was at the front door now, and he was giddy with happiness. There was a pair of boots sitting there that belonged to one of the servants of the house hold. (he didn't even know their names.) He could tell by looking that they'd fit his small feet. He slipped them on and then blew out his candle before stepping out into the cold. Snow laid on the ground and the chilly air nearly froze Gilbert's already pale skin. He felt awful, though he knew this was the price he would pay for freedom. He was finally away. Away from captivity.

Gilbert had been wandering around in the snow for a long time before he came along a rather beautiful log cabin. He knew it well, seeing as how he'd know the man that lived here. This was Ludwig's home. It was sturdy and Prussia would see smoke rising from the chimney. It had been such a long time, Gilbert was certain that Ludwig wouldn't recognize him. He was so much thinner and sick looking. The only feature that looked the same was his glowing red eyes. Even his hair had changed, growing long down his back and it was tangled in a mess. He couldn't possibly just knock on the door and reintroduce himself. No, he'd have to sneak in. He climbed into the Nearest window, relived to see this was one of the many guest bedrooms in the huge house. He raided the closet, finding a few pieces of Ludwig's clothing that he could maybe wear. It was then that he saw it. A bathroom connected to the very roomhe was in. It nearly brought tears to his eyes and he ran to it, turning on the water in the shower and stepping in. He scalded his skin, cleaning it and sighing contently as the smell and grime from years came off. His skin looke pink underneath all of the dirt that had been on it. He hadn't seen it this way in ages. Pleased that he was clean, he stepped out and looked in the mirror. His hair wasn't as bad now that it was washed, but it was still awful long. He looked in drawers before finding a pair of scissors. He took them to his hair, snipping here and there until it was short and kempt, just as it had been long ago. He was still gaunt and sickly, but at least now he could possibly pass for himself.

The clothes that Gilbert had stolen from Ludwig's closet were a bit big. He gave up on the pants completely and just wore the white button up blouse. It hung down to his mid-thigh and he figured it would do. Seriously, this was all he'd been wearing in the first place, this shirt was just complete and not dirty. He buttoned it and ran to the kitchen, raiding the fridge. There was lots of odd food there. There were the normally sausages and cheeses that he knew and loved, but there was also an odd assortment of noodles and bread and other really weird things. He decided on grabbing the potatos and brats, stuffing his face with food. He knew if he didn't slow down he'd die. His stomach was shruken, and filling it to fast might make it explode. He just couldn't stop. Food was like heaven for him, and he wasn't going to stop eating until he dropped dead. It was then that a hand laid on his shoulder. It wasn't big enough to be Ludwig's. There was no way. He was turned around by an Asian man. He wasn't very big. His eyes were brownish black, and his hair hung into his eyes just slightly. "Who are you?" He asked and Prussia sqeaked. Who was this? Was this Ludwig's lover? Why was he in Germany's house? What was going on!? he still didn't answer or even speak at all. This caused an odd look to show up on the man's face. "Should I kill you?" He asked, not really talking to Gilbert, but to himself. Another man entered the kitchen. He was tiny and had brown hair and bright coffee clolored eyes. He stared at Pussia with curiosity. "Who's he?" He asked the Asian, and that guy just shrugged. "I don't know." Prussia started screaming as he was dragged to another room. There was a bed, and all he could see was blonde hair sticking out from under the sheets. "Lyudvig! eto ya ... Prussiya ..!!" He cried, not even able to remember how to speak any lauguage other than Russian. He wondered if anyone would even know what he was saying. Probably not.

Name: Germany ( Ludwig )
Age: 22

It had taken far too long for Germany to lull the fool, Italy, to sleep earlier that night. First his room had been too dark and scary, then the window too drafty with the chilly night air, and finally he had awoken at some ungodly hour to alert him that he was hungry. The mousy-haired man had even crawled right into his bed to tell him so. As if that were not troublesome enough for the exhausted Germany, finding food for the pasta-craving loon had proved nearly impossible. He had refused to take even one bite of saeurkraut! Simply because England had enjoyed the dish proved nothing of it. It was a delicacy well-loved by Germany, and nearly always kept fresh in his cabin. Nevertheless, he did eventually find Italy some bratwurst that the other had deemed worthy of eating. When it had come time for Italy to truly leave him alone, Germany had went off to bed all too eager to get some sleep. For this reason, he was especially frustrated when some sort of a ruckus in the kitchen woke him. The sound drafted easily underneath his closed bedroom door, pricking his senses to make him feel more alert.

Opening his eyes, he begrudgingly stared down the door from where he lay in bed. Pulling his blanket closer up around himself, he rolled over and shut his eyes tightly. Mentally, he pleaded that no one disturb his rest once more. His wishes were not granted. As screaming sounded, his body jolted up into a sitting position and his eyes flew open widely. "Was ist dass? (What's that?)" he spoke quietly, squinting thoughtfully for a moment as he realized that this screaming was not that of Italy's. No, it wasn't Italy's, nor Japan's. Just who dared-? Before an answer came to him, his door realized that his door had been opened and there stood his raven-haired companion. Behind him and to the side stood Italy, who chimed an apology nearly immediately, already having pushed Germany's anger earlier in the morning and the previous night. "Sorry to intrude again, but, ah, we found him in the kitchen!" He explained, a silly smile strung along his face. Sighing deeply, Germany placed one of hand onto on side of his face in a hopeless manner. Naturally, he turned to the only trusty ally he truly had at the moment. "Japan! What is the meaning of this absurd racket?!" he demanded before letting his gaze follow down to the origin of the noise. In the dark of his room, the form silhouetted in the light of the hallway meant nothing to him. Once the Asian man flipped the light on, however, the difference was drastic.

Eyes widening immediately as he both heard the previously-unknown man's voice and saw his face at the same time, Germany froze stiffly in surprise from where he sat. The voice was unmistakable- albeit in a foreign language- but as if that weren't enough, he was also able to clearly see just who had been dragged into his room from appearance. To top it all off, the lean male before him was wearing one of his button-up shirts that only reached his thighs. A light pink tint lit his cheeks as he stared, bewildered, at the man hehadnt seen for several years due to the cursed Russia. "P-Prussia!" he exclaimed, leaping off of his bed in one bound to shoo Japan's hands off of the man. He was only clothed in a pair of loose-fitting boers and a black tee-shirt, but it wasn't as if the other to standing there hadn't seen him dressed like so before. Had anyone else been in its reserve, he might've thought twice about this. "Prussia, what is the meaning of this?" he asked, voice tones softer, though it kept its naturally stern quality. Worry tugged gently at him, but he showed nothing of this except for a firm hand on Prussia's shoulder as he awaited an answer.

Prussia felt his eyes water and he collapsed to the floor, legs shaking and weak. "I got away...You can't let him find me..." He was holding his hands over his face, sobbing into them. Japan cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled Otaly out of the room to give them privacy. Prussia was now remembering more and more English, trying his hardest to speak. It had been so long. "I didn't mean to break in...I just have to get away from zat bastard." he was surprised that he'd even been recognized. He's expected Germany to have no idea who he even was. "I was so scared. Russia would've killed me if he found me trying to escape. He still will kill me if he finds me again." Russia had become so possessive over Prussia, claiming the man as his very own. Prussia just didn't want to be Russia's 'own.' Russia was more than a little demented, and he'd done terrifying things to Prussia.

Italy grabbed some of his own clothes from the closet, knowing he could let this small man borrow them. He wasn't sure who he was, but he could tell it was someone close to Germany. Ludwig had looked so odd when he'd seen the red eyed guy. He walked back into the room where they were and frowned as he saw the guest was crying. He was shaking and Italy walked over to him. "Here you go. You must be cold." Prussia took the clothes and his hands shook to much for him to put them on. He started crying again. "I can't do zis!!!" He screamed and Italy cringed, afraid of the reaction. "W-What...calm down..." Italy grabbed the underwear and helped Gilbert into them. "Shh. Shush. It's ok. Let me help you." He helped him into the pants and then made Gilbert change his shirt. "There." Gilbert was still scared silly. "Don't let Russia find me!!!" He cried and tried to stand. Italy was terrified. "What's wrong with him?!" Italy demanded. The little nation had never seen someone act that way.

Germany was caught off guard as Prussia collapsed to the floor, the other's body seeming to shake where he now knelt. Worry finally crossed his features as he knelt alongside him, a firm hand moving from his shoulder to his back as his gaze dipped to the floor. While he was used to looking after and caring for a hooligan, comforting another country was something Germany didn't often do. So, while his sympathy inwardly tugged for the man, he was having a hard time coming up with words as the other sobbed. "I vill not let him find you," he finally declared after a few moments of silence, his hand hesitantly moving to rub the other's back. While Prussia seemed to open up to him about how he had escaped and what Russia may do to him, Germany released a soft sigh. 'Just what am I getting into now?' he thought, then shaking his head a bit at himself as he fell victim to his sense of righteousness. While he fashioned himself as no 'hero', like America did himself, he wouldn't turn Prussia out of his home over the threat of Russia. Even if he could imagine the horrors the other must've witnessed in his time spent in captivity. A shiver broke through the usually-stern exterior of Germany as he managed another few words to try comforting the other. "He vill not find you, you vill be alright here." He spoke gently to the other, his gaze steady on him as his hand remained on his back.

Germany removed his comforting hand from Prussia's back as Italy re-entered with a set of clothes. He remained quiet while he watched the exchange, both unsure of how to act and how to explain this to the clueless one. Germany, himself, had been struck down and controlled cruelly by other countries before, but never to much of an extreme. Smaller, weaker countries were more used to such things-- Prussia was one such example that had to have undergone much abuse. Between Prussia's screaming and Italy's fright, his head was beginning to throb dully. "Danke, Italy. Now, go back to the kitchen for now. We vill talk about zat later," he commanded firmly, standing for a moment to direct the smaller country's shoulder out of his bedroom door before closing it firmly. Then looking over his shoulder at Prussia, he sighed softly once more. In a gesture of kindness- rarely shown so blatantly on his part- Germany would lean down to Prussia's height, wrap his arms around the lean boy, and use his upper arm strength to gently pull him up to stand in a firm hug. "Zere, zere, now. Russia vill not find you here," he spoke confidently, a certain calm taking his expression.

Gilbert wasn't very happy. "I hope not. I hope he does not find me. He is....in love vith me..." He said softly. "I do not know vhy...und he has an odd vay of showing it. Apperatly he think zat tying someone down und cutting them ist romantic to him. He zaid I was more beautiful covered in mine blood.." He said all of this bitterly. He wasn't sure why he was admitting any of this to Germany. He didn't want Ludwig to think he was a weakling. He was surprised when arms encircled him in a hug. "L-Ludwig...." He felt a slight blush form on his face. He slowly wrapped his own arms around Germany. It Acctully felt nice to have someone holding him. He felt rather happy here. He didn't want to let go. "You are so...nice to me.." He closed his eyes and yawned. "I am sleepy Ludwig. Can we sleep?" He asked. "But...Ludwig. Please...stay with me..I am still afraid.." He started shivering again. "You make me safe." He relaxed some, leaning closer into the strong arms that encircle his overly skinny body. He was rather sleepy. He became silent as he feel asleep on Ludwig.

Italy sat in the kitchen beside Japan, frowning. "Who is that guy? Why does Germany care about him so much?" He felt extremely jealous. And of a scrawny, underweight child at that. "You are jealous aren't you." Japan stated as if he could read Italy's mind. The Italian crossed his arms. "No...maybe...yes..." He frowned. "I can't help it. I like Ludwig. I don't want to share the attention he gives me." He admitted.

Ludwig's body stiffened where he knelt as Prussia spoke of Russia's 'love'. For a reason that would later haunt his thoughts- one he couldn't quite place- he was incredibly uncomfortable to hear of how the other had been treated. He already knew that Russia was mildly disturbed, but hearing this only heightened this opinion. That, and set an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Germany's jaw tensed the slightest bit, but aside from that, most of his facial expression remained the same. Inside of him, the pit of anger towards that brutal country of Russia began to brew. "He vill not find you," he then asserted, now that the other was encased in his arms, "I vill make it my duty to make sure of it. Russia cannot hurt you any more." While he had had trouble coming up with words to comfort Gilbert, saying these things came naturally. Much to Germany's surprise, and dismay, he knew that he meant them as soon as he had spoke them as well.

Feeling arms loop around him to return the embrace, a small blush rose to Ludwig's face as well. The feeling of being held coupled with the words from the other was far more than enough to bring out the streak of gentle shyness from the stern country. "Y-Yes, we can sleep now," he spoke softly, thoughtfully, as he looked down at the underweight, shivering man in his arms. typically, if one wished to share his bed, he would've said an immediate 'no'. With Italy, for instance. If that country didn't sneak into his bed every so often, he'd never be allowed into it. Upon hearing that he made the other feel safe, his gaze softened, and he tightened the hug he held the other in slightly. Though he knew the other was asleep by the time he had some sort of reply ready, he spoke it in a whisper anyways, "I am so glad that you escaped." After waiting there for a moment, he then moved to carefully lift Gilbert into his arms and carry him to his bed. Lying beside him and pulling the blankets up around the both of them, Germany let out a soft, content sigh. 'Finally, some peace and quiet.' he thought contently, glancing over at Prussia with a grin before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Gilbert woke up not long after, having an unpleasant dream. He looked over at Ludwig's sleeping form with a smile. He hasn't been around someone who cared about him in a long time. He snuggled up really close to Ludwig and stared at him for a while. Ludwig had beautiful features. His blonde hair and sharp features made him incredibly handsome. Prussia was sure this was creepy. He had one leg thrown over his savior, and he had his arms all tangled up with Ludwig's. He didn't really care. This was all he'd wanted for a long time now. He'd wanted someone to love him and take care of him. That was what he had now and he promised himself he'd never forget what Ludwig was doing for him. He eventually fell asleep, still all tangled with Ludwig.

Italy woke the next morning and went to go climb into Germany's bed like he did so often. He frowned when he saw the guy from last night all snuggled up to Germany. His Germany! He glared intently until the silvered haired man woke up. "Ello Feliciano..." Prussia said in a very groggy way. He didn't bother moving from his close position on Germany. "Get up." Italy demanded. He didn't have to act all innocent without Germany awake. That was the only time he had to act nice. "Vhat?" Prussia was confused as he stood. "Dod I do zumthing wrong??" Italy grinned. "Of coarse not." His voice was creepy and Prussia gulped. "What's wrong with you?" Prussia demanded. "Stay off of my Ludwig. That's all I'll say." Prussia sighed and go up. "Fine."

Ludwig slept surprisingly pleasantly for once, at last content to have another's warmth to share while he slept. It was strange to be sharing his bed, of course, but only because it was a new feeling. While asleep, he wasn't even thinking of such things though, he was simply basking in the warmth and the feel of another's touch. He woke up to voices, but much to his surprise, no one was beside him. Not Prussia, and not Italy. The sign to him that someone had been there, however, was the way the sheets were tangled and his arms were thrown across the other side of the bed. Opening his eyes slowly, he squinted at the harsh light coming through his window as he sat up. Blinking in surprise and slight annoyance as he saw Italy standing there, he wondered what was going on. 'Please don't tell me that my cabin is on fire.... Or England has tried to invade it.... Or Japan has finally become sick of this trio.' he pleaded mentally as he ran a hand up through his hair and looked to his side to see that Prussia had just got out of bed.

The silver-haired man looked even better now that Ludwig was more awake, but it was also easier to notice the lack of sustenance he had been living off of. Prussia needed good, hearty meals to re-strengthen him again. Seeing this, Germany already let his thoughts wander about down a list of every specialty from sauerkraut to bratwurst to knoephla soup that he could make for his guest. The smallest of grins lifted his lips as he took a moment to admire Gilbert's features in the sunlight before he spoke up, "Guten morgen. (Good morning.)" Casually, he then stretched out his arms in a yawn and looked up at Italy expectantly. "Well, is breakfast ready? Has someone been captured?" he asked, wondering why it was that it seemed hehad intruded on his sleep once again. He didn't notice, of course, that the country had opened the door in order to crawl into his bed, or that Prussia's presence would've stopped this. Nevertheless, he moved to slip out of bed as he awaited an answer, lingering for a moment by Gilbert's side before looking over at Feliciano.

Gilbert could see the anger on Feliciano's face. "No. Breakfast is not ready, but it will be soon." The Italian said, his teeth gritted and a glare aimed at Prussia that could kill. The Prussian was disgruntled and he just frowned before walking off. "Um. I'm going to shower und them I vill get dressed." Italy seemed happy with that. As soon as Prussia left towards the bathroom, Feliciano clung to Ludwig. "Do you want to help me make breakfast?" He asked eagerly. He was just so used to having Germany all to himself. He didn't want to share with a stupid, underweight, ugly, girly tramp. He was dancing around Ludwig in the cutest way he could. He wanted to seem sweet and innocent. "I-Italy!" Prussia called from the bathroom. "Yes?!" Feliciano called, angry about being interrupted. "I-I don't have clothes..."Italy paused and grinned. "Go on Germany. Makes us breakfast please." Italy went in to the bathroom after Prussia was done showering and dressed him. He made him look like a complete tramp. He gave him the shortest, tightest shorts, and the tightest tee shirt. They'd been Italy's clothes when he was just a kid. Gilbert frowned, not very happy with the items. He looked even more gaunt. He didn't dare complain though and just followed Felciano back into the kitchen.

Watching the exchange between the two left Germany feeling clueless. Obviously, he had missed something that might've been rather quick. Whatever it was, he hoped it was insignificant as well as he stood and moved to the doorways the three left the room. With his thoughts still clearing themselves up, it wasn't until he saw the frown on Gilbert's face that he actually began to worry about what he had missed. "Pru-ssia...." Ludwig whispered under his breath as he watched him go off to shower, drawing a soft sigh from his lips as he wondered what was wrong now. Had he done something to upset him? Already he hadn't idea whathehadnissed gotten himself into. Italy's clinging was nothing new, so it didn't phase Germany much, though the usual tick of annoyance on his part did rise up. "Italy, you clinging on me will help with nothing," he spoke bluntly, casting a helpless glance over at the cutesy Italian. That man was surely a hopeless wreck, but not an altogether bad country. He was actually about to accept the offer to help when Gilbert spoke up from the bathroom.

As Italy departed, Ludwig couldn't help but feel a bit on-edge. He let out a short sigh as he watched him, too, make his way to the bathroom before walking to the kitchen to begin cooking. 'That Italian actually seemed to be bothered today, something is off there, and Prussia....' he thought to himself as he began to whisk the batter of the rolls that he had in a bowl before him. His Tohughts were severed when Italy and Prussia approached again. Germany froze in place as he saw what Gilbert was wearing, the whisk effectively dropping from his hand and plopping into the batter before him. This caused a small splash that reached the forest green apron Ludwig had dawned to cook. He had a hard time speaking at first, a blush coming to his face as he sent a hard stare over at Italy. "Italy, vhat kind of clothes are these?" he asked, perplexed as he then looked back to Prussia. As intriguing as it was to see him with so little, tight, clothing on, it didn't feel right to him to be looking at. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he then spoke to him, "We'll vind you different pants, at least, a bit later." Then looking down at his dough, he would skillfully slip the whisk back out of it before taking it out of the bowl and beginning to knead it roughly.

Italy sighed. "Germany, this is all I have that will fit him. We'll have to make him some clothes or go shopping or something." He looked at Ludwig. "He's just so skinny. Nothing fits right." Prussia made a face. "You don't have to call it to everyone's attention." He pouted. Italy just shrugged. "Well its true!" Prussia's red eyes flashed with slight anger. He jumped onto Feliciano's back. "Take it back!!!" He screamed and Italy groaned, struggling to move the angry Prussia from his back. "Never! I won't take it back you scrawny little punk." They wrestled, Prussia ending up on top of Feliciano. They were both making odd noises, both making sounds that sounded like moans. Japan walked in and his eyes widened. "What...?" Both men looked at Japab and blushed. "This is not what it looks like." Italy said and Prussia just flushed. Niether of the men had enough clothes on. "You need to get off of him." Japan said, kind of embarresed. He kept flushing, looking at the scene. Prussia stood and got off. "I-I..." He just shut up and looked at Ludwig. "I think I need to change." He felt naked and knew he must be being looked at. He wondered what Ludwig even thought about him. He wanted Ludwig to like him and Italy was making him seem gross and ugly.

Japan finally calmed them down and then sent them out. He needed to talk to Ludwig. "You know they're fighting over you right? They both want your undivided attention." He was pretty sure Germany hadn't even noticed. He wasn't really good with noticing things.

Ludwig continued to roughly knead the dough before him through Italy's excuse, sighing deeply as he felt a tick of annoyance. Sure, Gilbert had gotten rather skinny, but did that mean he had to wear such tight clothing? He was about to speak up about it when the arguing began. "Italy--" he began sternly, stopping his kneading in order to powder his hands. Then looking up as if to continue, he heard Prussia speak up, then a sudden yell sounded, and now out of nowhere Prussia was on Italy's back. Germany's eyes widened as he watched, dumbfounded, as the two began to wrestle. He stood there frozen, mouth open and twitching slightly as his thoughts were completely stopped. On one hand, it was annoying that Italy had driven Prussia into this frenzy, but it was also amusing in a way. On the other hand, there was Prussia pinning down Italy while wearing little clothing. His mind tugged at him to act, but he found himself without words until Japan walked in. Even then, his words came out unnecessarily jumbled. "They were- You see-" he stuttered uncharacteristically for a moment before a blush rose to his cheeks and he gave up trying to explain, instead looking back at his dough as he let out a sigh. 'Leave it to Japan to clear things up for me.' Before the two were shooed out, Ludwig sent an apologetic look in Prussia's direction, having felt a bit helpless in the situation. Feeling helpless was definitely something that Germany was not used to, and he blamed the new, warm feeling in his gut for it. The feeling that pulled for Gilbert.

After they were sent out by Japan, Germany went back to his dough, grabbing a knife and cutting it into strips that would fit perfectly into loaf pans. As he made the final cuts, he was stopped by what Japan said. Looking up at the country doubtfully, he let out a soft sigh and set the knife down. "I don't know what to do," he admitted, brushing the flour from his hands off on his apron before using one to rub the side of his neck troubledly. "Italy... Isn't fond of my guest?" he guessed, having at least noticed how odd the typically-friendly ( and dimwitted ) country had been acting around the other. Frowning slightly he then declared, "I vill not simply turn Gilbert out." He was find of Prussia, the touch was clear, but just what was he supposed to do? He stared down at the counter top beneath him quietly for a moment before breaking doing something else he wasn't used to. "Vhat do you suggest I do, Japan?" he asked quietly, as if admitting defeat by asking for advice.

Japan sighed at how distraught this made Germany. "Maybe giving Gilbert his own bed would help. You know that Italy likes to slip into your bed at night. You always tell him no, so he's showing out since you said yes to Prussia. Also, please let me clothe that boy. It would be better for him to wear a kimono than to dress like a streetwalker. I'm sure that was Italy's doing. He doesn't realize that Gilbert is attractive..." Japan wasn't sure why he'd just admitted that. "I mean...not to me of coarse...since I'm you know...straight..and all.." He was flustered which wasn't typical for him. He had really been admiring the Prussian since he'd gotten here. He cleared his throat. "But yes, there are a few things that can be done to make Italy change his bad attitude. You need to treat them equally. Italy is like a child. When he isn't the center of attention, he had to change it do he is. But if you baby Italy and don't also baby Gilbert, he's liable to get jealous as well. I'm not sure why they're fighting for your attention so badly. I'd be willing to baby Prussia..." He said that last part to himself. He seriously had a crush on the country.

"Take it back you homo!" Japan sighed as he heard Italy scream that at Prussia. "I'm the homo?! Coming from the boy who wants to knock Ludwig up all night!" Gilbert yelled back. "It's not like you don't want to!" Italy retorted and Prussia howled in anger. "Take that back you little twit!" Italy laughed. "Make me devil spawn!" Then another noise could be heard. "Unnn! Aahh!! A-Ahh!! P-Prussia...don't touch me there...nhh..." They fell into the room, Gilbert pulling hard on Italy's curl, making him whine and beg for mercy. "Please..." He begged and the sadistic grin on Prussia's face suggested he would show no mercy. "That's why Ludwig just feels sorry for you!" A look of hurt flashed across Prussia's features for a few seconds and then it was replaced by hatred. "I can't take anymore of this!! I'm leaving!" Italy ripped the clothes off of him, leaving him in a pair of Japan's girly looking undies. "My clothes!" Prussia was even more humiliated and the stormed to the door, pulling on the boots he'd taken From Russia. "Fine! I don't need clothes!" He opened the door and was greeted by freezing air. A shiver wet down his bare back and he stepped into the snow. "Have fun hiding from Russia loser." Italy yelled after him.

Ludwig stood there quietly as Japan spoke to him, his hands firm upon the edge of the countertop and his gaze trained upon his kitchen's floor. While the suggestions of fairness seemed to make sense, he had enjoyed sharing the bed with Prussia, not that he would be willing to admit that to Japan. Besides, wasn't kicking Prussia out of his bed an invitation for Italy to begin sneaking into it again? That would be unfair itself, no? Not to mention, he had never wished for Italy to do so, but he had been more than accommodating for Prussia's wish tis keep in his bed. Didn't his preference matter at all? Wha tapered his interest, however, was japans's admitting that Gilbert was attractive. Looking up at the country, suddenly alert, he seemed disgruntled by hearing that. 'Of course it is true that he is attractive, but... Something about hearing those words come from another's mouth put him on edge and he suddenly felt rather uncomfortable. Looking straight at Japan warily, he noticed that he also seemed off, and a part of him was screaming that he, too, was interested in Prussia. if that weren't bad enough, the last words from his mouth before the voices in the other room rose sent a bit of a shiver down his spine. Vhat is this? He offers to baby Prussia, as if a favor to me, and... And I cannot stand this! Slipping his apron off of his head, he throws it across the counter and sends a hard stare at Japan. "I vill be looking out for Prussia from now on, I promised. If that is babying, then Italy will have to learn to accept it!" he declared in a yell before walking quickly to the door to enter the other room.

Before he could reach the door, however, the sounds coming from behind it stopped him. His heart beat loudly in his chest and his breath hitched unpleasantly in his throat as he heard what seeemed to be moaning from the other room. "Ahh?... Don't touch me there...?" he whispered, troubled by what he was hearing. Coupled with the nonsensical things they had been screaming at each other earlier, he could only guess what was going on. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Still, Ludwig could only stare on in shock once more as they tumbled into the room and he became involved in their yelling. He stammered quietly as Italy claimed that he only felt sorry for Prussia, "Now, th-that's not true..." It seemed that no one heard him, his voice was far too breathy. Seeing the hurt on Prussia's face drove a knife through his heart, a frown coming across his own face immediately. Had Italy not ripped Prussia's clothing off a moment after he declared that he was leaving, Ludwig would've said something, but that shock rendered him speechless for a moment. 'Those underwear are a good look for Gil-' he stopped himself mid-thought to shake his head and let the anger he felt at Italy right now burn his throat, 'What am I doing?!'

As Prussia stepped out into the snow, a look of clear pain crossed Germany's face. Turning to Italy, he marched right up to him and delivered a harsh slap across the small country's face. "I adore you, Feliciano, but I care about Gilbert, too! You are acting like a child!" he yelled, and he did mean it. While the country was obnoxious, he did care for Italy. However, what he felt for Prussia surpassed his fondness of Italy. "You know that what you said was a lie. Clean up your act," he then spoke seriously before running to Prussia. Still, hurt was drawn across his face, an unusual look for him. "Prussia, don't leave me," he begged softly, so that the other two could hardly hear. Grabbing the leaner male's forearm gently, he would hope to stop but not harm him. Hanging his head slightly, he would whisper, "Please?" Then leaning forward if the other had stopped, he would move to wrap his arms around him in a hug with the other's back to his chest.

Italy an Japan were both incredibly shocked by the slap Germany ushered upon Italy's face. The brunette country sobbed heartbrokenly, acting even more like a baby. "It's not fair! I love Ludwig! Why did that stupid Prussia have to show up?!" Japan could feel a headache coming on. He was rather annoyed By this whole thing. He wanted to take Prussia in himself. He was determined to make the silver haired man fall for him. He was sure he could be attractive to Gilbert. After all, what man didn't want dominance? He was perfectly willing to be the more womanly in a relationship, and that was what men like Gilbert wanted right? He didn't realize that was the opposite of what the guy wanted. Prussia needed someone who could be strong when he couldn't be. He needed a country that could protect him from all of the crazy people in this world.

Prussia was crying a bit, his tear steals freezing to his skin in the unnaturally cold air. He sniffled and stumbled into the snow a couple of times. He was so angry and he had no way to control it. He didn't want to stay with Germany as long as he had to deal with that idiot, Itlay. He had been nice to that tramp and all Italy had done was treat him like an unwelcome visitor. He was rather startled as his arm was grabbed, and jerked out of the grasp at first, thinking it was Russia. He was soon embrace into a warm hug by a strong, built body that he knew was Ludwig's the man was so buff. It really impressed Prussia to no end. "L-Ludwig..I don't want to go back. He's do mean." He said, referring to Italy. "And I want to be somewhere were people will care about me." He paused as he heard the pleading in Ludwig's voice. The guy was literally begging him to stay. He curle up into Ludwig's embrace, closing his eyes and leaning against his chest which was hard like metal. "O-Ok...I'll come back...but only for you, and because I'm really cold." He agreed.

Japan had taken Italy to his room, knowing that Germany and Prussia would not want to see him first thing apon entering the house. He'd made some hot coco and warmed up a kimono for Prussia when Germany finally got him back in the house. When he saw the freezing Prussia walk back in, he ran over and wrapped him up in the clothing, making Prussia sigh great fully. "Thank you Kiku." He said and closed his eyes again, wnjoying the intense warmth. He remove his boots and Kiku carried him to sit by the fire, kissing his cheek and then handing him a mug. "There. Are you ok?" Prussia was flushing, kind of embarresed, though it looked like he was just being shy with Kiku. He thanked him. "yes, thank you Japan. You're sweet." He curled up and drank from the mug while Japan watched him.

By the time Germany was out the door after Prussia, the other two had faded from his mind. Italy's confession was delivered to Ludwig's deaf ears now that he had again enveloped Gilbert in his arms. His heart was systematically broken, however, when he saw the tears on the other's face and heard his refutation of his plea. During the other's pause, he frowned slightly, nuzzling his face npgently into Prussia's shoulder. "I vill speak to Italy about it and try to make sure that it doesn't happen again," he still spoke gently, though firmly, his breath against the other's neck, "And I do care about you." As Gilbert complied, a grin crossed his features, and kept a firm arm around the other as they made their way back to his cabin. Germany was grateful that he had decided to stay, even if that meant trouble lay ahead with Italy. He knew he would have to talk to him. It would be a difficult conversation to have, and probably awkward on both ends, but he knew it would have to be done. If Prussia had not shown up now, then it would have had to be had in the future anyways. Ludwig simply didn't feel for Italy like he seemed to for him.

As relieved as he was that Prussia had decided to stay, Ludwig was soon reminded of another possible obstacle as they re-entered his cabin. Japan came right away with a heated kimono, and Germany was at first glad to see this, but the interaction between the two changed his mind quickly. While it was a good thing to see Prussia getting warmed up again, it bothered him watching Japan baby him like that. Why couldn't he have done that? The kiss Japan planted on his cheek was so uncharacteristic of the Asian, yet it drove a jealous twinge through Germany as he watched quietly, curiously. What irked him the most and drove him to stop watching was the blush on Gilbert's face. He wouldn't admit it, but seeing him act shy- or what he thought was shy- around someone else hurt. Instead of showing this, his jaw tensed and he swiftly turned to leave the room to go and speak with Italy. He walked right up to his bedroom door and knocked firmly upon it, calling out, "Italy? I wish to speak with you."

Gilbert frowned as Germany left. "do you think he's ok?" Prussia asked, worried by the clenching he'd seen in the man's jaw. "He's fine." Japan said, rubbing a finger lightly across Gilbert's back. The scrawny red-eyes one purred slightly. "Hmmm....nice..." He closed his eyes and was half asleep in no time at all. Japan smiled great fully and picked Prussia up, carrying him up the steps to Japan's own room, which required passing by Germany's room. Japan didn't think they'd be heard though. "Were are we going..?" Prussia asked groggily. "To put you to bed." Japan answered. A note of panic struck up in Gilbert's voice. "N-No! I can't sleep alone! He might come get me!" Japan paused. "But you wouldn't want to bother Germany would you? Ludwig doesn't like others in his bed. He kicks Italy out all the time." Prussia frowned. "Oh. I don't want to be a burden..I'm just...Japan, don't tell Ludwig. I don't want him to think I'm a baby, but I'm scared and he makes me feel...safe.." Japan smiled. "Yes. Ludwig is very strong. Tou have nothing to fear though my little one. I may not be as big as Ludwig, but I'll let you sleep in my bed until you aren't afraid anymore." Prussia smiled broadly. "You'd do that for me? Oh..Japan! Thank you so much! I don't want to burden Ludwig..." Japan ruffled the man's hair. "I would do anything to make you happy Gilbert." He carried Prussia off to his bed and laid the little principality in the bed. He climbed in beside him and snuggled him after turning off the light.

Italy frowned at Germany. "What is it Ludwig? That dreadful Prussia is gone now, so it can just be you and me and Japan again. No more skinny scandalous tramp." Italy was smiling his normal sweet smile all while saying this. "I hate him. He tried to take you from me and I can not have that. You are my bestest friend and I love you." he hugged Ludwig, hoping Prussia hadn't come back with him. He hoped Prussia died out there in the snow or got recaptured by Russia. He could now hear Gilbert and Japan talking as they passed the bedroom to go to Japan's "Aww. Ludwig' why did you bring him back?" Italy whined, not realizing that Germany loved Prussia as more than a friend. He didn't understand true love at all. He only understood friendly love.

Germany would hesitantly open Italy's door as he heard him speak up, walking in just beyond the doorway before closing the door behind him. He assumed the talk would be lengthy at best, so he wasn't planning on just sticking around by the doorway. Instead, he took a seat on the chair opposite the bed as he looked over at Italy. Sighing softly, he couldn't conjure up the words to tell Italy that hehad brought Prussia back in time. Instead, the both of them became alert of this as voices sounded past the hallway. He was about to speak through this, but found himself pausing. Ludwig, unfortunately, only caught the parts of the conversation where Japan invited Prussia to bed and he seemed overjoyed to accept this. Simply hearing that drove a dagger through Germany's gut, hurt making its way across his face nce again as he hung his head. Still, he knew he'd still have to deal with the problem of itarly's hatred. "Italy," he began slowly, attempting to push back the white-hot jealousy, "You are still my... best friend." he hadn't even admitted this much to begin with to Feliciano, so even without the pain he felt over Prussia sleeping with Japan, it was proving difficult to say. Such was the difficulty with Germans showing gooey emotions.

"You know the way you feel when you look at women, Italy? How you adore them, worship them, cannot get enough of them? That- That is the way I feel about Prussia," he then admitted slowly, then blushing lightly from she he sat as he looked up at Italy. "He can't replace my friends, though. You don't have to vorry," he assured the other, then stood up, pausing where he stood for a moment before grinning slightly at him. "Italy, you vill be doing be a huge favor by putting up vith him. I vould be very grateful if you did so." He then ruffled the other's hair absent-mindedly in what was supposed to be a playful gesture, but his face was drawn into depression as he said his goodnight then left his room. Walking slowly to his own bedroom, he felt a chill run up along his back, and murmured a soft curse. Germany would be sleeping alone that night-- exhausted, confused, frustrated, jealous, but mostly just lonely. He curled up under his covers and stared up at his ceiling for hours before he actually fell asleep. For once, it was his own Tohughts that kept him up instead of one of his friends.

Surprise crossed Italy's face. "You mean..." He started giggling. "Aw. That's so sweet! You love Gilbert like a boyfriend." He hugged Ludwig. "You should've said so. I can help you with that, but you're against Japan, and Kiku can be really flattering. It just depends on what Gilbert wants. Japan's sweet, but Gilbert seems to be more in need of a protecter. He's so afraid already as it is. He just won't admit it to you. We'll talk more in the morning about this. I'm going to bed." He walked off to his own room and slipped into his bed. He wouldn't be climbing in with Germany anymore. He knew that was Prussia's place and he respected that.

Prussia frowned as Japan clung all over him. It was more than uncomfortable and he wanted out. He knew Japan was asleep and he slipped out of his arms. He walked down the stairs, trying to be silent. The one thing he didn't see was the cat laying on the stairs. Heh tripped over the creature, falling down the stairs with a painful thud. "Ow..." He groaned and then stood back up. He rubbed his now sore backside. "Ow..." He walked into the kitchen and got a beer. He'd always liked beer, and Ludwig had plenty of it. He sat on the couch in the den and lounged himself, propped up on one arm, beer in the other hand. He was feeling pretty lonely, but he didn't want to go bother Ludwig.

The giggling from Italy drew embarrassment from Germany, forcing him to drop his gaze to the floor as a blush once again lit his cheeks. "Uhm, y-yeah..." he spoke slowly, rubbing one of his arms troubledly as he thought of how Japan already had the man in his room. Could he even compete with Kiku now? What were they doing in there? He accepted the hug, oddly enough, awkwardly patting the other's back to show his hesitant appreciation. "Danke, Italy," he then murmured, still uncertain about opening up to him like that. It would surely cause trouble in the future, no? Feliciano could be so talkative and open and-- hearing a sound outside of his room stopped his thoughts as he lay there quietly. Sitting up slowly, he withdrew the pistol he kept underneath his pillow and walked slowly to his bedroom door to listen. "Rusisa?" he whispered, narrowing his eyes as he opened hs door stealthily to step into the hallway. 'If Russia had come in, Japan wouldn't have been able to stop him... Vere is that bastard?' Stepping slowly out of the hallway and into his den, he paused, heart fluttering as he spotted the silver hair from theother side of his couch.

Frowning slightly, he would sigh softly and slip his gun away. At least he could be sure that Russia wasn't actually here, so Prussia was safe-- whether or not he was sleeping with Japan. Then a thought struck him. 'Vhat is he doing out here in the middle of the night?' Walking more casually now, he would walk around the side of the couch to sit in the armchair beside it. "Prussia? Vhat are you doing awake?" he asked quietly, voice just above a whisper but soft enough that the others wouldn't wake. His eyebrows were drawn together slightly, cautiously, so that he was braced for whatever answer he received. to anyone looking at him, it may appear as if he were confused if not for the mix of worry and sadness in his eyes. It was an unusual look for him, but something that many might not have noticed just by looking at him.

Prussia nearly choked on his beer as Germany came around and spoke. "O-Oh...Ludwig, you scared me." He smiled a little, his red eyes narrowed to half shut. It would've looked like bedroom eyes to most people, but it was really just because Prussia was exhausted. "I really needed a drink. Alchol makes me a little calmer in moderation." He stared at the handsome man for longer than was really needed. "I was trying to sleep with Kiku, but he's a bit to affectionate. He was suffocating me with hugs. Not that I don't like hugs, it was just kind of awkward. I mean, I hardly know him, but he treats me like we're best buddies. I'm not sure what's wrong with him...does he treat everyone this way? I thought he'd be a bit less touchy." he sat up, not minding that most of his body was there for the world to see. The kimono was hiked up around his waist, allowing most of his smooth legs to show, only his most private area was covered. The kimono was also so open in the front, that one could see most of his bare chest. In truth, he wanted Germany to look. He wanted this man to lust after him, though he knew that wasn't going to happen. As far as Prussia knew, Ludwig was as straight as an arrow. That didn't mean Prussia wasn't going to show a little extra skin though. He took a swig of the beer, some of it running down his chin and down his neck. "Opps. I just made a mess didn't I." It wasn't a question, and he said it low and suductivly, though he didn't act like he was trying to flirt.

Japan woke up and frowned when he saw that Prussia was gone. He wondered we're the guy had run off to. As he made his way into the den, Prussia had stood up and had his hand on the belt to his kimono, standing in front of Ludwig as if he might take the garment off. Japan's eyes widened. "Prussia." The silver haired man didn't flinch or even turn around. "Yes Kiku?" The Asian gulped, staring at all of the skin that was visible. "Are you ok? I noticed you were out of bed and came to find you." Prussia tightened his belt around his waist to cover all of his body. "I'm fine. I ce to get a drink. I was just about to come back. I can't get this kimono to stay closed all the way. I was just about to tighten it when you walked in." Japan smiled. "Oh, ok. Well, come on then." Prussia made sure to swing his hips just slightly as he walked, hoping Germany would look.

Germany grinned in an apologetic manner as Hebert Gilbert choke in surprise. Perhaps approaching so stealthily hadn't been a good idea, but he had been sure that it had been Russia that was walking around in his cabin, not Prussia. There was a definite difference in how he would accept the two of them into his home. The half-narrowed eyes Gilbert had widened Ludwig's, leaving him wondering why he had them opened that way. Had him and Japan been-? The thought brough a flush of anger to his face, but he forced himself to calm down as he apologized. "Sorry, I though you might've been Russia breaking in... I was going to go check," he explained, gesturing to the pistol he now held in his lap casually. He had been ready to attack if need be, even if Russia was a formidable opponent. Very few had ever won against that monster of a country. Hearing what he had to say about Japan, however, lightened Ludwig's heavy heart just a bit. "I wouldn't have expected zat of Japan, he doesn't treat many like zat... He must... Really like you," he spoke slowly, clearly uncomfortable with thinking about that. Looking back up at Gilbert, he was about to invite him back into his room when his gaze was instead drawn to his open kimono. Germany swallowed hard as he realized just how exposed Prussia was, and he became a little flustered, a deep blush coming to his cheeks. "G-Giblert, is zat-?" he was about to object to him showing himself off in public like that- something he wouldn't have necessarily minded in his own bedroom- just in case Japan or Italy happened to wake up as well.

However, as beer dribbled down the man's chin, Ludwig couldn't help but simply stare with blatant lust at him. He eventually stood up slowly, gaze clouded over with his want of him, as he spoke up more clearly. "Prussia, you're more than welcome to--" he was about to say 'come share my bed', but he was cut short when Japan walked on in. An awkward grin crept onto his face as he saw Gilbert immediately cover himself, but he nevertheless nodded curtly towards Japan in agreement with what Prussia said. "Right, and I believed he might have been Russia. Vas just up checking," he explained slowly, his eyes staying glued to Gilbert's form as he got up to follow Japan back to bed. While he was upset that he hadn't been able to coax Prussia into his own bedroom again, he did watch intently as he swayed his hips as he walked away. Involuntarily, he bit his lower lip at the entrancing sight. Then clearing his throat slightly, he spoke up, "Gute nacht!"

As Prussia walked the rest of the way to Japan's room, he thought about how flustered Germany had become upon his display of his nudity. He hoped that was because Germany liked him, but Germa y was a proper gentleman. Anything like that done by anyone would probably fluster him. He looked at Japan for a little while. He was beginning to realize that Japan had feelings for him that he didn't share. Japan was a sweet man, a wonderful man, but he was to clingy and not manly enough. Seriously. He wore women's underwear. (which Gilbert secretly loved to wear himself.) He tossed and turned a bit, eventually sticking a pillow between himself and Kiku as the man fell asleep. He didn't want to be clinged on tonight. Not by Japan, no, not by Japan.

The next morning, Gilbert was up bright and early. He had washed up and changed into another kimono and was now downstairs cooking a breakfast that could only be considered wonderful. It consisted of eggs, bacon, grits, ham, toast, brats, muffins, pancakes, waffles, and french toast. He seriously had gone all out and hoped to please Ludwig. The man had been up late last night because of him, and he wanted to give him a good morning start.

It was Italy that woke first to the smell of wonderful food. He jumpe out of bed and ran around to Germany's room, jumping on the man. "Ludwig! Someone's making food! I know it's not Japan 'cause it smells good!" He shook Germany. "Hurry before its all gone! I want some." He ran down the stairs and stared at the spread before him. "Holy mother of god!" Italy exclaimed and Prussia looked at him with slight disdain. "Good morning Feliciano." He said, clearly still thinking Italy was an enemy. "Good morning Gilbert. Sorry for acting mean. I'm going to make it up by taking you out shopping today. I was confused about what was going on. I thought you were trying to replace me." The smile that formed on Gilbert's face was well worth Italy's apology and he giggled. "I'm glad to see that reaction." Prussia made the little Italian a plate of food and he chirped with delight. "O my gosh! You sure can cook!" Japan came next, kissing Prussia's cheek in greeting. "Good morning little one." He chimed and Prussia simply smiled. "Good morning Japan. I hope you slept well." The eastern country nodded. "Very well. Thank you." He got his food and sat with Italy. Prussia called for Germany. "Ludwig! Come down this instant or I'll come up there and invade your vital regions!" he threatened.

Germany slept surprisingly well that night, the new realization that Prussia didn't have any feelings for Japan calming him greatly. He was also pleasantly surprised to wake up not to a cuddling Italy, no, but one jumping onto him. So he hadn't crept into his room last night. Although waking up suddenly in that manner wasn't the most pleasant, as he sat up groggily and rubbed the side of his face, he didn't mind all that much. Italy seemed to really have understood what he had said during their talk last night. Stretching out his arms to his sides, he then slipped out of his bed with a grin on his face at the idea of Prussia making them all breakfast. Prussia. Thinking of the country brought that warm feeling back to his chest, and he thought for a few moments of how he had behaved last night. Prussia had literally showed Germany almost all of himself, and the sight of seeing beer dribble down the other's chin was more than alluring to Germany. Had they not been interrupted, he fancied that he might've licked that off for him. Of course, he knew that that may only be some sort of sick daydream, since he would never have done so without thinking Gilbert would have liked that, but he would've liked to think that Prussia would've allowed- even enjoyed- that.

Ludwig hurriedly shook his head at himself as he entered the kitchen, trying to push back the slightly perverted thoughts lounging in his mind, but his attempt was of little use. As he saw Prussia standing there, preparing food, he felt a lump form in his throat. The lean, silver-haired male was indeed incredibly cute. Noticing that Japan's back was facing the two of them from the table, and Italy was too busy scarfing down food, Germany approached the other slyly as he was called for. "I might just have enjoyed that," he murmured very softly in reply to the threat as he walked into the kitchen with a grin and a hand rubbing the back of his head. At the same time, he turned to Prussia, pressing his chest gently to the other's back as he reached around him carefully- and purposefully somewhat sensually- to dish himself up some food. "Guten tag, spatzi (good morning, little sparrow)," he whispered at a level only Prussia could hear, lips almost against the other's ear. He then lingered there after he finished plating his food, drawing in a deep breath of the delicious-smelling breakfast before leaning forward slightly to nip the other's earlobe gently. "Smells delicious, Gilbert. Danke," he spoke softly, though louder than his 'good morning' had been, and backed ay from the other to casually walk to the table. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but he knew with Japan's coddling he would have to do something to show that he, too, had feelings for the other. He figured the best way to do this might also be behind Japan's back, for now, which was why he was so glad that the Asian country had had his back turned when Germany had walked into the kitchen.

He smirked as he heard what Germany said about the whole 'vital region' comment. "Then you should've stayed up there, because I wasn't kidding when I said I would." He froze as Ludwig became to close to be just 'friendly.' Prussia's face turned Scarlett at the comment made about him. He'd just been called little sparrow? He convinced himself that Germany was just being nice. But still, it made his heart flutter around in his chest. The nibble at his war made him gasped and then utter a soft moan of approval. "Ahh..." He tried to lean back for more, but Ludwig was already at the table, eating. Prussia finished his meal and then cleaned up the plates and pans and such, making the kitchen spotless. He couldn't stop thinking about that nibbling on his ear. It had felt so good and drawn such an embarrassing reaction from him. He decided he'd test Germany tonight and see exactly what Ludwig felt for him.

"Bye guys!" Italy yelled as he shoved Prussia out the door. They went to the nearest shop with nice clothes that Italy knew of. The place was cozy and had plenty to choose from. Prussia choose lots of cute outfits, some skimpy, some just nice. It was stuff that he hoped would impress Ludwig. The next store they went to was for lingerie and other kinky things. "Get whatever you want." Italy told him. The little country was rich and would pay for anything Gilbert selected. After grabbing some of the sexiest things he had ever seen, Prussia left. He and Italy had lunch, went for some more shopping, and came home around dark after supper. He had a room set up for him, and now had his own bed.

After everyone had gone to bed, Prussia for up, dressing in the thing he thought would catch the most of Germany's attention. He went back downstairs, making sound as he tripped himself. He wanted Ludwig to wake up and come downstairs. He grabbed a cold beer and laid on the couch the way he had just last night, only tonight there was no kimono. He had on a pair of navy blue short shorts and a navy blue bra, plus a hat that looked like a Nazi. He had a whip in one hand and drank his beer with the other. His shoes where high heeled, thigh high combat boots. If this didn't grab attention, nothing would.