[fic] Introducing: Sailor Awesome!

[drcalvin]

Introducing: Sailor Awesome!

Pairing: Prussia/Germany
Rating: NC-17 (...)
Notes: This fic was born out of a discussion turned bet between myself and bittergreentea, centered on the burning question: What happens if you mix Germancest with Rammstein and Sailor Moon?
She drew the answer and thus, I had to face the challenge with fic. By the way, the adventures of Sailor Awesome continue in these pics.
Repost from meinbruder for the sake of completeness. Also been through a much-needed proofreading
Warning: It's an adult-rated Sailor Moon + Rammstein + Hetalia fanfic. Does it need any further warnings?

Disclaimer: I apologize deeply *bows* Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz. Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and the techno-ish German intro is probably owned by RTLII or someone, I dunno... Not me, at least! I hope I haven't offended anyone with this travesty.

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When America invited them to his Halloween party, Germany wasn't entirely certain he wanted to go. He always had so much to do at that time of the year. And he had to pick out costume too... Stressful.

"Don't be such a bore!" Prussia showed little understanding when he admitted that he didn't really feel up to a party. "You gotta live a little, West!"

"Yes, yes... but it's not fun to take part of a celebration if it only causes me stress."

"Awww, my poor hard-working little West!"

His brother tousled his hair, which always irritated Germany. There was a reason he used hair gel, after all!

"But don't worry!" Puffing himself up, Prussia grinned in a way Germany had learned to recognize as an immediate sign of danger. "You're awesome big brother will help you out! I'll fix the costumes, everything!"

"Absolute not!" Germany sputtered, immediately seeing horrible images of himself in dirndl's.

"Weee~eest, why won't you trust me?"

"Because you have no taste," Germany began, counting off his fingers, "your sense of humor is highly debatable and, admit it, we both know you love seeing me humiliated."

At the last word, Prussia's eyes nearly crossed while a splash of color rose off his cheeks. "Uhm... I..." Then he shook his head, giving Germany a firm strike on the shoulder. "Don't be like that, West! I promise, I'll pick something very somber and sophisticated for you!"

Looking down at the invitation in his hand, Germany considered. It might be nice to get away for a night, if only he dared to trust Prussia's choice in costume...

And it would apparently make his brother very happy, considering how fired up he already seemed to be over the whole thing.

"Look, I already think I got something for you!" Prussia said. "How about a smoking?"

"A smoking? But this is a costume party."

"Yeah, exactly," Prussia nodded and sketched the shape of a man in the air. "But it's part of the costume! Very snazzy - white tie, top hat and a mask! I bet everyone will recognize you too!"

I won't, Germany thought. Unless you want me to go as the Phantom of the Opera...
But rather than listening to his brother tease him for his lack of pop-cultural awareness again, he nodded. Whatever the source, it at least sounded like a respectable costume.

"AWESOME!" Cackling like a madman, Prussia ran off to get a measuring tape.

"Wait, brother! What about your costume?"

"No worries, I've got the perfect idea! We'll match!"

"Oh, well. In that case." Shrugging, Germany went back to his work and put the whole thing out of his mind.

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When the tuxedo was delivered two days before the party, Germany had almost completely forgotten about the masquerade. Prussia had also received a package, all the way from Japan. As soon as he got it, he'd taken off for his room at Mach-3 speed, yelling at Germany that he wasn't allowed to peek.

Now, a few hours before they had to leave, Germany decided that he had better try out his costume. Better give himself some extra time in case it needed minor adjustments around the sleeves. Luckily, he had always been handy with a needle and thread.

As Prussia had promised, the suit was very somber and dramatic. Black tuxedo, a long cape with red lining and even a shiny cane. Only the mask surprised him. It was not the half-face mask of the Phantom, but looked more like a pair of pointy glasses.

Holding it up in front of his eyes, Germany frowned at himself in the mirror. "This is kind of familiar," he mumbled. "But from where?"
Ah well, if he hadn't figured it out by the time they had to go, Prussia would probably be happy to remind him. Even if asking about the costume meant enduring his teasing.

With quick, efficient motions Germany stripped, making sure to fold the clothes as he removed them. He was down to his underwear, when the bedroom door suddenly slammed open and an oddly familiar fanfare began playing.

"Ah-HA! Don't think you can escape me, foul creature of uncoolness!"

Squinting against the strong glare of light - why was the extra lamp from his garage here? - Germany could just make out an eerily familiar silhouette standing in the door.

"What?"

"Ahahaha! For love, truth and my overwhelming coolness! Behold Sailor Awesome!"

"WHAT?"

Before Germany could do anything, the silhouette moved and he found himself tackled to the floor.

Finally, he realized why that bloody costume so familiar! Memories of Prussia, for once getting up early, just to watch that bloody cartoon. Masses of comics, posters and pink plastic junk that Prussia had first tried to hide. Until he gleefully decided to spread them out all over Germany's possessions, once he realized that embarrassed his brother much more...

"Oh my god! You're Sailor Moon!"

"Hold your tongue, cur," Prussia sneered and held out a pink, glittery collar with an even pinker leash. Where he'd got it, Germany had no idea, though he could guarantee that the abomination had never come close to any of his dogs!

"I'm Sailor Awesome, and you'd better remember that!"

"Have you utterly lost your mind!"

He couldn't help but stare in horrified fascination at Prussia and what he was wearing... The blue mini-skirt was bad enough, but coupled with the knee-high boots in red patent leather? Not to mention the red choker with it's little plastic moon and - of course, yes, he wore the blue-and-white trimmed sailor collar.
Pushing himself up to his elbows, Germany's gaze continued to wander over Prussia, perversely fascinated by the getup.

Lucky for his sanity, Prussia had opted to forgo the traditional leotard - but not, Germany realized when his brother leaned closer - the little hair clips. Or the pink lip gloss. A weird heath sparkled in his stomach, when he realized that Prussia had actually glued shiny little moon stickers over his nipples. Slowly, Germany felt his face beginning to turn crimson.

Blue-gloved hands stroked his face with odd gentleness. In the next moment he heard a 'snap', as that ridiculous collar fasten around his throat.

"You're bloody insane," Germany whispered, unable to move away. "Utterly, completely mad."

"It's all your fault," Prussia whispered. "See, you really aren't allowed to look so cute when you blush, West..."
His tongue nervously danced along his nether lip. Seeing that one little motion, Germany suddenly realized that beneath the bluster Prussia was scared out of his tacky boots.

"Don't," he whispered, not wanting to lose the sight of Prussia's lips looking so unusually soft and welcoming.

You shouldn't, Germany's little voice of sanity whispered. You really, really shouldn't. Yet, he couldn't help it, the pink lips fascinating him more and more.
"Is that - strawberry scented?"

Now it was Prussia's turn to blush slightly, but he nodded and seemed to take strength from this encouragement. Slowly, the nervousness transformed into wicked delight. When Prussia pulled at the leash attached to Germany's collar, his smile grew even wider, as Germany neither protested nor tried to escape.

"Sooo, West... prepared to take your punishment?"

"What did I do?" Germany asked, feelings wavering between amusement, horror and a growing arousal.

"For one thing, you failed to recognize one of the icons of anime in your country! For shame, West, how can you not know Tuxedo Mask when you see his costume?"

"Sorr- Eep!"

Yanking the leash up, Prussia's pressed his sticky lips against Germany's. There were a few moments of awkwardness, when Prussia's nose bumped into his and the whole thing mostly felt slimy and weird. Not to mention how odd the faux-strawberry scent was from this close a proximity.

Then Prussia opened his legs wider, settling his weight fully on Germany's stomach. He twisted his hand, shortening the leash until the collar becoming a firm pressure against Germany's neck, forcing him to hold still.

Hardly aware of what he was doing, Germany's mouth slid open and suddenly, Prussia's tongue was there, teasing him, tasting and opening. One of them made a sound, a bare whimper of desire. Then Prussia grabbed him by the back of the head, fingers tangling in his hair and they were doing it properly, exchanging deep arousing kisses.

"Whoa..." Once he finally released him, Prussia sat back on his heels a little, though his hand remained buried in Germany's hair.

Any possible comment Germany might have had flew out of his head the moment he noticed the arousal tenting Prussia's miniscule skirt. He shivered, the realization of what was coming only now properly entering his mind. Still, the foremost feeling remained fascination.

Carefully, Germany reached out a hand, freezing just before he actually touched his brother's erection.

"Don't be a wuss, West." Prussia's grin was wide and entirely self-satisfied again, when he stood up in one smooth motion.

Some kind of noise escaped Germany then. He reached for the fluttering skirt before embarrassment overtook him and he yanked his hand back, cheeks burning bright.

"West..." Prussia's voice should not be able to sound so calm and comforting when he was standing around in a bloody skirt that was so short, he practically flashed something just by standing.
"Don't worry so, West, it's just." Prussia shrugged and tugged on the leash until Germany had to sit up straight. "It's all fun, yeah? If you wanna play, why not play?"

"But we- And you're dressed-"

"Yep!" Holding his hand up in a familiar V-pose above his head, Prussia beamed at him. "I'm dressed up as the coolest girl heroine ever! And if she wasn't a closet dom with all those little 'I'll punish you' speeches, I'm a potato and that's god's truth."

Lifting a leg, allowing Germany a tantalizing glimpse of what looked like white panties, Prussia put his boot on Germany's shoulder. The slightly raised heel dug into his flesh with a tingling mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Now, West," Prussia purred and looked him over, appearing far too intimidating for a man in a mini-skirt and sailor collar. "Like I said when I made my fabulous entrance... I'm here to punish you. Do you surrender to my utter awesomeness?"

The words stuck in Germany's throat for a moment. Perhaps sensing his hesitation, Prussia carefully put a hand between his legs, softly squeezing his barely-hidden arousal. Then he winked at Germany and flipped the skirt up.

He was wearing panties. White ones, with pink hearts on. And they did absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his very eager cock, the thin fabric straining uselessly around his erection.

Sheer hunger flooded Germany and he found himself nodding wordlessly. Oh yes, he was surrendering, completely and utterly.

"Perfect... Got any lube?" Prussia purred. "Ah, under the bed?" Somehow, he had managed to interpret Germany's half-chocked mutter and vague gesture correctly.

Pulling meaningfully on the leash, Prussia sashayed towards the bed, the plaits of the skirt swiveling nicely around his ass when he turned.

Utterly mortified, and so aroused he thought he might faint, Germany turned and began to rise.

"Ah-ah," Prussia said, stopping him with the forbidding wag of a finger. "I think we both know where you belong right now, hmm, West?"

He swallowed and nodded, sinking back onto his heels again. The first movement was almost unbearably difficult, but once Germany began following Prussia on his hands and knees, the rightness of it settled over him like a comforting blanket.

"Don't worry so," Prussia said, once again seeming to have read his thoughts. "Just go with the flow, for once."

"I'm not very good at that," Germany admitted, having to avert his eyes when Prussia bent over to drag out the little box marked 'Top Secret' from beneath Germany's bed.

"So? Just obey my awesomeness and it'll all fall in place."

"I'll try," Germany whispered, and found himself rewarded with another intense kiss from Prussia.

"On the bed," came the order. Germany began to get onto the bed, only to find himself unable to move when Prussia's hand snaked around his waist, to fondle his cock.

"Well, well, what do we have here..."

"You can't-" Germany bit off the words, instead concentrating on crawling onto the bed properly.

Prussia's hands slowly worked his boxers down, then continued to explore his sex until Germany was almost panting with arousal. He felt utterly humiliated, standing on all fours on the bed, Prussia behind him thinking god only knew what about his submissiveness.
His underwear bunched uncomfortably around his knees. A large part of Germany would rather hide beneath the bed then continue to experience this kind of humiliation. Paradoxically enough, it was just these attacks on his dignity that made the experience all the more arousing and so he remained where he was, letting Prussia make the decisions for him.

Giving him a light smack on the ass, Prussia told him to turn over. Once Germany was lying prone on his back, Prussia took a moment to pose above him, preening and showing off his costume.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I think I forgot an important part. Gotta have the complete speech..." Clearing his throat, Prussia moved his hand in a pattern that Germany was almost too embarrassed to admit he still recognized.
"The overwhelmingly cool sailor-suited warrior is here! I fight for..." he hesitated for a moment, then grinned and continued. "Love, porn and potatoes! I am Sailor Awesome and in the name of Old Fritz, I will punish you!"

Even the ridiculousness of the scene wasn't enough to make Germany lose interest. It certainly helped that Prussia seemed to almost glow with pleasure at finally having his complete and utter attention. When he a moment later began fondling himself through the skirt, the little stickers on his chest catching the light in an occasional twinkle, the getup began to seem much less silly.

"Oh, please," Germany whispered, as Prussia released a small moan and began stroking himself with increasing speed. Germany knew that he wanted, needed to touch, but felt himself unable to move without permission.

"Hmm? What's that, West?" Prussia crawled up his body, until he was sitting on Germany's chest. "Feeling a bit hungry, are we?"

"Yes," he gasped out, realizing that this was exactly what he felt.

Prussia lifted his skirt daintily, showing his indecently covered arousal into Germany's face. "I think you can figure out what to do then," he began, only to nearly fall over when Germany pressed his face against his crotch, breathing out wetly.

"Fucking shit, West!" One hand found its place in his hair again and Prussia thrust against his face, releasing a hiss of pleasure when Germany opened his mouth. The cotton tasted funny, but the musk of Prussia's arousal, the warm weight of his sex against Germany's tongue, more than made up for that.

"Just gerrem off," Prussia huffed, when Germany tried to pull down the panties without damaging them. "Hurry up!"

Happy to obey, Germany easily tore away the cotton, entirely revealing Prussia's cock.

The soft, round head of butted against Germany's cheek and he allowed himself to just enjoy the anticipation for a moment, before Prussia's demanding hand closed around his cheek. Fingers pressed against his cheekbone with near-bruising force and the signal was unmistakably clear - open up.
He glanced up and saw the half-stunned look of desire on Prussia's face. The crimson eyes seemed to glow with hunger for him and in that moment, it became the most natural thing in the world to open his mouth and swallow that eagerly waiting cock.

"Fuuuck, West!"

The skirt fell over his face, hiding Prussia completely from his sight. But it also trapped all the enticing scents just over Germany's face, so that his world narrowed down to nothing but the taste of Prussia's firm erection inside his mouth. The obscenely fleshy sounds as he moved, the feel of his cock overwhelming. It was almost too much for Germany to take in without gagging. At the same time, it all felt so right: To have Prussia fuck his mouth with abandon, his voice rising, demanding and praising, while his hips snapped forward ever faster.

Just as Germany thought the other was about to come, judging by the way his entire body was tightening while his cock swelled even further, Prussia pulled back.

"No," Germany said, surprised at how raspy his voice had become but not giving a whit. "Please, want to taste you!"

"Hnng, West, shaddup a minute," Prussia said, pressing down on his swollen arousal with the palm of his hand. Finally seeming to have regained some control over himself, he shook his head. "You are way, wayyy to hot as a sub," he admitted, awkwardly patting Germany on the cheek.

Still not ready to give up on the tempting image of Prussia losing himself in Germany's mouth, he turned his head slightly, licking and nipping the fingers.

"Whoa, down boy," Prussia said, though he refrained from moving his hand. "We can do that later, but I wanna fuck you. I mean-" he gave him a look almost burning in intensity, and Germany felt something inside melt utterly at the glimpse of the desire visible in that gaze.
"I have to take you, West," Prussia admitted, his hand finding a grip around Germany's throat. "I fucking want to own you, I want to see you crying and begging and- Oh, West." His eyes slid closed and something almost like rapture seemed to bloom in his face. "West, I want to feel you come when I'm buried in your ass so much it hurts."

What could he reply to that? Germany released Prussia's fingers with his mouth, raising his own arms to rest submissively against the headboard. He was rewarded with a breathless gasp of pleasure before Prussia opened his little box and began rooting through Germany's most secret toys.

Not even the sight of Prussia grinning and measuring his favorite dildo against himself could embarrass Germany enough to care, not right now. When Prussia made a surprised, but pleased face before snapping a pair of nipple clamps on him, Germany only twisted beneath the wicked little pinches. He strained to lift his hips towards Prussia, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears.

Then, fingers glistening with lube and eyes filled with incredible warmth, Prussia spread his legs, preparing to open Germany. He had to grab the headboard to remain still as the first finger breached him, feeling himself slowly coming undone by pleasure.

"Hey West, who do you belong to?" Prussia's voice was loud and sharp, as if he had repeated himself once already. Slowly, it dawned on Germany that he may be expected to answer that.

But the collar around his neck was pulled tight. Prussia was teasing him open, alternatively playing with his wicked fingers just at the edge of Germany's hole, before then switching it up to push several fingers inside, firm and unyielding in his demands.

How could he answer, when his words had long ago dried up? So, Germany tried to show with his body, whose toy he was happy to be.

He moved his hands from the headboard, grasping his own legs. Pulled back, first the one and then the other, pulling his knees back until he was rewarded with Prussia's open-mouthed look of overwhelmed joy.

"Mine," Prussia growled, eagerly helping Germany bend almost double, "oh fuck, West, I'll never let you fucking go!"

When his cock pressed itself inside Germany, it felt as if all the suppressed pleas and whimpers escaped at once and he threw his head back, howling out in pleasure. Prussia almost matched him in volume, with possessive, praising words falling out like an endless prayer. Faster and louder, the words matched the rising pace Prussia set. He fucked Germany with deep, powerful strokes, until it felt as if he was about to be split in two from the pleasure of it all.

Prussia was above him, inside him, filling him to the brim. With his weight pressing Germany's legs down, apart, he could let go of them, arms winding around Prussia's shoulders, trying to hold him there and pull him closer.

But Prussia couldn't be held right now, he moved like a man possessed, growling and swearing above Germany. The only point of stability between them, the only concrete thing in Germany's speedily dissolving reality was the tight leash and the collar.

It anchored them both, Germany feeling the demanding pressure around his throat driving him on, while Prussia's iron-solid grip on the leash made his ownership undeniably clear.

"Fuck, West," he groaned above him, thrusting into Germany as if he was trying to bury himself there forever, "lemme see you."

Prussia's face was still so hungry, so demanding. In this moment, Germany would have done anything he was asked to. He gladly stopped trying to hold on and abandoned himself before those demanding eyes. His voice rising in a wavering shout of utter pleasure, Germany felt as if Prussia had tied a leash around the very center of his being. Every stroke of Prussia's cock was pushing him further away from the brink of sanity, until his body shook and he came, white mess dribbling down on his stomach.

Prussia kept moving inside him, riding out Germany's orgasm completely. Only when Germany lay panting, completely exhausted beneath him, did Prussia growl and change the angle, spearing Germany even deeper than before. His fingers were digging into Germany's thighs until they were sure to leave angry red lines and with a sob of pleasure, he buried himself inside one last time, coming in an orgasm that seemed to almost shake him apart.

They didn't speak for a long while after that. Prussia collapsed in a sweaty heap on Germany, who was more than content to lie there, enjoying the pleasant burn in his ass and the warm nearness of Prussia.

"'bout that party," Prussia finally muttered, lifting his head slightly.

"You're not wearing this costume out of the house," Germany immediately said, arms tightening possessively around Prussia's body.

"Eh, what? No, wasn't planning to. Bought the princess dress version too. But if you'd rather..." his voice trailed off as his smile deepened.
"I just mean... If, hypothetically, say our car broke down. We'd have to leave our regrets. In that case, do you think Sailor Awesome could spend some time 'saving' his poor, brainwashed Tuxedo Mask from the clutches of the evil queen?"

Oh.

"Well, that depends," Germany drawled, "entirely on whether Sailor Awesome has what it takes to punish an evil, brainwashed prince."

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"This is all your fault," Friedrich told Germania, trying to ignore the way his ethereal body was blushing.

"My fault?" Germania's deep voice was most decidedly not amused. "I'm not the one who raised that little hellion - look at how he's corrupting even my most serious grandson!"

"I didn't raise him," Friedrich protested, "and by the time he came to me, it was far too late to give him a proper appreciation of culture. Though I certainly tried... Oh, my Prussia, I know you love me, but to hear you invoke my name in connection to that." He winced and lifted a handkerchief to hide his face. "If only you had not inherited a taste for such barbaric German fashion, perhaps you would at least have been attracted to more cultured perversions."

"Oh come on," Rome piped up from the cloud next to them. "You're being too harsh on the boys! I think it's sweet!"

"Sweet?" Germania lifted an eyebrow. "Incest and sodomy?"

"Horrible speeches and unfashionable boots?" Friedrich added.

Rome laughed them off. "So what? Boys will be boys. At least they're playing nicely together for once!"

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ps. The sparklies are totally part of the title, btw ;P