Romano didn't have a lot of scars but he was proud of them. He felt like his grandfather was proud of him for defending his country enough to recieve them.

Prussia had a lot of scars. Far too many if one needed to count them. He didn't like to show them around. For him they weren't trophies or proof of his strength they had more of a deeper meaning that added to the awesome man he is today.

Most of his scars were on his back or upper legs. Most of them were deep but a few looked like cat scratches. Romano had never seen them either. They had known each other for years but had never seen each other naked and Prussia kinda wanted their first time to be special.
Maybe not all candle lights and rose petals but special enough.

However fate decided to not aid in that wish.

Prussia walked out of the luke warm shower one day a dark red towel was wrapped around his waist as he entered his bedroom ready to change. He went towards his window to get into his drawers for underwear and other articles of clothing when the towel dropped Prussia left it there deciding he didn't need it.

He heard his door creak open and before his mind could register to pick up the towel or turn around a voice yelled behind him.
"OH SHIT SORRY!"

Prussia turned around and saw his blushing boyfriend. He blushed but felt a joke thst came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

He placed his right hand on his hip leaning on his left side he said:
"Like what you see Lovi?"

Romano left the room amd shut the door leaving a laughing Prussian.

The incident wasn't brought up for another week untik the two were at the Southern Italians house watching an old French Romance film when Romano said:

"You have a lot of scars on your back."

The two nations were cuddiling
Romano was under his boyfriends neck.

Prussia laughed a little
"Yeah I guess I do."

"I really want to kiss them someday."

Prussia looked down at his lover.
"Really? Why?"

"Kisses make it better."

Prussia laughed a little and leaned down to kiss his lover on the lips, a quick kiss but it was a kiss.
"Anytime you want. Just tell me."

It was late at night and the two were sleeping in the same bed a few months later.
Both shirtless under the covers, all was peaceful until Prussia began screaming in his sleep.

Romano was alert immediately he held onto the Prussian whispering him to.

West Germany came down the stairs into the basement room to find his older brother slowly calming down he was no longer incoherently screaming things in old German and his shaking was stopping.

Prussia woke up panting seeing his lover holding him. Somehow it caused him to cry. He didn't cry because of Lovino but because he felt safe enough to cry.

Prussia laid on Lovinos chest listenjng to his heart saying nothing.
"Can I kiss your scars now?" Lovino asked.

Prussia was queit for a moment but nodded he rolled over off his boyfriend and back onto his pillow.

Romano began by the Prussians shoulder blade. He kissed that scar slowly.
He whispered things in German (yes he knew the language). Sweet nothings sort of things but they weren't nothings, they were just sweet truthful things.

Soon Prussia fell asleep he could still feel each kiss on his back as they went down his back. His boyfriends hands had been rubbing his arms getting into his hair stroking his scars his heart rate slowed down and his mind came back to him.

It was a good night