Axis-Powers-Fatalia

It’d been a while since Lovino had moved to America, and for the most part it’d been fine. His housemate Alfred was loud, but he wasn’t completely obnoxious, and he’d managed to get a job at a local restaurant too, so money wasn’t too much of a problem either. Being the head-chef had its perks, and he did get a lot of free meals. As well as that, he was far away from his annoying little brother, so he could focus more on what he wanted to do without that whining brat complaining at him. Yeah. Things were good. Well- mostly good that was. His pants were refusing to close, and that was a problem. They’d fit

A few days into the new routine, Prussia found himself lasting longer, able to eat more before giving up and handing the reins to Russia. This night, as Russia was feeding him and rubbing his stomach, he received a sharp pinch to the side and a “Gilbert, look at this!” Groggily, Prussia opened his eyes and looked. In his hand Russia had a handful of fat, attached to Prussia’s side. “Get up, take off your shirt, I want to see!” Prussia felt that Russia was acting unnecessarily giddy. “I’m sleeping, go away.” “No, you can’t sleep until you finish all your dessert, and you didn̵

"How is he?" Emil asked Berwald when he came out of Lukas's bedroom. After the cookie binge and milk chugging incident, Emil had fetched Berwald, since he was kind of the mama hen of the house. The Swede carried their bloated big brother to his room and lied him on his bed. Lukas whined and groaned softly. He must have a very nasty tummy ache. Berwald gently rubbed his over stuffed belly. He could feel and hear the gurgle of the acid trying to digest the sudden intake of food. Berwald got a curious reaction. "Hnnnnn ~ "Lukas cooed softly, a soft blush tickling his cheek. Berwald blinked and was about to rub again his stomach, but Emil and

"You can say whatever you want. You are clearly in denial." Emil deadpanned. After the gym incident, Lukas was just convinced that his brother would just make fun of him as a revenge for always being constantly on his back. No way in hell he was getting fat was he? His mind was just playing tricks, the scale must be broken and his clothes....Well his clothes must have shrunk in the wash, that's all. Speaking of which, he was running out of clothes that fit him. "Rggngnnnnrgngnnn....Mrrrnnngfff..." Lukas was fighting with his favorite jeans. Matthias had proposed him to spend some "brotherly quality time" at the mall. But Lukas was absolu

"You know what you are doing is pretty useless, right?" Emil said flatly It had been a few days since the "fat" comment about Lukas's nasty habit of gobbling down raw butter. Lukas had decided to work out the extra weight by going to gym with his brother. "I....*pant*...I don't see...*pant*...what do...*pant*...you mean...*huff..." Lukas huffed and puffed over a treadmil. "Don't play dumb with me Lukas." Emil hissed, not even wheezing. "As soon as we will back home, you will get a "snack", pretending you need to recharge your battery. Unless you want to try a new recipe?" Yes. Lukas said he will work out the extra weight. If only he didn

"You know, Lukas, by always eating so much butter you will have BIG problems later." Emil quipped as his norwegian brother was eating his third stick of butter and tried once again to making say "big brother". "My weight is very fine, thank you." Lukas deadpanned, finishing the butter "Unless you want to end up like Tino." Emil said. A few years ago their Finnish cousin went in a trip to Canada. He found an adorable man named Matthew. Who was also a very good cook. When Tino came back in Europe for visiting his family,the other Nordics didn't expect a massive 400 + lbs Finnish plush ball instead of the pudgy man he was before. He used to be

((Oh hey, another WG thing. That’s pretty much all this is. If, if it isn’t quite to your tastes, you can kindly navigate away and we won’t tell anyone this ever happened. There’s no need to tell me how terrible a person I am or how screwed up I must be. I know.)) Russia woke up groggy and still kind of full. But it was morning, and morning meant breakfast. He showered, found a shirt and pants that went on with little difficulty (he only had to suck in his stomach to button them as opposed to awkwardly shuffling and rolling around on his bed), grabbed a bottle of German-made beer (he'd found it a few weeks ago in his