[fic] To love, to hold, to fuck things up 3/4

[drcalvin]

Title: To love, to hold, to fuck things up
Author: drcalvin
Pairing: Italy/Germany/Prussia
Rating: R to NC-17. Basically, this chapter is all sex
Warnings: Threesome, incest
Notes: Written for the kink meme ages ago, finally proofed and re-written a lot.
Length: Roughly 24 000 words split over three chapters, plus epilogue.
Comments & concrit: Yes please, very welcome!
Thanks to: arnold_grove and strawberryburst!
Previous part: Here you can read chapter 1 and chapter 2.
Note: Sorry for the delay with this chapter. Illness kicked me in the ass and then came exam period. Also, I forgot that I had the epilogue in a separate document, so there'll be one more post of "To love..." soon!

Summary: When Italy realizes two important facts: (1) good things only come to those that dare grab them and (2) Prussia wants the same thing he does - namely Germany - the pair of them embark on the epic journey to make their love known.

To love, to hold, to fuck things up : Chapter 3

It took some heated debate between them, before they finally reached a bedroom. The discussion began when Germany wanted the handcuffs removed. This suggestion Prussia and Italy vetoed with a resounding no. As a compromise, Italy suggested that they might let only Prussia go, since he was less likely to run away. After Germany scoffed that he wasn't the type to run from anything - which earned him a pair of pitying looks - he continued to protesting the idea as unfair, unjust and simply not happening!

While Germany might have taken enough leave of his senses to let Italy bind him, he wasn't stupid enough to allow his brother free reign as well. Prussia pouted a little, but was unwilling to back down from the chance to enjoy West in bondage, even if it cost him his freedom too.

In the end, both the German brothers stayed cuffed. Italy, armed with a kitchen knife, removed Prussia's shirt and helped him with the belt. They left his trousers on, since Prussia complained it was cold, and couldn't they just hurry up and fuck already?

This caused another discussion, this time regarding a few broken windows. It might have escalated into a new fight, if not for the little matter of both combatants being handcuffed and unable to defend themselves.

Finally, Italy forced some (luke-warm) cocoa into their mouths. While Germany sputtered and Prussia tried to lick a drop off his nose, he threatened to gag them both unless they finally got going.

Germany's bedroom was on the bottom floor but, alas, inaccessible due to hazardous knocking. Since even Prussia admitted that it would be hard to fit three people in his bed, not to mention navigate the souvenir-filled obstacle course that was the floor, that left the guest rooms upstairs. Which at least meant they were guaranteed to be free of mysteriously appearing glass shards.

Goal thus determined, Italy climbed onto German's back. From this elevated seat, he told his new underlings that as Italy was the only one with his hands free, he was going to top tonight! And now, would his trusty German steed please head to the bedroom before he got frostbite on his vital regions?

"You mean your stomach?" Prussia grinned.

"Beeh!" Italy answered, poking his tongue out at Prussia. He pulled at Germany's hair as if it was the very short reins of a very embarrassed horse. "You're both captives of the mighty Italy tonight, so no talking back! Or I'll withhold the pasta."

"Oh, the horror."

"And the olive oil!" Italy waved the bottle of improvised lubrication imperiously. This threat got even Prussia to shut up.

Germany was blushing furiously at having to walk nude through the house - with the curtains open, no less! Still, after a token protest at the indignity of it all, he told Italy to keep a tight hold and please, stay still, while they used the stairs. The sooner they got this part over with, the better...

The trio survived the stairs themselves without mishap, but only Italy's quick grab of a pair of decorative antlers saved them from a painful tumble when they passed the balcony door.

The all glass balcony door. Beyond which was a wrought-iron balcony fence. And, as it happened, this particular balcony faced the home of Germany's elderly neighbours. Who were just sitting down to enjoy their late-afternoon coffee and cake when the mostly nude procession passed said balcony door.

Italy waved, Prussia called out a loud Halloooo! and Germany almost broke his neck trying to run, duck and cover himself at the same time.

"Good thing Germany builds his home so solid!" Italy chirped once everyone had regained their balance. He patted Germany's hair in consolation. "Ve, your neighbours are so old, they probably have really bad eyesight!"

"Unfortunately that's not the only thing solid here," Prussia said and shook his head. "Jeez, West. You're really determined to die a virgin, aren't you?"

Germany was too mortified to answer. God, the man was a former ambassador! This would be all over Europe by tomorrow!

Not even Italy gently petting his hair could make him repress that picture. He half-ran towards to bedroom, face burning and shoulders hunched as much as possible, while the other nation clung to him.

Once they reached the first guest room, Germany dove onto bed and tried to crawl under the covers. A not completely successful endeavour, due to his strict bed-making practices, but enthusiastic enough that he shook Italy off.

"Oof! Careful, Germany!"

Still, burying down in bed was a really good idea, Italy thought. He loved to snuggle and as soon as he'd helped poor Prussia with those jeans, they could all get warm beneath the covers.

"Shit! They saw us!" Germany moaned. He was hunched half-kneeling on the bed, trying to protect his private parts from any further prying eyes.

This, in Italy's opinion, kind of defeated the whole purpose of their coming there, but he could let Germany mope for a little while. A very short little while.

"Wouldn't have happened if we'd done it on the kitchen table. Like I suggested," Prussia said and flopped down on his stomach beside them.

"How am I supposed to show my face at the next EU meeting?"

"Don't let them know Italy was topping?" Prussia suggested. "By the way, Italy..." he rolled over and motioned with his head to the fly of his jeans. Italy bent closer and looked the many buttons curiously. Prussia had never really become comfortable with zippers and happily embraced any fashion that allowed him to avoid them. Since Italy usually preferred comfortable, practical clothes (when he remembered to wear clothes at all) the concept of button-up jeans was new.

"In fact, I wouldn't mind getting to know your sweet little ass closer tonight," Prussia continued and rolled his hips suggestively. "Na, what do you think? I'll make it feel awesome for you, cutie!"

"No!" Italy said. Aha, that was how you was supposed to pry open all the buttons without squishing your fingers? Tricky.
"I want to, ve!"

Oho, what was this? Prussia apparently didn't much believe in underwear either.

"And Germany and Prussia are even worse at romance than I am at war," he continued, trying to sound stern. "I'm not letting either of you near my butt until you have both been trough some proper Italian love-training!"

While Prussia roared with laughter, Germany whimpered something about how he always knew his sins would come back to haunt him, but did they have really to do it by the way of Italians?

Finally they managed to get rid of the last items of clothing. Loudly encouraged by Prussia, Italy prepared the bed and uncapped the olive oil, letting it wait on the nightstand for now. Then he took a moment to take a good leisurely look at his soon-to-be lovers.

Germany was like a delicious ripe tomato with his face all red like that. It made Italy want to taste him all over and see if he couldn't tease that partially erect cock all the way. Hopefully make 'it' blush, too. Perhaps Italy would finally be able to get his friend to cut loose! All he wanted was to see Germany to enjoy himself, without stressing over the consequences!

Prussia was a paler, slightly wirier version of his brother. He seemed eager, easily met Italy's gaze and seemed to challenge him to come up with something fun, and fast! But beneath the devil-may-care attitude, he too was tense.
Italy wondered how it felt to make love - or was it always only fucking? - over and over again. Hundreds of years, never once completely trusting your partners... perhaps it was no wonder, that Prussia claimed to prefer loneliness these days.

Well. Italy rubbed his hands in anticipation before pulling up the covers around them all. He had time to spare and would happily spend the next hundred years teaching them both what loving someone meant. For once, Italy had not backed down from the challenge that faced him. And now, he very much looked forward to reap his rewards.

When Italy lay down besides Germany and began to gently pet him, Germany thought he must have died and gone to heaven. As he felt Prussia move in behind him, and how he was rapidly growing harder against Germany's backside, he realized that this was a mistaken assumption.

They were still alive, but heading straight for hell.

Soon, the other two nations had pushed Germany onto his back and were using his helpless state to the fullest. With his hands bound beneath him, he couldn't help but arch up, offering his nipples and throat to Italy's curious tongue.

Italy thought he might swoon at the sight, and giggled nervously to cover for it. Then, when realizing that Germany was really allowing him to do what he wanted with his bound body, Italy eagerly attacked. He felt like a man starved for decades, suddenly now presented with all his favourite delicacies.

"Please," Germany whispered, squirming restlessly.

"What do you want me to do?" Italy murmured. The face that often looked so silly and confused was both kind and, somehow, seemed more mature now. Such a radiant gentleness scared and aroused Germany more than he cared to consider.

"Anything," he admitted, "just touch me more. I don't... Anything is good."

The kiss they shared then was different from any before, though there had already been a great many between them. More than Germany could have imagined, that fateful day when he found his "tomato fairy" in a box.

Italy's tongue pushed gently, insistently, against his lips. When Germany opened his mouth, the other nation took a careful hold of his face and showed him just why Italians were so adored by women. He did not merely kiss, he made love to Germany mouth-to-mouth, every stroke of his tongue a caress and a joy.

Where they touched, Italy's soft warmth stroking against his teeth and lips, Germany thought he would catch fire. Italy teased Germany's tongue until he just had to push back and follow. Somehow he found that he was the one exploring Italy's mouth. It was all so odd and new and wonderful that Germany was soon trembling beneath him, straining in his bonds and silently begging for more kisses.

Prussia had spent a few moments simply admiring the pair. Basking in their shared pleasure, he had been happy to enjoy the show of sweet Italy stunning his brother with such easy touches. Now, feeling drawn to the growing heath between them, Prussia moved closer. With his hands useless, he had to resort to other means to gather their attention. For once, not even Prussia felt like screaming and demanding the spotlight. Instead, displaying a rare gentleness, he touched them with his lips, just nudging them really - on a cheek, a brow, an ear - wherever he could reach without disturbing their kiss.

Once Italy turned towards him, he eagerly captured the smaller nation's mouth, taking a kiss he had come to consider more and more often during their weeks of plotting. So soft, so warm...

Finally, Prussia tore himself away, to look down and meet Germany's adorably confused gaze. The spike of hunger that hit him then... It must have been visible on his face, because West swallowed and arched just a little bit more beneath them.

He wished that he'd had a camera set up right not, to save this image for his most secret diaries. While Prussia knelt above Germany's left leg, Italy had plastered himself to his other side, and he thought they must make a lovely study in contrasts, all three of them.

But what made Prussia ache to keep this memory forever, even if only on a frozen photo, was the look of West so bound between them. Despite his little brother's deep blush and slightly panicked eyes, he still cut an impressive figure, especially when lying next to the smaller Italian. Firm muscles, hard lines, such a disciplined body!
Next to him, lovely in his own way, but so much more approachable were Italy's soft curves and easy temperament. That silent strength made Prussia's stomach tighten with desire, the knowledge that West had given them permission to bind him and play with him.

Although of course, Prussia too had abandoned his freedom to kind Italy, whose smile was so inviting, embracing even an old bastard like him...

Spreading his legs slightly, he sank down a bit more, until his dick just brushed against Germany's. And if that didn't make West twitch! This in turn had Prussia grinning evilly and he quickly shifted the angle, so that the tip of his cock rested on the firm stomach below him, then took a moment to simply preen at what was (finally!) coming.

"Can I, West?" Prussia asked, when his desire overrode even the pleasure of basking in superiority. "Come on, can I?"

Uncertain that his voice would work properly, Germany only nodded and opened his mouth. That he unconsciously stretched towards the other man did not go unnoticed by either of his partners, though Italy wisely kept silent. And Prussia was soon quite busy with something else.

This time, there was no careful coaxing between them, but only Prussia's chapped lips crushing Germany's with demanding pressure, matched by the insistent hardness further down.

If Italy was gentle and warm, a lazy day by the Mediterranean, Prussia was intense, laying claim to mouth and lips as if he wanted to conquer every breath that escaped from Germany.

Then Germany's two lovers moved, switching their positions again. This time Italy's kisses were broken up by small endearments spoken in a haphazard mix of German and Italian.
He rubbed his nose in Germany's hair, drawing in deep breaths and licked his lips softly.

"Mmm, Germany tastes better than anything I've ever cooked," Italy mumbled, before moving in for another deep kiss.

With Italy wriggling ever closer and Prussia rubbing himself suggestively against Germany's leg, he could quite clearly feel their arousals pushing against him in a most interesting way.
But except for an occasional nudge, such as when Italy slid down to throw his arms around Germany and loudly proclaim his love, or when Prussia moved up again and for a few too-too short moments pressed a leg against his cock, none of his lovers touched Germany there. What began as an interestingly tense feeling soon grew into pure frustration.

"Can't you, ah!"
His words were swallowed by Prussia's kiss. The small wound on his brother's lip came open and Germany shivered. Then the older nation was biting at his lip slowly, the small tinge of pain in midst of all the softness sending fresh sparks of excitement through him. All the while his wide-open eyes stared at him with such hunger, as if they wanted to devour Germany whole.

"Ohh, I think it's feeling lonely!" Italy tickled Germany's belly-button, then followed the trail of blond fuzz down to the curls around his sex. However, he carefully avoided actually touching Germany's cock, refusing to give him much needed relief.

"Yes," Germany said and tried to lift his hips towards that lovely hand, but with the two bodies weighing him down, he was effectively pinned. "Please!"

"Hmm," Prussia said and attacked Germany's ear with sharp teeth and an unsettlingly arousing voice. "You really haven't fucked anyone before, have you, West?"

"N- no." Germany bit his lip as soon as the admission slipped out. This - touching, feeling the two of them around him - it was almost painfully good. But it was also quite overwhelming and he wasn't certain he could deal with his brother's usual brand of barbed comments right now.

To his surprise, Prussia only chuckled against his ear, before he kissed him fiercely again.

"Hush, West," he whispered. "That's not what this is about... Hell, I even took lessons for your sake!"

"Lessons?"

Ignoring him, Prussia turned towards Italy. "Think I'll take the edge off for West, eh? The upper half is all yours. But it'd be awesome if you gave me a hand!"

"Ve!" Italy thrilled and climbed up to sit on Germany's chest. Meanwhile Prussia began the complicated process of moving off his brother and down the bed without kneeing anyone in any vital regions or falling off the bed. That the blanket had tangled around one of his legs, or that Italy was wiggling his cute little ass distractingly close to West's cock did not help the proceedings run smoother.

The blanked had mostly been pushed off Germany, what with the two nations climbing all over him. Once Prussia wasn't kneeling on it any longer, Italy grabbed a corner and draped the blanked over his shoulders, making a haphazard mantle.

"Don't like to be cold," Italy smiled down at Germany. Then, with a teasing twinkle in his eyes, he began twirling the eternally renegade hair-curl around a finger while speaking in an increasingly breathless voice.

"I thiiiink Germany has suspected what my hair is for before, hasn't he? Ve, 's very fun to play with..." Italy closed his eyes and slowly began to stroke his cock with his other hand.
"But I think it will be even more fun to have Germany play with it!" The improvised mantle slipped off as quickly as it had been made.

To Germany's fascinated eyes, the blanket folding Italy looked like a cloud, a perfect image for how unreachable he had seen for years... except now he was here, in Germany's bed. And oh, how he ached to finally touch all that sunkissed flesh!

Italy hummed in pleasure when he opened his eyes and found Germany completely entranced by the sight of his hand, chewed nails and all, playing with Italy's nipples.

"Remember, mmh, this little forest? Where I convinced you to play football instead of going to that meeting?" Italy asked, while his fingers wandered downwards.

"Or the time..." Now his hand danced around his stomach, creeping steadily lover and inevitably dragging Germany's gaze along. "I showed you my, ah, beautiful Firenze..."
"We've really been all over the Italian peninsula, haven't we? I think we picnicked here once... I wish I had dared kiss you, then, but I hope Ill get the chance soon, ve?"
With those words, Italy let go of his haircurl. He bent forward and opened his legs further to give Germany a proper view. Lowering his voice, Italy kept stroking himself.
"Do you want to find all the places we've visited together, Germany? Do you want... to help me make new memories for them all?"

Judging from the way his mouth was half open and trembling slightly, Germany was more than eager to visit Italy - though also slightly too far gone for coherent words.

"Shit, Italy," Prussia called from behind Italy, "you're making me all hot and bothered! And I can't even see anything!"

Prussia dropped a kiss on Germany's thigh and continued before the confused nation remembered how to do something as dull and distracting as actual speaking.

"But I gotta admit, this is quite the sight..."

Then Germany stopped hearing or thinking anything at all, because a warm mouth closed around his cock.

When Germany bucked and cried out beneath him, Italy's little trip down memory lane was abruptly interrupted. He fell slightly forward, managing to push his cock against Germany's nose and simultaneously clocking him on the ear with a knee.

"Ouch! What're youaaahhh..." Germany's eyes rolled back as Prussia swallowed him whole, demanding every single bit of Germany's shattered attention.

"Sorry!" Italy said and glanced back to make sure that he didn't sit down on Prussia's head. Only to find himself unable to look away, caught by the sight of Prussia's mouth working around Germany's length.

The position - Prussia half on his side, shoulder resting against Germany's leg and head twisted so that every tendon in his neck was clearly visible - looked somewhat uncomfortable, but this didn't appear to diminish Prussia's enjoyment in the least.

Italy's glazed eyes raked over the twisting body, resting on the smattering of scars spread over his chest for a moment, then continuing down to admire Prussia's cock as it rose adorably patch of white curls.

Huh, Italy thought distractedly, he really is an albino, all over! Romano would be so pleased that they could finally clear that up.
Oookay, that was an awkward image to bring to mind right now; he had quite enough brother's in this bed already, thank you very much.

"Germany." Italy snapped his fingers to get the other nation's attention, and perhaps gather his own thoughts while he was at it. "Hey, Germany?"

That gasp meant yes. Probably. "I want you to do to me," he purred, "like Prussia does to you, ve?"

Trying to bring his errant mind back on track again, and realizing Germany might not be up to much inspiring conversation, Italy turned around and snuggled down next to Germany.
It was a shame that his friend's bed was unusable at the moment... There, he could have stretched out properly. Instead Italy was forced to bend his legs and rest them against the headboard, which was both hard and cold against his feet. But at least he could easily reach Prussia's cock with both hands like this. And Germany should be able to reach him with his mouth too!

Unfortunately, Germany seemed a bit too lost in pleasure to understand that a good lover always considered his partner(s) too. Reminding himself that virgins required plenty of instruction, Italy gently tugged his head in the right direction. Once Germany's lips connected with Italy's sex, he got the message and began to suck. A bit erratically, but definitely showing the proper spirit.

Italy closed his eyes and groaned appreciatively when Germany got the idea to use his tongue; for a beginner he was quite decent. And, from the sounds of it, Prussia was also quite skilled. Italy squeezed and stroked him encouragingly, relieved that he wouldn't have to teach them everything.

Similar, though much less coherent thoughts, were swirling through Germany's mind. Hope, vague worry that he didn't disappoint Italy too badly, mixed with the realization that having Prussia sucking him off might just be the best thing his brother had ever done for him.

Sometimes, Prussia would swallow his entire length, enveloping him in wet, hot suction that threatened to push him over the edge. Just before it went too far, the damned sadist released him for a moment and drew in a cold breath around his burning hardness.

Then, while Germany was still shivering, Prussia came back. He licked all over, very gently using his teeth and alternating between kissing, sucking and nibbling at the tip. Over and over, sometimes gliding down one side, dribbling saliva between his kisses. After a while he very carefully slipped one of Germany's balls into his mouth, playing with him gently until the pleasure became so intense it bordered on pain.

When Prussia let up his attack a little, Germany did his best to return the favour to Italy, desperately wishing to please his lover.

Every moan, every little mutter in Italian increased his desire. Germany ached to touch the other two, somehow, wanted to feel them beneath his hands.
Oh, how he wanted to grab Italy's cock, or that goddamn strand of hair! He knew there was something weird about it! Next time the opportunity presented itself, he would not let up until Italy had turned into a whimpering mess of pleasure...

Frustrating as it was, the restriction of being only able to use his mouth, also managed to make Germany feel more free to experiment. It was challenging, but also exciting to discover what he could do to Italy, solely with his lips and tongue.

Italy smelled of salt and sex, he fit so smoothly in Germany's mouth as if they had been made to come together like this. The feel of him growing thicker beneath Germany's tongue, the little sounds he made...

He had never allowed himself to imagine how it would feel to have another man's sex in his mouth, before and now found the sensation almost overwhelmingly pleasing. Germany ached to take hold of Italy, to hold him fast and suck him off, as mercilessly as Prussia was currently treating him.

Attacked by pleasure on both ends, Germany couldn't last long. The next time Prussia deep-throated him, he didn't even try to hold back. Italy's cock slipped out from his lips, saliva-slick and hard, and Germany almost sobbed Prussia's name as he moved his hips desperately. Just a little, little more...

With an unintelligible cry that may have meant brother or Veneziano or something in between, Germany came. Those sinfully skilled lips kept working around him, until he fell back and sobbed out a plea that it was enough, he was dying, oh god and hell and love you.

Unseen by his lovers, Italy allowed himself a blinding grin at that. His amusement only increased when Prussia quickly let go of Germany at the last words, as if his softening sex had suddenly burned him.

Still muttering under his breath, Prussia lay down more comfortable on Germany's thigh and closed his eyes. Though he looked immensely pleased with himself, he soon began rolling his neck and grumbling about the cracking sound that made, before continuing to complain about the tiny damn bed.

Germany didn't respond, appearing almost knocked out for the moment. Only when Italy bumped him slightly, did he crack open an eye. Still flushed and breathing heavily, he nevertheless managed a wry grin and winked slightly; Italy giggled and nodded in response.

Cute as they were, the sight of his Germans so flushed and, ahem, newly-exercised made Italy quite hot and bothered. Since he already had a comfortable grip around the one part of Prussia he knew the nation would listen to, he decided to use this to his advantage.

"What, you too?" Prussia groused, when it became clear that Italy wasn't just stroking him in a particularly firm way.

"No," Italy said, but quickly added, "not yet, ve!" He wanted to save himself a little bit for the main event, which he hoped wouldn't take too long to arrive. In fact...

"I'm only a little impatient," Italy said and nodded towards the utterly slack and relaxed Germany. "So... I thought we could, how to say, help motivate him a little?"

"Motiv-" Prussia blinked, stared at Germany, then at Italy and back at Germany again. The coin finally dropped into the correct slot and an incredibly lecherous grin spread over his face.
"Oh yeah, Italy! Babe, I'm pure motivation distilled!"

With no thought of the very interesting view he was offering Germany's dazed eyes, Italy crawled over him to join Prussia at the foot of the bed.

"Ve, this bed is too small!" he complained when he almost slipped off. He waggled a finger at Prussia. "You shouldn't have thrown rocks into Germany's bedroom, his bed holds a lot more people!" A fond smile graced his features at the memory those words evoked.

"Oh?" Prussia lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at Germany. "What haven't you been telling me now, West?"

Germany was beginning to consider if Prussia's newly discovered skills really were worth the hassle of continuous close interaction with him. Probably. Possibly.

"He didn't tell you about that time during the war?"

Prussia shook his head, his eyebrows rising in avid curiosity. "Do tell, babe. Think I gotta hear this."

"Italy," Germany began, knowing exactly which moment he was none too subtly hinting at. It was a night he'd hoped the whimsical nation had forgotten by now.

"Ve, I know!" Italy clapped his hands together and looked far too pleased with himself, curse his spaghetti-addled brain. "I can show you the pictures Japan made later!"

"Italy!"

"Awesome! So in this bed, what exactly went down?"

"It was in Germany's old house after they had been bombing for soooo long-"

"Italy, would you please," Germany tried, but of course he was ignored.

"-and I was scared and it was really cold! So, first I climbed into bed and then my big brother joined us-"

Prussia was wearing his shit-eating grin again and Italy had begun waving his hands, fully caught up in his story-teller mood. Germany closed his eyes, preparing for humiliation.

"-and in the end even Japan ended up in bed with us!"

"Did he now?"

Germany groaned. Oh, when he got out of these handcuffs...

"Yes, it was really comfy! Only," Italy pouted, "Austria said it was shameful, so he tried to sleep under the table instead. Germany had to order him to stop being so silly and come join us!"

Prussia exploded in laughter, practically convulsing against Germany's leg.

"AHAHAHAHA! Oh, I can just see it, big daddy Germany and his little boy-toys! An- and Austria under the bloody table! Awesome!" He cackled some more and then, with some difficulty, sat up to look down at Germany with a triumphant grin.

"And here you've been lecturing me for years about improper behaviour! Fraternisation, eh, West? And all the while, you were hosting orgies in bed! Orgies! Without me!"

"Nothing happened," Germany ground out. "And you know that perfectly well, brother." Actually, scratch that earlier foolishness about Prussia having a use; Italy could probably give great blow-jobs too.

"Ohh, I wonder if Austria agrees. Ordered into bed, honestly! By the way, does Hungary know you ordered her hubby to-"

Before Prussia could finish that sentence, Germany swept out with his leg and then enjoyed the sight of his oh-so-awesome big brother flailing wildly (with, ahem, some limbs Germany had never seen old Prussia flail before) before crashing to the floor.

Ah.

Perfect.

"Weeeeeeeest," something growled from the carpet.

Now that the worst excitement had worn off for the moment, Germany's body painfully reminded him of the recent fight he had with Prussia. It also seemed that Italy had, in his enthusiasm, clapped the handcuffs on a tad tightly.

But still - he had just had the first blow-job of his life! Even if the knowledge that it came from Prussia made him feel a bit... awkward, the memory of those sensations were amazing. The mere thought was enough to make Germany blush and fidget, probably for years to come.

And now? He was lying semi-comfortably in bed while his brother was on the floor. And, since Italy didn't want them to fight again, said brother was currently being introduced to all the wonderfully distracting qualities of a certain Mediterranean nation.

Yes, Germany thought and laid on his side to more comfortably watch the show. Life was a good right now, if a bit confusing.

Then Prussia caught his eyes, bared his teeth and mouthed H-u-n-g-a-r-y, p-i-c-t-u-r-e-s and (though he looked slightly cross-eyed, since Italy was nuzzling his throat) s-o-f-u-c-k-i-n-g-d-e-a-d!

Perhaps it was the recent orgasm or the victory in the kitchen. Perhaps, if Germany had been more prone to introspection, he might have remembered the moment right after the fight. How disturbingly tempting he found it when he saw a rare glimpse of vulnerability, before his brother submitted to Italy's plans for them both and showed an even rarer moment of trust.

Whatever the reason, a very interesting idea sprung from Germany's libido and took a most definite hold of his sanity. The idea had the added benefit of providing him enough blackmail material to keep Prussia from ever spilling certain secrets to the pan-yielding defender of Austria's virtue.

"Say, Italy," he said, licking his lips at the audacity of what he was about to ask. "I know you wanted to, eh, be on top tonight."

"Mflf? Hmh!" Italy had his tongue deep inside Prussia's mouth, one hand clutching the other nation's uneven hair and the other - Germany swallowed and felt his happily wrung-out state begin to unravel - playing with the curls around Prussia's erection.

"Yes, I know, I know!" he hurried to say before Italy felt the need to break the kiss for explanations. Prussia had closed his eyes before the determined onslaught, apparently happy to go along with whatever his co-conspirator had planned. He was in that moment being carefully pushed backwards by Italy's skilled hands, until his back bent in a breathtaking curve.

"I just wondered," he took a deep breath and plunged on, "if you wanted to let me have Prussia? At the same time, I mean."

"The hell you s-"

Italy put two fingers in Prussia's mouth and none-too-gently squeezed his cock. Another very effective method, Germany noted, he must remember that one.

"I think," Italy said, hand moving up and down in a way that Germany found more fascinating than was probably good for his mental health, "that's a great idea!"

His smile was sunlight on a turquoise sea, young lovers on a moonlit piazza... In short, all the brilliant things he'd thought lost for more than fifty years. And that smile was directed straight at him, Germany.

Then Italy turned slightly, focusing more on Prussia. He pushed those last critical centimetres and allowed himself to fall down on top of the taller nation. For the first time in life Germany understood what drove man to create art. If he could have caught the moment somehow, when an old spirit of violence barely restrained, fell beneath the gentlest of the nations, if he could have drawn the look of perfect desire and understanding that passed between them... Perhaps, if he could have create such an image, he would never have felt the need to try and prove himself a great empire.

Italy's moistened fingers teased their way down Prussia's body, before it disappeared between them. Germany drank in the sight of them, almost reeling with the desire he felt. Two men, spirits, his... Both so definitely male, with an air of youth and vigour surrounding them and yet ancient in human years. One pale and scarred, the other bronzed and soft, unfathomably dear to him.

He could no longer see what happened between them and the curiosity drove him closer to the edge of the bed. When Prussia gasped and Italy whispered comfortingly in his own language, it belatedly dawned on Germany that his dear little innocent friend really wasn't as childish as he appeared. In fact, Germany thought that there had been one very specific reason for Italy's fingers to find their way to Prussia's mouth, besides the very worthy goal of silencing his brother.

"But before we play more," Italy said and kissed Prussia a last time, "I think we have to pay some attention to your vital regions too, ve?"

"Yes," Prussia answered with a heartfelt groan, "goddamn fucking yes!"

When Italy's soft lips closed around Prussia's cock, Germany realized that he had been utterly wrong about one thing.

He did actually need his brother desperately. Because if Italy could turn the arrogant bastard into this (beautiful) powerless (passionate) creature with only a few touches and kisses, Germany wouldn't stand a chance against him on his own.

And he needed to get down on that floor now.

Thank heavens for Italy's obsession with food and sleeping, Germany thought, otherwise he would never get anything done after this. When he'd joined Prussia and Italy on the floor, he hadn't really thought much about what would happen. Somehow, he found himself subtly manoeuvred into kneeling opposite of Prussia, an advantage which the older nation was quick to exploit. Their kisses, slightly awkward at first, had just begun to turn into more intense things when when Italy returned from his little sojourn to the bedside table.

Triumphantly, Italy held up the bottle of olive oil and, from the look shared between them, Germany was not alone in being just a little disquieted by the sensual way he handled the bottle.

"We may have created a monster," Prussia muttered.

He was proven partly right a few moments later. Because that was when the devious little creature - who'd spent how many years appearing utterly unreliable in front of Germany? - got down on his knees, poured oil all over his hand and took them both in a firm and quite competent grip.

Somehow, above the rushing of blood in his ears, Germany managed to hear a choked-off curse from Prussia too.

"Oh, don't stop!" Italy said happily. "You look so handsome, Germany and Prussia, I want to look a bit more."

They moved against each other. It was awkward at first, but as their arousal grew, Germany found it easier to thrust against Prussia, feel their cocks grind together. They moved against each other, cradled by Italy's oil-slick hands, pushing together so hard and now Prussia was biting at his chest and whining softly and shiiii-

"Don't stop now, you little cocktease!" Prussia screamed when those exquisite hands let them go.

"But Italy also wants to play," said nation pouted.

Germany was too busy trying to keep his brain from spilling out of his ears in pleasure overload to speak. Though he did have a dizzy notion that Prussia would become completely unbearable if Germany got to come twice, before he had enjoyed that pleasure even once.

"Come on, Italy, baby," Prussia tried and rubbed himself against Germany. "You said you wanted to watch, right? We'll do a great show."

"Hmmm," Italy said and took a few moments to play with his hair again, a far too blissful smile on his face, while the frustrated Germans tried to move against each other.
That too was good, but compared to what they had just had? No, much as it pained him to admit, Germany thought "cocktease" was a fair description of Italy right now.

"Ah, I know!" Italy had apparently come to some kind of decision. Seeing how it included more olive oil on his hands (and all over Germany's carpet. For once, though, he decided that it didn't really bloody matter... much), it gave him a bit of hope.

"I think," Italy purred as he put his arms around their waists, "that we've been playing around enough now, yes?"
When kneeling, he didn't quite reach up to kiss either Germany or Prussia, though they were both quick to oblige when he turned those full lips towards them.

It was while Italy's mouth was captured by Prussia that Germany felt two slick fingers glide down his own cleft and carefully seek the entrance. From the slightly dazed look that appeared on Prussia's face, a similar thing was happening to him.

"It's good, isn't it, Germany?" Italy asked while he let his fingers work themselves into Germany's so far untouched opening.

"Yes," he whispered, and oh, it was so very good. Careful, gentle touches that nevertheless kept pressing and pushing until Germany moved his legs further apart to let them in. He couldn't move any more after that, only stand there and rest his head against Prussia's sweaty hair while his old friend opened him up and made him shiver in pleasure.

"Italy... Ahh, West," Prussia moaned against him and began moving back and forth carefully, his cock pressing against Germany's leg and stomach in a random, erotic pattern. "I'm so fucking glad you picked him up all those years ago..."

"S-so am I."

If Italy hadn't been playing him like an instrument right now, Germany might have become a bit self-conscious about how indecent they were being. Brothers, rubbing against each other, groaning in a duet of pleasure while shamelessly fucking themselves on Italy's hands. But it was too good for him to care. When he felt a third finger enter him, he realised he wanted, needed, to satisfy this newly awakened desire consuming him.

First, he had seen letting Italy take him as something to be endured, a small price to pay for the chance to finally get to touch and kiss his old friend as much as he wanted. During the course of their lovemaking, his opinion had gradually changed. Whether because of the secure gentleness the Mediterranean nation displayed, or just his obvious joy for what they were doing together, Germany had begun looking forward to being joined so closely to Italy. Even the knowledge that he was about to abandon himself to another nation's control had lost its power to intimidate. Now, though, Germany realised he just couldn't wait to be filled; not in exchange for anything, not as a symbol, but as a primal act for pleasure and nothing but.

"So handsome," Italy panted,. "Oh, my dearest Germany... Mm, and Prussia too, my strong Germans... So good, could just eat you up."
He kissed them both then, while the scent of their mingled arousal and olive oil rose around them all.

"Please do?" Prussia groaned, rocking against Germany.

"Mmm..."

Germany had a difficult time finding his voice, too many sensations tearing at him, but just that made it clear that he was burning up too quickly. And he didn't want that, not yet... Not when he could almost taste what would come next.

"Italy," he finally managed, "I w- want you to. Oh fuck!"

For Italy had just twisted his hand, fingers brushing over a place Germany had only read about in his most secret stash of porn. It sent lightning up Germany's spine. And, damn, if this was what it meant to be conquered back in the days no fucking wonder his brother and Austria and the rest kept squabbling all the time!

"Yeah," Prussia growled, straining at his bonds and almost pushing Germany away with his enthusiastic movements, "it's time to fuck!"

"Mhmm, don't you want a little more? I don't want to hurt Germany, since it's his first time," Italy said. He followed his words with doing that twisty things with his fingers again, this time causing both brothers to cry out.

I don't care if it hurts! Germany wanted to scream, only right then Italy bent down to kiss and slobber all over their cocks. His protest disappeared in a wanton moan.

"Iiiiih'm no fucking virgin!" Prussia managed to squeeze out, his cock slipping free of Italy's mouth with a wet 'plop'. It went sliding against his chin in a way that made Germany want to rip off his handcuffs and shove Italy's plump little mouth against his brother's cock until he was forced to swallow it whole and oh god, how he wanted to fuck someone now!

"So you just stick West's dick up my bloody ass this instant or I'm gonna fucking eviscerate you when 'm free!" Prussia finished in a rush, his thrashing motions making Italy's hand give Germany a painful-sweet jab inside.

Italy waggled an oily finger at the threat, just smiling sunnily at the furious nation. Considering how Prussia was panting and thrusting his hips, his threat did seem rather harmless.

"Okidoki, Prussia!" Italy finally agreed, taking a few moments to stroke himself. "Do you want to lie on your tummy?"

Prussia shook his head wildly, cackling like a loon. The obvious tension in him, a slightly manic edge to his laughter and the striking contrast of an intense flush and his overall pale colouring made Prussia look even more unhinged than usual - and somehow, it also made Italy ache to have him for his own.

Easing himself backwards a bit, Prussia laid down on his back and spread his legs invitingly. Both Italy and Germany stared for a few moments, fascinated by this sweaty incarnation vision of shameless want, as every shaky breath, every half-laugh, made Prussia's hardness sway tantalizingly above his taut stomach.

"Fuck no," Prussia said once he'd wriggled into position. "I wanna watch my little brother nail me, every fuckdamned second of it. 's gonna be fucking amazing."

"O- okay," Italy said. He floundered for a moment, until he began pulling at Germany, to get him to crawl closer.

"Brother," Germany moaned, apparently completely in a daze. He couldn't stop staring at Prussia, his gaze trailing down his inviting body, the swollen cock... He managed to drag his concentration back up, until their eyes met.

Prussia thought he could happily drown in the heat that passed between them. Germany's mouth was open in a way that he would have laughed at and called completely imbecilic at any other time. Only, right now, he could only think of how very nice that mouth would look wrapped around his dick. Maybe next time...

Then Italy wrenched his leg and broke his concentration completely. "Huuufff, Germans are too heavy," he complained. "How am I supposed to do this, Prussia?"

"Err..." That was actually a bit further than he had considered, but damn it all, he was pretty flexible! Also, he really, really wanted to see West go all googly-eyed at his awesomeness! "Improvise?"

Besides, how else was he going to convince his stiff (hurr, strange how everything made him think about West and dicks right now... okay, maybe not so strange) little brother to fuck face to face when it became his turn to top?

Italy tried to lift Prussia up enough for West to fit his knees beneath his ass, but it was awkward and he kept sliding down again. That Italy had managed to get oil pretty much all over them didn't exactly help.

"Stick a leg beneath my arm," Germany finally suggested, and angled his elbow as much as the cuffs allowed. "There, yeah, and then..."

Bending forward, Prussia used his considerable upper-body strength to heave, while West stood up on his knees, crept closer. Finally, he had leverage to pull with his trapped leg and that seemed to do the trick. Because suddenly, somehow, his brother was looming over him, all wide-eyed and blushing, while Prussia was bent like a pretzel and-

Without a word, Italy's hand slipped in between them and grabbed Germany's cock. He looked at the pair of them, frozen in nervous anticipation, nodded to himself. One firm pull at Prussia's shoulder and then, as simply as if it was always meant to be like this, he helped Germany's cock in place, the tip resting against the hidden opening.

"Go ahead," he whispered into Germany's ear since Germany seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, never mind move. "Push a little, ve?"

"Yes," Prussia said, voice betraying all the vulnerability that his hungry face hid, "yes, West, please..."

That did it. Clenching his arm around Prussia's leg and steeling his features into that familiar, determined face, Germany pushed into him, entering slowly but surely. Every centimetre he moved, the harsh look melted away a little more.
It was transforming into something so primal, so hungry, that Italy thought maybe it was a good thing Germany hadn't managed to convince him into bed the first time he asked. Because he might just have eaten weak little Italy up in battle-crazed lust.

All the while, Italy was stroking himself off with abandon, barely knowing where to rest his eyes. After all, his Germans looked so, so lovely, everywhere!
Prussia, his face wide open and defenceless. The red eyes had half rolled back and his mouth was working soundlessly as his brother filled him, took him after so many years. In perfect contrast was Germany, gritting his teeth and so clearly fighting for control. Even so, while he was shaking with barely held-back need, his ice-blue eyes gleamed in triumphant desire.

"My brother," Germany growled, defining things and subtly, eternally, changing things between them. Just after that, Italy saw how they both stilled, Germany having gone as deep as he could.

Licking his lips, the smaller nation bent closer to peek at where they joined, but just then Prussia snaked his other leg around Germany's waist and almost completely blocked the view.

Before Italy could pout or complain, though, Germany turned those fierce blue eyes on him and all traces of sanity left Italy. Eaten up, split apart - Who cared when you could have Germany look at you with such naked lust?

"I'll help you move," Italy said, his voice unusually husky and soft.

Nodding, Germany rocked back a little. That made him remember just what he had promised to do to Germany and oh dear, Italy, don't faint now...

Ohhh, but how thrilling wasn't it to be the strong one, for once? The one who could decide that, while he didn't mind helping Prussia lie still beneath Germany's carefully controlled movements, he could do much more if he wanted. And he did, he wanted so much he thought he might burst! Carefully, Italy let his other hand move back to play with Germany's hole, prepare and open him. Make him ready for Italy, let him feel for the first time what it was like to have another nation enter him. Not in conquest or to hurt, but to love, love, love and want; how he'd enjoy teaching Germany to share this want, so they could enjoy each other as equals.

More oil on him, quickly now, for the brothers were moving faster and surer. Prussia was panting wildly again, eyes all scrunched up in pleasure and his gasps turning increasingly into fierce oaths.

Germany was more silent and kept his eyes wide open, drinking in the sight of his brother's pleasure, but he too was growing more and more flushed. The face that Italy had once found so forbidden, boringly strict, was almost glowing with emotions now. Passionate, almost dangerously powerful ones perhaps, but Italy knew his dearest friend so well, after all these years... and there had never been less intent to hurt in Germany, than now. He adored him, loved his strength and reliability, loved everything about him. Including, Italy thought with a breathless giggle, those utterly adorable little whines that escaped him now and then, like when Prussia tightened his internal muscles, or Italy's finger brushed onto that special secret place.

His Germany. At last, his, and he had never needed him more than now.

Four fingers, Italy finally decided, were more than enough. It was so easy, now to slide behind Germany, grab two pillows to give him some height and kneel on them between the open, welcoming, legs.

Then, because he really wanted to make this first time as good as possible and so not-at-all conquery as possible, Italy gently open Germany and, resting his impatient cock against the opening, asked for permission one last time.

The 'yes' that exploded out of Germany had nothing to do with duty, or bravery, and everything to do with pure desire. It was exactly what Italy had longed to hear.

"Veee, Germany, Germany," he almost sobbed as the firm flesh closed around his sex, "love you, oh, love you so much!"

Before him, around him - oh, he was going to just die from pleasure! - Germany shuddered and replied in a half-choked voice.

Italy tried to give him time, despite the overwhelming desire to move. He wanted his lover to have all the time in the world to get used to his presence this close, knowing it could, despite everything, feel too invasive.
And at first, it seemed as if it might be too much for Germany. He went so still, his entire body tensing up in a bad way.
But beneath him, hidden from Italy's view, Prussia moved; encouraging, demanding, wanting Germany to move so desperately that the need seemed to blend over into the hesitant nation. And, finally, Italy could feel the tension melt out of him as pleasure outgrew his fears. Carefully, Germany rocked back, taking Italy even further inside himself. It was as if a dam had burst open, the way almost screamed out Italy's name, the way he shuddered and then... Beautiful, Italy thought dizzily, how Germany's body was opening so wonderfully, how he could give himself over so completely once his trust was ensured. And now, Italy knew, he did not have to hesitate any longer. Stroking his handsome lover, so sweet beneath all his sternness, he carefully began to thrust.

Italy embraced Germany, reaching down with a hand to grope around until he reached Prussia's dick, only resting a hand on him for now, as he began to move properly.

Germany felt caught between the fires of hell, only their flames burned him with pleasure and mad desire rather than pain. Italy pushed into him, spreading him wide open and making him mad with the sheer sensation of it all. And then, just before drawing back, he'd hug him tighter, all those innocent hugs over the years taking on a new, mature context. Finally he'd withdraw for a while, moving back until he almost slipped out and only the very end of his sex rested in Germany, teasing and promising so much.

It was too much, too great a lack, but just before Germany had to beg him to come back, fill him utterly and please please love him even deeper, Italy seemed to sense it. He pushed back in, his small body somehow managing to envelope Germany, promise him protection from everything cold and cruel that had ever plagued him. And all the while, half-formed Italian words fell from his lips, so many sweet caresses in Germany's ears, that he felt as if he might break under the weight of their love.

And Prussia, oh, his brother was a most divine sin. Angel-fair skin stained with two red spots of excitement and the rough mouth turned so invitingly soft that Germany ached to kiss it. He called for him. Without saying it out loud, Prussia's face, his eyes, every fraction of his body seemed to beg for Germany to take him, over and over again.

Italy's hand was there too, just in his line of vision as Italy handled Prussia's erection. The knowledge that such a slim hand could cause them both such pleasure and make them loose all control... His Italy, sunlight come alive, playing with Prussia's achingly hard sex; an image Germany had silently dreamt and feared these last uncertain weeks, only now completely realizing how right the image was. A perfect balance, and far too gorgeous to sully with petty jealousy.

But too, there were the simply physical feelings that his lovers caused in him. A tempest of pleasure, tearing at his mind and need for order, the fact that seeing Prussia's cock so hard beneath him, feeling Italy splitting him further open with each thrust and feeling that amazing goddamn heat around his own dick! Fuck but he wanted; for everything to last forever; the freedom to come, right now. They were all burning up instead, too much, too sweet, utterly mad and Germany needed to take in even more and try to push even deeper and godfuckingdamn, he wanted them both so much.

They moved together in an uncannily pleasurable rhythm, Italy's words stuttering and halting more and more often, though his kept a firm pace, forcing the two German's together with sweet relentlessness.

Soon, the first tears of pleasure escaped Prussia. While his breath hitched and he fought to give voice to the overwhelming sensation swelling inside, he stopped trying to control the pace or pull Germany closer. Opening up beneath him, Prussia simply accepted every movement, completely defeated by pleasure. His tears and shouts mingled, a rough counterpoint to Italy's sweet babble.

The sight was almost the last drop; Germany too felt himself unravelling and knew he wouldn't be able to last very much longer at all.

"It- Italy, Italy," he groaned, trying to tighten his own muscles, trying to keep the smaller nation there, inside, desperately needing to hold the moment a little longer, "Italy, love you, love you, love- Ahhn!"

"Yes," Italy cried, "yes!"

His hand clawed at Germany's firm stomach, fingers digging into the skin as Italy let go of all restraint. Abandoning any thought, he slammed into Germany until the trapped nation felt about to be split in two, broken open by pleasure.
Then Prussia arched backwards, eyes open wide but blind to everything except his own climax, as he came with a howl.

That sight, the feeling of him tightening around his cock overwhelmed Germany utterly. Surrounded on all sides by his lovers, the sound and scent of their passion filling his senses became too much for him. The next time Italy pushed inside, filling him to bursting, Germany felt his mind split along with his body. He was struggling for breath, shuddering and trembling, coming as he'd never done before in his life.

Germany filled his lover, his brother with his seed. The instinctual shame turned into glorious pride at the knowledge that through his tears, Prussia was drinking in the sight of him lost in pleasure, his joy and love an almost physical thing to Germany's overwhelmed senses.

A heartbeat after that, Italy choked on his name, clawed at him in desperation as he too came, moaning and babbling wildly. Dearest, beautiful Italy, whom he had loved for an uncountable amount of years... who had finally conquered him, for all time.

"Lovnhhg, ah, love you, love!" Italy groaned and then simply held on to Germany as he shuddered and fell into the depths of pleasure.

Italy was shaking with the aftershock of an orgasm more intense than any he may ever have felt. When it at last began to wind down, he simply let his head fall forward and more or less slid out of consciousness, resting against Germany's broad back. His dearest strength and steady support, in all times good and bad. His beloved.

Italy was not alone in going limp, for Germany too felt completely wrung dry. Once Italy stilled against him, he allowed himself to collapse on top of Prussia, a grateful huff escaping.

Although he felt a small moment of loss when his softened cock slipped out, and Prussia's leg, or pelvis-bone or whatever it was, felt a bit uncomfortable, this position meant Germany could finally stretch out his legs. Though Italy mumbled something in protest, he obliged by moving his own legs out of the way, at the same time crawling up on Germany even further. Inhaling the oddly pleasant mixture of maleness, sweat and that olive oil (cooking, he realized, would never be the same) Germany nuzzled the still quavering skin of his brother's throat. Oh yes, this was very pleasant. In fact, Germany thought sleepily, he could easily get addicted to this whole making love thing.

As if offended by his sentimental drivel, reality chose that moment to remind Germany just who his partners were. Perfect bliss was, after all, likely to be in short supply around them.

Prussia began squirming beneath him. Giving a strange yelp, he managed to kick Italy awake, causing a startled 'Ve!' to interrupt on Germany's pleasant half-doze.

"Aww, shit! West, move you- Argh!"

"Brother?" Germany asked and blearily lifted his head. "Everything okay?"

"No," Prussia said and grimaced, "it's bloody not!"

An icy fear stabbed Germany - those tears! He thought they meant- But what if, what if he had somehow hurt Prussia? A shudder worked through him at the thought that the most perfect moment in his existence so far, might have caused pain to someone in his family.

"What happened? I haven't hurt you?" Germany asked when Prussia only continued to cuss and wriggle, unable to free himself. He tried to rise up, but this proved a most difficult task with Italy a limp weight on him, his brother's legs still locked around his middle and those bloody French handcuffs trapping his arms.

"Didn't hurt me," Prussia sneered. "But you fat-asses are lying on me and I've got a damned cramp in my LEG and- Ow! My bloody arm too because someone clobbered me with a fucking chair earlier and would you get off me now!"

"Don't worry, Prussia," Italy mumbled. He yawned and slithered off Germany. "You know, we love you too."

That was such a non sequitur that Germany almost wondered if his hearing had broken from pleasure-overload. Wondered, until he realized that Prussia's bitching had stopped completely.

"Oh," Germany said, probably sounding stunningly intelligent. Was Prussia actually blushing?

"Oh!" Yep, that rang even brighter the second time.

Calmer now, Germany managed to work himself free. Exhausted as he was, he still managed to lean down and give his infuriating, and altogether quite awesome, older brother a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. Then he allowed Italy to pull him close, leaning on the smaller nations and taking a few heartbeats to marvel at the lucky fate that had placed him in this situation, with these particular nations for company.

"Yes, brother," he said and smiled, trying to share the mellow happiness that sloshed through his veins and drowned all sense of propriety.

In this moment, with Italy beside him and Prussia watching through warily hopeful eyes, it became so easy to say words that had only rarely escaped him before.

"Love you, too."

The epilogue is here! What happens the morning after...?

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