Prussia, France, and Spain were all in the German brother's basement, when Prussia insisted France go upstairs to get him some beer. Spain was already passed out, dreaming about Prussia. Prussia was sitting on a dirty couch, playing the ever hated Call Of Duty. He had just gotten an epic kill streak and he wasn't about to break it to get beer.
"Oui, I'll get you some beer..." France grumbled, swaying his hips up the basement stairs. He searched through the fridge, grabbing a few bottles before making his way back down. Before he could reach the basement door, though, he saw a figure out of the corner of his eye. When he turned to look at the figure, he blushed a deep red.
There Germany was, shirtless, his hair mussed and hanging in his face, with only a towel hanging on the bottom half of his body. It was quite unlike him to be like this, but France decided he probably had a reason.
France retreated down the stairs, quickly dumping the 'horde' of beers beside Prussia before hurrying back upstairs. Germany was still there, searching the frige for a drink.
"Germany?" said France, attempting the get his attention. The German man blushed and turned his attention to the voice. Immediately, Germany felt self-conscious, and decided to hide behind the refrigerator door. He blushed at the presence of another seeing him in such a state.
"Yes... France? Here for Prussia, I assume?" Germany questioned, already knowing the answer but needing to neutralize the tension.
"Oui, I am here for the 'meeting' with us three in the basement, but I am up here for you, amour." France gidded, pleased with his statement. Germany tensed. France eyed his muscles, subtly licking his lips. France approached Germany, closing the refrigerator door. Germany backed up a bit, confused, but also intrigued by France. France's hand moved up to caress Germany's cheek before kissing that spot. Germany blushed intensely, and stared deep into France's eyes.
Meanwhile...
Prussia paused his game, waiting for a new player to join before the next round. He looked over at Spain, starting to flutter his eyes open. After downing a beer or two, Prussia was a bit looser than usual, and walked over to the Spaniard.
"P-Prussia?" asked Spain. "Where's France?"
Prussia pondered this. "Probably in the bathroom or something. Or maybe he went home. I don't really care."
Spain eyed Prussia, suggestively smirking at him.
Prussia was many things, including awesome, but he was not, in fact, oblivious. Prussia looked into the Spaniard's eyes, appreciating their beauty in this rare then leaned in, embracing Spain with a kiss on his forehead. "I never really realized how beautiful you are.." said Prussia.
Spain blushed, flustered by his crush's compliment. "Prussia..." said Spain, leaning towards Prussia. "Could I try... k-kissing you?"
In the kitchen...
Germany was flustered. His mind ran wildly with thoughts. All of a sudden, France reached forwards and felt Germany's chiseled torso, admiring the piece of organic artwork.
"There is no reason to refuse me, non?"
"I, er, uh..." stammered the embarrassed German, eyes darting around for an escape route. He wouldn't be able to bear the shame of letting his secret crush know his true feelings! But then...then again, Francis was looking rather enticing himself; his sapphire eyes twinkling mischievously, golden hair just beginning to fall from it's ribbon that held it back, smooth pink lips bearing a playful smirk...those soft, lush lips...
Francis slowly leaned closer, face inches from Germany's. "Embrasse-moi, Ludwig," whispered the Frenchman, brushing noses with the taller blond. Though not fluent in the language of love, Germany got the meaning, and obliged.
France moaned quietly as he met the lips of the normally conserved German. Finally, Germany had let down his walls for a moment to reveal his true feelings and embrace them. France applied a bit more pressure to the German's lips, reaching up behind to tangle his hands in the taller nation's hair.
Still in a passionate moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, followed by a rude uninvited entrance. Germany pulled away quickly before the young Italian could reach the kitchen.
"Ve~ I came to visit you Germany." The Italian added a wink, oblivious to the connotation. "It's so nice to see you-a again, France~!" said the bubbly Italian, slightly neutralized by the late hours of night.
"Italy, go up to my bedroom. I'm going to sleep soon." said the German.
"Ve!~ Thank you for letting me stay~" finished the Italian, happily making his way to Ludwig's room.
After he had left the scene, Germany began talking with France. "S-sorry about this. Maybe you could visit another time? Uh... but you don't have to..." Germany stuttered awkwardly in his deep voice.
"Oui, I think that would be nice.." replied France. "I'll be staying in the basement with the two airheads, so maybe tomorrow we could spend some time together?" asked France. Germany looked away.
"J-ja. That would be good." said Germany.
"See you in the morning, amour~" finished France before placing a kiss on the German's lips teasingly.
Germany then proceeded to head to his bedroom with Italy, while France made his way back down to the basement.
He wasn't prepared for what he saw.