AN: Hello~! Welcome to another one of my stories! I've been meaning to update Whipped, but this idea popped up in my head, and I just had to write it... OTL Don't worry, I'll probably get another chapter of Whipped out sometime the week, for those of you that actually care xD

Reviews are welcomed, you know... ;u; Anyway, enjoy the story~!

It was so aggravating to Tim. He wouldn't dare admit it, but he had feelings for Antonio. He had for a while, and he was sure Antonio knew it from the Dutch man's attempts at flirting. Then again, Tim wasn't exactly the best at flirting, especially when he got so nervous around the Spaniard. He usually ended up just blurting something out and cursing Antonio when he laughed. After that drunken one night stand, it was particularly frustrating seeing Antonio just continuing on with his daily life.

Last night was something special to Tim. He'd gotten to kiss Antonio, touch him, hear his moans, his begging. He wanted to do it again and say how he felt to him, but how? With Antonio barely even looking at him, it was going to prove to be difficult. Then there was Romano. How did Tim expect to get to Antonio with his hot-headed boyfriend in the way? Dammit, it was all so difficult.

And so, this led to Tim going to a certain pervert. He was horribly reluctant, but he needed advice. if that guy tried to get in his pants again, Tim swore to knock his lights out like last time.

Tim walked down the hallway of the dorm building somewhat nervously. He needed an expert's advice, someone who was rather skilled in bed. He, himself, was rather experience, but he was just so...awkward. The way he moved, the things he said, these things proved to often make the other person feel uncomfortable. Well, those things and the fact that his dick was inside them...

He walked up to the door of Francis's room and took a moment to brace himself before knocking. When the door opened and a strong scent of roses hit him, Tim found himself looking down at a familiar blonde with a frown.

"Ah, Tim!" Francis smiled widely and grabbed the taller student's hand. "Come in, come in!"

Tim quickly pulled his hand back and growled at the Frenchman to not touch him before entering the room. As usual (not that Tim had been in Francis's room a lot), romantic music was playing, the lights were dim, and a girl's clothes were sprawled out on the floor and bed. Tim thought he could hear the shower running in the bathroom, but he ignored it, opting instead to walk over to the bed.

Francis glanced at the Dutch man with a smile, closing the door. He walked over to his computer desk and sat down in the wheeled chair in front of it. "How can I help you?" he winked, making Tim shudder slightly.

"I need to know how to sleep with Antonio," Tim huffed at him. He carefully pushed a bra off the bed and sat down hesitantly, fearing that Francis would pounce on him any second.

At this, the blonde blinked. "Antonio?" he questioned. "But isn't he going out with my little Romano?"

Tim's eye twitched at the possessive pronoun. Poor Romano, he thought briefly. "So? I want to sleep with him," Tim insisted with a short growl. If anyone knew how, Francis would, Tim was sure.

Francis looked at him curiously, like he was confused as to what his intentions were, but smiled a moment later. "Well, you could always try to get him drunk or drug him. I know drugs are your specialties...~"

"I already did," Tim deadpanned. And it was true. The night before, he had Antonio over at his room, got him drunk off some Dutch beer laced with aphrodisiacs, and fucked him for two or three hours. Needless to say, he was rather tired now.

"W-Wow, you work fast," Francis chuckled. He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat. "Hmmmm," he hummed with a thoughtful look on his face, and Tim assumed he was trying to come up with a more creative way of helping him rape the Spaniard. For Francis, that was sure to be easy.

However, before either of them could say anything else, the bathroom door opened, and a female walked out, a skimpy green towel wrapped around her thin figure. Neither males had noticed the water turn off, apparently, for they both seemed rather surprised until the girl walked over.

"Salut, ma soeur," Francis smiled and reached out to the girl, chuckling when she sat down on his lap and slid her arms around his shoulders.
"...I'm leaving," Tim mumbled, standing up.

"Ehhh?" Francis pouted and rubbed the blushing girl's thigh, sneaking his hand dangerously close to a certain place. "But the fun has just begun!"

"Let him leave," the girl purred, kissing along Francis's jawline.

Tim left before he could get scarred for life any more. He could hear Francis's damn creepy laughter as he walked down the hall.

He still didn't have an answer. Francis was off having sex with his own sister, Antonio was probably with Romano, and Tim was just there, unanswered and uncertain. What was he going to do? Perhaps he could just drug the Spaniard again, like Francis had suggested, but that would've probably taken a lot of effort. This was getting exceedingly frustrating for him.

Tim sat down on the edge of his bed, thinking. How did this whole situation make him feel? Frustrated, of course, angry, and jealous. If he could get with Antonio, the frustration would be gone. As for anger, he was always angry. For jealousy... Oh, that was it. He could make Antonio jealous! But with who?

Alfred, no. Arthur, no. Ludwig, hell no. Feliciano, no, no, no. Kiku, not really. Yao, no. Bella, that was was wrong on so many levels. Elizabeta, no way. Roderich, nope. Gilbert, ha, no. Maybe...just maybe...Yes, that could work. Even if Tim hated that tulip country wannabe, he could deal with it for at least a day, since Antonio wasn't too fond of him either.

"Alright then," Tim mumbled decisively. He grabbed his cell phone off his desk and quickly dialed Sadiq's number.