A/N: I saw the best/worst lovers list and I had to work with it. I had to. I'll dedicate one chapter to each nation on the 'worst' lovers list and show that they aren't half bad :D.
Warnings: Human names, tiny bit of OOC-ness and some good, clean fun in the shower ;-)
Disclaimer: Not mine (un)fortunately. If it were I'd be rich enough to buy me some cute/hot male models and let them re-enact the show.
Ludwig rummaged through the toolbox, trying to find the right wrench. He had been stuck in the garage all day, fixing his BMW after Feliciano wrecked it once again. He had told him at least a million times, was it really that hard to understand? So what that the Autobahn has no speed limit? It's still not to be used as your personal racetrack, verdammt nochmal! And even if he did want to use it in such a manner, he could have at least used his own damn car!
"Stupid Italians and their disrespect for traffic rules and regulations," he muttered.
He finally found the wrench he was looking for, and went back to the car. The engine had been messed up pretty bad, but he had managed to repair it for the most part. Just a few more whacks with wrench number 78, a little bit of oil, replace some wires and it should be running smoothly once more.
"Until Feli manages to trash it again next week."
He sighed and turned his attention to the engine . He really needed to hide the keys to the garage better.
Feliciano was in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune. He grabbed a spoon and dipped it in the pasta sauce, bringing it to his lips to check the flavor. He furrowed his brows, added some more spices and checked again. A smile graced his lips this time.
"Perfect! Ludwig is going to love this! I can't wait to see his face when he has a taste!"
Feliciano went to set the table. After getting everything ready he ran to the basement to grab a bottle of Ludwigs favorite beer and a bottle of wine for himself. Wine would go so much better with the meal he had prepared, but Ludwig never drank it. "Oh well, his loss. More wine for me!" He cheered.
He closed the basement door with his foot and hurried towards the dinner table, almost dropping the bottles when he arrived.
"Oh my God!"
Ludwig managed to get the repairs done and went home immediately. He had planned to wash the dirt off of him first before eating, but his hunger had gotten the best of him. Deciding to listen to his stomach he took a bite when Feliciano came rushing in. He was so startled that he almost choked on the bread he took a bite of. Ludwig stumbled towards a petrified Feliciano, grabbed the beer from him and chugged it down.
"Gott im Himmel, I thought I was a goner for sure. You shouldn't rush into the room like that, Feliciano, it's dangerous!" He said after he swallowed the lump of bread.
He was panting slightly, and looked at the little Italian. Feliciano was still standing there, staring at him with his mouth open, and Ludwig was beginning to worry. Had he scared him that much? He reached out his hand to grab Feliciano by the shoulders.
"Feliciano? Are you alright? I'm sorry if I scared you, but I'm fine, so there isn't any-"
"You did not just try to touch me with that dirty hand!" Feliciano interrupted him, smacking his hand away.
"I'm sorry?" He couldn't believe it. Feliciano, his beloved, cheerful, couldn't-punch-his-way-out-of-a-wet-paper-bag Italian had slapped him? "And hard too, I didn't know he had it in him." Ludwig thought as he rubbed his hand.
"You'd better be sorry! Just look at you! You look like you bathed in motor oil! And don't even get me started about the smell! How dare you touch my cooking with those filthy hands!" He said, eyes burning with rage. He walked towards Ludwig and backed him against the wall, poking his chest with the wine bottle.
"I-I'm sorry, really!" Dammit, why was he stuttering? "I haven't eaten anything since breakfast! And you know I can't resist your cooking!"
"You think my cooking is irresistible? Really?" The rage filling his hazel eyes had been replaced with utter joy in mere milliseconds. Back when Ludwig was still trying to train him all he heard was scolding, so now every time he actually got complimented he would get even happier and more lenient than he usually was. And Ludwig knew when to take advantage of that.
"Would I lie to you?"
"Oh Ludwig, it makes me feel so happy to hear you say that! I could just kiss you!" He leaned closer to do just that, when he remembered why he had backed him against the wall in the first place. That horrid smell! Urgh! It was bad enough to make his eyes tear up. He quickly covered his nose with his sleeve and pointed the wine bottle at Ludwig again.
"I'm sorry Ludwig, but no dinner or kissing before you get cleaned up."
"Uhm, Feli?"
"Yes, Ludwig?"
"Can you tell me why you've followed me to the bathroom?"
"I want to make sure you get clean properly."
"No offence Feli, but I'm more of a cleanfreak than you are, so there's really no need for you to… FOR THE LOVE OF BRATWURST! WHY ARE YOU TAKING YOUR CLOTHES OFF?"
"I'm joining you in the shower of course, silly. How else am I gonna make sure you get all that oil off?"
He had stripped down to his boxers (D&G of course :P), his pants still in hand. He folded them and put them on top of the cabinet next to the sink. He frowned when he turned around and saw that Ludwig still wasn't out of that dirty overall. He shook his head as he walked towards him and started to unbutton it, not seeing the red stains on Ludwig's cheeks.
"I-I… y-you…why are you…" Dammit, why is he still getting flustered whenever Feliciano showed some skin? It's not like he hasn't seen it before!
"You're so weird sometimes, Ludwig. You can't shower in that thing." He said as he pulled the top half of the overall from Ludwig's shoulders and reached for the pants. Ludwig finally snapped out of his daze and stopped him before he could do anything by stepping backwards.
"Please don't, Feli."
"I don't mind. You'll be done faster when I help you."
"But I don't-"
"No buts, Ludwig! The faster you get clean the faster we can eat!" He interrupted him before he closed the distance between them. He got him out of the overall and other pieces of clothing, until he was also in his boxers, ignoring his protests during the process. He nodded in approval at the sight in front of him. Ludwig still trained on a regular basis, so he was in great shape. Feliciano reached out a hand and placed it on Ludwig's chest, tracing a line down to his abs.
"You know, it's kinda funny," he said with a smile, drawing circles around Ludwig's bellybutton.
"W-what is?" He gulped.
"You have these rock hard muscles, but I find it more comfy to rest my head on your chest than on my soft pillow. It's so soothing to listen to your heartbeat." His hand had reached up to Ludwig's chest again, stopping when he found his heart. "Although I can't remember it beating this fast. Oh no, you're as red as Antonio's prized tomatoes! Are you okay?" He asked with a worried tone as he pulled Ludwig's face towards his own and pressed their foreheads together to check his temperature. "You do feel a bit warm, but I can't really tell if you're coming down with a fever. I'll go get-ah!"
He just couldn't help himself. He could handle the stripping (seeing as Feliciano pretty much walked around buttnekkid 24/7 anyway) and the touching (Italians are affectionate people, he knows that too), but when their faces got pulled close he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He had to kiss him.
After a while he pulled back for some air. He stroked Feliciano's cheeks, but stopped when he saw the marks his still dirty hands were leaving. "I'm sorry, Feli, I got you all dirty too." He wanted to remove his hands, but Feliciano put his own hands on top of them, keeping them there. "Feli?"
"Please stop apologizing every time you kiss me. It's such a buzzkill."
"Buzzkill?"
"Yes, buzzkill. You know, when you're in the mood for something and the something happens and you lose the feeling and then-"
"I know what buzzkill means, Feli. I just thought you wouldn't want to do anything with me in this current state."
"I admit that you have indeed smelled better, but nothing a good shower won't fix." He said, pushing Ludwig towards the shower and turning the water on.
"Argh! Cold! Dammit Feli, what are you doing?"
"You, after you're cleaned up," he said with a grin as he worked Ludwig to the ground and straddled him. Any words of protest were swiftly silenced by a well placed kiss. When he broke the kiss he reached out a hand to cup Ludwig's chin, lifting it up a bit to take a good look at his face.
"I-I…why are you looking at me like that?"
"Well, since I'll never be able to capture this perfect scene in a painting, I'm trying to imprint as much of it as I can in my memory. I want to remember the way you look right now. Hair free from its slick prison, face flushed red with some oil stains, water running down your chest." His free hand traveled to all the mentioned body parts during his talk, stopping at Ludwig's slightly swollen lips. A slight shiver went down his spine when Ludwig kissed his fingertips. They stayed like this for a while before Feliciano closed the distance between them for another kiss.
"Feli?"
"Yes Ludwig?"
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
"If you're seeing Gilbert, Francis and Antonio lying in a huge puddle of blood, then yes. I'm seeing what you're seeing."
"You didn't lock the bathroom door, did you."
"I never do. You wouldn't be able to join me if I did."
Ludwig let out a sigh as he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked towards his brother and his friends. "Just tell me if you want me to join you. I don't need voyeurs." He crouched down and checked for any camera's. Nothing. Good, that means he won't have to erase anything.
"Really? You're the best, Ludwig!" He said as he hugged him from behind. Ludwig smiled as he turned around and put a bathrobe around Feliciano's shoulders. "Really. Come on, let's go see if those peeping toms left anything of your cooking for us."
A/N: OMG I WROTE SHOWERSEX. EXCEPT NOT REALLY. (It's rated T, what did you expect XD). I'll be honest with you, I can't write lemons/smut/sexytimes to save my life. Hence why I'm doing this to make myself comfortable with it. My goal is to write something M-rated that won't make your eyes bleed because of the fail. It'll take me a lot of time, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it someday ;-).
My first attempt at GerIta! And also my first attempt at writing something that implies sex! I hope I haven't failed too much at it. Onwards towards explaining, yay!
Italy used to be a maid in his younger days, so every now and then he'll go in a cleansing frenzy that puts even Germany's cleaning fury to shame! Hope that explains his outburst. He's one of the best lovers, hence him being the aggressive one in this story :3.
I think I got Germany okay. He will get flustered when faced with affection, but once he gets into it, he gets into it *winkwink*. No outburst at the end for him because he's used to his pervy bro's antics. And something tells me he's totally into the whole voyeur thing anyway *pervy grin*.
Chapter two will tell you about number two on the list and his partner: lazy!England and France on strike!
Reviews would be very much appreciated, thank you!
